So this is the second and final chapter that you guys wanted. I hope you enjoy, you got your wish lol

Warnings: yaoi, smut&more smut, drama, mentions of FrUk & SpaMano in addition to PruCan, jealous lovers (say wuuuuuuuuut?!), sorry for the grammar/language mistakes -english is the only langauge i know and i'm not really even good at that, NO FLAAAAMES

Note: last chapter and the beginning of this chapter happened on a Friday


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ClearAsCrystal269: I absolutely support you making a story using this AU as a template of sorts. As long as you don't copy dialogue then I'm totally fine with you taking inspiration from this (this story was actually inspired by another one), but I don't think that I have to worry about you copying line for line from what I wrote. If I'm not mistaken (which I could be...I probably am) you've reviewed on my stories before so you have preeeeeeetty much earned my trust.

The Forgotten Traveler: ...I LOVE CATS! xD.. and i have freckles soooo...i DO have a place to put your soul so...i'll take both please...

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Story that inspired this one (FORGOT TO MENTION THIS LAST CHAPTER): "Beyond Help" by zoewinter1


Matthew was a slut, he had fucked and had been fucked by a lot of people, but there was no helping his body's reaction; he couldn't stop his neck from arching, the back of his head hitting the tiled wall in a way that was sure to hurt later or from the moans and gasps slipping passed his lips. His body quivered, especially his thighs as he spread his legs wider, jerking his hips downward. Damn, Gilbert's bigger than I imagined! Matthew thought with a certain amount of distress as he whimpered and dug his nails into Gilbert's shoulders; he was beginning to realize that, when he thought a four fingered stretching was a little excessive, he was horribly -severely -wrong. "A-Ah...!"

"V-Vögelchen...I'm sorry, am I hurting you?" Gilbert asked in a strained, concerned and husky voice.

His voice sent pleasurable shivers up Matthew's spine and made him grind his teeth; he had to stay focused and relax, his body slowly -but greedily- sucking Gilbert's cock inside. "Y-You should've just FISTED me! J...Jesus..." the blonde groaned his legs twitching and tightening from around Gilbert's waist.

"Do" -pant -"Do you want me to st-?"

"Stop and I swear to God I'll cut off your dick et feed it to you!" he growled his hands slipping underneath the albino's arms to claw and cling to the older man's shoulder blades.

"S-Sorry..." the taller teen apologized with a breathy chuckle, lower arms braced against the wall, as sweat made his white-silver hair turn grey and stick to his forehead, the back of his neck and his cheeks. "Z-Zhere...I...I'm all ze vay in."

"FINALLY," Matthew moaned making his body relax and accept the immobile intrusion, he arched his back away from the wall and wiggled his ass, "I thought your dick was ENDLESS for awhile there."

The albino tried to laugh but it was obvious his jaw was clenched tightly, almost looking painful. "J-Just -mein GOTT -tell me vhen I can move."

Matthew smirked at how adorable and HOT Gilbert sounded when he was trying to keep a firm grip on himself, trying to keep his self control intact. Well, Matthew couldn't allow that...could he now? "Come on, baby," the blonde purred grinding and rotating his hips against his...against his BOYFRIEND'S, "aren't you going to: Fuck. Me?" He felt the dick inside him twitch, his hum of excitement turning into a harsh yelp of pleasure as Gilbert pulled out and SLAMMED right back in, jostling the bottoming teen's prostate. "Oh, Lord!" he praised eyes beginning to roll back as his eyes drifted shut, "Baby, do that again!"

Gilbert began an almost punishing pace, figuring that he wouldn't last long due to his inexperience, hips snapping up and grinding as his body held Matthew up, pushing him harder into the wall. "Do you really zhink zhis is a time for titles?" he snorted sarcastically from between pants and groans and gasps, "'Lord' is so formal, you can just call me Gil, Birdie~."

The sweet side of Gilbert, what could be considered the albino's "normal" side, made Matthew's stomach fill with butterflies while this side of Gilbert, the sarcastic, biting and salty side, made his butterfly filled stomach drop into his abdomen -getting under his skin like nothing else. He was unable to reply as he moaned and mewled, air escaping him -not that he cared -as he ground his hips down into Gilbert's, meeting him thrust for thrust. "C-Come on, Gil, I'm a thirsty bitch, give it to me har-harder! Make it rough!"

