Author's note: This was done in a Role Play with me as Prussia and Austria, and my good friend Linnéa as Germany.

Disclaimer: Hetalia and it's characters are © Hidekazu Himaruya. I just wrote a story about the characters.

Rating: This story is rated M for a reason. This multi-chapter story does contain Yaoi (gay sexy times) language, alcohol use, war, and mention of the Nazi party.

A good half hour had passed, and Ludwig was sacked out asleep. It was about 10 after 8 when the doorbell rang, waking him up. "Gilbert! Gilbert let me out!" He started banging on the door again.

Gilbert pushed Austria out the back door on his way to the store a moment before he heard the doorbell, and went to answer, dusting off his clothes and smoothing his hair as he went. He greeted her warmly, with a kiss on each cheek, and led her into the living room before excusing himself a minute. Quickly making his way upstairs, he braced himself to be screamed at and opened the door.

"BRUDER!" Ludwig grabbed Gilbert's shirt collar lightly before letting go to slick back his hair and straighten his clothes. He stuck out his tongue and made his way downstairs to greet the lovely young lady. "Mein Fräulein," He kissed her on the hand and then on the cheek. "How are you?" They were both seated at the table, an empty place made for Gilbert to join them.

Gilbert didn't even fight back. He wasn't going to ruin all his work over this. When Ludwig went downstairs, he hung back a few minutes to give them some time to themselves as he looked over his own appearance, which was in shambles after everything, and eventually joined them.

"Ah, you've meant mein bruder, Gilbert." He said, gesturing towards him. "Join us, please."

"Of course we've met!" Gilbert smiled and tousled her hair a bit before sitting down.

Ludwig more than certainly didn't approve of Gilbert's manners. Feliciana sat all lovely and proper, looking beautiful and conversing about her usual likings of the time being. Ludwig sat and listened to her in a daze, paying almost no attention to some of her words; he was too distracted with having a gorgeous young lady over for once that wasn't a dimestore harlott his brother had dragged in.

Gilbert had to admit, the Italian girl was cute, but his brother was so happy with her, he knew better than to presume. He ended up listening to her every word, watching her, and finding her completely adorable. So very adorable, much like her brother.

A few hours had passed; another lovely morning date. Ludwig bid her farewell as he helped her out to her car. After he shut the door to the front room, he slid down it and put his face in his hands.

Gilbert had disappeared from the table some time before, trying to give the two some space, and ended up sitting in the living room, curled on the couch, reading one of Japan's manga.

Ludwig groaned and fell on his side on the floor, clearly frustrated. "I can't do this anymore..."

Gilbert looked up over the top of the book and quirked an eyebrow. "What's tze matter Bruder?"

"I-I just can't do it anymore, Gilbert..I can't.." He couldn't find the right words to really explain himself.

"Do vhat?" He said, sitting down the copy of Astro Boy he was working on. "Vhat's got you down?"

"...I'm not...really interested in her...look...I'm.." Ludwig couldn't tell his brother. He'd hate him for this.

"Hrm? Vhat? Mein bruder isn't interested in such a pretty girl? Vhat tze hell is wrong vitz you?" Gilbert exclaimed, getting up and putting a hand to his brother's forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm not interested...in girls..." Ludwig bit his lip and cradled his head behind his arms up against his knees.

Gilbert stood dumbfounded a moment before smirking. "Ah HA! So TZAT is tze problem!" With a grin, Gilbert threw his arm around his brother's shoulder and whispered to him. "You should talk to Hungary, she'll gladly set you up... Just don't let her know it was me vho sent you."

His eyes got wide and he just wanted to sucker punch Gilbert so hard right now. "You can't tell ANYONE! GOT IT? UGHHH!" He did his usual storming off routine when he didn't prefer confrontation.

Gil just stood there blinking. "Jeez... I said YOU should talk to her Bruder... BRUDER!" He shouted before running after him.

Ludwig slammed the door behind him in his room, yet he forgot to lock it out rage.

Gilbert followed him in, yanking the door open and slamming it behind him. "Vhat tze hell is your problem?"

