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WARNING: Swearing, very light smut!

Chapter Twenty One

Kisses make everything better

July 8th, 2010, Berlin, Germany.

Germany had been trying to relax but since he had no idea where Dashuri was, where he planned on going or where Italy might be directing him to go he could do nothing of the sort. And his brother, Prussia, had been little help. 'Actually he hadn't been any help at all . . .' Germany thought as he got up. It was four o'clock and still not a word from Dashuri or Italy, Germany was beginning to worry. Germany jumped as he heard the sound of a car pulling into his driveway, he thought of running to the door but he stayed seated. Italy jumped out of the driver's door, ran to Germany's door and slammed it open running inside.

"Germany! Germany, come quick!" Italy cried as loud as he could as he search for the German. Germany ran to Italy's frantic voice confused and concerned.

"What is Italy, what's wrong?" Germany said grabbing Italy keeping him from running like a chicken with its head cut off.

"It's Dashuri . . . he's really really sick . . . I didn't know what to do so I drove him back here as fast as I could but I'm really scared. " Italy said now crying, Germany quickly ran outside not sure what to expect. When Germany opened the back door of the car he saw that Dashuri was lying in the back seat, he was shaking and his face was flushed.

"Dashuri? Can you get up?" Germany asked as he felt his forehead, which was burning with a fever. 'He was fine this morning, what got him so sick?'Germany asked himself, he would have to question Italy and Dashuri once they got him inside. Dashuri only groaned as he cracked open an eye to look at Germany. "Okay, well, try to move over here so I can carry you inside," Dashuri moved himself closer to the door and slowly pushed himself upright which did nothing to help his rolling stomach.

"Deutsch I-" Before Dashuri could finish his sentence he was already leaning out of the car throwing up on Germany's shoes. Germany sighed not sure if he was mad or not, quickly and gently picking Dashuri up out of the car Germany stood up and walked away from the mess he had made. Taking his shoes off before he got anywhere near the house he walked back in carrying the sick Dashuri in his socks. He brought Dashuri into the bathroom.

"Do you feel like you're going to throw up again?" Germany asked he only received a nod so he set Dashuri down sitting on the toilet. In a matter of seconds Dashuri was kneeling in front of the toilet, the seat up, as he continued to throw up whatever was in his stomach. As it died down to Dashuri just dry-heaving Germany sat down behind him. Dashuri wiped his face with toilet paper, threw it in the toilet and flushed it all. Dashuri closed the toilet seat and rested his face on it. "So, you going to tell what happened?" Germany asked looking at Dashuri who only groaned again. Germany put his arms around Dashuri, moved him so he was sitting in between his legs and slowly rubbed his back; Dashuri laid his head on Germany's shoulder.

"I drank some coffee and had a few pastries when I took Italy out for breakfast. . . I did not think I would get that sick . . . and I'm sorry about your shoes." Dashuri said quietly as he leaned more on Germany. Germany looked down at him but Dashuri couldn't look him in the eyes. Dashuri had been so mad at him earlier but all he had done was cause trouble.

"So, you weren't kidding when you said you got sick from eating food, how did you manage to eat those eggs?" Germany asked feeling a bit bad for making him eat something that made him so sick.

"I did it for you . . . and no I was not, though I have never gotten quite this sick before." Dashuri sighed he was starting to feel sick again and on top of that he was getting a headache. "Don't worry about making eat those eggs . . . if I had not wanted to I would not have in the first place." Dashuri added as moved back to the toilet just in case.

"Are you feeling sick again?" Germany asked as he continued to rub Dashuri back, he hoped he made him feel just a little better.

"Uh-hu . . ." Dashuri mumbled as lifted the toilet seat and puked again. 'Verdammt, I know I did not eat that much . . .' he was beginning to notice it now not just the food he had eaten but also the blood from that morning. After cleaning his face once again he took out his phone from his pocket and slid it to Germany. "Call Gottfried . . . I'm out of blood . . . and I'm throwing up my breakfast." He panted. Germany nodded as he picked up the phone and started going through the contacts until he found Gottfried. Germany stood up and stepped out of the bathroom as he called.