Without saying anything, the albino speed up, practically jack hammering the blonde into the wall (A/N: appreciate the lovely imagery).He slammed against Matthew's prostate, making the blonde squeal, scream and gasp as that spot was targeted; Gilbert latched his mouth onto the other teen's neck, sucking hard and -hopefully -leaving a big, bright, purpling hickey. Mean while, Matthew's eyes were closed, eyes rolled back, lips parted with two lines of drool coming from the corners of the blonde's mouth and down his chin; his hands scrambled for purchase -something to keep him anchored to some sort of reality -and he finally settled on leaving scratches down Gilbert's back with his left hand while his right hand gripped the corner of the sink beside him.

"Yes! Oh, mon DIEU! YES!"

"Come on, mein liebe, cum for me," the albino growled his hand wrapping around Matthew's erection, tugging and squeezing mercilessly, "Let me see you paint mein hand white~."

Matthew threw his head back, hands tightening, chest heaving and thighs quivering so bad they could've been having a seizure, as he came; his throat clenched, raw, as he screamed and chanted Gilbert's name to the ceiling, experiencing the best -and most powerful -orgasm that he had ever had. Gilbert groaned and cursed, feeling the erotic twitching and clenching of the blonde's insides and unable to hold back his orgasm; he thrusted deeply into Matthew's body, wanting him to feel his cum for WEEKS, unleashing the cum and sexual frustration he hadn't been able to release because it just didn't feel right if it wasn't Matthew. Not even masturbating helped. They stood, panting and gasping -searching for the air they had long since lost -as sweat and semen stuck their torsos together and Gilbert's seed dribbled out of Matthew and down the blonde's thighs.

"W-Wow..." the slightly shorter teen exclaimed quietly, his voice hoarse, "Th...That was the best fuck I've ever had the pleasure of receiving..."

"Ich liebe dich..." Gilbert panted unsure of what else to say.

He smiled tangling his hands in Gilbert's sweaty hair and dragging him down, placing a chaste kiss on the albino's lips. "Je t'aime, mon cher~."


~Later That Monday~


"What do you think about Romeo and Juliet?"

"They're all stupid bastards."

"But it takes place in Italy!"

"So? Italians can be bastards! Just look at my fratello."

"...Fine, then what about Macbeth?"

"...I find Macbeth relatable; how he struggles for power and how he tries to deal with all the stupid fucking bastards around him."

"...I thought you'd saying something like that..." Arthur murmured resting his cheek on his knuckles, looking around for Matthew as he picked at his food, "You seen Matthew?"

"No...you?" Lovino asked crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair, eyebrow raised. The heir to the Vargas Family Mafia was dressed like a teenager but he was always dressed nicely and expensively; he wore designer skinny jeans, a white, short sleeved, button down shirt, a green skinny tie, black Aldo gym shoes and a silver medical bracelet that said that Lovino had Thrombocytopenia -a blood thinning condition.

"No, that's why I asked you."

"Don't get smart with me bastard-!"

"Now, now, gentlemen, do you always break into fights without lil' ol' me?" They both looked up at Matthew, who was grinning down at them and batting his eyelashes with his hands on his hips; Matthew wore black skinny jeans with a plain black belt with flowers painted on it with white out, the black and white, Adidas high tops with the platform he wore every day, a black beanie, a white and black, horizontal striped cardigan, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a loose, white t-shirt with a deep v-neck, black ink spot like designs and hot, pink cursive that said "Lollipop Luxury" on it -a reference to a Jeffree Star song.

"Finally!" Lovino snapped but his posture relaxed, indicating he really had been worried about the Canadian, "Where the fuck have you been, bastard?!"

"Sucking dick~!" he said cheerfully, leaning down to wrap his arms around the Italian's neck and lay a smooth loudly on Lovino's cheek. With a strangled, yelp/scream combination, he shoved Matthew's face away before scrubbing his cheek.

"That's sick, you pervert!"