He walked up to Gilbert, tongue in cheek. Ludwig didn't say anything. He got face to face with his brother, and then he slammed him against the wall, kissing him.

Panic filled Gilbert as he got slammed into the wall, and overflowed as Ludwig kissed him. Was this how Austria felt when he pinned him down? He started regretting his own behavior, and tried to push his brother off of him.

Ludwig had a good hold on Gilbert. He pulled away gasping for air. "Just leave..." He turned around and walked over to his bed, falling over on it.

Gilbert stood there wide-eyed for a moment, before sliding down the wall. "Vhat tze hell vas tzat?"

He didn't answer. All he could do was bury his head in his pillow. "obviously nothing..." he said to himself.

"Are you... Attracted to me?"

Ludwig was still in the same fetal position, clenching onto the pillow. He wanted to yell or scold someone, but he couldn't but himself. It was hard to admit that he had his own good reasons behind that kiss.

"Bruder. Answer me. Are you attracted to me?"

"JA! Will you leave me alone now?"

Gilbert tried not to freak out, not moving from his spot on the floor. "Vhat did you vant vhen you kissed me?"

"I don't know..." something overwhelmed his train of thought that really, there was no certain explanation that could make sense to his brother.

With a gulp, he wondered just where this was going to go. "You wanted more tzan tzat, didn't you?"

"Do I have to say anything more..?"

"Ja. I vant to know Bruder."

"what do you think I wanted?"

"Vhat if... I let you." Gilbert squeaked out with a gulp.

Ludwig peered up from the pillow. "What are you saying..?"

Gilbert just looked away and tried to steel himself from running away. "What if I let you?" He wouldn't say it, but he kinda wanted to know what it was like for Roderich when he forced the other down. He'd had a taste of it, and he was honestly hard, but he was scared. It sort of made him feel bad about invading Roderich's vital regions. Was he doing this for his own punishment?

Ludwig sat up, taking his shirt off. "You want me to?"

Gilbert felt a knot form in his gut, and he squeaked out a small "Yes."

"Come here," Ludwig gestured.

Slowly, Gilbert got up, and went towards the bed, his heart racing a mile a minute.

"Lie down," his voice stern and demanding.

Gilbert's eyes widened, and part of him wanted to run, but he found himself following his brother's direction, sitting down first, before laying down.

Ludwig stood up, closing his eyes thinking about what he was going to do. "Forgive me, brother.." He unzipped his pants and let them slide down around his ankles. He leaned over Gilbert, nose to nose.

Gilbert's breath caught in his throat, and he watched nervously, unsure why he was letting this happen.

"Turn over," he told him.

"Mmh... Why?" Gilbert asked, getting nervous, and desperately wanting to push him off. "Can I face you? Please?"

"I can't face you, so...please, just..turn over.."

Gilbert shook his head, starting to panic. "Nein... I'll walk away."

"You really want to see your own brother's face while I fuck your brains out?"

Gilbert shut his eyes tight, and shook his head. "Nein. I just don't want too. It's too much. I don't want to turn over." He couldn't admit it, but he was scared of such a vulnerable position where he had no control.

Ludwig grit his teeth. "Alright...take off your clothes.."

Gilbert kept his eyes closed, trying to take calm, even breaths, and started unfastening the buttons of his jacket, removing the belt. "You could help."

Ludwig put his hands around Gilbert's. "Let me," he unfastened the belt and buttons and pulled the pants off right around the rim of his boots, taking those off with them.

Gilbert lay there, trying to relax, trying to keep his mind off of who was removing his clothing, and what he was about to do.

"I'm sorry for this, bruder." Were his words before he leaned over and kissed his brother fervidly.

Gilbert felt his whole body react, and he gasped a bit. "Vest..."

"Ja?" his voice sultry in a deep and hoarse whisper.

"Please don't stop..." Gilbert whispered. He was so hard that his pants were getting painful, and he started writhing beneath his brother, trying to make contact.

Ludwig's mouth fell open before diving back in to tongue-lash his brother again. He pulled his mouth away, tongue dripping with saliva. His mouth moved down Gilbert's jawline and neck, biting and sucking on the skin. His hands moved around Gilbert's hips while prying his knees apart with the subtle movement of one leg.

