Author's Note: Hello again. I have a headcanon that France is terrified of dogs. That is all for now. P.S, I still don't own Hetalia. P.S.S My writing style or way I portray characters may have changed, but this is due to inactivity on working on this story, plus my own personal views on each character...you'll see what I mean. Less stuttering, that's for sure.

Prussia broke out into a grin at Iceland who rolled his eyes and turned his head to look away from the bright red eyes above him. The albino nuzzled into Ice and mumbled again in German before moving to latch onto the other man's neck, his teeth grinding the soft skin of Ice's throat. Iceland felt Prussia's hand press itself forcefully into the bed next to his head to steady himself as he attacked Ice's skin and marked it as his, drawing blood. The smaller man grimaced slightly as a twinge of pain burned through his skin. Prussia licked it up readily and lifted his head to give Iceland a gentle, tender peck to the lips.

"Did that hurt Ice?" His voice gave away his concern and Iceland shook his head.

"Good...ah..yeah.." The albino closed his eyes for a long moment and collected himself, letting out a long breath. Ice glanced up at the other man and watched as he flicked his eyes back open with a whole new attitude and smirked the trademark smirk.

"Are you ready to experience a whole new level of awesome?" His voice was lower, husky and absolutely sexy. The smaller man didn't have time to respond as Prussia pushed himself into Ice's lips.

France, meanwhile, had found himself in quite a predicament, cornered by three growling and rather ferocious dogs in the entryway.

"Yes bonjour doggies... n-nicedogspleasedon'teatmeI'msureItastehorriblebut notashorribleasBritainscookingPLEASESPAREME!" He felt his heart rate pick up as they pushed him farther into the wall, growling the entire time, hackles up. Just as France was about to surrender himself to his horrible and utterly bloody demise, the doorbell rang, making the dogs barked harshly in response. France shrieked despite himself at the dogs, close to blacking out. Germany's heavy footfall thundered down the hallway within seconds.

"Italy?! Are the dogs-" He appeared in the doorway seconds later, a look of surprise crossing his face.

"O-oh hello France, erm," Germany paused for a moment and slicked back his hair, a grimace on his face, as the pounding on the door continued and the dogs kept barking.

"I'm sure you being here has to do with my bruder and his little antics again." France glanced down at the three dogs whining and barking at the door and was about to speak when Denmark burst in, a look of utter panic and anger painted on his face.

"WHERE'S ICELAND?!" Germany's face tightened, the grimace becoming deeper still as the dogs began tearing at the unaware Nordic's pants legs. With a single sharp command from the German the dogs stopped and trotted away behind Germany, looking back as to check if their master needed assistance. Denmark turned his gaze frantically to the German, shouting, his voice showing his anger and panic.

"WHERE IS HE!?" France cleared his throat to answer the question, his heart still pounding in his ears.

"He's not here Den-" A harsh voice came from behind Denmark, a deathly tone resounding in it.

"I don't believe you," Norway peered in from behind the larger Danish man.

"Tell me where he is. Now."

Iceland mumbled in his native language as his short shorts and boxers were finally tugged off single handedly by Prussia who had his other hand clutched tightly to Ice's hip, seemingly massaging it absently. The albino tossed them away haphazardly, paying no attention to where they landed. Prussia's eyes burned into Ice's own eyes before they flicked back down, as the larger male moved downwards smirking once again before lowering his head to slowly lick Ice's inner thigh, who moaned in response. Prussia responded with a gentle nip on Ice's soft skin, before continuing upwards. This was all too much for Iceland already.

"Prussia s-stop being such a tease just-" He was cut off by thundering footfall in the hallway outside, and a familiar voice.

"ICELAND!" The albino glanced up quickly to the door with an irritated sneer before moving more on top of Iceland, scooting up to press his lips onto Ice's once more, lightning quick, who, despite hearing Denmark outside gave an angry sound. Prussia's teasing had made him dizzy, and to have him suddenly stop just made Ice pissed off. The larger albino grinded against to try and silence Ice who only groaned into his lips in jumbled, messy english.

"Ja Ice..." His voice was still husky and low as he mumbled back, his hands fumbling around Iceland's lower waist as Denmark plowed through the door, not even trying the knob.

"ICELAND!" Denmark sprung into action, leaping forward to drag Prussia off of Ice by the throat, his grip like iron. Norway was right behind, who moved to Iceland, quickly speaking soft words of comfort and apology, something rare to hear from him.

"You little shit, by the time I'm done with you, the undertakers won't be able to piece your sorry ass back together in the funeral home." Denmark's voice was the definition of anger as he growled and squeezed Prussia's throat tighter, who stayed as quiet and still as possible, not wanting to give him anything to work with. Germany and France were last through the doorway, the German's eyes quickly spotting the Dane strangling the life out of his older brother.

"Denmark let go of him. Now." France's eyes widened at Prussia's face, which was turning red due to lack of oxygen, his eyes almost matching the rest of his face for once. He still had that stupid look on his face as usual, as he aimed one good hard kick towards Denmark's balls. The dane was quickly felled with a loud groan and Prussia pried his fingers off his neck. As quick as lightning he bolted towards the window, threw it open and paused on the window sill. He turned to Iceland and winked.

"We'll continue this later." He then jumped, obviously not bothered by the two story drop.

