Francis- France

Gilbert- Prussia

Antonio- Spain

Maliza- Monaco

Sleeping Angels

The alarm clock rudely awoke me from my slumbers as Francis pulled himself out of bed. He smiled slightly as he gaze across the bed to where a sleepy Antonio with his messy hair covering his eyes and a Gilbert curled up to him slept. Gently, he gave them each a kiss on the forehead before forcing himself up, having to stretch to get his body awakened. There is a small 'Kesesese' from Gilbert as he continues to sleep, not aware that he is meant to be up and getting changed. Francis pulls on his shirt, buttoning it up as he peacefully watches them. They're such little angels like this. My precious angels...

He smirks as he realises that he is going to need to force them to wake up. Hitching his leg over their bodies and leaning into Gilbert first, knowing he will be the easiest to wake up. Carefully, he nips at his neck, licking it contently before sucking on a bit of skin as he nuzzles his head against his pale chin. There is a moan from Gilbert as he begins to toss slightly and Francis whispers eagerly, 'Wake up or no wurst for you in your pack lunch.'

Immediately Gilbert springs to life, calling to Francis as he moves, 'I'm up! I'm up! Don't take my wurst away!'

He stops and sighs, crossing his arms as he sees Antonio mindlessly asleep. He mutters in annoyance, 'Someone's showing favouritism again...'

France glances over at him sympathetically before going over to him and cuddling him gently. He simpers at Gilbert, nuzzling him once again as he speaks, 'You know that you're the easiest to get up... And you were the one who gave Antonio a harsh night last night.'

Gilbert smirks, trying to be serious but not able to be, 'I taught him a pretty good lesson though.'

Francis gets Gilbert's shirt from the side, deliberately, slowly sliding the shirt onto him. One arm through one space and one arm through the other. He leans into him, melting his lips into Gilbert's, their smooching only stops when Francis sees the time. He pulls away unwillingly, Gilbert moans, wanting more. He taps Gilbert's lips playfully, who licks back at his fingers, eating away at them greedily. There is wheezing from where Antonio is as he rolls over, now having the bed free.

Wrenching away his finger, Francis gets back to buttoning up his shirt. He goes over, collecting up his trousers, remembering to get some pants to put on. Gilbert chuckles at him, holding his hand up to Francis, 'Pass me some too~'

Francis laughs at him as he finds some of Gilbert's favourite pants, the pants with little gilbirds on. Chucking them over he gets his own pants on, briskly pulling on his trousers. He gazes over at the still sleeping Antonio, his nose twitches slightly and his hand goes up to scratch it but does not get all the way. It lays there, still waiting to be able to scratch his nose. Francis leans over, trying hard not to laugh at his sweetness. Leaning over more, he scratches Antonio's nose. A smile spreads across his face and Francis gives him a peck on the lips.

Gilbert smirks at him, leaning on the wall. He looks at Francis gently, there he pretends to be jealous, 'Don't cover him with kisses, you need to leave some for me.'

Francis chuckles, pushing a bit of Antonio's hair out of his eyes, 'I have enough kisses to last you both a lifetime.'

Gilbert grabs his tie, fiddling around with it. He bites his lip, unsure how to do it after a weekend of no work. Francis giggles as he sees him struggling, pulling himself away from Antonio, he strolls over to him. Taking his hand, he feels Gilbert's soft, smooth hands. His albino eyes sparkle up at him, melting his heart. Grasping his hand with more assurance he guides his hand, like a painter delicately putting its first dabs of brushes of paint onto a canvas. There and then he paints his master piece, Gilbert chuckles to him softly.

'Why didn't you become a painter? Tell me the story again.' His eyes gleam as his hands sneak underneath Francis' shirt, he strokes his baby skin wanting to be close to him.

Francis bites his lip, trying not to smile and show his satisfaction. His arms wrap around Francis, tightening and squeezing him. Francis tries to focus on the tie, knotting it correctly before slapping him teasingly on the head.

'You know what happened last time we played before going to work...' Francis talks to him sharply, there is an obvious annoyance in his tone as he wants to play too. 'Arthur already wants to get us sacked and he's a lap dog for Kiku...'

Gilbert bites his lip, his eyes spark with a tense fire as he smirks. He leans in, licking at Francis' ear as he guides his hand down Francis' trousers. His smirks spreads, through his body into Francis' skin, teasing into his blood and making him smirk too.

'I promise to be quick. After all Antonio's still asleep...' His smirk curls and he sinks his hands under his pants, clutching his penis and stroking it lovingly.

