18:00 - France

After France's visit, the day seemed to crawl. Germany was horribly busy as usual, but he couldn't devote himself to the work like he usually could. All he could think about was what France knew and how he could have possibly known.

He knew about the pills, and probably the plans for annexation…. And God knows what else! I need to see Austria. I only have five days left to force Austria to join with me, I really don't have time for any complications!

Germany left work early (raising quite a few eyebrows), and hurried as quickly as he could to France's office in hopes of catching him before he left. He entered the lobby exhausted and panting and jogged to the front desk.

"'ello Monsieur, who are you looking for today?" The beautiful receptionist asked. Just like the rest of the lobby, she was well dressed in classic French styling and reeked of perfume.

"I need France, as soon as possible! Tell him we need to talk." Germany growled with his usual military demeanor.

"Ahh, another fine gentleman. Just this morning he met a fine young noble in his office. The lucky bastard…." She trailed off, thinking of the fine man she had escorted to see France this morning. "Anyway, Mr. Bonnefoy is out at the moment, but I believe he will be back shortly. You are welcome to wait in his office until he arrives… the lucky sonnoffa…" she trailed off.

Mr. Bonnefoy? Why does that sound so familiar?

"Thank you, I'll do that," he decided. "Where is it?"

"Ahh… it is down the hall and to your right. Please enjoy your stay."

That's a rather strange way of putting it….

Germany walked down the hallway to France's office, and was struck repeatedly by how beautiful the workers in the office were. He came to the door marked Bonnefoy and turned to his right into the room. In the room, there was a large wooded desk covered in stacks of paperwork which the Frenchman was either neglecting or taking his sweet time to finish. Germany stepped by the table to sit in one of the chairs across from it, but as he did so, an envelope caught his jacket and fell to the floor. The letter was addressed to a Mr. Francis Bonnefoy.

His real name is Francis Bonnefoy… how fitting.

"It is hardly appropriate, mon cher, to look through one's things, is it not?" France whispered in Germany's ear.

"Gah!" Germany shouted. "Ahem, France. I assume you know why I am here."

"Ahh, yes. I believe I do, but I can't say I'm terribly interested. I'm horribly busy and have things I really must to. For today I will have to bid you aideu." France said while pushing Germany out the door, shutting it briskly behind him.

"This is ridiculous! France! What did you mean? What was that pill? Is that why I- I…" Germany shouted, his face bright red to his ears. A few workers chuckled as they passed mumbling "typical France," and "lucky bastard," but Germany hurried from the building after one of the workers gave his tush a stout grab as he passed.

How and what did France know, and why didn't he want to talk about it. There couldn't be a spy giving German information to the French could there? No… that wouldn't explain how France knew about his.. dry run. How could he have known?

There was nothing Germany could do to get France to talk without upsetting his boss. The nations were strongly discouraged to have unnecessary conversations with nations other than their chosen allies. Germany would have to continue with the plan and try to figure out what could have caused the humiliating breach in security.

The next couple days passed slowly as Germany casually extracted what bits of information he could from Austria (as casually as Germany possibly could. The affair looked like an interrogation rather than a conversation, but Austria played along.) The week passed on to Friday, with Germany's deadline being Sunday morning. As the countries were leaving one of their many meetings, Germany decided that he would have to do it today, or lose his chance.

"Uh, Austria!" Germany shouted to Austria as he was leaving. He jogged to catch pace with him.

"Yes, Germany?"

"Would you care to, um, catch a couple drinks? It's a Friday night after all, but I really would rather avoid drinking with those buffoons." He chuckled awkwardly pointing to America dragging England out to a bar with Prussia trailing behind shouting about getting him blitzed and convincing him that he's actually Jewish.

"I wouldn't mind, I suppose, but I'd much rather drink at home. It seems inappropriate to drink in a filthy bar."

"Uh, sure. That works too. Why don't we go back to my place?" Asked Germany. This wasn't going quite as he expected, but he should still have enough beer around the house to drink the poor sap under.

They walked to Germany's house arguing over the homeland of Bach and Beethoven. By the time Germany opened the door, the conversation was flowing on its own and he felt quite at home. (Ironically enough)

"Are you hungry? I could fetch you something to eat," asked Germany.

"I would appreciate that. I am rather famished. Perhaps some cake?"

