Germany was not in the mood for any of the countries around him. His boss had been riding his ass lately about all the economic problems around the world that he somehow had to help and his brother had enjoyed yet another drunken night out on the town with his friends that left them all annoying and needing Germany to help them throughout the night.
His eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep and the image of a drunken France and Denmark making out with a passed out Prussia in between them was still ingrained in his sleep deprived mind.
Normally these nights wouldn't bother him so much if it weren't for the fact that the day after the men's drunken debacle was a World Meeting. And worse yet, it was his turn to host the meeting so he was awake the whole night not only caring for inebriated men but also preparing all the things needed for the day.
So now the blonde man had a splitting headache brought on by the boisterous men he had been around all night long and lack of coffee, really not in the mood for any kind of fighting this day.
The first few minutes of the meeting were good for the blonde man because there was no one else in the room apart from him- his brother had been kind enough to stay a while long in the home before heading towards the meeting- and he was able to enjoy a few seconds of silence.
Then came his friends, Italy and Japan. After years of knowing each other, both smaller men knew that their big friend was not in a mood to talk and headed out to not bother him and give him a few more minutes to himself.
Germany was grateful for having such considerate friends and decided that he would greet them properly as soon as they were back.
And they came back around with a freshly brewed coffee and some pancakes in tow, Italy with a large smile and a great hug to Germany as Japan offered him the food brought.
After all this, Germany and friends enjoyed about an hour of peace and calm to just be quiet and not have to worry about much noise. And Germany's splitting headache actually diminished in the presence of his caring friends and could feel his attitude getting better.
Everything was all good until Turkey and Greece showed up.
Most of the European representatives had arrived and some from other sides of the world had as well, but they had been nice enough to keep to their quiet chatter and not be too loud.
Even France and England had managed to keep their animosity in check and didn't cause more irritation to Germany.
So Germany had been hoping that maybe this day would turn out well for him and there would be no more aggravations to anger him even more.
Then he heard Turkey's growled yelling.
"Shut up, you Greek bastard! Can't you ever stop your stupid mouth from spewing the atrocities you allow?"
From Italy's worried frown, Germany knew his scowl was back in place and it was clear for anyone to see that his mood was worsening.
"You should really stop frowning so much, Sadiq. You'll look uglier than you already are."
"Um… Greece-San. I do not think-" Japan tried to stop his friend from continuing the fight, but his words were left ignored as Turkey yelled even more insults at the slightly smaller man.
The splitting headache that Germany had managed to somehow minimize was back again full force and he could just feel the vein in his forehead throbbing.
The two men continued fighting, the intensity growing as more and more people walked into the room, until Germany couldn't take it anymore and stood up, slamming his hand on the table in front of him with his eyes closed.
He was in pain and annoyed and was so not in the mood for anymore idiots.
"Take your seats. Shut up and pay attention to the country speaking at the moment." Then he opened his eyes, glaring at all in front of him.
He could hear poor Italy whimpering behind him, but he didn't feel bad about that at all. If there was one thing he didn't care about right now was other's feelings. He would just have to apologize later on.
"And no more interruptions." He said this in a dangerous whisper, then looked at all the faces in the room as if he were daring them to speak up, but sat down and nodded at America to begin.
It took the young man some time to start up after Germany's small outburst, but once he started speaking all seemed to fall into place. No one spoke out of turn and the German man could feel his headache subsiding once more.
Then it was Greece's turn to speak up. All was fine- if one ignored the fact that the man was barely asleep- and Germany's headache was barely even felt by the man.
But one scoff from Turkey immediately awoke the Greek and set him off on a tirade of insults that only helped to set Turkey off.
"You're an idiot that is too ugly to show his own face to the world!"
"And you're a jackass that doubles as a bestiality aficionado!"
There was a second of silence after this insult left Turkey's mouth in which Greece could just stare at the smirking older man, then, in the blink of an eye, Green had thrown himself over the table and straight at the other.
"Take that back, you bastard!"
Turkey laughed in a boisterous manner as Greece pounded at his chest, but that laughing ceased as soon as he noticed Germany.
The blonde man had stood up from his chair and was standing in an imposing manner, towering over everyone as he glared straight at Turkey and Greece.
Greece continued hitting Turkey and trying to hurt him, but as soon as Turkey grabbed his wrists tightly and turned him around, the cat fanatic stared up at Germany with wide eyes.
"Greece. Turkey. Outside. Now."
This was all that Germany said before he started to walk towards the doors of the meeting room, looking extremely angered and annoyed as he did so. Neither of the scolded men moved an inch as they just watched Germany walk, but this clearly was the wrong thing to do when Germany stopped on his way.
"What did I say?"
Turkey and Greece exchanged looks after Germany said this, and the dark skinned man gulped audibly.
"To go outside?"
The annoyed smile Germany sent his way was all Turkey needed to run outside, dragging a shocked Greece behind him.
The German man followed the fleeing men with his eyes, then turned to Japan. "Please finish up the meeting for me, Japan. If anything happens, you know where to contact me."
With those words he left the meeting room in a stunned silence and made his way towards where Turkey and Greece were standing.
As soon as Turkey saw him, the masked man tried to show off his bravado. "Just what do you think all that was about, Germany? We're not kids to be scolded in such a manner!"
