Title: Love's Aftermath
Pairings: Italy/Germany, Spain/Romano, Spain/Italy, France/Canada, England/America, Japan/Greece, Prussia/Hungary, Austria/Switzerland
Italy's pregnant, Germany's gone missing and Romano just won't quit, have these kids STILL not got their act together?
Chapter 10 - Bound Together
Canada smiled lovingly, gently rocking his sweet little daughter in his arms that evening, carefully carrying her upstairs to the nursery to get her ready for bed. He placed her down on the changing table and took out some pyjamas, carefully undressed her and put her into the dark brown fluffy footie pyjamas, complete with beaver ears attached to the hood and a beaver tail on the back. The Canadian had died when he saw them in the shop, he had to get them for her, they even had a maple leaf sewn on the front. Quebec yawned softly, reaching up a tiny hand to rub at her tired blue eyes, Canada smiled, carefully carrying her to her cradle, wrapping her up in the blankets.
"She asleep?" France asked softly, coming up behind him.
"Almost." Canada answered quietly, winding the maple leaf mobile that hug above the cradle, it began to slowly spin round and round, playing a soft French lullaby.
France slipped his arms around Canada's waist from behind, "Dodo, l'enfant do, l'enfant dormira bien vite, dodo, l'enfant do, l'enfant dormira bientôt..." he sang softly along to the soft tune, gently rocking Canada from behind.
Canada smiled sweetly, resting back against France's shoulder, "I love the sound of your voice..."
France smirked, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "Merci mon cher..." he gently let go of him so he could lean down to softly kiss Quebec's forehead just as her eyes were starting to close, France smiled softly, gazing down at her, gently tucking her in before standing back up.
Canada smiled, slipping his hand into France's, "She's so beautiful..."
"Just like her mother..." France said with a smirk, pulling him close.
Canada blushed slightly, "H-Hey I've told you not to call me that."
"But mon cher you're such a caring mother." France said, laughing slightly, squeezing his hand.
Canada blushed deeper, "Shush...we're both her fathers."
France nodded, kissing him gently, "Oui...Canada?"
"Yes?"
"Will you come and meet me on ze balcony in a couple of minutes? I 'ave something for you." France said softly, a slight note of anxiety in his voice.
Canada looked at him curiously, "Sure France, I'll just finished in here then I'll come meet you." France nodded and left silently, leaving Canada wondering what he had planned. 'Strange...it's not a special occasion is it?' Canada went to put away Quebec's clothes and turn out the light, deciding that it must just be a random act of romance from the Frenchman. He softly shut the door behind him as he left and wandered over to the balcony through his and France's bedroom, France was already there, gazing out at the beautiful city of Paris as the sun set, stood next to a champagne cooler which held a very large, expensive bottle of champagne.
Canada smiled in surprise as he stepped outside, "What's this for France?"
France smirked slightly, holding out his arms, "I thought tonight should be special mon cher."
Canada went to his boyfriend, cuddling up in his embrace, "What's so special about tonight?"
"Shhh..." France placed a finger to his lips, "In good time mon petit ange." he smiled, handing Canada a champagne glass as he went to uncork the bottle.
Canada took the glass, looking slightly befuddled as France filled it up with the sparkling champagne before doing the same with his own glass. The Canadian took a sip, smiling slightly, cuddling up in France's arms, "You're so sweet France..." he said softly as he gazed out at the beautiful orange and pink sunset that stained the sky, "...how do you keep thinking of such romantic things?"
France smirked, sipping his own drink, holding his boyfriend close, "You inspire me..." he murmured softly, his heart hammering nervously in his chest.
Canada blushed slightly, leaning back against France, taking another sip of champagne, "...I don't know what to say to that." he muttered shyly.
France gave a slight nervous laugh, holding Canada closer to try and calm himself, he bit his lip, he needed to get his voice under control, "O-Oh Canada...did I tell you Italy called today?"
"He did? Oh God...did he find Germany?"
"Oui, and I'm so 'appy to say zey are back together." France said, his voice wavering slightly as nerves were getting the better with him.
