Prussia dragged Italy into the store room and lazily untied his blind fold. Slowly and deliberately he pulled off his trousers and boxers. With a toothy grin he slowly rubbed a stick of butter all over his shaft and balls. By now Italy was shaking in fear of what was coming. With bruising force Prussia grabbed Italy by the wrists and flipped him on to his stomach. With a giggle Gilbert ripped off the Italians pants, marveling at his pale ass. Feliciano squirmed at the feeling of being bared to the world, but was soon squealing as Prussia thrust into him rawdog. With a loud grunt Prussia pulled out to the tip and rammed back into him at full speed making Italy scream in pain as he was ripped open by Prussia's five meters. Prussia tilted his head back in total pleasure from Italy's tight hole and delicious screams. The room was echoing with yells and grunts by time Prussia was close to finishing. Gilbert then got an idea. He pulled out with an audible pop and walked to Italy's front. Quickly he finished himself off, cumming all over the smaller's face. He then zipped up his pants, shoved the stick of butter into Italy's mouth, and slunk off into the night cackling like a madman.