Thanks to Anime-Books Lover & cheshirejin for the follows! & to Anime-Books Lover again for the fave! Doitsu drank a beer in toast to both of you!

In fair warning, there is some detailed GerIta sex in this chapter.


"Crawling back to you
(Do I wanna know?)
If this feeling flows both ways?
(Sad to see you go)
Was sort of hoping that you'd stay
(Baby we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day"

Modern Berlin

Ludwig slept into high noon. He opened his eyes to a ceiling that was the wrong color and it took him a moment to remember that he'd fallen asleep in Feliciano's bed, after the little Italian had left him to save Antonio from the elder Vargas sibling. The house was quiet except for the sound of Feliciano's breathing. He must have come back to bed sometime after the phone call. Ludwig shifted as quietly as possible, so he could turn to look at the smaller man. He was curled up in a ball beneath the sheets. His right arm was shoved under his pillow and his left lying just out of reach of where Ludwig's arm would have been; as if he might have been holding onto it as he drifted off to sleep. Ludwig often woke up to find Feliciano asleep beside him, yet today was very different. Today he had a wonderful, doubtless, warm feeling about it and a date to prepare for. He felt a wide smile grow on his face. After a few moments of watching his beloved's quiet breaths, he quietly left the room. Once out in the hall, he was struck with an uncontrollable happiness that he didn't really know how to channel. He started laughing at nothing, like a crazy person. Quickly he decided that a run was necessary to kill this excessive giddiness. He headed back towards his own rooms for his sweats.

He found the Trio still in his living room, all dead to the world. Francis was stripped down to tight pink boxer briefs, asleep almost entirely upside down in the recliner. Gilbert was face down on rug, snoring loudly. Antonio was gracefully reclined against a pile of pillows on the couch with his cell phone still pressed to his face. Ludwig did a 360 of the room before choosing the best angle from which to take a photograph. He snickered as he did it, reprimanding his own childish behavior. But Feliciano would like to see and he would be the last to wake up, besides one could always use a good blackmail photo of Francis.

The German Nation had the best run he could remember having for a long time. When he arrived home it was 4pm. Francis and Antonio were on the apartment's balcony. Antonio hung over it to wave at him. Ludwig nodded at him. He found Gilbert still dead on the rug. He watched him for a long moment just to make sure he was breathing correctly. The maid was in. She informed him the Mr. Vargas had gone out shopping, but had absolutely promised to be back no later than six and that he said Ludwig should be ready then. The maid winked at him. He couldn't control the blush that spread to his cheeks and quickly exited the room.

He glanced at his wristwatch. It was a golden Prada with a pearl face, a bit excessively nice for Ludwig's taste and a gift from a certain Italian. The time was 4:15. He had less than two hours left to prepare the date. He nervously ran his fingers over the felt box in his pocket, remembering what his brother had said about how he ought to give Feliciano everything he could. He carefully wrapped the little box in shiny golden paper and topped it off with a red bow. He then hid in within his nightstand drawer.

The German had a quick shower, before wrapping himself in a crisp, white towel and going to confront the evil that was choosing a proper outfit for his first official date with the flashy Italian. He had discarded every dress shirt he owned into an uncharacteristically messy pile on the floor and was considering going out to quickly buy a new one, when a quick succession of knocks came at his door.

"Hey, Ludwig. It's me Toni. Gilbert says you need me to save you from yourself" Antonio announced himself with a small laugh. "He sent clothes".

Ludwig quickly let Antonio in, with little thought to the state of his dress.

"Damn!" Antonio appraised with a whistle, looking Ludwig up and down. "Don't ever let me take my shirt off around you…and I thought Gilbert had abs". Ludwig blushed and Antonio laughed harder.

"Don't worry about it, I've seen plenty of men's abs. Check out the shopping Gilbert and I did for you. Feli's going to not even want to go out after he sees this!...or you could just wear that towel" Antonio winked. He had flopped down on the edge of Ludwig's bed and was pulling garments out. First he produced a pair of chocolate brown dress pants, then matching socks, and leather oxfords. Next came a simple brown fedora hat and a brown vest with golden buttons. Last was a sky blue, button down. Ludwig was horror struck.