Matthew giggled, taking a seat next to Arthur. The Brit noticed how carefully Matthew lowered himself into the seat and winced slightly when his ass made contact with the hard plastic. "...You must've had some weekend..." Arthur noted dryly, crossing his arms over his grunge, Union Jack pullover sweater -the one that he had cut the sleeves off of -and glaring at the Canadian's ass; bastards...not preparing him correctly, the Brit bitched internally, worrying like another mother over the younger teen's well being, "you haven't been sore like that since your first time..."

He blushed, scratching his cheek with his index finger. "Actually, it was just one person..." the blonde mumbled, blushing brightly, "and...um...yeah, so I have a boyfriend now-."

"Wait -what?!"

"Bloody hell, what are you fucking talking about, wanker?!"

"Uhmm...yeah...I'm dating Gilbert," Matthew admitted with a stupid smile that spoke volumes, "You both know him as a friend of Antonio and-."

"Francis, yes," the Brit said crossing his arms over his chest, trying to stop himself from blushing but, in the end, he failed; that bloody French frog always made him blush with his cheesy pick up lines and lewd jokes and exaggerated winks. It didn't help that Arthur had seen Francis shirtless after PE once and, although they were almost the same height with Francis being a centimeter or so taller, the French teen was buffer; Francis had a man's body despite his weird outfits and childish, goody two shoes attitude, with slightly tanned muscles, a flat stomach but with defined pecs and biceps, and hair dusted over his arms and leading from his navel down to the area Arthur desperately wanted to get himself familiarized with. "I know of him."

"Gilbert's an idiot," Lovino stated with a deep frown, "he's loud, annoying, sarcastic, an otaku -they're really creepy -and too self cent -wait, wait, wait! Is he the one who made your ass sore?!"

He blushed, "Gilbert's really big."

"No way!" Arthur exclaimed, eyes wide in shock, surprise, disbelief and a little bit of horror, "He had to be, like ten inches to make you sore!"

"...We...uh...we started Friday in the bathroom then spent Friday night and Saturday at his house before going to mine to spend Saturday night until eight o'clock Sunday night...mostly in my bedroom. With the door locked."

Arthur's face was twitching, unsure what to feel, while Lovino's was turning a painful looking red shade. "Bastard," Lovino hissed, "I'll shoot him."

"I'll help," the green eyed teen growled tapping his black finger nails on the cafeteria table top.

"Guys, calm dow-."

"Holy fucking shit!" Arthur suddenly yelped, looking over the Italian's head at the three older teens that had just walked into the lunch room.

First it was Antonio, talking animatedly and motioning to the different cookies and sodas they could get -wearing a tight, white Curanderos t-shirt that was bright against his tanned skin, slightly baggy jeans with bleach spots held up by a red belt, plain red and bright yellow gym shoes as well as a red and black snap back sitting backwards on his brunette curls, the front of the hat -which was facing the direction of his back, saying "Lick my churro~"; following Antonio were Francis and Gilbert, insulting the Spaniard good naturedly. Francis wore a short sleeved, royal blue turtle neck, black Toms, a white ribbon holding his wavy, blonde hair up in a messy ponytail, skinny jeans with the pattern of the French flag and rips in the knees, reading glasses set on the top of his head and it looked like he had forgotten to shave -like he always did when he had a test coming up or a big project -again, dark shadow on his chin, cheeks and around his mouth; instantly, Arthur's eyes were drawn to the muscles that were revealed by the turtle neck that was both tight, showing off the muscle in Francis' torso, and short sleeved, sleeves stretching across his thick arms and revealing manly arm hair. And Gilbert...Gilbert usually wore layers but this time he was wearing little; he wore a beanie with the Prussian flag on it, a baggy, grey tank top with black writing that said "Kawii in the streets, Senpai in the sheets" that revealed nice, strong arms and showed his side from armpit to the bottom of his ribcage -giving brief glimpses of his ripped torso, black Converse high tops and black, bermuda shorts with cargo pockets and a white, gaping skull on the side of his right shorts' leg, towards the bottom, and showing off strong, athletic legs. Gilbert's outfit was the most shocking and, even though he kept his glasses on to see, he looked...he looked good, the black, slightly thick frames of his glasses completing the look in a way that wouldn't have worked otherwise. Together, in their group, the Bad Friends Trio looked good, they looked hot and popular and not nerds -despite the obvious anime reference in Gilbert's shirt, Francis' weird jeans and Antonio's shirt that didn't make any sense to anyone who didn't know of the Latin Alternative rock band; instantly, the cafeteria noise dropped to a low hum, all students watching the trio of surprisingly hot, intelligent, socially awkward teenage boys.

