I sat alone in Doitsu's room, inspecting all of the trinkets on the shelf just behind his bed. To the right of me, the door to the bathroom was slightly ajar. The red, pixilated numbers of the digital clock on the nightstand read 7:02, which means he should be home any minute.
I toyed idly with the lace on my apron. I was wearing nothing, but underwear and a pink, floofy apron. Francis had told me to. He said it would be nice for Doitsu, that he'd like it. I didn't understand why, but I listened.
I heard the front door click and Doitsu's clunky footsteps come up the stairs. He was soon standing in the doorway, inspecting the cover of his bag. He hadn't looked up to see me yet, so I sat down in the middle of the covers.
"Welcome home, Doitsu," I called, waving at him as his gaze finally ventured to me.
"Feliciano! What are you wearing?!" he asked, his face flushed a deep red as his messenger bag slid to the floor.
"Oh!" I said as I lifted the hem, "Francis told me you'd like it! Do you?"
He simply grunted as he picked up his bag and walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He set his bag and keys on the ground next to the bed. I watched in sad silence as the German rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed.
I grabbed the hand next to his side to catch his attention, "Doitsu?"
He stared at me in silence for a moment before climbing on top of me. Once he was fully over me, he leaned down and trapped my mouth in a desperate kiss. I reclined onto my back and he followed, our lips never separating. Doitsu finally pulled away to breathe, his face slightly flushed. I giggled and he gave me a devilish smirk as he began to slide his cold hands underneath the apron. My body shivered at his touch, partially from his cold hands, but mostly from the skin-on-skin contact.
I gasped as Doitsu's soft lips made their way down my bare neck. His nimble fingers untied the apron from around the back of my neck, and slowly pulled it off of my thin, pale body. He pulled back for a moment to tear off his suit coat, dress shirt, and tie. I gave a feeble attempt to help him get off his undershirt, but he ended up doing it himself.
As soon as the white fabric left his hands, he was gripping my slender hips and his tongue was exploring my mouth. My fingers traced sweet swirls on his bare back, causing him to giggle into the kiss. I breathed awkwardly through my nose as Doitsu--Ludwig? Doitsu continued to generously explore my mouth without pulling away.
His cool fingers started slipping under the waistband of my boxers just as the door opened. Germany pulled away to see who had interrupted us to find a shocked, and slightly traumatized Nihon-san.
"I-I'm sorry! I'll leave!" he cried as he ran from the room.
Doitsu just shrugged and went back to sliding off my underwear as the door was opened again, but it was definitely not Nihon-san this time. Doitsu pulled back again, his frustration growing to find his brother, Prussia, at the door this time.
"Oi, West! What are you doing?!" he yelled, running into the room, "Is that an apron?!"
"Yes. Now, if you would please leave," he growled with irritation. He was kind of scaring me.
"Stop assaulting the poor boy!" he laughed, picking up the apron and inspecting it in his hands.
Doitsu grunted and stepped off of me. He started getting dressed as Prussia-san bothered him about the apron. I climbed off of his bed and grabbed the apron from Gilbert.
"I'll…see you tomorrow, Doitsu," I said as I waved and smiled.
He walked over and kissed me on the forehead before glaring at his brother. I ran from his room and ran into Nihon-san in the hallway.
"Hi, Kiku-chan!" I said, waving at him in my underwear.
"B-better watch out for Vash-sama…" he said, unable to look at me out of embarrassment.
"Okay! See ya later, Kiku-chan!" I said as I skipped off down the hallway.