Canada was too pleased to notice, "Really? Oh yay! Oh France that's so wonderful I'm so pleased for them! Aww bless..." he smiled, nuzzling into France, looking slightly confused as he appeared to be shaking ever so slightly, "Are you okay honey?"
"Oui I just...I need to ask you something..." France gently let go of Canada and immediately felt a loss, like letting go of a life line, he was no longer able to breathe. "It'z...it'z something I've been wanting to ask for a while now..." with a shaking hand he took Canada's glass from him and placed them both on the balcony railing before turning back to him. France took a deep breath, taking hold of his boyfriend's hand, "Canada...ze first day I met you, nearly three years ago, I knew you were ze one for me...how beautiful iz life when shared with someone special, ze weeks float by like moments...and our love grows ever stronger..." France lifted Canada's hand, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it. "I 'ave always believed in love, yet cupid 'ad never struck me with itz piercing arrow, so I never knew 'ow strong it could be, I never believed love could be so sweet so overwhelming, so tender...zen I met you..." France brought Canada's hand up to his cheek, covering it with his own, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze as he gazed lovingly at the man he loved. "Ze love we share 'as brought meaning to my life, I want to spend every day by your side, finding new ways to make you feel my eternal love for you...a love that will be with me forever."
Canada bit his lip, tears forming in his eyes, "France that was..." he stopped, brows furrowing slightly, realising something, "...that sounds really familiar..."
France nodded, "Oui, I said it to you ze first day we were together...as true zat day as it still iz today." he leant towards him, softly kissing his lips, "...if you can tell me now zat zose feelings are mutual, I shall continue with what I wanted to ask." France asked, purely for romance purposes, but couldn't help feeling slightly anxious that Canada might reject him.
Canada smiled, cheeks going slightly red, "France of course I do...what did you want to ask me?"
France smiled, starting to shake again as he reached into his back pocket, "Canada...I couldn't imagine my life without you, you've brought me so much joy and 'appiness...and you've given me a beautiful daughter...you've brought meaning to my life and I couldn't ask for anything better...I know we're already bound with our love 'owever..." he slowly got down on one knee, slipping something out of his pocket, into his shaking hand, "...I want to make it official, I love you so much Canada..." he opened his hand and held up a gold ring, embedded with a red, maple leaf shaped diamond, "Will you marry me?"
Canada stared at him, mouth hanging open, tears cascading down his face as he took in France's words, "O-Oh God..." he whispered, hands covering his mouth. France bit his lip, his heart had stopped beating as he waited for an answer, slowly Canada lowered his hands, a big grin on his face, "I've been waiting so long for you to ask me! Yes!"
It took a moment for France to realise he'd got the answer he wanted before he leapt to his feet, grabbed Canada around the waist, lifted him and swung him round, "Oh oui! Thank ze lord!" he laughed, gently placing him down, "Canada...you've just made my life..." he grinned, pressing a tender kiss to Canada's lips as he gently pushed the ring onto his finger.
Canada was still beaming as he gently removed his glasses to wipe his eyes, "You've made mine! France...you have no idea how happy this makes me." he whispered, gazing down at his stunning ring.
France smirked slightly, picking up the champagne glasses, handing Canada his back, "To us." he whispered softly, gently clinking the glasses together.
Canada smiled, taking a quick sip before whipping out his phone, "I've got to tell my brother." he rang America's number, whilst waiting for him to pick up he put him on speaker phone so France could hear.
"Hey bro, not like you to call while I'm at school, what's up?" came America's voice after a few moments.
"We've got some news, is England there?"
"Yeah he's being a right bore." America grinned, taking the book out of England's hand, Canada could hear the Brit protesting in the background.
"Put me on speaker, I have something to tell you both." Canada said, not able to hide the excitement in his voice.
"Shut up dude! He wants to tell us something." America fumbled with the phone for a moment, "Okay you're on, what is it?"
Canada beamed, glancing across at France, "Me and France...are getting married!"
"Oh my God!" it was England's voice that sounded first, "Oh wow that's wonderful, I'm so happy for you both."