"I don't wear things like that"!

"We know that. That's why we bought them! Feli loves things like this! He'll love it! Come on, try it on" Antonio begged. He was bouncing up and down in excitement.

Ludwig sighed. Feliciano did like things like that and his brother had gone through the trouble of buying them. He went to the bathroom to change. The clothes were soft to the touch making Ludwig imagine that Feliciano would like the way they felt under his fingers. They fit perfectly and once he allowed the strangeness to sink in, he could admit that he looked nice. He noticed the shirt was the same color as his eyes. The Trio were being very thoughtful. Ludwig made a mental note to be kinder about Gilbert dragging their silly parties into his home.

Even though he felt good about the clothes, he felt awkward about the unveiling. Outside his door, he could hear chatting. This indicated that they had all three arrived. He dreaded hearing Francis's response to him being fashion forward. Slowly, he opened the door and stepped out.

"Tres beau!" Francis exclaimed, clapping his hands to his mouth. Antonio clapped and smiled brightly.

"Whoa" Gilbert exclaimed. "…I mean….Geez, Lud you should dress up more often. The Italian is going to drop dead"!

"Speaking of which, it's 6'oclock!" Antonio reminded everyone.

"He was waiting in the living room when I came in" Francis informed.

"And he looked really freakin good" Gilbert added.

Ludwig quickly walked out the door, happily leaving the trio behind him. But he was struck with nerves when he approached the living room door and heard the gentle humming inside. How long had he wanted something like this to happen and here he was hesitating a foot away from it, terrified. He took a long deep breath and just listened to the humming; thinking of the beautiful, priceless person producing it.

There's nothing to fear here. Not anymore. Ludwig reminded himself and quickly stepped through the doorway. Feliciano was in his arms before he had the time to properly look at him. He smelled like something spicy and sweet all at once, like gingerbread. But it was a thousand times more enthralling than gingerbread. The German wondered if his heart might explode.

"I'm so excited, Ludwig!" The little Italian exclaimed, looking up at his date. "You're wearing a fedora"!

Feliciano stepped back to have a better look and Ludwig did the same. The little Italian was dressed in a flowing white linen shirt; open at the neck, so that the chain, but not the actual iron cross was visible. His black jeans were tight in all the right places and he wore knee length boots of soft, grey leather. The heel on them was an inch high. There was a large emerald on his right, ring finger. He was smiling boldly, though he was blushing.

"You look fantastico!" Feliciano complemented, taking the German nation's hand in his own. Ludwig ran his thumb over the emerald.

"Not so fantastisch as you" He mumbled, looking at the green stone. "But I'm glad you like this. I wanted to dress fashionably for you".

"You did this for me!" Feliciano gasped, running his free hand down the soft blue shirt, between where the brown vest hung open. The fabric was so thin that Ludwig could feel his fingertips. "Will you always dress like this when you take me on dates"?

"If that makes you happy" Ludwig promised, relishing the ease with which Feliciano referred to their future. He looked up at the Italian Nation's eyes after he said it. Feliciano had a tear rolling down his cheek.

"Nein" Ludwig whispered sternly, taking his face in his hands and kissing the tear drop away. Feliciano laughed happily, wrapping his arms around the German's neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. Ludwig felt warm tears, that were not his own, against his face.

"I'm so overwhelmed" Feliciano murmured, pulling away.

"Ja. None of this seems real" Ludwig agreed.

"I think this is the first time that things have been real with us" Feliciano corrected him. Ludwig knew he was right.

"I'm so sorry".

"There's no need for that. Today is a wonderful day, Doitsu!" Feliciano corrected. "Let's go to the bistro"! He laced their fingers together and led Ludwig towards the door. The larger man allowed him too. It was nice not to be the one who had to decide everything for a while and walking slightly behind the Italian allowed him a delightful view.

The bistro Feliciano spoke of was the only place in the city that served good Italian food and he always wanted to go. So, Ludwig wasn't surprised that he had chosen for their date. It was on the 27th floor of a sky-scraper. The sitting area was a large, open room covered in little tables for groups of two or four. Multi-colored chandeliers cast a dim light, only supported by candelabras on the tables. The floor was covered in oriental rugs and all the sides of the room, except for the one that faced the kitchen, were covered by floor to ceiling windows that provided a splendid view of the city below. The waiter's wore black suits with waistcoats and called everyone sir. The little Italian was so expected there, that they kept him a table in the evenings. That night was no different in that sense.

