Chapter 4: Building All Over Again

AN: See? Told you I would make them longer. But anyway, the update cams o late because MY COMPUTER WAS BROKEN! 'twas a tragedy, delicae mae. Made my head feel like a fucking jackhammer. So lucky I had my files on a flash drive...or I would had to write the whole damn thing over again. So here it is. Not the best, I know, but I was in a hurry to get it up. Enjoy the most sexual chapter I've ever written. Cheers, bastards.

Switzerland's eyelids snapped open to find himself laying in his bed. He groaned and tried to sit up, but swayed and sank back down when a pounding headache began to drill into his skull. Thinking through the blasts that were racking his brain, he struggled to recall what had happened to cause this.

"You're awake," a voice said from the side of his bed, and he weakly turned to face whoever was sitting there. "It's been a few days...I've been staying here, if that's okay."

He turned away again when he saw Austria.

"Hey, no," Austria said, reaching for him. Switzerland stiffened, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm so, so, so sorry, Switzerland."

"It's fine," Switzerland said, thigh his tone clearly indicated he was not fine. "What exactly...happened to me?"

"You came to see me, and we kissed..."

Switzerland squeezed his eyes shut as the tears began to fall.

"And you told me you liked me...and then Hungary saw, she kicked you in the head. I was so worried, Vash."

"You shouldn't have been," Switzerland whispered.

"But I was," Austria said. "You have no idea. The doctor said that if she had kicked any harder, you might not have made it out of there without a concussion."

Suddenly, Switzerland's anger flared up. "The bitch," he muttered. "I should sue for assault."

"Switzerland!" Austria exclaimed. "Do you know how much trouble you'd- we'd -be in?"

"I can if I want to," Switzerland said, hauling himself up on his pillows. "What right does she have?"

"She was furious!" Austria protested, taking his hands. "You have to know that I did cheat on her. Please don't be angry with her!"

Switzerland stared at Austria. "Why are youso worried about her?"

Austria sat back, releasing Switzerland's hands.

"Well?" Switzerland demanded.

"I still care for her. She's been my wife for a long time, Switzerland."

"So you were leading us both on?" Switzerland demanded. His arm itched to jump up and slap the older man.

Austria's eyes flashed. "You're too young to understand." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he regretted them.

Switzerland's mouth hung open in shock. After a long moment of silence, he said, voice trembling, "I can't believe you would say that to me."

"No-Vash-" Austria said, desperately thinking of a way to take them back. "I didn't mean-"

"Get out," Switzerland said, pointing towards the door. "Now."

"But-" Austria said, hovering in his seat.

"Out!" Switzerland roared. Austria lurched out of his seat and hurried toward the door, letting it swing close behind him with a small click.

Switzerland sat on his bed and wrapped his arms around his legs. Despite the fact that he had just forced Austria out of the room, every inch of his body was yearning for the man to return.

Unbeknownst of anything else to do, he started to cry. He sobbed until his pajamas felt throughly drenched, so caught up in his sorrow that he didn't hear the door creak open. Nor did he hear the soft footsteps crossing the floor, or feel the bed sink as someone sat next to him.

He knew who it was, however, when a pair of arms went around him and held him, holding the young man close to his chest.

"Roderich, I'm so sorry," he cried. "I-I didn't mean to..."

"Sh, sh, it's alright," Austria said, stroking Vash's hair. "I know."

"I just," Switzerland sniffed, "I couldn't lose you, and Hungary-she hates me now. She must hate you, and it's all my-my fault."

"No," Austria said. "You must understand, Vash, that it is never, ever your fault. You're perfect."

Switzerland cried for a while longer, clutching at Austria's shirt. When he was done, he sat up and sniffed, rubbing his eyes. He felt Austria take his hands, and looked up to see Roderich's purple eyes burning with...something. Was that...affection, maybe?

Love?

"Let's get away from here," Austria said, pulling Switzerland toward him. "Just us, away from everyone else who's going to nag us for what we are."

Without a second thought, Switzerland said, "Yes. Now."

Austria's face broke into a grin, and he eagerly embraced Switzerland, driving their lips together. When they broke, Austria whispered, so quietly it could have not even existed, "I love you, Vash."

"I love you to," Switzerland said. He let himself smile a tiny bit. "Let's go, before someone catches us."

Austria pulled Switzerland up from the bed. "Take a shower, and I'll make a few calls. We need to get representatives for our countries at the meetings."

Something clicked in Switzerland's head, and he reached up to grab Austria's collar. "Come with me," he said.

"What?" Austria asked. His cheeks were starting to warm, and he blushed harder as Switzerland's thumb stroked across his cheek.

"Come with me," Switzerland repeated. "You said you were staying here, so you must have clean clothes. Please, Roderich?"

Austria took a deep breath. "Alright," he said in a small voice. His heart was pounding, and the beat reverberated through him to Switzerland.

Switzerland smiled. "C'mon," he said, pulling him towards the bathroom.

Austria gasped when he stepped inside the bathroom. It was enormous! Everything was lit up, and a brilliant, glittering chandelier hung from the ceiling. As he glanced toward the shower, he felt his flush growing steadily darker in color. It took up at least half the bathroom! Switzerland chuckled. "And you're supposed to be the older one."

"Don't act like you'll be the one who takes control," Austria said.

