-The time is 2035-
"Italy! Quit making so much noise!"
Germany was sitting in his study at his desk, thinking of new ways to effectively attack the enemy. Or, at least he was trying to; Italy was elsewhere in the house, clanging and clambering. It was too hard for the man to think with all the ruckus, and yet, it failed to subside.
"ITALY! KNOCK IT OFF IN THERE!" he screamed as he jumped up and pounded to the door, flinging it open and stomping towards the noise. The racket was extremely loud as he reached the kitchen, so he turned and pushed the door open, revealing a fast-moving Feliciano.
"Italy, what are you doing?" Germany asked.
"Oh, hi, Germany! I'm making pasta for dinner! It's going to be extra special, just for you and me!" the happy Italian replied.
Germany sighed. "But why all the noise?"
"Well, good cooking makes all kinds of noises. I'm sorry, Germany. Was I disturbing your studies?"
"Yes you were."
"Aw, I'm sorry. But I'll make it up to you! Our date will be extra special, just like dinner!
"Our…date?"
Italy stopped moving. "Of course. What else would it be?"
"Italy," Ludwig stuttered, "I don't have time for a date."
"Oh, come on, Germany! There's always time for a nice, romantic dinner!"
"You're starting to sound like France," Germany mumbled, "but I'll settle for this date you are planning."
"Yay!" Italy exclaimed as he jumped up and began cooking again. Germany sighed and sauntered out of the kitchen and back to his study, the clatter of pots and pans reverberating off the walls. It was beginning to drive him crazy, and he was about to cancel Italy's plans, when the doorbell distracted him from his thoughts. Ludwig grumbled under his breath as he clomped to the front door. When he opened it, he was surprised to see Austria standing casually in front of him, a hand on his hip.
"What do you want, Roderich?" he asked, sounding very burdened.
"I think you should come with me. There's something I need you to see."
Germany sighed, again. "What could possibly be so important that it's cause for interrupting my studies?"
"Just come look," Roderich demanded, irritated.
Germany stepped out of his home and followed Austria down the cobble path and to a nearby forest. They went in and walked on for several minutes, Austria with a small step of determination and Germany with a wild step of I-want-to-go-home. As the two went further into the forest, however, Germany began to hear music and voices. The two finally came to a clearing at around dusk and what Germany saw blew him out of the water.
It was a group of women, all in beautiful, red gowns and barefoot with long, red hair adorned with white flowers, dancing gleefully around a fire. There were men seated around the women, playing instruments like the flute, fiddle, and guitar, and others that Ludwig had never seen before.
But what caught Germany's eye was the only woman dressed in a white gown. She was the most beautiful girl of them all, he thought, and would do anything to get the chance to woo her.
She stopped dancing and glanced over at him and Austria, noticing that Germany was looking at her. She smiled, and as his face grew hot, she walked over to him.
"Hello. How do you do?" she inquired.
"F-F-Fine. Absolutely wonderful. And you?" Germany replied.
She laughed. "Well. We are celebrating the marriage of my sister, Scotland."
Austria gave her a surprised look. "Scotland? Then you must be-"
"Ireland, yes. And who might you two be?"
"I am Germany," Ludwig said before Austria could answer, "and this is Austria."
"Pleased to meet you," Ireland said, smiling brightly at Germany. Just then, Italy came bursting through some bushes, screaming, "Germany! Germany! Germany! There you are! I thought you'd run off without me!" He paused and stared at Ireland. "Who is this?"
"Italy, this is Ireland," Germany told him, still looking deep into her green eyes. Italy noticed how Germany was acting towards Ireland, and began to grow a bit jealous.
"We need to go, Germany. Dinner is ready."
"Is it now? Is there enough food for three?"
"I made plenty of food. Why do you ask?"
"Because," Germany hesitated for a moment or two, "I thought it would be nice to invite Ireland over for dinner." He glanced over at her. "If you want to, that is."
Ireland smiled and replied, "I'd love to, but I must stay for the wedding."
Germany's heart sank, but he couldn't stifle his desire to have this woman. "Well, it isn't quite finished yet, so you can still join us after your wedding."
"That would be delightful. Or, if you would like, you can all stay for the wedding."
Germany smiled. "I would love that."
The three newcomers sat beside the musicians and watched the ladies dance. Germany and Austria were very entertained, but Italy was not. When Germany noticed this, he leaned close to the brunette and breathed into his ear, "What is the matter?" But Italy didn't say a word.
When it was time for the bride to enter, everyone stood and watched as a striking young woman walked into the clearing, bouquet in hands. Her long, brown hair swayed and danced in the fire light and her gown sparkled with the stars. She stood next to a tall, sleek man in a simple groom's suit; Germany didn't recognize him at all. One of the dancing women whispered to him, "That's London. He's a neutral city. Not very known."
The bride and groom said their vows, exchanged their rings, and were deemed husband and wife, and the whole party exploded with delight and cheers. They were about to break into song and dance again when Ireland broke away from the group and smiled at Germany.
"Shall we?"
The blond extended his arm and she took it, and the couple led the way back to the house.
Italy flared up with anger as he and his fellow country followed out of the clearing. Austria strutted next to him, smirking to himself.