The waiter knew them well enough to ask after the absence of Gilbert. Ludwig opened his mouth to say something simple to the effect of Gilbert being at home with his friends. But Feliciano explained wordlessly, by picking up his partner's hand and bringing it across the small table to kiss. His emerald shone in the candlelight. Ludwig looked away from the waiter in embarrassment, but the man only chuckled before returning to the kitchen with their orders.

"Did you mind" Feliciano asked, moving their hands back to rest on the spotless, white table cloth.

"Nein" Ludwig said honestly. "It was sweet, but unexpected".

"Perhaps, I shouldn't be so touchy in public?" Feliciano suggested, looking a little ashamed. He moved to take his hand away, but Ludwig held it firmly.

"I said you could touch me whenever you liked. I'll get used to it". Feliciano's resulting smile was luminous.

Soon they were playfully fighting over whose football team had the best bet of winning the world cup, as if nothing had changed between them. It felt the same way for the rest of the dinner really, except that were holding hands across the table, and Feliciano rubbed his leg against Ludwig's, and Ludwig fed Feliciano bites off his plate with his own fork, and Gilbert wasn't there to flirt loudly with the waitresses. It was all the same, except it was real for the first time because no one was holding anything back. Ludwig felt amazing, in love with everything about the moment. Had ever felt like this before? Perhaps, as a child. Maybe this is what Gilbert referred to when he spoke of the post-serious years.

They sat contently at their little table for hours, eating about half the menu and drinking a large bottle of wine in the process. They only rose to leave when the waiter kindly reminded them that it was closing time. Feliciano asked the man to take a photograph of them on his cell phone first. The waiter obliged happily. Remembering his embarrassment at the kiss to his hand earlier, Ludwig boldly leaned across the table to kiss Feliciano's temple for the picture. The waiter called them a highly attractive couple and Feliciano was so delighted he immediately set the photo as his phone background. Ludwig walked Feliciano to the elevator with a hand on his waste and was too elated by the easiness of the gesture to feel fear of disapproval.

"Would you like to go somewhere else" Ludwig asked him, when they had returned to his white, BMW hatchback.

He opened Feliciano's door for him, at which the little Italian giggled. Once he was seated inside, Feliciano rolled down the window and motioned for Ludwig to lean closer. The German didn't understand, but he leaned down to the window anyway. The Italian Nation took the blonde's face between his hands and kissed him fiercely on the lips, dragging his tongue across the plumper bottom one, before pulling away.

"I want you to take me home" Feliciano instructed in sultry tone, that sent chills down Ludwig's spine.

"Happily" The German nation replied, making sure his tone was heavy. A blush stained the Feliciano's cheeks, yet he smiled fearlessly.

Feliciano turned the Radio to an obnoxious Italian pop station for the half hour trip back across the city. Ludwig would have hated it, but the little Italian sang along and that was adorable. Besides, he was too busy trying to check his plan of the next half of his evening to really even pay that much attention. Their elevator ride to Ludwig's tenth floor apartment was empty and quiet. Feliciano leaned against the wall opposite of him the whole time, smiling. Ludwig could see his own reflection smiling back in the mirrored walls. He knew this game; he wouldn't be the first one to crack, even if he was finding hard to find his reflection intimidating due to the flashy nature of his outfit.

When they arrived at their personal floor, Feliciano wrapped his arm around Ludwig's while he unlocked the door. The German could feel him shivering. He wanted the Italian, yet he was so used to wanting and not acting that no lust had really set in yet. That all quickly changed when they stepped inside the empty apartment to find an expensive bottle of French wine sitting in the floor, with a note tapped to it that promised a trio free evening.

