The room was silent. So silent that you could hear a pin being dropped. Everyone was staring in utter disbelief at Ludwig, who was still smiling, hand still firmly on Feliciano's buttocks.

No one but Romano reacted.

"YOU POTATO BASTARD! LET GO OF MY BROTHER, PRONTO!"

Feliciano didn't know what to do. However, Ludwig did.

"Shut up, you. I'll touch my Feli's ass anytime I'll feel like it, and YOU of all people have no say in that! And besides... "

completely ignoring Romano, Ludwig turned towards Kiku and winked at him. "Don't be jealous. You just ask, and I'll touch your ass anytime!"

Kiku was having a strong nosebleed, whereas half of the room was astonished and the other half was laughing their heads off.

Yep. No doubt about who had drank the potion now.

Feli ran towards England in tears "What have you done to Ludwig! He's even scarier than before!"

Arthur had no words left. He mumbled an apology and said "I promise I'll look for an antidote."

Romano shouted "YOU BETTER DO, FUCKING BUSHY – BROWED BASTARD!"

Ludwig on the other hand had reached Feliciano and hugged him tight from behind. Feli whimpered. "Hush, love. I'll be gentle, I swear! You guys, we're outta here! I'll see you tomorrow!"

With that, he skipped across the room, a squirming Feliciano in tow.

Francis laughed and shouted after them "Make a man out of my sweet Italy, Germany!"

Gilbert was speechless. Then he started crying tears of joy. "My bruder is finally going to become a man! Oh, I'm so moved I could cry!"

Hungary instead had gotten out her camera and was following them out the door with a possessed look in her eyes. "Must… record… every second of it..."

Romano was taking out his frustration on Antonio, who was not very pleased.

"What the hell, Inglaterra! Get a move and make a goddamn antidote NOW!"

The rest of the countries instead had started betting on the outcome, with Switzerland as the bookmaker.

Cuba was shouting "Ten pesos on Italy getting his brains screwed out tonight!"

Alfred was more along the lines of "A hundred dollars on Ludwig getting a restraining order by tomorrow night, tops!"

Austria, being the cheapskate he was, bet one euro on Ludwig finally getting rid of his virginity by the following day.

Netherlands was laughing, and bet twenty euros on Arthur not being able to find a remedy for at least six months.

Meanwhile, Feli was trying to keep Ludwig at bay.

"C-come on, Ludwig... calm down... it's okay... HEY! Keep your hands to yourself!"

Ludwig was being very difficult to manage. "Aw, come on, Feli! You know you love it..."

Feli was trying his hardest. This new Ludwig was so hard to manage...

"L-look... ah! S-stop that! Listen!"

Ludwig stopped dead in his tracks with his hands under Feli's shirt.

"What, Feli – love? Don't you like me?"

Oh God.

"It's not that, really! It's just... uhm... you're not yourself, that's it!"

Ludwig smiled a very un – Ludwig smile.

"Of course I'm myself, silly! I'm still me, sweetie!"

Silly? Sweetie? Oh God, Ludwig had definetely made a one – eighty.

"No, Ludwig. Believe me, you really are not yourself. You... uhm... you better sleep it off, ok? I'll come back tomorrow to see how you're doing."

Ludwig pouted. Then gave him a smile worthy of France and said "Ok... I'll let you go for tonight. But tomorrow..." he licked his lips and winked "...you'll have no excuse!"

With that, he shut the door, leaving a very red – faced Feli on the other side.

This was going to be difficult.

Oh God. Feli, be fast about that restraining order! Fast, I tell you!

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