"Yeah that's really great bro, 'bout time France."
Canada smiled, kissing him gently, "I've got a ring and everything! I'm so happy..."
"Well we're happy for you, now you guys have a proper little family going on." America said, smiling to himself, genuinely pleased for his brother.
"Well...you too right? I mean...have you got England pregnant yet?" Canada asked, lacing his hand with France's.
"No..." America's sad reply came, "It just wouldn't work, not even on me either."
"Did you use ze tips I gave you?"
"What tips?" Canada asked curiously.
France smirked, "Nothing mon chéri."
"Yeah they didn't work, but it doesn't matter we're getting a kid anyway." America said happily.
"Really? How?"
"We're adopting! Isn't that cool? I mean it won't look like us or anything but it's the next best thing!" America grinned, jumping onto the bed beside England.
"Really? Aww that's sweet you guys..." Canada giggled slightly as France was trying to tug him towards the bedroom, "Okay America I gotta go, I'll see you soon."
"See you bro, and congrats again!"
Canada smiled, hanging up just as France was tugging him inside by the edge of his shirt, "You never get tired of this do you?" he muttered, shaking his head fondly.
"No...do you?" France asked, ridding the smaller teen of his shirt.
Canada smirked, threading his fingers into France's long hair, "No, never my love."
~0~
"Yay home!" Italy grinned, bounding out of the car once Germany pulled up safely into Italy's drive after their wonderful weekend together in Venice.
Germany smirked slightly, following him out, "Hey calm down...don't strain yourself."
Italy smiled sweetly, "Sorry..." he let himself into the house, making his way into the kitchen, happily murmuring pasta to himself.
Germany shook his head, chuckling slightly as he followed him in, "By the way..." he said as he closed the door, "...did Spain respond to your message?"
"Yep! He was unsure but he said he'd come over." Italy called from the kitchen as he began to heat a pan of water.
Germany nodded, settling himself down on the sofa, sighing softly, he really had been a jerk to Spain. Aside from glaring at him every chance he got he almost killed the man when he found out about the affair! It was out of order...so when Italy asked him to forgive Spain he knew it was the right thing to do. The Italian had messaged the Spaniard asking him to come over once they were home from Venice so that they could talk to him, Germany could understand Spain's reluctance to do so, poor boy probably thought they planned to murder him.
By the time Italy was finished making his pasta, eating it happily on the sofa in Germany's arms, the doorbell chimed. Italy shot up to answer it, grinning when he saw Spain, "Spain! You came! I'm so happy you're here!" he grinned, throwing his arms around his glum looking friend.
"Hola..." Spain said cautiously, hurriedly letting go of Italy when he saw the German watching them from the living room.
Italy dragged the Spaniard into the living room where the German stood, looking quite awkwardly at him. Spain smiled nervously, taking a step back. The Italian pulled him forward again, "It's okay Spain! Germany has something to say to you."
Spain winced, hunching over slightly as Germany approached him, he had to resist the urge to cry out when the German placed a hand on his shoulder, "Spain." Germany said softly, getting him to look up, "I want you to know I forgive you."
Spain stared at him, "What?"
"I forgive you for sleeping with Italy, your feelings were hurt as were Italy's...of which I take the blame, however that left me no excuse to physically harm you in the way I did, you yourself were more caring, and protecting to Italy then me, his boyfriend, should have been. I apologise for the way I acted and I would like to put this whole mess behind us."
Spain seemed at a loss for words as the German spoke, gently patting his shoulder until suddenly the Spaniard threw himself forward into Germany's arms, hugging him tightly, "Sì! Sì! Sì! Germany I would like nothing more than that sì! I'm so sorry for everything that's happened and don't you dare think you owe me an apology! I owe you a thousand apologies!" he cried, burying his head in the German's shoulder.
Germany patted his back slightly awkwardly, looking taken a back, "Uhh nein, it's okay, really Spain...I forgive you."
Spain pulled back, dabbing at his eyes, "Gracias...I can't tell you how much this means to me, I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused."
"Stop that Spain! It's all better now!" Italy beamed, hugging them both, "Group hug! All friends again!"