Letting out a loud gasp, Gilbert bucked his hips against Ludwig's leg, spreading his eagerly. He wondered to himself when he'd become such a whore, but quickly chalked it up to spending too much time with France and Spain.

"You're more fiesty than I would expect you to be," Ludwig licked the side of his cheek.

"My best friends are Francis, and Antonio, remember." He gasped again, leaning into the small contact.

"I did, didn't I?" He bit him hard enough to draw blood, his member quite engorged and hard.

"Ah!" He moaned at the bite, arching his back.

Licking the blood, he trailed his sadistic kissing lower on the hipbones, eventually softening them as he bent down on the floor on his knees and put his mouth around the tip of Gilbert's member.

"Ooohhh... mmh... ja..." Gilbert writhed beneath his touch, and dug his fingers into the covers on the bed.

Ludwig flicked the end of it lovingly teasing his brother, of course. He moved his entire mouth around it, slowly sucking.

Trying to hold still, Gilbert's back arched, and he closed his eyes tightly.

He sucked harder, letting as much of his member as possible down his throat. He would frequently pull it out and put it back in to play with it.

Gilbert's body started shaking in pleasure, and he spread his legs further, encouraging him to continue.

Ludwig was persistent to see how far his brother could go. He went faster and harder, almost making his mouth tired.

Maybe it was the forbidden element of Ludwig being his brother, or the fact he was being submissive, Gilbert wasn't sure, but he couldn't help himself. He moaned loudly, and felt a familiar pressure pooling inside. France could give a DAMN good blow job, but this was amazing.

He was waiting to see how long it would take for Gilbert to come inside his mouth. He'd forgotten his brother took much longer, being heavily experienced.

Gilbert put a hand in Ludwig's hair, grabbing a handful and holding on as his brother moved. His whole body was writhing beneath him now, and his member grew even harder than before, and he knew he was close. "Unh... Vest..."

Ludwig looked up at Gilbert. Those blue eyes of his turned devilish with intent. He pulled away for a split second "Do it." Then he put his mouth back around.

His whole body tensed and a scream ripped out of his throat as he came hard in Ludwig's mouth, the feel his hot seed filling the other's mouth was almost too much.

Ludwig pulled out, cum dripping from his lips. He licked away at shortly before putting his mouth around Gilbert's and making him taste his own release.

Gilbert wrapped his arms around Ludwig's neck and pulled him close, loving lips with him and opening his mouth for the other eagerly.

"You taste amazing," he whispered in Gilbert's ear biting onto it

"Unh... I know. But I'd rather be filled by you." Gilbert breathed, wrapping his legs around the other.

"Of course," Ludwig grabbed a bottle from underneath the bed. "I use it for women, but it works..." he rubbed the liquid slowly around himself, slicking up. He groaned and closed his eyes to make sure he kept his brother's attention.

Gilbert opened his eyes tentatively to see where Ludwig was, and gasped at the size of his massive member. "Shieße Vest..."

He smiled, still working at himself. "I get it from you," his voice heavily appealing.

"Jawhol. Naturlich. Vest, don't forget to prepare me too." He breathed, getting nervous about that massive member going inside him.

"Vwhat do you mean...I thought you vere ze expert, remember?," he chuckled evilly.

"I mean you'd better prepare my body for tzat." A slight panic picking up in his voice.

"Of course, I kid, bruder. I only tease you cause it's fun," he bent over his brother and kissed him again, biting at the bottom lip as he let go. "I hope you can handle what I have to give you..."

"I can handle twice your size, just as long as you prepare me right, Bruder." The prussian sneered at his brother.

"Oh, is that it, huh? Are you saying I'm not up to par then?" Ludwig laughed at him.

"Nein. I'm just saying you had better do a DAMN good job down tzere before you take me." His sneer had deteriorated into an almost angry glare.

"You amuse me," me moved his lubricated fingers down Gilbert's chest across the plane of his abdomen and further down between his legs, inserting a finger. "Oh, you mean..like that?" He jested.

