This is a joint story between myself and Akuoni.

Disclaimer: neither of us own Hetalia. (there is not near enough Prussia to make it true)

Warning: Prussia x America. This chapter is M! you have been warned lovely yaoi ahead.

Prussia knew the kid was still scared, but his patience was wearing thin. Scratch that, gone. He grabbed the colony pulling him towards himself kissing him again. Gilbert pushed Alfred onto his back straddling him. He made his way to the younger's neck, his hands remaining on his shoulders to keep him down. It might be worth a few cracked ribs at this point to just take Alfred even without his unknowing consent.

He bit lightly down where Alfred's neck and shoulder joined to stop any struggling. Slowly tasting along the way Gilbert made his way to the other's nipple. He kept his eyes trained on Alfred's face, it would be better if this was an enjoyable experience for him.

Alfred didn't understand. The confusion was written all over his face. But it was too late to do anything. He was dragged forward with surprising strength... He squeaked as he was kissed, the feeling of danger increasing. Suddenly he found himself on his back; Gilbert on top of him. He gasped and writhed as he was held down and the Prussian moved towards his neck. At the bite he yelped and bucked, trying to get him off. When he stayed on, Alfred stilled. He watched the other with wide fearful eyes... But they also held curiosity.

As the man worked lower, Alfred began to squirm and writhe in pleasure. His breathing accelerated into soft little pants and his eyes darkened to navy with the foreign feelings. His pants began to feel uncomfortable and he himself felt strange... A desire to be full in a way that had nothing to do with hunger...

Prussia smirked as Alfred gave up his fleeing cause. The smirk grew as his eyes darkened, and Alfred began to move as if wanting more. Gilbert removed his hand from the shoulder to cup the bulge growing in the younger man's pants. Slowly he rubbed as his mouth continued its work nipping, teasing across Alfred's chest.

His own pants were becoming a hindrance. Funny how a little fighting could make him so damn horny. Gilbert removed his hand shifting his own hips against Alfred's, creating a much needed friction for himself. "Take them off," he ordered hovering above Alfred's face again. His hand played delicately across the colony's skin when he really wanted to cut in. He wanted to drag his nails down the other's chest, to see angry red marks and teeth. But he was being kind this time, as kind as he could be.

"Ah~ P-Prussia~" he moaned weakly as the man continued. He was overwhelmed by the new sensations. He yelped in surprise as his ... Vital regions ... were touched so intimately. But the feelings ... He groaned deeply at the sensation, pressing against the hand as it rubbed against the fabric.

Alfred whined as the hand was removed, but gasped anew when Prussia brought their hips together. He shook from the intensity of the pleasure being wrought on his virgin body, wanting more... more than mere friction. He wanted... He opened his mouth to speak.

At the command he blinked, confused. Take what off? He blinked in realization. Pants. He reached down and began to push down his breeches, Wiggling as he pushed them down. But with Prussia in the way, he only got them down to about his knees. So He reached out and tried to help by pushing the Prussian's breeches down a little as well.

Gilbert shifted so that any remaining material could be removed. He was forced to bite his own tongue to stop himself from whimpering at the loss of something against him. Growling at the fact that the stupid breeches, why did the brat have to wear clothes, were not completely gone Prussia moved to remedy that himself.

He looked up at Alfred surprised by the virgin's actions, then kissed him unceremoniously shoving his tongue back into the other's mouth. Once they were both free of their breeches he returned his hips to their earlier activity. Prussia moaned low in his throat, his mouth still attached to Alfred's. One arm moved to hoist the colony's leg about Gilbert's hips then moved to his goal.

Luckily for Alfred before Prussia's hand got to far he remembered something they would need. Well if he wanted Alfred coming back for more, and from the taste of the kid he did. Lotion. Gilbert sure hoped Francis was predictable as always and had a bottle stashed somewhere near the bedside. Still, he didn't move, unwilling to leave what he had here on the floor alone even for a short bit.

Cold washed over his body as the Prussian moved to remove the last of their clothes. He shivered, but suddenly he was back. His body covered the teens own like a blanket while his mouth plundered said teen's. As wonderful as it had felt with the friction of the fabric, the feeling intensified at the contact of bare skin. It felt like they were leaving the earth and all its worries behind as he moved against Alfred.

He reached up to cling to Prussia as the older man shifted their position... and waited... He looked up at him with hazy, heavy-lidded eyes and squirmed impatiently. Why did he stop? He suddenly grew worried. Was it something he did? Did he suddenly not want Alfred anymore? He clung tighter, his arms wrapped around him as tightly as a kraken will wrap around a ship.

"P-Prussia?" he asked tremulously, "W-what's wrong? Did I... Do something wrong?"

Gilbert shook his head rubbing himself against Alfred once more before attempting to detangle himself from him. "Have to get something," he muttered as if that explained everything. He moved away quickly once he was free, knowing Alfred would be quick to latch back on.

Good thing his friend was predictable as Prussia found what he was looking for in the first drawer he looked. He looked back at Alfred smirking, gott the kid looked good laid out like that. He headed back over coating his fingers as he went. He settled over Alfred again dropping the bottle, "Now where was I?" he asked smirking.

Alfred whined pitifully, but let him leave. If Prussia said they needed something, then they needed something. He came back... but not soon enough for the impatient teen... slicking something over his fingers. Alfred reached out as he was blanketed by the slightly shorter man's warmth. That smirk on his face was infuriating, but now it felt right for it to be there. Alfred looked at him with wide, innocent blue eyes, and smiled bashfully. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, so he shrugged. He still trembled from the pleasure, and seemed to have trouble remembering how to speak.

