"Italy?" Ludwig called. He had no idea where Italy had run off to, and, knowing him, he needed to keep an eye on him.

"Italy? Italy, where are you?" He descended the stairs. 'Maybe he's in my room' he though as he made his way to his bedroom door.

"Feli? Are you in here? Feli...what...what are you doing?" Feliciano was sitting on the floor by his closet. Boxes and papers were scattered across the floor. Feli was only focused on one box, though.

"Feli! Stop! Get out of there! What are you doing, looking through my stuff?" Ludwig knelt beside Feliciano, taking the box in his hands away from him.

"G-Germany! I'm sorry! I thought you might want me to clean out your closet since it's always so messy but I didn't know you'd get angry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Please don't hit me!" Feliciano stood, waving his hands and shaking his head in panic. He was blushing, and his eyes were watery.

"Italy...I'm not going to hit you. Just don't look through my stuff without asking, okay? It's an invasion of my privacy, and it's rude! If you want to see something of mine, or if you have a question, just talk to me." He went around the room, gathering boxes and papers.

"I do have one question!" Italy said, taking a seat on the bed. "What's is all of this? What's it used for?"

As he said this, Ludwig noticed the box Feli had been searching through sitting next to him on the bed. Feli looked at him, ropes in his hands, eyes shining innocently.

"O-oh...I...those...those are mine and they..." Germany stuttered, unable to look at him. He didn't know what to say. He never wanted him to find any of it.

"Why don't you show me?" Feli's tone changed. He emptied the box of its contents, spreading out the ropes, tape, cloth, candles, clamps, and handcuffs across the sheets.

"Are you sure? You really want me to?" He hesitated, sitting next to Feliciano.

"Yes. Please. Show me."

…...

Feliciano's hands were cuffed to the headboard. He had a blindfold over his eyes, candles burning on the table beside him, and his legs tied down. Germany admired the way he looked. He ran his hands over his chest slowly, planting kisses on his hips.

"You look so beautiful, baby." He got on his hands and knees over Feli. Leaning down, he kissed his cheek. He moved down a little more, kissing and sucking on his neck. Feliciano moaned.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" Feli looked down at Ludwig, nodding with his eyes wide. "You're such a little slut, Feli."

"Fuck...Ludwig...please." Feliciano begged. "Please touch me."

"Call me Daddy, or else I'll have to punish you. And trust me, I will touch you as much as you need me to."

He gripped the base of Feliciano's cock, and took a burning candle from the table by the bed.

Ludwig slowly let the hot wax drip down Italy's chest and stomach.

"You remember the safe word, right?" He kissed Feli's tip, and licked a line up the side of his cock.

"Y-yes Daddy. I do." Feliciano whimpered, arching his hips.

"Perfect." Germany smiled, fully taking Feli into his mouth.