"Aahh! Un... Like tzat!" Gilbert groaned, his back arching at the insertion.

"Sehr gute...," he grinned, moving it in and out for a bit. "Another, mein bruder?"

"Ah... Ja! Anotzer... bitte" Gilbert was reduced to writing in pleasure already. If he'd had half his mind, he'd have scolded himself for being so damned easy.

Ludwig budged another in, still going in and out at the same pace.

Gilbert pulled his legs up towards his chest. He let out a moan, wondering why this felt so good. "Unh... Bruder..."

Ludwig was getting harder to hear that voice proclaim him, so he sped up.

"Ah! Bitte... Bruder..." Gilbert was panting now, his member so hard, he was getting to the point he could no longer stand just the fingers within him, he needed more. "Take me... now."

"Gladly," He pulled out and put his own member gently in place. He hovered over Gilbert, two hands on each side. He started moving in and out, but he didn't care much for taking any pleasure in seeing his brother's face, though. Ludwig preferred to take him from behind, no matter the teasing and the playing with everything else. No, it was quite different this time.

Gilbert closed his eyes tightly again. His fingers dug roughly into the sheets, turning white as he gripped them hard. The one thing he couldn't stop was his moaning, which he let escape his throat with reckless abandon.

Ludwig closed his own eyes; he didn't think he could handle see his brother like this much longer, or not at all. His taught and tense muscles had become glazed with sweat, his hair tousled from the exercise. "Bruder, please forgive me for this, please..."

"Ah.. ah... I do... uns... bru-der..." Gilbert pressed out between his moaning. He didn't care who it was pounding into him, he'd become lost in the pure pleasure of it. Suddenly there came a knock on the door.

"Gilbert? Is tzat you? Are you alright?" Roderich's voice came from the other side of the door. Gilbert's heart jumped into his throat, and he bit his tongue.

Ludwig started to panic. He tried to keep quiet from his animalistic grunting and heavy panting. "Scheiße.." he gathered his clothes and ran back into the bathroom, locking the door.

Gilbert was left staring in shock a moment before he realized that Ludwig as even gone. Sitting up, and trying to collect himself, he answered in a broken voice. "Yeah, I'm fine... It's nothing."

"Are you sure? You vere screaming... Und Vhy are you in Ludwig's room?" He called from the other side of the door. Gilbert was left dumbfounded, and unable to answer, his head still swimming in the pleasure.

Ludwig put his clothes back quickly. He wasn't coming out until Austria was completely gone.

Gilbert looked around the room in fear, wondering where Ludwig had gone. "I um... I was... um... Go avay before I tell people about C sharp!" He yelled back, desperately hoping that would work.

Ludwig snickered behind the door, hoping no one could hear him. It was funny to hear his sharp-wit brother pull a fast one on that prude.

"You're not in a better situation yourself Gilbert!" The austrian called out, before huffing and adding. "You owe me."

Gilbert let out a sigh, turning bright red, and answered. "Alright."

Ludwig cracked the door a bit to see if he had left yet.

Gilbert sat, red-faced on the bed, looking away from Ludwig in silence. Ashamed of what had just happened.

Ludwig felt more guilty than anyone for having feelings like he did for his own brother. He slid down the door in angst and nearly punched the wall out of self-hatred.

"I'm sorry." Gilbert squeaked out. "I've been involved with him."

Ludwig bit his lip and nearly began to break down in tears.

"I'm so sorry. I let you do this because I felt bad for forcing him down. Please don't hate me Bruder." Gilbert managed to whisper, his head hung in disgrace.

Ludwig walked out of the bathroom, exclaiming that he hated himself more than anything. "I need to leave for a while," he put his jacket on and walked down the stairs and out the door without telling Gilbert where he was going.

"Nein! Bruder! Please... Come back!" Gilbert begged, on his heels, not bothering to care about his lack of clothes

"I'll be at the pub, if you want to talk there," Ludwig added as he popped his head back in and out the door again.

Gilbert stood, naked in the foyer, staring at the door, aware of the Austrian's presence, but not paying him mind as he turned around to trudge up the the stairs to collect his clothes before dressing and following him to the bier hall.