Feliciano picked it up immediately; traipsing off the kitchen that was just to their right, and popping it open with a satisfying plop. Ludwig watched him from the hall, somewhat unsure of what movements to make now. He knew how to be seductive, but this was Feliciano. He just didn't think the usual routine would be good enough. The Italian walked back out to where he stood and took a long drink; he didn't swallow and motioned with his emerald clad finger for Ludwig to come hither. His eyes had an unfamiliar and very attractive gleam to them. Ludwig leaned down into his lips gently and received his share of the rich, red wine. It was the same as the night before, but not really. Ludwig quickly pinned the little Italian up against the wall to evolve the kiss, running his hand under the silky white shirt to tightly grip the cross in his fingers. Feliciano wrapped his free hand around the back of the German's neck.

"I love you" Feliciano gasped, breaking away from the kiss and going immediately to kissing Ludwig's neck.

"I've loved you for decades" Ludwig returned, easily brushing the smaller man off his feet and carrying him through the house to his bedroom.

He quickly deposited the wine bottle on top of his dresser, before dropping the Italian on the end of his bed and dipping down onto his knees on the floor in front of him. Feliciano wrapped his legs around the German's torso, so that his boot heels dug into his back. He then tossed off Ludwig's hat and kissed him again, running his fingers through his hair. Ludwig quickly dominated the kiss, not that Feliciano put up much of a fight.

When he pulled away, he extended Feliciano's right leg out straight. Then he slowly undid the series of golden latches that held his boot place, until it could be easily slipped off and thrown over his shoulder. The Italian was wearing a black sock with little pink hearts on it. Very feminine, just like the boots. Ludwig thought it was adorable. He held Feliciano's ankle in his hand and kissed the edge of his toes without any bashfulness. Feliciano curled them up and giggled. The German looked up to be gifted with another glowing smile. His thoughts of how to delicately handle such an important night had flown out the window, Feliciano's words about this being their first honest day floating in the back of his mind. He was going to take his sweet time and enjoy his beloved for all the night's he hadn't in the past.

He dropped Feliciano's bootless leg, only to feel it caressing his side as he made quicker work of the other boot. The sock didn't match, it was simply hot pink. Ludwig smiled at this. It was entirely Feliciano to do something so messy. He kissed this foot as well, looking directly at Feliciano's eyes as he did so. They seemed to glow golden in the dim light from his lamp. The Italian looked a bit intimidated; Ludwig wondered if perhaps he had expected a messier sort of passion. But Ludwig was never messy and he didn't mind the look, it was actually a bit of turn on. He decided to surprise his lover some more.

Pulling the Italian's feet over his shoulders in a quick movement, he leaned forward to place a kiss over the bulging zipper of his tight jeans. Feliciano gasped in response and Ludwig felt a hand grasp his hair. The German then bite down lightly on the bulge, feeling Feliciano's legs shake on his shoulders and the Italian's hand grip tighter in his hair. He glanced up to see the smaller man biting his lip in a very attractive way.

"I think I've finally found a way to shut you up" The German observed, coarsely "Should I have tried it in the trenches"? Feliciano's face turned bright red and he nervously shuffled his feet behind Ludwig's head.

"Maybe" he mumbled. Ludwig was pleased by his yielding manner, though he made a mental note to be careful of what Feliciano responded best too. He needed this to be perfect for both of them.

He undid the button of Feliciano's jeans quickly, then he pulled the zipper down with his teeth. Feliciano shook all over, letting out a little gasp, and his grip on Ludwig's hair became so intense that the German rather expected it to pull. He laughed gruffly, so that his breath came down over Feliciano's partially espoused briefs. They were black with red hearts as well. Feliciano let go his first loud moan. Ludwig slipped out from under his legs before standing and roughly pulling his jeans all the way to his ankles by the waistband. He then had to tug them the rest of the way as they were very snug. Feliciano had fallen back onto the bed, so that his shirt rose a little off his beautifully tan, unmuscular stomach. He'd thrown his right arm over his face and his left hand clenched in the German's spotless, white comforter. Ludwig took a moment to admire the beautiful scene, topped off by his discovery that the Italian's socks rose all the way to his mid-thigh. He tossed away his vest before crawled over top of Felicano on the bed, placing a line of kisses up the side of his neck.

"I think you dressed for me as well...and on the first date too" he whispered in his ear. Feliciano took the hand from his face and ran it along the German's jaw. There were tears in his eyes.

