This is something that I am almost ashamed of. xD It started out as a small drabble battle between me and a friend. I wrote this for her. 8I I love you Mama Free.
Now on to business. I plan to add more stories and chapters to past stories. Just need a little time and insperation. For now. You have this. Have fun~

Warning: Yaoi...ish. Its crack and junk so be warned.

Now...BEGIN.

Germany ran a worn and calloused hand through his hair. Today had been a long day. Not only did he have to deal with his brother getting into some great crisis (Gilbird had coughed and Prussia thought the fluff ball would die so he cried to Germany, begging to go to the vet) which had taken hours. But he had then been forced to show some boot camp brats how to properly shoot a gun. Which none of them succeeded in doing.

"I wonder if Feliciano has dinner ready..." he mused, knowing full well that his lover always met him with a warm meal and plenty of love. But when the German walked through his front door he got neither. There were no aromas of delicious delicacies wafting in the air. And the front hall was severely lacking in a hyper Italian Ve-ing all over the place. Ludwig bristled, on alert. Something was very wrong.

A sound from deep within the home caught the German's attention. He quickly whipped out his trusty pistol before sneaking down the hallway. As he got closer to his and Feli's bedroom door the sounds got louder.

"A-ahh! Oh! V-veeee~ R-right there please!" Italy screamed, his voice thick with passion and lust. There was no reply, but obviously whoever was with him gave into what he wanted because the next second he was screaming louder.

"SI! There! J-just a little more! Harder!" Still no reply to the Italian's cries.

"V-vee! C-can't! AAhn~"

Ludwig's face paled. Feliciano. His lover. He was cheating on him! With a loud crack Germany kicked the door in. The sight that greeted him only confirming his horrific suspicions.

"HERR STICK! H-how..HOW COULD YOU!" he spat, eyes only on the stick buried deep within his lover. Italy's face turned to terror when he saw Ludwig, knowing he was caught.

"N-Noo! I-it isn't what it looks like Doitsu!" But his words were lost as Germany grabbed the stick and ripped it from his Italian lover. With a firm snap he broke the offending branch in half before glaring at the now crying Italy.

"You need to be punished." he growled.

And no one ate dinner that night.