Spain laughed slightly, hugging them both, Germany smirked slightly but hugged anyway, "Sì...I'm so glad, well...except for one thing."
Italy looked at him sadly, "Romano can't stay mad at us forever..."
"I think he could." Spain said softly, sighing.
"Did you talk to him at the academy?" Germany asked.
Spain shook his head, "I've not been there, I went back to Barcelona...how could I possibly go back after what happened?"
"You should! You should go make him forgive you!"
"I don't know how..." Spain muttered sadly.
"We'll think of something Spain." Germany said, gently patting his back.
"No, don't trouble yourselves with it...maybe I should just start getting over it." Spain shrugged, sighing softly, "Well...it was nice to see you two but I better get back before it gets dark...thank you again for agreeing to forget about all this."
"You could always stay the night." Germany suggested.
Spain shook his head, "Thanks for the offer but this place just reminds me of Romano..." Spain smiled sadly, "Adios amigos." he gave them a brief hug before he left.
Germany and Italy stood silently as they listened to Spain pull out of the driveway, "You know...I think Spain may have had it worse than us." Germany muttered softly, Italy nodding in agreement.
~0~
Switzerland suprised himself by how he was always able to find his Austrian in the commodious, lavish mansion which he now lived in. No matter where he was in the vast home, all he had to do was listen out for soft, gentle tune that seemed to always be coming from the music room where Austria sat at his grand piano. He was doing it now, playing expertly whilst Switzerland listened from another room, he smiled slightly, deciding to go and disturb him. Switzerland took the long trek downstairs from the bedroom, through one of the sitting rooms, across a corridor until he came to the music room where he silently pushed open the door. He stood and watched Austria, always fascinated by the way he played the piano with his eyes shut, being able to simply feel the music...not that Switzerland really believed any of that nonsense.
Austria hadn't noticed him, he carried on playing until he felt a hand fall on his shoulder, he looked up, smiling, "Good evening Switzerland."
"Good evening." Switzerland said softly, nudging Austria with his side so he scooted over on his seat so the teen could sit next to him.
"I thought you were going up to bed?" Austria said, starting to play a soft little tune on the piano with one hand.
Switzerland shrugged, "I couldn't sleep." he muttered softly, watching Austria's hand moving delicately across the keys.
"I'm not suprised, trying to sleep in that." Austria said, chuckling slightly at Switzerland's pink frilly pyjamas.
Switzerland didn't laugh, starting to pick at a loose thread on the sleeve, "...Liechtenstein made them for me." he muttered softly.
Austria's smile faltered, "O-Oh...sorry."
"It's okay." Switzerland sighed slightly, pressing a few keys on the piano.
"...are you still in love with her?" Austria asked gently.
"No...I hope she's got over me, or found someone to distract her." he sighed, "...I hope she can find someone else."
Austria patted his shoulder gently, "She's a bright, sweet, attractive young girl, she'll have no trouble finding someone else...you've got nothing to worry about."
"Hmmm..." Switzerland mused softly, still gently pressing keys, playing a little tuneless song.
Austria watched him sadly for a few moments, gently squeezing his shoulder, "...you okay?"
Switzerland nodded slowly, "Yeah...just thinking."
"...about what?"
"That night..." he muttered softly, gazing ahead at the wall as it all came flooding back...
~0~
"W-What?"
"I said I think we should break up..."
Switzerland stared at Liechtenstein, not quite believing what she was saying, "B-But why? What I have I done?" he stared at her, bewildered, he couldn't remember doing anything wrong!
"Switzerland...you haven't done anything, I just...I don't think it's working." she said softly, gently patting his arm.
"But...Liechtenstein, I don't understand...why isn't it working?"
"It just isn't."
"That's not a reason! Liechtenstein tell me why." Switzerland said firmly, glaring at her.
Liechtenstein sighed, "Okay...Switzerland honestly, you're a control freak, you're demanding and you never let me do what I want...I love you Switzerland, but I can't be with you anymore, it's just too much." she looked at him sadly, leaning up to kiss his cheek, "Don't worry, I'm going to share a room with some friends from my homeland from now on, I thought it would be awkward if I stayed here."