"Has the pretty young lady stolen the love of your life?" he teased. Italy was silent as he stared off in the direction his beloved Germany had gone off. Steaming, he tromped off faster, leaving Austria behind.
Back at Germany's house, Italy was blindly shoveling pasta onto three plates as he watched Ireland and Germany talking and laughing; they seemed to be getting along very well, and he didn't like that. What if she stole his heart away? What if they wanted to be together forever? What if Germany forgot about him?
As these questions swam through his brain, Italy served the food and wine to the couple. He had worked so hard to make the table look nice for Germany: white candles were lit, red rose petals had been sprinkled along the dark wood, and a bouquet of black, red, and yellow roses were carefully placed in a vase at the center.
Throughout the meal, Germany and Ireland chatted, and at one point, Ireland had asked Italy about himself and his home. Italy had almost had a change of heart about the girl as her eyes lit up when he described the art and architecture. She also commented on the food, saying she'd never had anything like it before.
"You've never had pasta?" Italy sweated, bewildered.
"No. We Irish eat mostly bread, seafood, and pork." She replied.
Italy's face lit up at this notion, but he grew a bit more ecstatic when Ireland put down her fork and scooted out from the table.
"I'm afraid I must go back to the others. My sister will be angry with me if I don't return soon."
"I'm sorry if we kept you too long," Germany said. "I hope you can visit us again sometime."
Ireland grinned. "I'm sure I will. How could I stay away from such a cute couple?" She winked ant Italy, stood up, and left.
The second the door closed, Italy jumped up and ran to Germany, hands on his hips. "How dare you do this to me? I thought you loved me! Why would you let this woman steal you from me? We are supposed to be together forever! Italy and Germany! Feliciano and Ludwig! Come one, Germany? Why would you leave me for a silly girl like her? I'm your baby! ME!" tears dribbled down his cheeks as he yelled, and Germany, feeling bad, picked him up and took him to his room, sitting him down on the bed.
"Calm down, Italy. Now tell me what's wrong," the blond said, sitting next to Italy and stroking his cheek.
"This girl, she has distracted you from me. I had dinner made up all special for you, and it was going to be a nice night, a perfect date. But then you invited her over and ruined it all! I wanted it to be just you and me," he cried, burying his face into the man's chest. Germany, feeling guiltier by the second, pulled the brunette onto his lap and brought their lips together. Italy responded passionately, grabbing at Ludwig's tie to pull him closer.
"I will never leave you," Germany breathed. "You are mine forever."
Italy didn't reply, but instead started unbuttoning Germany's jacket and shirt. He peeled the clothing off and ran his hands over the blonde's chest, pecking at his neck down to his nipples. Germany moaned softly and unbuttoned his pants, letting his hardening cock poke out. He ripped Italy's shirt off and rubbed the tip of his erection against his bare chest, making him smile with delight.
"This is going to be fun, Germany!" Italy said happily.
"Yes… It… is…" Germany grunted. He unbuttoned Italy's pants and slid them down his legs, sticking two of his fingers into his tightened ass hole. Italy yelped with pain, but bit his lip to hold back a yell and began to move his hips back and forth on Germany's lap, moving them faster the more the man moaned. Germany's dick was fully erected, and he wished to reach his climax soon, so he flung Italy onto his stomach and laid down on his back, pushing his slowly deluging tip into the brunette. Italy held his breath so as not to scream.
"Does that hurt, my love?" Germany whispered into Italy's ear. He squeaked silently as his reply.
"Please, Germany. Go in! All the way! I'll ignore the pain!" Italy begged.
"No. If it hurts, I must prepare you." The German stood up and walked out of the room, soon returning with a bottle of lubricant. He poured a bit onto his fingers, slipping them inside of Italy's raw entrance and moving them around inside and out. When Germany felt that the brunette was ready, he slowly stuck the head of his erection inside him, shoving it in all the way in one, powerful motion.
"Oh! That's amazing! More! More!"
"As you wish, my dear," Germany said as he actuated inside his lover. Italy groaned and howled with pleasure, continuously begging for more. Germany grabbed Italy's stomach and pulled back into a sitting position, dragging Italy into his lap, penis still in place; this fix pushed Germany's hardened member farther into Italy's ass, bringing out more cries of pain and bliss. Ludwig reached around and grabbed Italy's dick, rubbing his hand up and down the length, causing it to quickly harden. Pre-cum seeped out of the slit, which pleased the blond.
"Germany, I'm going to… aaaaaaaaaah! Eeeeeeeeeh…" Feliciano moaned as the pearly white liquid poured out of his tip and onto Germany's hand. The man brought his hand up to Italy's mouth, who then started licking the cum off like a cat. Saliva ran down Italy's chin as Germany started the hand job again, coming closer to his own release. When he finally did reach his climax, he arched his back, driving his cock farther into Italy's ass, ejaculating his seed into the brunette, who shrieked with surprise.
"Germany! Germany! Germany!" was all he could say; he didn't know what else to do.
"Hush, mein Feliciano." Germany whispered.
"Germany… I'm… tired…"
"Then let's retire," Germany said softly, laying Italy down on the bed and falling down next to him. Italy instantly fell asleep, still connected to Germany, who pulled him as close to his bare chest as he could.