"Hallo?" Gottfried answered after the third ring. Germany cleared his throat.

"Hallo, Gottfried it's Germany, I'm calling for Dashuri . . . who is puking his guts up . . . he asked me to tell you he's out of" Germany paused feeling a bit awkward having this conversation with Dashuri father, "blood and he's pretty sick." Germany was not sure what Dashuri thought Gottfried would do or what he could do in this situation.

"I see . . . well, it's almost five, I might be able to be there in an hour or so but I can't really do anything until dark and anyway I do not see what's wrong with your blood but I will be there will a new supply when I can." Germany was not sure what to say to his comment he had never even thought about offering Dashuri his blood. "Depending on how much human food he ate he should only be puking for a little while, once his stomach is empty he should be done. Make sure he lies down and stays wrapped up in a blanket and I will be there when I can." Germany agreed and gave him his address and hung up. He walked back to the bathroom to see that Dashuri had not moved from his place (surprise surprise); Germany looked and it seemed he had puked again.

"Well, he'll be here when he can but he can't do anything until its dark . . ." Dashuri only nodded. Germany placed a hand on his forehead, it was still hot. "Well, do you think you're going puke again or are you empty?" Germany asked Dashuri sat for a moment (what is he, Germany, a car?).

"I'm pretty sure there is nothing left in my stomach . . ." Dashuri said as he rubbed his aching stomach. Germany nodded as he bent down and scooped Dashuri in his arms and carried him out of the bathroom. Dashuri held on to Germany shirt tightly as rested his head on his shoulder. "Where are you carrying me off to now?" he asked.

"The bedroom, you need to lie down, stay warm, and wait for Gottfried to get here . . . I'm not sure what else I can do to help make you feel better(lie)." Germany said as he walked up the steps to his room. Germany mulled over what Gottfried had said, he could give Dashuri his blood, and it would make him feel better. It was then he was beginning to wonder if it was him or if Dashuri was getting lighter. 'I mean I know he just threw up but he should not be able to lose weight just by throwing up a couple of times . . .'Germany thought about bit worried. "Have you been . . . er eating enough?" Germany asked as he pushed open his door and walked in.

"Hm, yea, of course I have . . ." Dashuri said sleepily. Germany set him down on the bed and wrapped the blanket around him. He closed the door and then laid down on the bed next to Dashuri pulling the smaller man into his arms.

"Right, and that's why every time I pick you up are lighter than the last time." Germany said looking at him. Dashuri looked up at Germany and then at the room. 'This is not the room I was in last night . . . oh, it's Deutsch's room' Dashuri smiled a bit. Germany raised an eyebrow, "What are you smiling about, you're sick?" Dashuri chuckled but soon start coughing.

"I'm in your bed, cuddling with you . . . that's enough of a reason to be smiling." Dashuri said as he snuggled closer to Germany. Germany sighed and nodded. "And I guess you're right . . . I should be eating more." Dashuri mumbled into Germany's chest.

"Then why aren't you?" Germany asked as he rest his check on Dashuri head as he held him closer. Germany was worried about him, if he continued like this there would be nothing left of him.

"Because I feel . . . it feels like your disgusted by it . . . I feel disgusting for having to live that way." Dashuri said very quietly. Germany laid there unsure what to say, did it bother him that Dashuri had to live off blood, yes. Did it bother him that Dashuri would always need blood, yes. Did it bother him that Dashuri could only consume blood, yes. But he thought no less of him nor did it really change the way he felt about him. "Does it disgust you?" Dashuri asked as he looked up at Germany.

"Does it disgust you that I have to eat food?" Germany asked looking into Dashuri's eyes. He wished he could read his mind or at least see what he was thinking about.

"No, of course not, you have to live." Dashuri said as he rested his head on Germany's chest, listening to his heart beat.

"Well, there's your answer." Germany said tightening his hold around the other man. "You know, Gottfried had an idea when I was on the phone with him." Dashuri just grunted in response so Germany continued. "And I must agree with him, I mean since I am your mate why can't you . . . feed from me? You said so yourself that other couples do so." Germany said but Dashuri did not look up at him. Dashuri thought about Germany's (Gottfried's) idea. 'They both have a point I could feed from him, it's completely normal like he said . . .' Dashuri looked up at Germany.