Switzerland stared, gaping at her, at a loss for words, "B-But...I wha..."
Liechtenstein grabbed her pink travel case off her bed which she'd already packed earlier that day, "I'm sorry Switzerland, I really am...well...see you around."
Switzerland didn't know what to say, he could feel his heart breaking, he wanted to plead with her, beg her to stay, but all he could manage to utter was, "...bye." before she kissed him on the cheek once more and left. The young teen just stood in his room, he felt like he was dreaming...or was it a nightmare? He couldn't actually feel anything, he was just going numb, his mind started spinning, contemplating mad ideas...and one stuck out above the rest, "...I have to be crazy to even consider this." he whispered softly, however his feet had already begun to move, taking him out of the room, out of the dormitory, down the spiral staircase, across a corridor, up some stairs, down another corridor, through some double doors to a the corridor where all the staff slept.
Over the past few months, he and his music teacher had become really good friends. At first they both thought it would be awkward what with the whole affair and everything (which somehow managed to become a rumour that spread around the school, much to their embarrassment) however it was quite the opposite, it somehow brought them closer together. Switzerland never got in trouble for not doing work or handing in assignments, and Austria pretty much composed all of his music pieces for him, after every lesson Switzerland would hang back and they'd talk in the classroom or go and get a drink together. He'd even become closer to Hungary although he was sure she was slightly uncomfortable with him hanging out with her husband after what happened between them. Out of everyone at the school he considered him to be his greatest friend, which is why despite how crazy it was to go to see him at ten o clock at night, he needed to see him.
Switzerland walked slowly down the corridor, stopping at the door which had Austria and Hungary's name on. By now the numbness he had felt was subsiding, being replaced with a heavy weight in his chest and a prickly sensation in his eyes. He reached up and softly knocked on the door, gritting his teeth as he could feel his bottom lip trembling.
Austria opened the door curiously, looking suprised to see the teen there, "Switzerland? What are you doing here? You should be in your dorm."
"S-Sir..." Switzerland couldn't stop the slight sob that escaped his lips, he threw himself into Austria's arms, clutching at his back as he cried.
Austria stumbled back slightly, looking stunned, "What's happened Switzerland?" he gently tugged the boy into his room, softly shutting the door.
Switzerland sniffed, pulling away, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand, "W-Where's Mrs Hungary?" he asked, glancing around the empty bedroom.
"She's got coursework to mark, she's in the library, never mind that." he gently swept the boy's fringe back from his face, "What's wrong?"
"Liechtenstein dumped me..." Switzerland whispered softly, tears building up again.
Austria looked at him sadly, "You poor thing...come here." he held out his arms, holding the boy close as he once again began to cry, tears shedding down his face.
"I-I just don't understand!" Switzerland cried harder, clutching at the front of Austria's pyjamas, "I didn't do anything wrong!"
"Okay, shhh..." Austria gently let go of him, sitting him down on the edge of the bed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, "...tell me what she said."
"She said I was demanding and controlling and stuff...but if that was true then why did she stay with me for so long?" Switzerland asked, sniffling slightly.
Austria gently rubbed his back, "It's just one of those things..." he said softly, "Women are complex creatures Switzerland, sometimes they just change their minds."
Switzerland sniffed again, wiping at his eyes, "It just hurts...I mean I wasn't prepared for it! It was so randomly out of the blue...she just walked out like she didn't even give a damn..." he grumbled bitterly, leaning into his teacher's chest.
"I'm sure she's taking it just as hard as you are." he looked at the boy sadly, pulling him close, he'd never seen the strong, usually unemotional boy this way.
"I doubt it, she's right, I am controlling...why would anyone want to be with me?"
"Don't say that!" Austria said in shock, looking down at him, he reached up to gently take hold of his face in his hands, "You're a kind, caring, intelligent, interesting young man that anybody would be lucky to have...and want to be with."
Switzerland bit his lip, "...would you?"
"...what?"
"Would you...want to be with me?"