"I will," Switzerland said. Unbuttoning his shirt, he slid it off onto the floor, then moved his hands to Austria's jacket. "We didn't exactly get to where I wanted last time..."

Austria's jacket dropped to the ground, and his shirt followed soon after. Austria traced his fingers over Switzerland's skin, smirking when the young man's breath quickened.

"Let's hurry," Switzerland said, reaching to pull off his slacks. "I want to get out of here as soon as possible. When his pants were off, he reached for Austria's. His hand's brushed against the brunette's crotch, and Austria groaned. The pain of his cock pressing against the fabric of his slacks without release was to much. He took hold of Switzerland's underwear, hooking a finger inside the elastic. Carefully, he slid them down Switzerland's legs until they gathered in a puddle on the floor.

"Mm," Austria said, taking in the sight of the flushed young man standing before him. Switzerland's length stood at attention, and increasingly hardened when Austria took hold of it. Switzerland purred, wrapping his arms around Austria's neck.

"Here, lets get you cleaned up," Austria said, scooping Switzerland off the floor and stepping out of his own underwear.

Switzerland's face went pink. "Don't slip," he said.

"Wouldn't think of it," Austria said, setting him down and turning toward the knobs on the walls. There were four: one marked "Stream," one marked "Massage," one named "Hot" and the other "Cold."

"You seem to have quite the bathroom," Austria said, looking up at the twin shower heads that were aimed from either direction. He shivered as he felt Switzerland's hands slip down around his waist. Switzerland smiled, and reached around his partner to turn the "Hot" knob. Austria gasped a he hot water hit him in the chest, then sighed as it warmed his skin. Stepping back, he pulled Switzerland back into the spray with him, running his hands through the young man's hair as it grew heavier, soaking up the water. He smiled, and kissed Switzerland, feeling the slick, warm liquid rush between their lips. Switzerland stepped closer, pressing his now slick body into Austria. Austria groaned, sliding his hands down Switzerland's chest.

"Not that easily," Switzerland murmured, deciding instantly what he wanted to do. He slid down Austria's body slowly, trailing kisses as he went.

"What-" Austria began, but was cut off as Switzerland closed his mouth over the head of his cock. "Oh, God."

Switzerland smiled, and Austria moaned as he felt the curve of the young man's lips across the sensitive skin. Switzerland bobbed his head down, waiting to feel the tip reach the back of his throat. He'ssobig...

Austria moaned again as Switzerland began to move, sliding his already wet mouth up and down his shaft. He reached up to carefully cradle Austria's sack, earning a hand in his hair, pushing him back down. He obliged, sucking faster, tasting the saltiness of his partner's length. It wasn't a taste he was going to forget easily.

Suddenly, Switzerland heard a strangled noise of pleasure from his partner, and felt his cock grow bigger to fully fill his mouth now.

"Ngh," Austria gasped, and Switzerland fought the urge to pull back as the man's warm seed filled his mouth and flooded down his throat. It came with such a surge that he had to swallow every drop that came into his mouth to avoid choking. Sweeping the last drops of cum off, he looked up into Austria's face and grinned. His partner had a look of exhaustion and pleasure on his face, and he knelt down to the same level as Switzerland, pressing their lips gently together.

"I like this," he murmured, "being able to taste myself on you..."

Switzerland shivered. "Wasn't the point of this to get me clean?" He asked.

Sighing, Austria stood, feeling the spray pound into his back, and pulled Switzerland up beside him. "Who says we can't have as much fun doing that?"

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Alfred strained against the handcuffs again, giving up after his already raw wrists burned with pain. He slumped back into the bed, curling up to prevent the cold air from hitting between his legs.

WhatthehelldidIdotodeservethis?He thought miserably, stiffening as a wave of fear rode through him at heart the door swing open.

"I'm baaaack," he heard Belarus sing. "Oh, Mr. America, your wrists are very red...and your length so stiff! Been thinking of me, maybe?"

America let out a grunt through the gag, and Belarus giggled. "Don't worry, you need not wait any longer. Punishment must begin."

America heard the crack of a whip, and became very, very, very scared.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and he heard a, "What the fuck are you doing?" The blindfold and gagged were ripped off, and he opened his eyes to see Germany tackle Belarus. Russia was standing over him with his hand over his eyes. He reached for the handcuffs, grabbed the chain, and snapped it, sending a shock wave of pain hurtling through Alfred's arms.

"Get dressed," he said, shoving a bag in Alfred's face. America gratefully took the clothes and pulled on the jeans and button-down, turning away from the raging, rabid Belarus.

"I'm going to kill you, bruder!" She screamed as Germany as the blond tied her to the headboard in place of America.

"Ukraine will check on you in an hour," Russia replied calmly, and left the room, with Germany and America behind him. He shut the door on Belarus's shrieks and grabbed Germany by the hand, who in turn grabbed America. Russia dragged both of them out of the mansion, still hearing vicious bellows from inside. He shoved them both into a car waiting in the driveway and simply ordered the driver, "Hurry." The driver pealed away, leaving skid marks on the driveway.

"How-" America started, but was cut off as Germany grimly said, "We guessed. When no one had heard from you, and since Belarus is particularly protective of her brother, we should probably check to see if she was murdering you in the basement."

He turned to Russia. "It would seem your sister and I share some, shall we call them, bedroom instincts." Russia smiled, wrapping his arms around the country. "Indeed, ones I should like to explore some more when we get home..."

America choked.