"Do you know what you're saying? Are you one hundred percent sure you want me to bite and drink blood from you, directly?" Dashuri did not sugar coat it, he could not. He did not want to start something only to have to back down because Germany was not ready. And in all honesty Dashuri was not sure he could stop.

"You're practically starving, you would do the same for me," Germany said as Dashuri looked at him. Dashuri could find no trance of hesitance in Germany's face, a bit of fear but he was willing and sure that this was what Germany wanted. Dashuri nodded.

"Okay, fine you win . . . it may hurt a bit but from what I have heard from other's it apparently feels quite good . . . um, where would you like me to bite?" Dashuri asked feeling slightly embarrassed at asking. Germany nodded, he had not really thought about where should bite him.

"Where would you normally bite?" Germany asked, over all the situation was getting more and more awkward. But Germany wanted to do this for him.

"Well, most couples drink from the neck or the chest, while close friends drink from the wrist . . . it all depends if you want it to be seen or not since it will leave a mark." Dashuri said he was feeling a bit excited Germany was going to be the first person he ever drank from directly.

"It will?" Germany had not known it would leave a mark but he had already told Dashuri he could drink from him and he was not going to take back his words. "Um, just pick ich Sie nichts sorge (I don't care)." Germany said. Dashuri nodded as he moved closer to Germany slowly unbuttoning his shirt. 'Hm . . . I would love to leave my mark on his neck but I am sure his brother would freak.' Dashuri stared down at Germany's bare chest and gently placed one of his hands on his over his beating heart. Heat seemed to be radiating from his body. He leaned down and placed a light kiss on Germany's chest right above his left nipple. Dashuri licked his lips as he place another kiss on the German's skin. Germany had never felt so turned on by such a simple kiss. He pulled Dashuri's body close to his needed to feel him next to him.

"Deutschland . . ." Dashuri whispered as he sucked on Germany's chest his voice husky and deep. Germany closed his eyes as Dashuri said his name. Dashuri lengthened his fangs and lightly scrapped the skin before he bit into Germany's flesh. Germany sucked in a breath as he felt Dashuri sink his now sharp and longer teeth into his chest. 'Gott, he was right . . . it feels so good'Germany purred as he felt Dashuri began sucking, drawing his blood into his mouth.

Dashuri was on a high, in his mate's arm, taking what was his, and it was then Germany's moans reached his ears and it only fueled Dashuri. Dashuri hands slowly undid the rest of Germany's shirt as the roamed down his chest, down his flat muscular abs. Dashuri closed his eyes as he sucked harder, it was better than the last time Dashuri had drank his blood. Hot, thick, and full of spice it was better than water in a desert. Dashuri licked over his bite mark closing the small wound in moments not wanting to take too much, he looked down at it and true to his word a dark red mark was there. Although it looked much like a hickie Dashuri knew it would never fade away, he had marked Germany as his. Dashuri looked up at Germany, whose face was flushed. Germany leaned his face down to Dashuri and caught his lips in a deep kiss. Germany licked his lips, Dashuri slowly opened his mouth for him and Germany slipped his tongue into Dashuri warm mouth. Dashuri wrapped his arms Germany's neck pulling himself closer and Germany hands slid from his back to his chest as he slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. Soon Germany was throwing Dashuri shirt, as well as his own, on the floor. Germany broke the kiss to look Dashuri over; again he was quite small, more so than before, Germany could see a few of Dashuri ribs but already he looked better (not sick) and his fever had broken.

"Do . . . do you feel better?" Germany said resting his forehead against Dashuri who smiled.

"Yes, I am, Deutsch . . . danke dich (thank you)," Dashuri said smiling as he kissed both of Germany's cheeks and then gave him a small kiss on the lips. Dashuri was beginning to lose himself in Germany's eyes, 'not even the sky is that blue . . . they're beautiful' he thought as he peered into them.