"I d-don't know... P-please Prussia..."~I want more...~ He looked up pleadingly.

Gilbert chuckled nipping at Alfred's jaw; it was fun to have this sort of control over another. Again he hooked the younger man's leg around his hips his hand moving around to his butt. Slowly as not to startle him he pushed at the tight ring of muscles with one finger slipping it inside.

Once one was fully inside he wriggled it about a bit waiting for the colony to become accustomed to the feeling. His mouth sought out pleasure points along the other's jaw hoping to successfully distract him. One quickly became two scissoring, preparing Alfred. Two became three stretching the hole though undoubtedly not enough for what was coming next.

Alfred moaned at the feeling, clung to Prussia like a drowning man clings to debris. He jumped and tensed at the touch on his bum, and the sudden, uncomfortable feeling of the digit in him. But Prussia began to kiss him on the jaw. But... he inhaled sharply and began to relax as the other brushed against something at the corner of his jaw, pleasure and desire running through him.

The discomfort wasn't so bad now and he began to want more. He whined low in his throat and pushed against the fingers, taking them as deep as they would go. He cried out suddenly as they brushed against something deep inside of him, pleasure shooting through him with even greater speed.

He was ready, and the Cheshire cat grin on Gilbert's face grew as Alfred tried to get his fingers deeper inside him. Quickly he pulled his fingers back and made sure his own member was covered. He kissed Alfred knowing the whimper was coming from the loss of his awesome fingers.

He positioned himself and pushed in slowly as he had done before with his fingers. It was hard not to moan at the feeling. Good thing his mouth was occupied with Alfred's or he would have embarrassed himself. His hands moved to the colony's hips pushing himself farther into Alfred.

He was right. Alfred whimpered and tried to get them back. To impale himself on them. As much as he enjoyed kissing now, He wanted more. That's when he felt it. It was much bigger than those strong thin fingers. He felt a shot of fear, but he looked at Prussia. He trusted him. Even though he knew he shouldn't.

A soft whimper escaped him as the strange, uncomfortable feeling returned. He squirmed in discomfort, wanting the feeling to go away. But he didn't voice it. Everything would be fine... He repeated that hope in his head while he adjusted to the uncomfortable stretching. Now he began squirming for a different reason. He broke away to speak, moaning with need...
"Ha~ p-please... M-move..."

"My pleasure," Gilbert managed out before starting to move. Quickly he gained speed moving in and out of Alfred. His mouth looked for somewhere to latch onto moving across the colony's chest with an urgency he didn't have before. His fingers dug into Alfred's hips trying to get deeper. He groaned with pleasure feeling himself hit Alfred's prostate. Gilbert angled himself to hit that spot again reaching his own peak, burying his face against Alfred's shoulder to stop himself from yelling out.

Alfred moaned shrilly, his arms moving to hold onto Gilbert tightly. His breaths became pants and moans and when that spot was hit... He cried out in ecstasy, his arms tightening convulsively. One hand came up to thread through the man's hair, and he gasped sharply as the other came. Following after in only moments. His voice shrill with pleasure as he screamed Prussia's name.

Gilbert's arms shook as he slowly pulled out. He smirked raising a hand to remove Alfred's arms and legs around him. Then he rolled to avoid falling onto the other male. He lay on his back panting, quietly, he would not admit he was even remotely tired. "Mien Gott," he muttered smiling glancing at the colony out of the corner of his eye.

"Admit it you have an awesome teacher," he bragged sitting up. Prussia ran his fingers, now steady, though the semen on Alfred's stomach. "All lessons won't be this fun," he continued licking his fingertips still watching the other male. They would have to go clean up now, and the bra- ki- fuck it, Alfred mentioned a meeting. Hey, he thought about work sometimes, especially when it was leading him to war.

Alfred yawned widely, showing no qualms about admitting what he was feeling. A wide Cheshire grin was inching its way across his face as his lids grew heavy. At the mutter in the Germanic nations tongue he hummed in agreement.

"I have an awesome teacher," he parroted cheerfully as Prussia ran his fingers over the stuff covering them both. He looked at it curiously, and reached out to touch it. He looked at it, now covering his fingers, closely before mimicking Prussia. He tasted it and cringed. It kinda reminded him of England's cooking. He usually covered it with enough salt to kill a fish when his caretaker hadn't been looking.

That's when he noticed the clock. His eyes widened and his pupils shrank in mortification. Benjamin was going to kill him. He was late! He immediately tried to scramble to his feet. Bad move. A sharp cry of pain escaped him as he tumbled to the ground again. It felt like ... It hurt like nothing he had ever felt before.

He hummed pulling the eager wanna be nation back to him. "Take it slow," he said his voice holding back laughter. "Might want to avoid sitting as well," he said bits of the laughter starting to break forth. Gilbert didn't feel the least bit sorry for making Alfred miss whatever meeting it was. Openly he hoped it was with Francis. He smiled; he could hardly wait to tell him why the colony coming to him for help happened to disappear.

Prussia stretched out on the carpet, "If you hadn't made such a mess of the room we might have actually made it to the bed," he pointed out not trying t keep wandering hands to himself. He felt so deliciously tired, "You nap, teacher's orders," he said eyeing where he dropped the bottle. Gilbert figured he might want to pocket that for later.

"Nonono..." he fretted worriedly, "France said he's meet with me and I'm late! I'm supposed to be punctual! Oh I am in so much-" There was a sudden harsh bang, as though someone had slammed into the door. In moments there was a frantic knocking and banging on the door.

hm... wonder who that could be? Review or you'll never find out! hahahha!