Austria swallowed heavily, looking away, "...treading on this water again are we?"
Switzerland sighed, resting his head back against Austria's chest, listening to the way his steady heart beat quickened in pace, "I'm sorry...I just don't feel very good about myself right now, I just...wanted to know I meant something to someone."
"Switzerland you do, you mean a hell of a lot to me." Austria ran his hand down his back, his other gently clutching the back of his neck, "I mean it, you're...a special kid."
"Don't call me a kid, I'm nearly eighteen." Switzerland lifted his head from his chest, looking up at him, "...but thanks, you mean a lot to me too."
Austria smiled, "Good, you know you're a really lovely guy Switzerland." he gently ran his fingers through the hair at the back of his neck, sending shivers down the young man's spine.
"You don't mean that."
"Of course I do, why would you think that?"
"Because you have a wife...and married men don't say those kinds of things to guys like me..." Switzerland muttered softly, gently playing with the wild strand of hair that stuck out of Austria's head.
"...what do you mean guys like you?" Austria asked, slightly perplexed.
Switzerland sighed, looking at him sadly, "Guys who...are really attracted to you."
"R-Really?" Austria asked, heart pounding nervously.
"Yeah..." Switzerland wasn't concentrating on the conversation anymore, he was gazing at Austria's face, taking in the sight of this beautiful man. Slowly, he leant closer towards him, just testing the boundaries, the Austrian showed no sign of discomfort so he continued, steadily forward until their lips softly brushed together in a kiss.
Something inside them both suddenly clicked. Switzerland threw himself into the music teacher, who caught him easily falling back on the bed as the young man's tongue delved deeply into the Austrian's mouth. The teen's hands found their way to the bottom of his teacher's pyjama shirt, he wasted no time in shoving them up underneath the garment to latch onto his nipples, squeezing and twisting them gently. Austria's deep moan was swallowed by Switzerland's invading tongue as it continued to wrestle with his own, sending trails of saliva down both of their chins.
Switzerland sat up all of sudden, tugging the shirt off Austria's head, tossing it to one side, staying straddled on the older man as he let his hands wander across his chest down to his stomach. Austria bit his lip, arching his back slightly to those soft hand, shaking his head slightly from side to side, "Sw-Switzerland we can't do this again!"
Switzerland stopped moving his hands, instead he drove his crotch into the older mans, letting him know just what he was doing to him, "Please Sir, I want this so badly, I...I need this..." diving lower, he began showering his teachers exposed chest with kisses and soft bites, inflicting soft whimpers from the man.
"B-But we know it's wrong..." Austria begged.
Switzerland stopped just as he reached his teacher's abs, letting his tongue slowly trace a figure of eight around his skin for a few moments, "...do you want me to stop?" he murmured softly, sitting up slightly to look at him.
Austria bit his lip, his arousal and feelings getting the better of his common sense, "...God no." he reached up and fisted a hand into the boy's blond locks, pulling him down into a heated kiss, rolling them over so he was on top, "But at least let me take the lead, I am your teacher after all."
A grin slowly fixed itself to Switzerland's face, "Be my guest Sir."
Austria grinned right back, he pressed their lips back together as his hands continued their exploration of his hair, tugging and pulling at it as their tongues collided and their bodies moved against one another. The Austrian groaned in frustration at how much clothing the boy was wearing, "I'm going to go lock the door..." he muttered softly into his ear, "...and in the time I'm gone you better not be wearing these damn clothes." he growled softly as he tore himself away from the bed, poking his head outside just to make sure no one was around before locking the door.
When he turned back around he found Switzerland had already rid himself of his clothes and was ready for him. Austria swallowed heavily, going completely hard just from the sight of him, his perfect pale skin practically glowing, blond hair now matted from where the Austrian had been tugging at it, and his own hardness flat against his stomach, waiting for him. With shaking hands he rid himself of his pyjama bottoms before crawling back onto the bed into the boy's waiting arms. Switzerland pulled him back down into a kiss, thrusting his hips up slightly to get some friction. Austria groaned softly, taking a firm grasp of the young man's hips he began grinding into him, letting his mouth wander down to the boy's neck, nipping and suckling the soft, pale skin, leaving red marks.