They got their cafeteria food, Gilbert the first to notice the quietness of the cafeteria as he said something to his friends, jabbing each of them in the side. Francis made a face but leaned in anyway as they gathered their food, listening to what the albino said before looking around the cafeteria and nodding, the Spaniard also looked around before whispering to his other two friends. Ignoring the weird vibe in the cafeteria, the trio walked to their normal table where Bella, Elizabeta and Michelle waited for them with shocked, gaping looks. "Vhat ze hell is vrong vizh everyone today?" Gilbert mumbled quietly, his German accent made all the hotter by the attire he was wearing.

"Gilbert...you...I...what?" Elizabeta questioned, confused as she blushed and her Hungarian accent came out thicker. Gilbert cocked his head to the side -so fucking adorable -about to ask what was wrong but, before he could ask, Feliciano, Ludwig and Kiku came into the lunch room; Feliciano burst through the doors, shouting about pasta and ruining the mood, causing everyone to snap to their senses and go back to talking loudly -extra loudly to make up for the lull -and eating.

Meanwhile, at the other table, Lovino was bright red, gaping at how hot Antonio had dressed that day -that Spanish bastard knows what those kind of clothes do to me! The Italian was speechless, staring down at his food, trying to find the motivation to taste his food instead of the edible looking Spanish teen only a couple feet away. Matthew was staring at Gilbert like a starving wolf, licking his lips hungrily; Arthur just trying to stop his hands from shaking and using all his willpower to remain in his seat, refusing to get up and fuck the Frenchman like his "second brain" demanded he do. "I blame you for this," Arthur hissed shakily glaring at Matthew from beneath his eyelashes and eyebrows.

"Bastard...bastards, all of you..." the brunette mumbled almost in a trance.

"Dieu...I told him not to cover up his hot bod -oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he moaned laying his forehead in his hands and banging his forehead lightly on his palms, "Something bad's going to happen I-."

"GIRBERT-SAN!" a shriek resounded through the lunchroom, drawing everyone's attention to the BFT's table; Ludwig and Feliciano were sitting down at the table, gaping at their Japanese friend who was red faced and gaping at Gilbert, eyes focused on the albino's shirt, "That's-That's not appropriate for schoor!"

He smirked at the Japanese boy, standing up and placing his arm over Kiku's shoulders, the other tensing. "Relax, Kiku, no one knows vhat zhis" -Gilbert gestured to his torso -"means."

"I-I do!"

"Like I said: relax. Ve all know you're secretly a hentai fanatic so...ja, chill."

"Ve~ what's hentai?"

Blushing, Kiku shook his head before mumbling quietly under his breath and sitting next to Gilbert, casting disapproving glances at the front of the shirt every now and then.

"What is hentai? And what the hell does his shirt mean?!" Matthew snapped, eyes narrowed at the Japanese teen with jealousy and possessiveness clear on his face.

"Urban Dictionary it..." Lovino mumbled eyes never leaving his Spanish boyfriend, who was currently having to endure Bella's flirting, "I swear to God, if that Belgian bitch even touches him-."

"Calm down, we all know Antonio worships the ground you -holy fuck, where does Michelle even think she's putting her foot?!" Arthur growled as he watched Michelle's foot rubbed Francis' leg from his ankle, up his calf to his knee then back down, Arthur's face was breaking out in red, angry splotches; Francis smiled at her, resting his cheek on his knuckles as he said something that made Michelle giggle, blush and smile like an idiot. Arthur jerked himself up from his seat and walked quickly up to the Frenchman, feeling hurt and jealous and -damn it! -he really did love the frog; he walked up to the BFT's table, palms sweaty as he took a deep breath and tapped Francis on the shoulder. He jumped and spun around, blushing slightly with wide eyes as he gaped up at the English man.

