Chapter 2: Meeting of the rivaling lovers?

- ON a completely different sidenote: Sorry it's been like forever since I've updated! I've just neglected you guys. This is why I wouldn't make a good parent. :b -

Ludwig traveled up the hill with his brother by his side. He looked ahead and noticed that he was indeed very close to his home. He let out a small sigh to himself and walked to the porch, with Prussia.

Germany opened up the door gently, just like he always did ever since he could remember.

As he placed his foot inside the dull gray colored carpet of the house he heard what sounded like boiling water. He inhaled deeply and then yelled; "Feliciano! What in the world are you cooking?". Italy ran down the hallway of the house and skirted to a halt in front of him and cheerfully said; "PASTA!", while swinging his left arm in the air in the fashion that Ludwig had gotten used to now.

Germany looked Italy in the eyes and then spoke crisp and clear: "I thought you were supposed to leave the cooking to me from now on. But that's beside the matter now. I have someone that you need to meet, Italy. He's my brother. Gilbert... he's back. He got lost in the woods but he was helped by a traveler, and he made it all the way back here, after I thought he was dead." .

As the words slipped out of his mouth and a uniform and not so graceful matter, Gilbert stayed behind Ludwig until he was finished with his speech.

Prussia could sense there was a tinge of stress in the voice of his brother as he pronounced each syllable. He knew his brother, he was still shocked by the news of his new found taboo love for him.

" All he needs is a little time to adjust to it. That's all. " – Gilbert thought as he slipped through the small wooden frame of the door into the house he had been standing in front of for the past few minutes, lost in his own thoughts.

Gilbert was greeted by a happy looking boy, who he assumed was the man Germany was talking about earlier.

Then Italy introduced himself; "Hi. It's so nice to meet you. I'm Feliciano, but you can call me Italy! I'm Ludwigs boyfriend!".

The words that Italy spoke tore at his soul like a chainsaw tore at a tree.

He stuttered to find an excuse to leave the room. "I-I'm sorry. But do you know where the restroom is? It's been a long walk and I have to go. Really bad." Gilbert said indirectly to both Italy and Germany.

Ludwig pointed down the hallway that was on Prussia's right and said: "Third door on your right.". Gilbert walked down the hallway staring at the dull pale looking walls of the house he was in.

" This house definitely belongs to my brother. He's the only one who would actually live in a house that feels more like a prison than home. " – Prussia thought in his mind, once again detaching himself from everything around him.

Finally he finds the right door and goes in to collect himself. He stares at his face in the mirror for what seemed like an eternity then turned around, put a look of happiness on his face and opened the door.

He walked down the hallway in the opposite direction of where he came and walked back into the small room where the door, a small couch, and a tv was.

He looked around and saw that he was the only one there. Or he thought that at least. Of course, Italy came running towards Gilbert as happy as he normally was on any other day and announced why Germany was absent. "See, Ludwig only picked up enough food for the two of us! We had no idea that we'd have company, so he went out to get more food." Feliciano announced to Gilbert smiling and swinging his arms in the fashion he did when Gilbert first saw him.

Prussia took this time to politely ask if the two could get acquainted any better.

Feliciano responded by taking him to his room to talk about himself. Prussia took advantage of this and walked with Italy to his room, the room he shared with Germany.

It was dull just like all the other rooms in the house. It didn't seem like there was much color anywhere in the house they were in.

As soon as Italy had locked the door, Gilbert pushed Italy down to the bed and whispered three words very clear into Felicianos ear. "Ludwig is mine." he said so low, Gilbert almost couldn't hear what he said.

Italy shook at this and started to move about.

Prussia looked for anything to calm the dumb Italian he had pinned under his chest and made use of a couple of dirty clothes, a sock, and his hands. He tied Italy up to the bed and stuffed his mouth with the sock.

Without even flinching, Prussia ripped of all of Italy's clothes, and looked at him. "This is what Ludwig has? This is nothing. If he saw me, I'm sure he'd get rid of you in a second." he said lowering himself to the groin of Italy. He poked at the member that was to the left of Prussia until it got hard.

"You're so lucky to have him. How did you manage to keep him with THIS?" Prussia said steadily pumping it with his hand. Italy moaned through the sock that stopped him from talking.

Then Italy jolted as his whole body released a stream of a hot, sticky, mess onto Gilberts hands. Gilbert looked at them and said coldly; "You climax too soon. You don't even shoot enough to make it feel like you've done anything. You're just a waste of Ludwigs time." he said cleaning his hands off and untying Italy.

Gilbert quickly said to Italy; "Speak one word of this to HIM and I will kill you with my bear hands.", in the same cold harsh voice. Italy nodded in fear and in pleasure.

Around that same time the door of the house opened and Germany called out: "I'm back!"

- Haha. :) There was a little bit of yaoi here. But it goes way further than that and is way more descriptive. So this isn't like the climax of the story. So just wait for another chapter to come out and you'll see.! -