Okay, my first attempt at Germancest! I think these two really need some more loving! Although... I do like GermanyxItaly much better... I still think that Prussia NEEDS somebody to loooove. D: Other than me, of course.

This is dedicated to an amazing artist on DA: cretica

I'm a bit embarrassed to tell her this is actually for her... so please tell me if you think I should! That means you should REVIEW. (;

Enjoy!

WARNING: RATED M FOR STRONG YAOI.

They needed to be strong for each other. They couldn't doubt the others intentions or actions, especially in time of war. Prussia had taught Germany to trust and be loyal to his superiors, including Prussia himself. And Ludwig had done exactly that. Never once had Ludwig failed in his duty; he never questioned once what his job was, and Gilbert was proud of his younger brother. Ludwig had, unsurprisingly, surpassed his older brother both in maturity and in growing to become a strong nation.

So when a new and strange feeling nagged at the back of Gilbert's mind as he heard Hitler announce that he was now dictator of Germany, the older country didn't know what to do. Normally, Prussia would gladly voice his opinion, but this time he didn't know what to say. Surprise, surprise.

It was only when Ludwig was telling Gilbert about the "Final Solution" did that feeling bloom out and overtake Gilbert's thoughts. "Bruder," The albino interrupted his younger brother. "I don't like this." Gilbert was so blunt that Ludwig looked taken aback for a minute.

The two brothers were sitting in Germany's large office. Ludwig was sitting in a large chair behind his desk, and Gilbert sat in a slightly smaller chair across the desk. The room was painted in a warm crimson color with a gold pattern bordering the walls. All the furniture was black. It was a 'gift' from their boss. Talk about German pride; the room was the color of their flag. Red, Gold, and Black.

Ludwig rose an eyebrow at his brother, quickly gaining his composure back. "Pardon?" Gilbert smiled inwardly. His younger brother was always so polite.

"You heard me. Do you really think this is necessary? To kill all these people?" Back when Prussia was a dominating Empire, he wouldn't have a second thought about mass murder. As long as he became powerful in the end, the ends justified the means. But the times changed, morals changed, and Prussia fell from being a powerful Empire.

"It is necessary for the superior race to declare their dominance—"

"Don't give me such a bullshit answer!" Gilbert stood up abruptly, slamming his hands on the desk, effectively silencing his younger brother. "Don't give me what you've been brainwashed to say. I want to hear your answer." Gilbert growled, leaning across the desk towards Ludwig.

It took all of Ludwig's willpower not to lean away from his older brother. When Gilbert was as serious as he was now, it frightened the powerful German country. The older country was usually so carefree and reckless, such behavior like now was unnerving. It was so rarely shown.

"We… we need to stay strong Bruder. Never before have we doubted each other—"

"Never before have we killed our own people!" Gilbert, for the third time, interrupted Ludwig. The Prussian country ground his teeth together and stood up from the desk, taking a few steps back. He let out a heavy breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. "At least it won't hurt you, mein Bruder." He mumbled quietly.

"What?" Ludwig furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion. Gilbert was silent for a moment before he opened his eyes. That usual arrogant grin was forced on his face, and his red eyes were dull.

"We need to be strong, Bruder." Prussia changed the subject. Ludwig's eyes widened at the statement. Blue eyes flicked to the door, seeing it was locked, and then back at his brother.

"We need to be one." He recited his usual phrase back before they did what was tradition. Before every war or every battle, they had to become one so they could conquer and think in sync. Or else they would fail miserably from miscommunication and doubtful consciences.

Gilbert walked around that beautifully polished desk, turned the ridiculously huge chair to face him, and climbed onto his brother's lap; thighs straddling Ludwig's hips. The younger man's arms encircled Gilbert's waist and pulled him close. A smirk spread across Gilbert's pale lips as he felt the other German's heart pounding. He loved how he could have that affect on the blonde; it showed that he still had some power in this world.

Those pale lips viciously attacked Ludwig's lips; one hand in that soft, slicked back hair while the other hand worked at unbuttoning the black S.S. uniform the blue eyed man was wearing. Ludwig let out a groan of heated pleasure and slight pain from when the silver haired man nipped his lip hard enough to draw blood. Gilbert sucked on that lower lip, the metallic taste of blood faint on his tongue.