"Bruder!" Everyone waited for the yell of pain or deafening crack of bones, neither which greeted them. Instead they all heard was overly excited laughter and a shout of "ICH LIEBE DICH ICELAND!" Germany twitched and turned slowly to the remaining group of countries.

"I..." The german trailed off as his eyes met Iceland's, who had since covered himself with Prussia's duvet.

"I...I'm sorry for my bruder's...behavior. I'm seeking counseling for him currently but we may have to find stronger methods of...fixing him." Iceland said nothing in response, his face tinged red. Norway draped his arms loosely around Ice's shoulders and looked him up and down, murmuring quietly to himself as he noticed the bruises the Prussian left behind. Denmark made a growling noise as he slowly uncurled from a ball on the floor, his face tight.

"Damn you Prussia agh..." Germany moved in to help him up but Denmark ignored him, his gaze fixed on the window.

"Your brother is a little bastard, you know that?"

"Ja." France took the entire scene in grimacing, until he was shaken out of his daze by his phone ringing with a familiar albino's ringtone.

"Prussia's calling." Everyone turned their gaze to the frenchmen as he answered

"Prussia you-"

"Ja ja I know, but wasn't that totally awesome?! I've been practicing that window thing for months!" He laughed but was only greeted by silence on the other line

"Oi France? Hey I'm talking here!"

"LET ME TALK TO THAT LITTLE BITCH!" Denmark thundered, his eyes burning into France's eyes as he watched France hold the phone lightly to his ear.

"Prussia..ah.." He looked at the surrounding men and sheepishly passed the phone off to Denmark, who shook with anger.

"France? Hello?"

"Listen here you disgrace of a ex-country, when I find you, you're going to wish you died a long time ago when you were supposed to, you hear me?" Prussia only snickered

"Oh? So you haven't spoken to Iceland yet to find out whether or not he enjoyed our little field trip?"

"Why would he ever enjoy being raped by a dirty freak like you?!"

"I am not a dirty freak! Besides, maybe he enjoyed it. You should ask him. Goodbye Denny~" The line clicked dead and Denmark fumed as he tossed it back over to France and made his way to Iceland.

"Ice...I'm so sorry I..." Denmark bent down in front of the bed, his knees hitting the hardwood floor softly as he reached out to hold Iceland's hand who pulled away slowly.

"It's fine." Iceland looked at him, stone faced.

"Prussia didn't hurt you too badly did he? A-are you-"

"I'm fine." The dane frowned, concern and hurt etched all over his face.

"Um, okay..I just, I'm so sorry. It was so stupid to do that to you..." He waited for Iceland to respond, but he didn't get any reaction from the smaller man. France and Germany watched silently from the sidelines until Germany cleared his throat to speak

"You know, once he gets back, I'll make sure he won't be stupid enough to do anything like this again." Denmark mumbled in response before standing up slowly, feeling the pain shoot through his body as he did so.

"We should go now." Norway muttered and Iceland shuffled underneath the duvet awkwardly.

"Um...I'll meet you all out in the car...I have to get...dressed." Norway released his soft embrace and filed out with the rest of the men, each giving him a sad look on the way out. Once they all left the room Iceland let out a huge breath he didn't know he was holding and despite himself let out a small noise of anger. Prussia left him hot and extremely turned on. He got up off the bed to search for his shorts and boxers when he heard a sound come from the window, a series of grunts as two pale white hands appeared on the window sill.

"Shit." Iceland whirled around at the sound of Prussians voice as his head popped up over the sill. He gave a short snort as he pulled himself the rest of the way back into his room, tumbling in as quietly as humanly possible.

"What the hell." Iceland looked down at the albino panting by the window and shook his head in confusion

"How?" Prussia chuckled softly and replied in a sing song voice.

"My sweet little prince didn't put anything out the window for me to climb up onto, hair or otherwise." Iceland shuddered and shook his head once more.

"Obviously not. But how the hell did you do that? Honestly."

"Tree limb, I climbed up it and waited until they left the room and then took a leap of faith over to little ledge out there."

"You're a dumbass you know that?" Prussia grinned

"Ja, I've been told that before." He rose up from the floor and stretched out his fingers, trying his best to return to the sexy attitude he had before he left. He looked Ice up and down and his grin got slightly bigger.

"They're probably getting worried." Ice mumbled the words regretfully, still quite turned on, despite himself.

"You and I need to meet up again later tonight...is that possible?" Iceland swallowed and glanced at the door before taking a step ytowards the Prussian, trying his best to look uninterested.

"Maybe. Although...I don't know if I'm too interested." The larger man's face fell slightly and he looked down at the floorboards for a moment before responding.

"Oh." Iceland took another step forward, and then another until he was right in front of Prussia.

"But...I might just sneak out of the house at 2 AM to the nearest bus stop for some air, and I might see a certain someone if they show up too. Got it?" Ice watched Prussia's face light up as he moved in for a kiss, which Iceland accepted.

"I'm not promising anything, but damn Prussia..." Ice trailed off and looked up into Prussia's red eyes, and the albino smirked in response.

"Ja, I know I can be a bit addicting can't I?"

"Shut up."

And so it continues. I might knock this one out soon actually, so expect maybe one or two more chapters. It's been a fun, somewhat bumpy ride. (This is actually one of the longer things I've written to be honest...) Thanks for reading :) I'd love to know what you all think!