"All I've got is potatoes… is that alright? I could go get something."

"No, that's fine. Just make me whatever you are eating. I don't feel like waiting long."

As Germany was baking some potatoes, he checked his beer supply to be certain that he could get Austria drunk enough for his plans to work. Not good. All he had was a six pack, and he doubted that he could encourage the violet-eyed man to drink all six, and wondered if that could even get German-blooded Austria drunk. Not likely.

What can I do? I could have sworn I had more, but I have been drinking a bit more heavily than usual because of stress… what am I going to do? He thought of the pill. I could dissolve it and mix it with his tea.. Though he'd probably taste the difference. What was he going to do?

Germany stood in the kitchen holding the little red pill over a cup of tea deliberating whether or not Austria would drink enough of the tea before noticing that it was drugged for the drug to take effect.

"Germany?" Austria asked from the door.

Germany jumped wildly, dropping the pill and hearing it 'tink' softly against the porcelain. Well, that is how he would have to do it.

"Germany? What's taking so long? I'm hungry. Do you have anything to drink?"

"Uh.. Yeah. No problem. Here's a warm cup of tea for you," he said, handing Austria a beautiful tea cup on a little saucer. "And I'll just grab a beer for myself."

They took their drinks and the finished potatoes to the dining room and ate, maintaining strained conversation as German desperately watched Austria finish his tea.

He didn't notice. God, I really hope I didn't use too much.

"Germany? I'm feeling a bit flustered, do you think I could lay down for a moment on your couch?" Asked the noble politely, glowing a soft pink.

"Absolutely," promised Germany sadly, and lead Austria out to the couch. Austria lay himself down gently on the couch with Germany kneeling beside him. Austria was breathing heavily and holding Germany's forearm for support. "Germany I-"

"I'm so sorry, Austria," Germany said, kissing Austria softly on the lips.

"I'll try to be gentle, but you will become one with me." Germany kissed Austria gently again, and was met with little resistance. Soon, Austria was kissing Germany back, and Germany found himself more and more aroused by the smaller man's skill and beauty.

"Germany, please.." Austria moaned between kisses tugging on his cravat, begging for its removal. "I'm so hot. Please."

Germany obliged, reaching down and untying it gently. He folded and placed it on the small table behind him. His hands were soon back on Austria, removing his jacket and vest. Germany gently slid his own jacket from his shoulders. Dressed in their undershirts and uniform pants, they lay on the couch kissing as a heated mess. Germany pinched Austria's pert nipple which was showing through his undershirt.

"Nghhh. Germany." Moaned Austria. Austria undressed himself quickly and began working on Germany's zipper. Germany's face showed a hidden sadness, but his body reacted aggresively, his member aching for the smaller man. Austria unzipped Germany's pants and planted a gentle kiss on the tip, before taking Germany completely. Germany inhaled sharply and his eyes became unfocused.

"Austriaaa," he groaned softly. He rubbed Austria's back as he was gently swirling his tongue around Germany's hot arousal, applying pressure to the tip and occasionally running his bottom teeth along the sensitive vein beneath it. Germany's breathing was becoming more and more labored and he was getting close to climaxing, so he leaned to his jacket behind him and grabbed the bottle of lubrication he had prepared from his supply. Austria noticed this and drew back slowly, leaving a trail of saliva from his tongue to Germany's arousal. Austria turned himself around and knelt before Germany on the couch on his hands an knees with his backside in the air. His hands reached back behind him, stretching his entry slightly and giving Germany a mind-blowing display.

"Germany, I want you inside of me."

Germany opened the bottle and poured a liberal amount between Austria's cheeks, just as he had done to himself the day before. Austria gasped at the coldness, but Germany's warm fingers began massaging him almost immediately. Germany's fingers gently stroked around Austria's hole and he entered one finger gently beyond the ring of muscle.

"Ohhh, Germany! Ludwig, please, more!"

Germany was startled temporarily hearing his human name, but Austria's ass was gently sucking his finger in. He added his next to fingers more quickly, surprised by how powerfully the muscles around them would squeeze as he moved and thrusted his fingers inside of Austria. The pill must really be making Austria needy. Germany grabbed Austria's member and stroked him, using his other hand to position himself at Austria's entry.

"I'm sorry," he said softly as he eased his large member into Austria's well lubricated anus. Austria screamed.