"A-Angleterre! W'at are you-?"

"Can I talk to you? In private? Now?" Arthur said with a glare, a glare mostly directed at the other wankers at Francis' table.

"Ah, sure," Francis blinked, standing up -oh Jesus, Arthur was licking his lips at how hot Francis was dressed -and following Arthur out of the cafeteria; of course, Arthur was keenly aware of the Frenchman's eyes on his leather clad ass.

"...well that finally happened..." Lovino mumbled crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat, eyes still on his boyfriend.

"Dieu!" the Canadian exclaimed, looking down at his phone, "I know what his shirt means!"

"Is it sexual?"

"Oui!"

"...I knew it."

Matthew looked over at his boyfriend's table, Feliciano and Ludwig chatting to each other, Bella flirting with Antonio, Michelle and Elizabeta talking to Kiku and-. "Who the hell is that?" the blonde asked pointing to the guy who was sitting right beside Gilbert.

"Ah, that's Raj," Lovino said scratching behind his ear, lips twitching up slightly at Matthew's jealousy, "He's in my dance class with Tonio aaaaaand...he's in Gilbert's Calculus class."

"Ah," he mumbled eyes narrowing as Raj shifted close to the albino. Raj placed a dark skinned hand Gilbert's naked elbow, teeth unbelievably white as he smile chatted excitedly. Gilbert smiled in a purely platonic way, talking in the same energetic fashion with which he always spoke, and oblivious to Raj batting his black lashes and rubbing his hand up and down Gilbert's pale arm -obviously a flirting motion. The Canadian felt his eyebrow twitching as he ground his teeth, "Imma kill the bitch."

Just as Raj was putting the moves on Gil, Lovino saw Bella place her delicate hand on his Tonio's knee, sliding it upward as they spoke. The Italian's eyes narrowed, watching his boyfriend shift away uncomfortably yet continue to laugh and smile and talk to that bitch; Antonio was too polite and nice to push the girl away. Good thing I'm not so nice or polite! Especially to thirsty little bitches that want to fucking put their nasty-ass hands all over my man~! "I think it's about time we put an end to this, si?" the Italian mumbled standing up with his tray, as well as Matthew's and Arthur's, "You go first, I'll follow you; that way they won't piss themselves and run."

"Raj and Bella or Gilbert and Antonio?"

"All four of the bastards~!"

Matthew giggled as his friend moved to go dispose of the forgotten lunches; the blonde quickly stood up, pulling at his clothes to straighten them and making sure that the sides of his cardigan were pushed away to expose his t-shirt, his wavy hair perfectly framing his face and took the iron cross necklace out from underneath his shirt, making sure it was visible to everyone and laying as a pleasant weight over his shirt. After going through the precautions, Matthew strode over to Gilbert's table, only stopping if someone addressed him by name, which was usually when someone was trying to flirt with him or give him money for a quickie in the bathroom. The Canadian would never cheat on Gilbert -the albino really was too sweet for his own good -so he politely declined, rubbing their shoulders and rejecting the cash with a "sorry, cher, not right this second~". When he finally did approach the table, only a foot or so behind Gilbert, he saw Raj shift so his side was pressed against Gilbert's, his lips curving up as he whispered flirtatiously in the albino's ear.

No. Hell, TO THE FUCK, NO! Matthew felt his eye have a seizure as it twitched uncontrollably. All thoughts of just normally asking Raj to back the fuck off -however brief they were -flew out the window; the stupid little shit was crossing the line into all kinds of nope, touching Gilbert like he had a chance! Instead of growling and hissing like a rabid animal, Matthew's first instinct, the blonde walked quickly over to his boyfriend; he pulled Gilbert's chair a little away from the table, making the albino yelp, "Salut, ma chérie," (Hi, sweetie) Matthew said with a smile, "tu m'as manqué~!" (I missed you~!) Before anyone could do or say anything, or compute a response, Matthew straddled Gilbert's lap, grabbing Gilbert's face and tilting it upward to slam their lips together.