"I've always wanted to do that" the Italian whispered, huskily.

Ludwig noted that he was smirking. He gave him a soft kiss, leaning their foreheads together, and allowing his eyes to close for a moment. He shoved up the fabric of the Italian's shirt and ran his hand down his smooth stomach, ultimately shoving it beneath the heart covered fabric and warping his hand around the hard, already damp, member there. Feliciano moaned into his mouth and Ludwig drug his tongue along the side of the Italian's, before he pulled away to kneel again at the front of the bed. He pulled off Felicano's briefs, parted his legs and gently licked the Italian's tip with a snake-like movement. Feliciano produced a delightful gasp, arching his back. Ludwig grabbed the smaller nation's shirt and used it to pull him up in a sitting position, before taking his entire dick into his mouth.

"Doooiiiitttssu" Feliciano moaned, quickly wrapping both hands into the other man's hair.

The silky fabric of his shirt tickled the back of Ludwig's neck as he bobbed his head. He pulled away just as Feliciano's breath had grown extremely erratic, shoving the Italian back on the bed and pulling his shirt roughly over his head, leaving him in nothing but his long socks and iron cross. Ludwig kissed the necklace, affectionately.

"You're hurting my hair" Ludwig complained in a faux tone, his head hovering less than an inch from the Italian's. "And you wore mismatched clothing to spite me, not to mention that you look so simply sinful. What do you want to do to make up for it"? He couldn't stand to go pure vanilla with this encounter. It would be too predictable, when what he wanted was memorable and shocking.

"I'll…do whatever my Ludwig wants me to do" The Italian suggested, somewhat shakily. But he smiled, making Ludwig sure he knew the object of this game.

The German nation pulled away, tugging Feliciano up onto his knees by the silver chain that held his cross. But not with so much force that it might have bruised him. He then pulled them down so that Feliciano was sitting open legged on Ludwig's pants and Ludwig was sitting with his back to the headboard.

"I'm going to make you scream" Ludwig promised him, running his hand down the curve of the Italian's side. "Would you like that"?

Feliciano nodded, opening his mouth as if he might say something. But couldn't find the words. The German chuckled. He could feel the Italian's erection throb against the side of his leg. He wordlessly pressed his three middle fingers to the Italian's mouth. Feliciano took them in immediately, closing his eyes and sucking with a force that Ludwig made a note to put to work in other areas.

"You look like such an eager whore when you suck like that" Ludwig complemented, using his free hand to pop the buttons of his shirt open. "It's so much more erotic than I ever even imagined and I've done a lot of thinking about how you might suck".

He was pleased by the obvious shiver his rude words sent through the Italian's body and by the even greater vigor with which he sucked. He quickly used his other hand to slide his pants down so that his erect member was exposed. When he was sure they were quite soaked, Ludwig popped his fingers free of Feliciano's mouth and shoved him backwards onto the bed with his clean hand. He then shoved off his pants and shoes with his feet, leaving him naked except for the blue shirt that hung open on his shoulders. Feliciano opened his legs for him, without prompt. Ludwig did his best to commit the scene to memory in the moment he allowed himself to look, before he came down to fiercely kiss the Italian. He gripped his clean hand tightly around a certain curl and inserted the wet middle finger of the other firmly into the Italian. He soon had all of his hand, but his thumb shoved deeply into the smaller man's hot insides and the Italian was bucking back to meet in a way that made Ludwig doubt he could be as gentle with him as he originally intended to be.

Still pumping into the Italian with one hand, he used his other to fish the bottle of lube out his nightstand drawer. It was far to reach and he only accomplished it by bending over backwards. As he pulled it out, he felt smooth wrapping paper against his fingers. It brought a smile to his face. He removed his hand from inside his new lover and cupped his face, gently bringing him back to a sitting position.

"Why did you make me move?" The Italian whined, fingers twisting up in the sides of Ludwig's beautiful, ice blue shirt. He was shaky and flush.

"I want you to do it" he instructed, holding up the little bottle of lubricant.

"Oh" Feliciano observed happily, taking the bottle and squeezing a generous amount of it into the palm of his hand.

