"Y-You do what?" The white-haired German stuttered and Ludwig realized he made a horrendous mistake when he stopped moving. Gilbert froze as his brain frantically tried to process the new information and the blonde groaned in annoyance. "East, did you forget what we were in the middle of doing? I'd really appreciate if you kept going!" My god, my boyfriend is an idiot…

Something clicked in the elder brother's head and said with a smirk "I want to see you fuck yourself."

Blue eyes widened in terror. "What? No!" How could he say such embarrassing things?

Gilbert didn't like that answer and thought for a moment, before asking innocently "…Please?"

"Hell no!" Ludwig wanted to smack him. They were finally in the same bed, naked, and all he could think about was his younger brother pleasuring himself when Gilbert should be. The blonde was still painfully hard and squirmed around the length inside him, desperately wishing Prussia would hit his prostate again. "If I promise to do it later, will you, for the love of God, move!" He demanded furiously.

Gilbert responded by gripping his brother's hips and slamming into him. A thankful scream echoed off the walls as Germany arched his back into his body. How on earth could he go back to a vibrator after this? He grabbed handfuls of the sheets and cried out into a soft pillow with each thrust. The blonde never imagined sex could be this good…

The white-haired German grinned and teased the tip of Ludwig's cock with his thumb, "I knew you would see things my way." The way his little brother twitched in his hand and clenched around him signaled his nearing climax. "Tell me how good this feels West…" He breathed huskily into his ear, wanting to draw out this bliss as long as possible.

"I…I'm going to-" Ludwig panted and bit back a sob as his prostate was struck mercilessly. "Oh, God!" He could feel every centimeter of Prussia's 'Legendary Five-Meters' wonderfully splitting him in half. His body ached from being stretched to its limit and Gilbert traced the blonde's mouth with his thumb, smearing precum on rosy lips. Ludwig sucked lightly on the digit offered to him and moaned deeply. With a near-painful thrust, the blonde bit down hard and exploded over his brother's chest.

Gilbert cried out and came violently, coating his brother's insides with heated cream. He tugged his hand back from gnashing teeth and smirked at the droplets of blood forming.

As he wrapped his arms around a muscular chest and snuggled close, he knew what he would write in his diary in the morning.

Greatest. Day. Ever.

Ludwig opened his eyes slowly, blinking in the bright sunlight. He moved to sit up and was surprised to find something was weighing him down. The weight was in fact a slumbering Prussian, resting his head over the blonde's heart with his lips curved into a faint smile.

He glanced at the clock in horror at discovering that he was over two hours late for work, and before he could shove his sibling aside, Gilbert muttered into taut muscle sleepily "I already called you in sick…thought it was a good idea."

The last thing he wanted was for Ludwig to kick him out of bed, complaining about how badly he needed to shower, and run off to work leaving Gilbert on the floor wearing nothing but a sheet. Then, the Prussian would spend the whole day feeling like crap and worrying if Ludwig was having second thoughts.

And besides, Gilbert liked to cuddle.

The blonde glanced at his brother's naked body in disbelief. "Did we really…?"

The elder sibling rubbed the sleep from his eyes and wanted him to go back to sleep "If you still pull that 'We can't, it's incest' bullshit after last night, I'm going to castrate you." Ludwig's pulse quickened, Prussia wasn't known for making empty threats.

The blonde frowned "I wasn't going to say that…" He wasn't going to leave him again, Gilbert deserved better than that. His elder brother sat up to be face-to-face, drawing the sheets up with him. "So, what were you going to say?"

Ludwig leaned back and looked to the ceiling, thinking carefully "Thank you."

"'Thank you'…? For what, the best sex of your life?" He snickered.

Ludwig blushed faintly "For everything. As far back as I can remember you've always been there to guide me, even when I didn't deserve it."

Gilbert blinked in disbelief and shrugged, saying the only thing he could think of and mentally slapped himself afterwards. "You're welcome." Ugh, that was stupid. Why can't I be better at this romantic shit!