Gilbert sat there, completely stunned, for a moment before he gave into the soft lips that were yanking at his vocal cords and fogging his brain; he wrapped his arms tightly around Matthew's waist, his palms flat on the blonde's back and pushing their bodies closer as Gilbert poked his tongue out and swiped it across Matthew's lips.

"Caio, España~" they heard Lovino purr beside them, where Antonio was sitting, "Perché si sta guardando quando hai me?" (Why are you watching them when you have me?)

Grinning in victory, Matthew parted his lips so that their tongues could meet, loving the feeling of Gilbert's left hand rubbing up and down his back while the other one gripped the back of Matthew's left thigh. He could feel warmth curling in his chest and wiggling its way down into his abdomen, quickly pulling away to avoid having sex in the bathroom again. "Schön dich zu sehen, auch, Vӧgelchen," (Good to see you, too, Birdie) the albino panted with a cocky smirk Matthew instantly wanted to kiss senseless -but refrained from doing -rubbing their noses together in an eskimo kiss, "You're vearing ze necklace I gave you?"

"Oui, of course~!" Matthew giggled blushing in embarrassment at their lovey dovey behavior; suddenly, his head snapped to Raj, who was still sitting beside Gilbert, looking utterly shocked and stunned and confused. "Hi, Raj, is it? Yeah, stop flirting with my boyfriend," he said with false, too much sweetness as he smiled brightly and laid his cheek on the top of Gilbert's beanie covered head, "or I'll snap your snap your neck~. M'kay?" Raj paled, nodding. "Awesome~! Now get. Your fucking ass. Up. And leave~!" In a blink of an eye, Raj had run away.

"Birdie, don't you zhink zhat vas a little much?"

Matthew giggled again, kissing his boyfriend's nose. "Of course not!" he exclaimed before turning himself around to rest his back against Gilbert's chest. Upon turning around, he saw everyone staring at him in shock. "What?"

"HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DATING?!" the three girls -and Ludwig -yelled in unison, which prompted Matthew to launch into a detailed explanation -skimming over the whole 'sex weekend' thing but heavily implying it. In the middle of the Canadian's explanation, Francis and Arthur returned to the table, looking all sorts of disheveled; and, by the time Matthew was finished, Antonio and Lovino had returned, Lovino's neck heavily hickied and a smug, shit eating grin of pure, unadulterated bliss on his tanned face.

"-and then he gave me this necklace and we're dating now~!" he finished explaining, seeing everyone's faces in various shades of red, "Oh! Arthur, are you and Francis dating finally?"

"I-I-I-I-I -you cheeky little dick waffle!" the Brit stuttered with a bright red face that was steadily growing brighter.

"Aw~ Arthur, you flatter me!" Matthew exclaimed throwing his arms around the punk teen's neck and placing a dramatic, wet, sloppy kiss on Arthur's cheek with a loud, 'MUAH~!'

"Oui, Matthieu, Angleterre et I are dating now," Francis said with a sigh and a fond smile as Arthur sputtered angrily, pushing Matthew away and scrubbing his face, "At least, I'd 'ope zo after w'at 'e just did to moi in ze bazhroom."

"Of course we are, don't be a bloody idiot, frog!"

"Ah~ now I can finally stop hearing about how hopelessly in love they are with you two!" Antonio breathed, relieved, and slinging his arm over his boyfriend's shoulders, "Now I have more time for mi poco tomate y yo to do naughty things~!"

"SILENCO, BASTARDO!" Smack!

And all the teens lived happily ever after, the rest of the student body becoming very much aware of two things:
One. Bathrooms were no longer safe, seeing as how one of the BFT was always having some kind of sexual encounter with their boyfriend in there.
Two. Anyone, anyone, who was found flirting or hitting on a member of the BFT would face the wrath and uncensored blood lust of Matthew, Lovino and Arthur.


THE FUCKING END

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Characters:

Gilbert (Prussia)

Lovino (Romano)

Matthew (Canada)

Antonio (Spain)

Arthur (England)

Francis (France)

Bella (Belgium)

Monice (from last chapter) (Nyo Germany)

Michelle (Seychelles)

Elizabeta (Hungary)

Feliciano (Italy)

Raj (India) (Note: i had no idea who should hit on Gil)

Ludwig (Germany)

Kiku (Japan)


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