Felicano brought his hand tentatively down between them and slowly stroked the German's dick until it was perfectly damp. The little Italian then shoved him back so that he was leaning against the headboard again. Before mounting his lap and pulling the German entirely inside of him. He quickly established a steady pace, moaning wantonly and gripping his hands against the Ludwig's shoulders for leverage. The large nation allowed it for a moment, wrapping his hands around the Italian's supple hips and relishing the amazing feel and image of the little other man riding him.

However, it wasn't long before he couldn't bear the loss of control. Ludwig easily took one of Feliciano's wrists in each of his hands and flipped them over, so that the Italian was lying flat on his back, his arms trapped at his sides, with the larger man above.

"Ah, love" Feliciano moaned, easily giving up control and submitting to the German's harsher rhythm. "Better than I imagined".

The complement spurred Ludwig on and he began to furiously pound into his little lover, so that curl on his head bounced. Feliciano was screaming, as he had been promised, near the end. Ludwig came first, spilling himself inside the Italian, releasing his hands, and then quickly ducking down the remedy the situation with his mouth. It only took a few licks before his mouth was filled with the Italian's seed. He'd never swallowed before, but he tried to do so all in one gulp and threw his head back in what he imagined would be a sexy way. He heard the Italian hum at it and when he looked back at his beloved, he was smiling. Ludwig quickly covered him to kiss the smile and the Italian returned it with enthusiasm. He dug his nails sharply into the German's back, bringing him a delicious stinging feeling.

But when the kiss was broken, the little Italian sighed in exhaustion. He wrapped his fingers lazily in the shirt of the German was still above him, and stroked his chest with his other hand.

"You are the most beautiful man in all the world" Feliciano said, affectionately. "And that was utterly amazing. Can we do it again later"? Ludwig laughed at that, rolling over to lie beside the Italian, stroking his hand down the side of his jaw.

"I am not the most beautiful" Ludwig assured him. "and I've already told you that you may touch me whenever you want". Feliciano sighed in response, curling around Ludwig so that his leg was thrown over the German's and his head was snuggled into the crook of his neck.

They were about to fall asleep when the Italian began to cry. Ludwig quickly pulled away from him to look at his face in concern.

"I'm afraid to go to sleep" Feliciano explained. "All of today seems so unnatural.."

Ludwig was cut to the bone by the statement. He gathered the Italian tightly in his arms and rocked him against his chest.

"I know it's silly…I…but" Feliciano began to try to explain, his tears growing fiercer. Ludwig silenced him with his mouth.

"I assure you that everything about today was real. Here". The German pinched the Italian, fiercely. He cried out, but the room remained as it was. Feliciano laughed at the silly gesture. Ludwig laughed too.

Ludwig thought of the box in the drawer and suggested that Feliciano go clean up in the bath, so that they might drink on the balcony. The Italian hurried happily away. Ludwig figured the wine would ease the Italian's nerves and it was the most romantic spot in the apartment. He hoped that would be good enough for Feliciano, perhaps he should have asked the others.


So, that's my second time writing a whole sex scene ever. I obsessed over it! What do you think? I'd love to know!

In the next chapter Feli opens the box! Prepare yourself for so many a fluff. That's the last official chapter, as it's the end of the song. But I'm planning a wedding chapter too! and a USUK ending. Plus, I think one last flashback chapter. Idk what order to put those in yet.

Thanks a whole lot for reading!

P.S. Have you ever edited a gay love scene while your super homophobic little brother draws Pokemon fan art in the floor? Of course, he didn't know about it. But that just makes it feel more mischievous. I consider this my passive-aggressive vengeance for refusing to listen to his stupid "adam and steve" speech in the living room. Like everyone hasn't already heard that load of crap? sigh. I mean, it's just one of those things that pisses me off before anyone has even started speaking. It's hard to live with people who want to be so narrow minded. But they do love me, so I'll just stay away from him for a while and get over it. I'm straight, btw. I just can't stand narrow minds.

Oh and another reminder, if you enjoy this story, please check out my other GerIta fic. It's a "Germany is Holy Rome" head cannon fic. I really am sold on him being Holy Rome.