He leans into Gilbert, groaning at his sweet tenderness. Gilbert chortles at Francis, using his other hand to spin his finger around one of the Francis' locks. Neither of them have realised that the gleeful snoring of Antonio abruptly stopping. There is a rustle from the quilt as he gets out of bed, yet they still are too preoccupied. Gilbert tickles at the top of Francis' balls to make him completely to dependent on him to stand. Francis cries a muffled sound and leans into his shoulder. Gilbert slides down his trousers once more, teasing away his pants so that they fall down to his feet.

Before him Antonio sucks on his fingers, watching them with enjoyment. He laps it up, turning his fingers in his mouth to fully cover them with saliva. He walks up confidently to them both, closing up to Francis before caressing him gently down his waist with his spare hand before gently teasing his fingers into Francis' back hole. He slides the first finger in, wiggling it all the way up before smoothly pushing another finger up, using them to stretch the skin in front of him out.

Francis moans uncontrollably, feeling double pleasure. He grips onto Gilbert's wrist, encouraging him more. A bead of sweat slips down his forehead as lustrous warmth emits from below as the pleasure continues. Gilbert tries to soothe him by stroking his forehead tenderly; Antonio guides in his cock, pushing it into Francis before making a hard thrust. Francis trembles in a wave of many moans, gorging himself on this sensational meal.

Gilbert grins in pleasure at the feeding, teasing Francis who can see the twinkle in his eye which hungers to eat him at the same time as Antonio does so. Holy fuck... Does he want to kill me? He owes me big time for this... He sighs, nodding to Gilbert to show him that he is ready for him too. He notices how Antonio has only done that one thrust, patiently waiting for Gilbert before the full torture begins.

Gilbert whispers into Francis' ear, "You've been a very naughty boy lately... Being to busy to let us play with you. I think it's about time we had some fun together, you're starting to turn into a goody goody boy and you know how I hate that."

Gilbert makes sure to make the most of the foreplay before hand, kissing Francis on the lips and Antonio kissing his neck. They cover and surround him, making sure that no place if left unloved. Whilst Antonio passionately love bites Francis' shoulder, Gilbert begins to suck at Francis' nipple. He bites onto it hard before softly sucking away the drops of blood creating, drinking them up. They have to hold onto Francis tight as his back begins to arch, unable to control himself.

'Stop playing... Please... Get on.' He pants madly, the arousing becoming all too much too bear. He shakes his head impatiently. 'Fuck me already! Both of you!'

Antonio's sweet smile, deforms into a smirk to join Gilbert's, 'Our impatient little devil.'

'You cannot rush this wondrous art.' Gilbert presses his his chilly stomach into Francis as he leads his own cock in.

There a moan from Francis as he feels Gilbert inside him, his body warms up his tender, ice-cold body. His whole body aches from the amount of skin being stretched out of shape. The immense pressure becomes too much as he feels the agonizing thrusts from both front and behind. He clutches onto Gilbert's shirt, trying to hold in as much as he can but it just too good for him. He eats his feast nosily, moaning and grunting. A drop of saliva attempts to escape his mouth but Gilbert licks it away. His body feels like it is on fire, flesh on flesh rubbing faster and desires become ever fruitful.

There is a warm lick on his neck from Antonio and he smiles, hearing his gasps for air too. Gilbert resists showing any signs of stopping or slowing, his mind wholey focussed on the task at hand. His eyes flicker with greed as he kisses Francis passionately, infusing their tongues together and wrapping them in a coil around one another. It is only when the need to breathe becomes to much that Gilbert takes a moment before going back for more. It is only then that he moans, a moan of frustration that there is something stopping him from being fully complete.

Meanwhile, Maliza bounds up the stairs with the newspaper in her hand, glancing at the time before realising they should have set off for work by now. She holds a Costa mug in her hand which warms up her fingers from the iciness outside. She grins overwhelmingly; in her pocket is the number of the man she loved for so long. Her heart races as she thinks about seeing him at work today; but butterflies form from caterpillars as she wonders if today she will be able to talk to him properly. She stops dead at the door as she sighs and shakes her head, the moans from within getting ever louder. Unimpressed, she puts her hands on her hips, allowing them just a tiny bit more time before they get going.

After giving them five more minutes, just enough time to finish her coffee she throws open the door marching straight to Francis' bedroom and opening the door in a rush. She does not flash an eyelid as she sees a naked Antonio and half changed Francis and Gilbert. They freeze, staring at her. Only Francis does not see her and groans, sinking into Gilbert as he comes before freezing too as he sees Maliza.

"You boys seem to have been enjoying yourself so much that you haven't seen the time...' She mutters to them, continuing to stand right there with her arms crossed.