A/N The 3 chapter and smut:3 Hope you guys like it And I still dont own Hetalia. I will inform you if it ever changed. And no to the story!

"Um…Amerika, what…." Milos began. He just opened the door to his room and was greeted whit a sight he couldn't even comprehend. He was about to turn away and pretend he saw nothing, when Alfred spoke: "Hey, Give me here a hand, will you?"

"Um, for what?"

"Isnt it oblivious dude? To get him of me." Alfred was on Serbia's bed whit a Russia on top of him and giving his best to stop Ivan's hands going all over his body. His shirt was a mess and the bomber jacket was on the floor. Serbia looked careful at Russia. Then he noticed something about Ivan, his eyes were glazed and the breathing was shallow. America was in process of stopping a knee pressing in-between his legs.

"What did you do to him?" asked Milos.

"Um… nothing?"

Turning away Milos said "Okay then, see ya."

"Stop! Come here! I will tell, just help me to stop this commie bastard…Don't! "The last one was directed at Ivan who was pinning the Americas arm down, while trying to get off the younger nation belt whit his other hand. He was nearly done whit biting off the t-shirts buttons too, so the hero's chest was exposed to the cooler air. Scratching the back of his head, Milos cursed and come towards the biggest nation, who was still occupied whit getting the belt off. Serbia knew in his gut this will not end well, but he was that kind of person who couldn't turn his back on someone asking for help. He taped the older nation shoulder. "Ivan, you better stop. You don't want this."

Russia stopped. Amerika was about to thank god, when he was interrupted by Russia's voice. "Serbia?...Let share love, da!~~ " There is no need to say that Serbia went red as a paprika at the words. "Em, bre…." Nope, Serbia didn't got the chance to finish the sentence, because Ivan grabbed his arm and pulled him over Alfred's body. The next moment the smaller nation was sandwiched between the two super powers.

"Idiot Amerika. Bre, what did you do to him?"

"If I had a idea he is like this when drugged, I wouldn't have ever gave it to him!"

"YOU DRUGGED BROTHER!"

In the time the both were distracted Russia pulled out a pair of handcuffs out of his coat and put it around one of the younger nations hand.

"We were arguing about who can make better… Hey what are you doing commie!" Alfred hided his other free hand under Serbia's body. Russia was smirking while he was letting his hand go all around Serbia in search for the heroes hand. Milos did tried to push him away, half-hearted. To speak the true it wouldn't make much difference even if he tried to push him off whit his full strange. His face was just a inch away from Ivan's and Milos was positive his face was red as Romano's if not redder. He heard America gasping suddenly directly in his ear. The next moment there was not a hand under his back and Alfred's both arms was cuffed over his head.

"That was not fair!"

The bigger nation just gave a giggle. And then kissed Milos. In the first moment Serbia stiffened. He could fell the tongued softly begging for entrance. At the same moment he heard America stiffing back moans. Russia was massaging the forming bulge whit his knee. Maybe giving in wouldn't be that bad, at the good side we are in my room, though Milos. At least he wouldn't get angry... Oh shit I didn't locked the door. Please god, dont let anybody walk on us.

Serbia opened his mount and let the bigger nation explore every square millimeter of it. Alfred didn't had it easy, just a few inches away from his face he watched a passionate kiss while he was teased himself. Fucking teenage hormones. His pants grow way to thigh, he began to wish for Russia to pull them off. It didn't help his case either that Serbia began to wriggle on top of him and his cloths were rubbing against his bare chest. He really wished he could hold the moans better in.

After, something that seemed to Alfred like hours, they stopped kissing ,both completely out of breath. He thought it was ridiculous for the smaller nation to still be as red as ketchup. "Dude you done enjoying it?"

"I was not..um… I mean…It wasn't…. Eh…Uh…Bre, jebi se."

America didn't reply, Ivan just began to free him of his painful restriction, know as pants…and his boxers, too… He gulped. He knew that he was now exposed and vulnerable. Florida standing up prideful. The nation laying on top of him looked away embraced, getting even redder. He was about to roll his eyes at the Serb when Russia moved up again, hovering over them. The biggest nation was staring at them for few seconds, it looked like he was trying to focus his eyes but falling miserably. He then put his still gloved hand under Milos chin and said:

"Undress me."

Alfred could fell the heart beat of the smaller nation against his chest though the cloths he was wearing. "You not gonna do it, right?"

After not receiving any feedback he groaned. This couldn't be happening to him.

Serbia was positive that this was a dream. He didn't hear anything from his own heart beat. It felt like it was trying to run away and leave his body behind. When Russia put a finger on his lips, he heisted just a moment before biting on the glove and helping it be pulled off. If this was a dream then as hell he could enjoy it, right?