"Ahhhhhgoddd. Ludwig! You're so big!" Austria cried, with tears perched on his lower eyelid, threatening to fall. Germany waited patiently, wishing more than anything in the world that Austria was doing this because he wanted to. Germany waited patiently until Austria showed signs of relaxing.

"Please Ludwig, I'm ready. Fuck me," said Austria wiggling his hips slightly, so Germany pulled himself almost completely from Austria and slowly returned it thrusting deep inside of him. It felt so good. Germany grunted with pleasure, barely composing himself enough to keep from fucking Austria into the couch so hard that he became a permanent feature just as he was.

"Nnggg. It's good Ludwig. F-faster.." Germany obliged and drove himself harder and harder into the violet-eyed man, with his hands cupping the other's penis so that he might enjoy himself even more. Germany felt Austria's member pushed into his cupped hands with each thrust and it covered his hands with sticky, warm precum.

"God, A-Austr-Roderich. This f-feels so g-good," he grunted, his speech stumbling slightly with every thrust. Austria moaned in response and Germany felt pressure build in his stomach. He was going to cum. Germany thrust harder into Austria, hitting his prostate roughly and hearing the noble's muffled screams into the couch pillows. Austria came onto the arm of the couch in front of him, and the muscles in his anus massaged Germany to climax as well. Germany rode out the climax on top of an exhausted Austria, and then he pulled himself out and sat sadly on the couch next to him. He sat there naked with his head in his hands, near tears.

"I'm so sorry, Roderich. I had to annex you. It was an order, and-" Austria silenced him with a soft kiss on the cheek.

"What are you talking about, Ludwig? I didn't do anything I didn't want to," laughed Austria, his eyes sparkling like dew on lilacs behind the glasses which sat crooked across his face.

Germany inhaled and began speaking quickly, "Well, I got this package in the mail from my boss, since I was supposed to annex you no matter what, and it was filled with all of these things and this pill, and I-"

Austria silenced him again. He dressed silently in his undershirt and his pants, and strode into the dining room.

"I'm going to clean myself up a little bit, you dress yourself and make me a cup of tea. Use that time to figure out just what happened here," demanded Austria, handing Germany the cup and saucer which had been abandoned on the table.

"Where is your restroom?"

"Second door on the left," sighed Germany, wandering off to the kitchen to tend to his new providence's tea. Austria walked down the simple, but refined hallway into the second door and cleaned himself in the bathroom. Once he was satisfied, he left the restroom and peeked curiously into the first room on his way back to the dining room. There he saw what he believed to be Germany's room with a large box on the floor. He scanned the room appraising Germany's taste in decorating until he noticed the unusual collection on Germany's shelf. He noticed the cameras sitting beside a particularly intimidating vibrator and frowned. He would have to speak again with Monsieur Bonnefoy about his sources. He heard Germany calling him and closed the door quickly. Germany found him standing in front of the door to his room and his face flushed immediately.

"You didn't… look.. Did you?" stuttered a terrified Germany.

"Is there something I should see in there?" laughed Austria.

"Absolutely not. Just, ..top secret things from the office. The tea is almost ready," he rushed, quickly changing the topic. The two walked back into the dining room and Germany pulled out a chair courteously for the other man and returned to the kitchen to pour the cup. He lifted the little cup off the saucer, and as he did, he heard something fall to the floor. He scanned the floor and found something small and red had fallen. He picked it up and studied it. It was the pill.

Oh God! I must not have dropped it in his drink. I never checked!

Austria cleared his throat in the other room and Germany stashed the pill away in his pocket. He carefully poured Austria his tea and walked into the dining room to place it in front of him.

"Uhm, Austria?"

"Call me Roderich."

"Roderich. You don't feel uncomfortable with what we just did? You're not upset?"

"Not at all. I've been waiting long enough for it. I'm surprised it took you so long to get around to it. Surely you didn't think it coincidence that I would sit near you and stare at you at the meetings. The only person I know who's that dull about relationships is America, but I'd really rather not talk about him."

"Are you trying to say that you.. Care for me?"

"Yes, that would be the logical conclusion considering…"

Germany's face flushed and he wrapped his arms around Austria's shoulders.

"Thank God." Germany kissed Austria softly, using his hand to turn Austria's head toward him.

"I do too."