"Selbstverständlich (of course)," Germany bent his head to Dashuri neck and bit him. Dashuri shocked at Germany's action and was soon was moaning. Germany smiled as he kissed down Dashuri neck leaving small love bites. He bit Dashuri in a similar spot on his chest but soon moved from there to suck on his nipple causing Dashuri hands to move into his hair.

"Deutsch!" Dashuri moaned as Germany sucked harder. Dashuri arched his back as Germany sucked; his fingers ran through Germany's well kept blonde hair causing it fall from place. Germany stopped sucking and slowly kissed his way back up to Dashuri's lips. Germany wrapped his arms around Dashuri, slowly rolled over bringing Dashuri to straddling on top of him. Dashuri looked down at Germany, his face was flushed, his heart was beating fast, and Dashuri could feel his erection as he sat on top of him. Dashuri leaned down capturing his mouth with his as he removed his hands from his hair and gently caressed Germany's chest and abs.

"You know, I don't think you have feed enough," Germany whispered in Dashuri's ear when the kiss broke. Dashuri smiled and nodded as Germany placed his hands on Dashuri's hips holding him in place.

"Really, you think so . . ." Dashuri said as he kissed Germany jaw bone and then his neck. Germany only nodded. Dashuri bit into Germany's soft neck causing him to moan and arch in back. Dashuri sucked gently this time, savoring his taste; Dashuri closed his eyes as he drank. Germany slowly rubbed Dashuri against his erection needing to feel the hot friction. Germany had never felt so aroused in his life, never had he felt so hot or that his clothes were too thick and heavy. Germany trailed one of his hands from Dashuri hip to the curve of his back, up his spine, then to the base of his head holding him to his neck.

"Dashuri . . ." Germany moaned as he threaded his fingers into Dashuri's long hair. One of Dashuri's hands slowly made its way to the top of Germany's pants, it did not take long until they were unbuttoned and Dashuri was unzipping them. Germany gasped as he felt Dashuri's hand wiggle under his pants and boxers to wrap his fingers around Germany's dick. Germany moaned deep from his throat as Dashuri slowly moved his hand up and down on Germany's dick. Germany soon was moaning and panting as Dashuri sucked and moved his hand faster and harder. "D-Dashuri! I I-Ich bin-" Germany didn't finish his sentence as the door busted open. Germany sat up, Dashuri stopped what he was doing and turned from Germany's neck to look at a rather angry Prussia, who was standing in the door way.

"Was das fickt are you two doing?(what the fuck)" Prussia said as he looked at his brother and then at the man who was straddling his brother. Germany's face instantly turned red as he looked away from his brother's red eyes, Dashuri just looked at Prussia. "First of all, you" Prussia said pointing at Dashuri, "are suppose to be sick, not not doing whatever your doing to mein kleinen bruder!(my little brother)" Prussia took a deep breath. "And second of all, your best friend is down stairs crying his eyes out since he feels bad for getting your boyfriend sick!"Prussia yelled at Germany. Who was beginning to feel bad for leaving Italy down stairs by himself. "Get a shirt on and come down stair to apologize to him!" Prussia said as he slammed the door shut again. Germany sat up and pushed Dashuri away as he button his pants, he was no longer aroused and in fact he felt rather embarrassed and mad at himself.

"He's right . . . I should go down stairs and apologize and make sure he gets home," Germany got off the bed and picked his shirt off the floor. Quickly rebuttoning it and tucking into place he didn't look at Dashuri.

"You're still bleeding . . . would you like me to stop it?" Dashuri asked as he stood up and walked to Germany. He did feel bad for leaving Italy down stairs upset but he knew the happy Italian would understand. When Dashuri tried to touch Germany's neck Germany slapped his hands away.

"No, its fine it will stop on its own." Germany snapped at Dashuri before he walked out of the room without another word. Dashuri stood there unsure what to say, he grabbed his shirt off the floor and walked back to his room, slammed his door shut and locked it.

Well there you have it, SMUT! Next chapter they'll go all the way! Woot woot, sorry I didn't post on Friday I was actually rather busy with my family but I figured better late than never, no? Well leave me a review hate, like, love, or want more? Let me know any ideas of things to throw at Germany and Dashuri or anyone else, please let me know I'm open to any and all, I mean any and all, ideas!