America on other hand was trying to break the cuffs whit no result, and that bagged him a lot. Whit all of his super strange it didn't have effect. Looking back in front of him was a bad idea, because once he began watching he couldn't look away. Serbia shifted his position so he was sitting on Alfred's belly whit Ivan in front of him. He was slowly undressing him, licking, nibbling and kissing any patch of skin he just uncovered. Once he come to the scarf his tempo become double slow. Now he was biting the sensible flesh leaving marks and making Russia moan. America was licking his lips his eyes glued in front of him.

Once the scarf was save and out of the way, Ivan pushed Milos back down on Alfred ripping his clothes off. After the offending items were gone he whispered to Serbia to turn around so now he was face to face whit America. The moment he saw him he jumped a bit, he completely forgot the teen was still there. He began to turn red again. "Seriously? You are turning red after that show?"

"I forgot you were here…"

That was new to him being forgotten, usually the forgotten one was his bro C…Cen… no, was it Canpachi? No, Canada? Canada it was. Yes, he was the invisible one not him.

"You cannot just forget about the hero!" Like waiting for his cue Ivan pushed one silky finger in each of them. He began to prepare them. Looking down at the teen, Milos decide it wasn't fair for him.

"Hey."

"mmm… yes?"

"What happens in the bedroom, stays in the bedroom."

"Wha…"

Serbia began first shyly, then a bit more sure, to kiss Alfred. He allowed for the younger nation to control the kiss. They were moaning in the kiss, and they parted just moments before Ivan pushed a second finger in them. Milos decided to begin to play whit Americas nipple and soon when the third finger was in crisscrossing Alfred was sure he would lose it there. Until Serbia bite down, hard. Draining some blood which he lapped away like a cat. Alfred was moaning load at the simulate sensation and he could care less about anything else, pushing his hips down trying to get the fingers deeper. His brain was a mess of pleasure.

Russia was awarded whit two winces , when he removed his fingers. He giggled. Grabbing Serbia's hips he position him. Seeing how he had his eyes closed he whispered to him: "Do it for me, da." Serbia frowned at that not sure what he meant. Ivan trust his hips down, two gasps echoed. Milos opened his eyes and understand what he meant. The bigger nation trusted him down on Alfred. He wanted to get away but the hands were holding him in place. Looking around he saw the Ivan's face whit the still glazed eyes. "Jebi ga." He trusted his hips down a bit more gasping a bit because of the pain. He noted that the blond was not thick, but was long. One of the hand left his hips.

Alfreds eyes rolled back, that guy was so thigh and it felt like he was burning inside. He was about to trust up when a hand settled on his hip. Stopping him. The few brain cell still operative from the overload on pleasure began to panic. They did have a reason for it, something big was poking him. He gulped and then screamed when Russia forced himself till the base in him. His eyes began to tear up. It hurt, a lot.

Milos licked the tears away, saying:

"Man do not cry."

"You dont tell, I am the Hero here! And I am not crying!"

Soon Ivan began to move giving both first a very slow teasing tempo. Steadily he began to go faster, the whole time he was kissing and biting Milos back as if asking him to forgive him. The tempo was fast and Serbia didn't hold it anymore, he came first whit a half scream half moan all over the blond nation under him. The younger followed him after just one trust, screaming so load that Milos was sure he was heard till Pluto. Just a bit later Russia was ridding his orgasms out. Once he was done he plopped on the two hugging them in a grip whit no escape and falling instantly asleep.

"Hey, commie you kidding. You no gonna let me chained up till morning! I need a shower!"

"Forget it, only maybe Belarus would be able to wake him up now. So good night."

"Dude?... Dude!... Fuck!"

Little did the three know that this night would have consequences in form neither of them could dream of.

~Tatata~

Somewhere on the base a four year old child opened his eyes for the first time. He blinked. He was just a few second there. Looking around he was in a machine room. He knew what it was, even if he didn't know the words for it, yet. He thought, wanting to see what else he knows. Two things popped his mind. First was his name and the knowledge of being a nation. Second was his parents. He smiled, and walked away.

Translator note

jebi se - fuck yourself

Jebi ga - Fuck it.

A/N So there is it:D The next is the morning after.

Goes over to Greece, finding him asleep.

me: Hey can I lend you army?

Greece: *is sleeping*

me: I need it to hunt down a few reviews, you dont mind?

Greece: *is sleeping*

me: Thanks a lot! You are the greatest! *Takes Greece army whit me*

-back home-

me: *is staring at you* At my command 3...2...1 go!

*the whole Greece army makes a kitty face* Meow?