The blonde chuckled and kissed his forehead, "It's okay, I know what you meant."

The peace they shared didn't last long when sound of a door slam made Prussia bolt upright. "Somebody's in the house."

Ludwig tried to soothe his worry with a hand on a pale shoulder, it was times like this that he could see Gilbert's years of warfare shine through. "I'm sure it's just Feliciano." The white-haired German was no longer poised for an attack, but his expression was still sour. "Why did you give him a key?" He fumed.

The blonde was taken aback by the hostile tone of voice. "It was intended to be used in case of emergencies and-" Ludwig was interrupted when the door slid open, revealing a small brunette. And unlike Prussia, he was good at being romantic.

In fact, Gilbert saw him as being everything he wasn't; cheerful, gentle, loving, and he could offer something to Ludwig that the Prussian couldn't.

A future.

He smiled brightly at Ludwig and seemed very excited "Ve, I'm so glad you haven't left yet! Maybe we could go out for-" He paused to stare at Gilbert and think of a logical reason why he would be in his brother's bed.

"Did you have a nightmare?" The Italian asked innocently because sometimes when he had a bad dream he would lie next to Lovino and feel better.

Ludwig wasn't blind to how irritated his sibling was, the proof was in how tightly held the dyed satin and his body was taut like a bowstring. The blonde hurriedly spoke up before he could say something insulting, finding it wise to change the subject. "Yes, he did. Now what were you going to ask?"

Feliciano bounced up and down and asked flirtatiously "Would Germany like to get some breakfast with me? Or maybe I could make something for the three of us?"

He rolled his eyes and replied "Why are you so insistent on cooking for me?"

"Because nobody should eat German food, not even Germans!" A happy Italy shouted with determination and Gilbert pulled on a pair of jeans, brushing past the brunette as he made his way downstairs. "I don't like Italian." He said sharply.

The blonde growled in frustration and chased after him, throwing on his boxers. "Damn it East, come back!"

He feared he was gone forever but Gilbert was sitting on the kitchen counter, sadly munching a bowl of sugared cereal. Ludwig walked over to him and sighed deeply, hid brother could be so moody sometimes. "There's no milk."

"I know."

"Can I at least make you something healthy? How about pancakes?" The blonde reasoned, pulling a box off a shelf and grabbing a mixing bowl.

Prussia slumped against the cabinets and picked at a Styrofoam-like marshmallow with a spoon "Why did you ask him to marry you?"

Ouch, right for the jugular.

Ludwig visibly cringed at the memory, it had happened more than two years ago and they never really talked about it until now. He dated the Italian for a little while, but the relationship went nowhere mainly because his eyes would always wander towards a certain Prussian. "Because I thought I could replace you."

"Could you?"

"No." Even after he kissed Feliciano goodnight the blonde still woke up screaming Gilbert's name.

Ludwig poured the batter onto a hot pan and a pair of arms encircled his waist, resting a head on his shoulder. His brother's body was warm and comforting. "I'm not a nation anymore…I-I don't know how much time together we have."

A strong hand ruffled snowy hair and they smiled at each other "Erasing lines on a map doesn't mean anything and any Grim Reaper that shows up has to fight me first."

"Ve~ Kiss already!"

The brothers turn to North Italy who had watched the whole scene and seemed a little peeved. He had his hands on his hips and tried to push them together "So frustrating! Tell him you love him, Germany!"

Gilbert decided that having the little brunette around might not be such a bad idea. His younger brother blushed in embarrassment and when he opened his mouth to speak, he was thrown into a deep kiss. The white-haired German's tongue entered his mouth and a pale hand groped Ludwig's rear.

When the kiss was broken, it left the blonde red and breathless.

"That reminds me…" Gilbert mused with an evil grin making Ludwig sweat in fear "…you still owe me something from last night."

Germany choked and the brunette wanted to know what he was talking about. Fighting was futile and he wondered how he was ever going to live this down. "A promise…is a promise." He stated, resigning to his fate.

"Kesesese~"

End?