Switzerland gripped the back of Austria's neck, moaning softly as his body was invaded by the older man, who was lifting his thigh up over his shoulder, pressing something against his entrance...
"Ahh!" Switzerland gasped loudly as a digit was slowly pushed into him, gently stretching him out. He bit down hard on his bottom lip at the slight pain as a second one joined it, scissoring him open.
"Shhh..." Austria soothed him as the teen softly whimpered, he pressed a kiss against his jaw as he thrust them in deeper, causing the boy to cry out. When his noises began to sound more pleasurable, the teacher removed his fingers and sat up, repositioning himself, "...are you okay?" he asked softly as he leant down to kiss him.
Switzerland nodded, kissing him back for a few moments, "Yes, please, just-just do it oh God Sir...Sir I think..." he bit his lip, something holding him back. Austria laced their fingers together, pinning his arms above his head as he slowly pushed into the teen, Switzerland cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, "Ahh! I...oh God...Sir I think I love you!" he blurted out just as his teacher pushed all the way in, gently prodding his prostate, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing throughout his body.
Austria paused for a moment to meet his gaze, "Switzerland, I-"
"MOVE DAMNIT!" the teen bellowed, desperately pushing back on his teacher's shoulders to get him to pull out.
Austria chuckled, caught off guard for a second before he slowly pulled out, only to thrust back in against that same spot, making the boy groan deeply, digging his nails into the older man's upper arms. The Austrian leant down, forcing his tongue into the boy's mouth as he continued to thrust into him, setting a steady rhythm, slipping a hand down between them he took hold of Switzerland's erection, pumping it in time to his thrusts.
Switzerland gripped tighter, moaning deeply into Austria's mouth as he hit that same spot over and over, he wound his legs around the Austrian to get him to sink deeper and when he did the teen could see stars, "Nghn...oh God!" clenching his eyes shut, he arched his back as he came with a silent cry, shooting his load onto Austria's hand and chest. Austria let out a deep groan as the boy's walls tightened around him, he pounded him into the bed a few more times before he too came, his warm seed filling Switzerland's body.
Austria collapsed on top of him, panting heavily against his bare shoulder, kissing it softly, "I...I wanted to say..." Austria sat up slowly, gently pulling out of him, "...that I love you too."
Switzerland gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes, "Y-You do?"
"Yes...oh God I really do..." Austria pressed a soft kiss to his lips, "...but this is so wrong."
Switzerland nodded, glancing anxiously at the clock, "What time will Hungary be back?"
"Soon, you should probably go." he sat up, helping the teen to retrieve his clothes.
"Okay...but we need to talk about this." he said softly as he dressed himself.
Austria nodded, "I agree, not tonight...sometime after class." he smirked slightly, holding the door open for him.
Switzerland smiled, "It's a date." he gave his teacher a long, deep kiss right before he left, despite the fact they were in front of an open door, "Goodnight Mr Austria."
"Goodnight Switzerland."
~0~
"...I'm going to bed." Switzerland said softly after another few moment of silence, getting up from the piano, making his way once again through the huge mansion.
Austria sighed, put away his music sheets carefully before following him up the stairs to bed. Switzerland climbed into their large double bed, holding a pillow close to his chest, Austria got changed into his purple silk pyjamas before joining him. The teen looked across at him, "Do you miss your wife?"
Austria looked at him, "...sometimes...do you miss Liechtenstein?"
"Sometimes..." he muttered softly, lying down in the bed.
Austria lay down beside him, looking at him sadly, "...do you regret this?" he asked softly, reaching out a hand under the covers.
Switzerland took the hand of his beloved, leaning close to softly kiss him, "...not even for a second."
"Good...neither do I."
This chapters so weird D: *hides*
Hope you liked it anyway XD
France's Song:
Sleepy time, the young one sleeps,
The child will sleep very soon
Sleepy time, the young one sleeps,
The child will sleep oh, so soon.
Mon petit ange - My little angel