Without even giving a second thought about he was about to do, Germany grabbed the man's jacket collar and pulled him in close, glaring straight at him. "If you are going to behave like a bitch, I will treat you like one. Now shut up and come along if you know what's good for you."
Turkey snapped his mouth shut after that, not ready to push the man that had single handedly started the Second World War off the edge.
"Sit down." Germany spoke in a cold manner as he undid his tie, Greece and Turkey standing in the middle of his room without really knowing what to do with themselves.
They had followed Germany into his home without a single complaint, knowing that they had really been stupid by testing Germany's patience. But now, in his room, both men couldn't help but fear what the blonde was going to do.
Germany glanced at the men as he unbuttoned the top of his dress shirt, feeling a bit less angry now that he'd been allowed an hour or so of silence by the men.
But even if he was feeling better, that didn't mean he wasn't going to punish them. Every single meeting went on in the same manner because they couldn't keep their anger to themselves and always acted on it every time they were together. And while he didn't care if they beat each other outside of the meeting, but he was sick and tired of it every single time they were supposed to act like composed adults.
"Follow my every word and your punishment will be swift. Don't and I will make sure it hurts."
This caught their attention and soon enough both were sitting on Germany's large bed.
The blonde couldn't help but smirk at their reactions, then shook his head and walked so he was standing in front of them.
"I am tired of you acting like children. If you prove that you can behave today and stop behaving in such immature manners in meetings that will be the end of the story. Now, Turkey, lay down."
The masked man just blinked at him, much too shocked at what he was hearing to actually do anything.
"W-what?"
It was a good thing Greece was there with him and was smart enough to push Turkey down against the bed before Germany could grow anymore annoyed with him.
This help did not go unnoticed by Germany and the blonde couldn't help but smirk even wider. Maybe having these two here would be fun. They were clearly afraid of him, he could do whatever he wanted right now.
"Good. Now Greece, please take that dumb mask off of his face."
Greece did as he was told with a smile, "I may always call him ugly, but the only ugly thing about him is his mask. And his attitude of course, but you can't take that off now can you?"
Germany had to admit that he agreed with the other man's sentiment. Both were handsome with their Mediterranean flair, but Turkey was almost a mystery with the way he always hid his face. His green eyes contrasted beautifully against his tanned skin and his face was unblemished at all. Just why did he keep it covered up?
The blonde sat down beside the Turk and placed a hand on his face, moving it from side to side as he looked at the man for the first real time. Greece took the chance and started to stroke at Germany's blonde hair.
"Such a beautiful face…"
Right now, in this moment, all of Germany's anger had faded away and been replaced by an attraction he had never felt for either man before. It really was something new and amazing.
Then the moment had to be ruined by Turkey growling at the men.
"I am not beautiful! I am handsome, if anything and I refuse to be treated like some woman!"
This immediately made Germany grab his face forcefully and turn Turkey to him.
"Just with that, Turkey. You have sealed your fate. I felt generous but you just had to remind me just why you're here."
With that Germany crushed his lips forcefully against the Turk's, making his bright green eyes widen comically. Behind him, Germany could tell Greece was surprised as well but after a second, the Greek's hesitation seemed to leave him as the blonde felt two hands start trailing up and down his back.
As he kissed a struggling Turkey, Germany's left hand crawled down and up his leg, starting to palm the man through his jeans.
A mixture between a gasp and a moan escaped the shorter man as Germany did so, giving the other plenty time to thrust his tongue into the other's mouth and begin to fight with the other's.
Even though Turkey struggled, Germany eventually won and his tongue explored every single crevice of Turkey's mouth, earning reluctant moans and groans as he continued palming the man. Germany smirked against the other's mouth, "Come on, Turkey. What happened to your voice?"
This earned Germany teeth sinking into his lower lip, an angered Turk slapping his hand away. "You're a bastard too, Kraut! A perverted and silent one, but a bastard nonetheless!"
"Sadiq!" Greece gasped, dropping his hands from Germany's back to move to hold the Turk's hands down.
Now Greece was on top of Turkey, pinning his hands to the bed while his legs straddled the bigger's hips.
Germany lifted his hand to his lip and looked down to find blood, bright and red, coating his index finger. "Well… Look at what you have done now, Sadiq."
This got a rise from the man, "Who do you think you are, Kraut? Using my human name like that!"
The blonde, instead of growing angered, just turned to Greece with a soft, bloodied smile. "My name is Ludwig, you?"
"Herakles. It is a pleasure to meet you, Ludwig. This is my on-again-off-again lover, Sadiq." Greece answered, smiling back at the German.
Turkey did not like this, "Now don't you ignore me, Herakles! You dirty-"
"I had no idea you were lovers." Germany spoke up, ignoring Turkey. "But maybe that explains why you are always fighting so much."
Now he pulled Greece's face closer, whispering against his lips. "Doesn't mean I'm not up for whatever you are proposing, Master Ludwig."
And with that they engaged in a kiss, teeth clashing and tongues dancing as Turkey struggled to be freed. "Let me go! I refuse to be a part of this like some harlot!"
Germany's hands on his semi-hard member was all that Turkey needed to be silenced if he didn't want to start moaning like the harlot he refused to become.
Greece's lips were soft. Much softer than Turkey's and much more welcoming to whatever it was that Germany wanted.
"Anything?"
The men separated after the German asked this, the Greek's eyes hooded as he looked up at the taller man.
"Well, we are here for a punishment? Or are we not?"
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