There were plenty of differences between the two brothers, but they did have one thing in common. They were both masochistic. Gilbert was open about his painful pleasure seeking; while Ludwig was more of a closet masochist. Ludwig could most definitely not be an open masochist around his Italian friend. It might scare off poor Feliciano.

Ludwig eased his tongue into Gilbert's mouth, going slower than the albino would have liked. So, Gilbert instead took dominance and shoved his tongue into the German's mouth. As the kiss deepened, the Prussian managed to fully unbutton that damned uniform top and his hands were immediately roaming all over Ludwig's firm chest; under the black undershirt the younger man was wearing. Gilbert rocked his hips against Ludwig's, eliciting a deep, alluring moan from the man.

Prussia drank in the moan and broke the kiss for a moment. A small trail of saliva connected the brother's lips as they panted heavily. "Gott, Bruder…" Ludwig breathed out. His older brother always knew the best way to easily arouse him. In no time at all, Gilbert managed to unbutton and slide off his own dark navy uniform shirt. The man had obviously known what they were going to do today, for he wore no undershirt like his German brother had. Blue eyes stared at that amazingly toned, pale body of his brother. It was slim and hard as Ludwig's hands eagerly needed to touch every part of his brother's hot skin.

A seductive smile spread across Gilbert's face as he leaned in to nibble on Ludwig's ear, whispering, "Guess what else I'm not wearing…" Just those words sent the German's mind into a frenzy. The Prussian was so delicious when he was as aroused as the younger of the two was.

"Gilbert…" Ludwig groaned out, his voice laced with lust and passion. Normally, Gilbert would have taken complete dominance over the situation and most likely would have brutally fucked his brother. Not that they both didn't like it, but today wasn't a day for normal actions. Today was the day Gilbert had to unwillingly follow his younger brother's decisions, so this was his first act of surrender.

Gilbert stood from the chair to quickly unbutton and unzip his trousers, letting them fall from the floor. He knew that Ludwig wouldn't get the idea, so he had to suck up his pride and take matters into his own hands. It took all his power to bend over that desk and leave himself open to his inexperienced partner.

Ludwig stared with wide eyes at that unbelievably gorgeous ass that Gilbert was presenting for him. Usually the brother's had to fight over dominance in this sort of situation, but not today. Today, it seemed, Gilbert wanted to be taken. Without another second of hesitation, Ludwig reached down to the Prussian's pants, grabbed the lube the man always carried with him, and dropped his own trousers as he stood up.

It seemed like an eternity before Ludwig had pushed two lubed fingers into Gilbert. The pain was slight and only lasted for a minute or two as Gilbert was prepped. As a third finger was added, they crooked up, making Gilbert gasp out in pleasure. "Do it," He hissed as red eyes squeezed shut. Gilbert was making this way too easy for Ludwig…

Those two words fueled the German, and without a single thought in his head, Ludwig pushed himself inside of Gilbert until they were one. A strange feeling flowed through Gilbert at that moment. It wasn't just the normal pleasure that washed over every nerve in his body; this time it felt like his bones were liquefying from the immense pleasure.

Their groans and moans were scattered at uneven intervals, but in time their noises were in sync with each other as Ludwig thrust hard in Gilbert. Their hearts beat in tune with the other as they climaxed. Gilbert nearly screamed out his brother's name, as Ludwig moaned Gilbert's name deeply; the two noises contrasting with each other.

Ludwig's mind was completely shorted out after as he slumped back into his chair. Gilbert stayed bent over the desk for a moment or two, waiting for his breath to even out before he stood up straight. Without a word, he reached down to pull up his pants and quickly re-clothed. The blonde watched, a bit confused. Why was Gilbert rushing? Did he do something wrong?

Gilbert made his way around the desk, walking with a small limp. He stood facing the door for a moment. "It won't hurt you to kill your own people. It'll only hurt me. I was the original country. The original Empire. I have the choice to take and give, and I take the pain from you. I don't want you to hurt." It was so unlike the Prussian to speak like this. Ludwig's mind was barely making the connections.

"Now, pull up your pants. You'll look unprofessional." With that, Gilbert opened the door and left.

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