Last chapter. What can I say? It's been fun, and I want to thank you for all the comments and follows. This has been a great piece to work on and I'll miss it, but it's time to end it before it drags on for too long. Honestly, for something that wasn't supposed to be this long I think it went really well. But I'll shut up. Without further ado, chapter 21.

The Hamptons was beautiful and sunny. Normally, the New York state was hot and muggy with humidity, but there was a breeze billowing from off of the moving waves of the ocean. The house was nice and secluded. There were other houses, of course, but they were spaced out and hidden by large shrubs, bushes, and trees.

Salt water sprayed Feliciano where he was kneeling, digging up sand crabs. Ludwig was sitting in his chair, not too far from the water. He enjoyed the feeling of the ocean too. There weren't many in Germany, so it was nice to feel it when he could. He peered up from his book and looked at Italy playfully digging in the sand.

"Germany! I found one!" He called out, holding it up in the air. Germany nodded, returning to his reading. Italy giggled as it pushed it's way into his palm, tickling him. "I guess you want to go back to your friends." Italy placed the crab back in the hole he dug, watching it sink into the soft, wet, soil. He moved his arm across his brow, gathering beads of sweat.

Italy stood up and automatically bolted towards the ocean, splashing around awkwardly as he treaded deeper. He screeched loudly when the water hit his lower back.

Germany looked up the instant he heard the boy cry out.

"It's really cold!" Germany chuckled, watching Italy dip completely in the water. When he popped back out he was covered in gleaming ocean water. He ran his fingers through his unruly hair. "But it feels really nice!"

Germany got up, feeling a bit hot and ready to cool down. He walked into the water. It was cold, he wasn't going to lie. But it was relieving.

"Isn't it nice, Germany?" He asked, laying back against the waves.

"Ja." Italy sat up, crouching up and leaping on his tall and muscular boyfriend. He wrapped his legs around his waist, throwing his arms around his neck. Germany stumbled back slightly, digging his heel into the ocean floor for balance. He hooked his arms under Italy's thighs, holding him up.

Germany peered at Italy with a smile graced on his face. He felt lucky, truly blessed to have him in his life once more. And this time was better, seeing him smiled and look at him in the same way.

He truly marveled Feliciano's beauty: his lightly tanned, olive skin, his golden brown eyes, the messy hair that always fell beautifully in his face, and his smile that was always plastered on his face.

The words were on his lips, he was ready to say them, but then Italy was kissing him. He took the words away, tightening his grip around his neck to bring him closer to his own lips. He pulled away,

"I love you, Ludwig." Germany pushed the hair out of his face too look into those beautiful eyes.

"I love you too, Feliciano." They continued to kiss, Ludwig stumbling out of the water and back onto the beach. He pulled away from him, looking ahead so that he could bring them into the house. Feliciano continued to kiss his neck, occasionally nipping and sucking, leaving marks.

Ludwig practically sprinted towards the house, ready to make love to his lusty little Italian. When he got to the door, Feliciano stopped him.

"Our bathing suits with track water everywhere." Feliciano said breathlessly. Ludwig nodded frantically.

"I agree." They stripped of their trunks haistilly. They left them on the porch, laid out to dry in the sun. Ludwig quickly picked up Feliciano, making his way upstairs. It may have been a difficult task to most, but Ludwig had experience carrying a squirming Italian in his arms through complicated obstacles. This time was just slightly harder because his lips were working too.

They made their way to the guest bedroom, falling onto the bed. Feliciano rolled on top of him, rubbing their erections together. He grinded down while Ludwig pushed up, leaning back over to capture those precious lips.

Their tongues touched, moving along one another as they kissed. The sound of their heavy breathing and muffled moans filled the room. Feliciano reached in the nightstand where they stashed their lube earlier. Feliciano broke away, looking a Ludwig meekly.

"C-can we . . . try something different?" Although he didn't specify, Ludwig had an idea of what he meant. He cupped Feliciano's cheek in one hand, bringing his lips to his once more.

"We can try whatever you want."

"O-okay." He looked down, uncapping the bottle and squirting the substance on his fingers. He coated them thoroughly. When he was finished he tossed the bottle to the side, settling in between Ludwig's parted legs.

Feliciano was anxious. He'd seen this done in some videos, but he also didn't really know what to do. He grabbed Ludwig's cock in one hand, pushing a lubed up finger into his entrance. He worked both hands diligently, hoping he was doing alright. Pushing and wiggling the finger for a while now, Ludwig looked down at him,

"You can add another finger." Feliciano nodded and tried to think back to when Ludwig did this for him. He added another finger in with the first, listening to the way Ludwig's breathing slightly quickened.

There was a stinging feeling along with this finger. It made Ludwig excited. He did enjoy a little pain with sex, not that he was ready to try some of his kinks on the poor boy.. And he was one who could handle it well. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad.

Feliciano added a third now. He worked and pushed the fingers in and out until some of the tension was gone. But Ludwig was still so tight. He wondered if it would fit, or if it felt similar when he was bottoming.

He curled his fingers, brushing Ludwig's prostate. The German moaned long and loud through his closed lips. Feliciano smiled.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Ludwig nodded. He withdrew his fingers, letting go of his erection as well. Feliciano grabbed the lube from it's tangled place in the sheets, pouring some on his own member.

"I'm going to push in now." He said as he lined up his penis to Ludwig's entrance. The blonde nodded, gripping the sheets and readying himself.

Suddenly Feliciano was pushing in. And it felt very different from his fingers, different from what he thought it would feel like. It wasn't exactly unpleasant, but it still hurt a bit. But at the same time it was slightly arousing.

He gripped Feliciano's hips, forcing him into himself only slightly faster than he was already going. He hissed, biting his bottom lip.

"Wait, Ludwig!" Feliciano started, but was already fully sheathed inside of his lover. Ludwig wasn't paying attention to it anyway. He was too focused on the feeling of being full by Feliciano's hot erection which beat with blood inside of him. It felt weird, to be connected this way, and yet pleasurable.

Feliciano had a hard time restraining himself. Ludwig was tight, and the pressure around his erection was nothing like he'd ever felt before. He thought he could come if he moved in just a few thrusts.

He dropped his head, clutching onto Ludwig's thighs.

"Tell me . . . when you're ready."

"I'm ready." He answered almost immediately. Hesitantly, Feliciano drew back slowly and slid back in.

It was painful, Ludwig agreed. But he knew it would be. Hell, he even enjoyed it a bit! But at the same time he marveled in how Feliciano must have taken it. He knew that he didn't tolerate pain on almost any level, so going through this must have been hard for him.

In the spanse of his thinking, Feliciano's penis grazed along Ludwig's prostate. He let out a moan, tilting his head back. Feliciano dipped his head, kissing Ludwig's adam's apple and trailing up to his lips.

Feliciano thrust harder and fast, building up the pace nearly with every thrust. He wrapped his lightly lubed hand around the base of Ludwig's cock, pumping in times with his thrusts. It was unbelievable, the tight, hot pressure around his swollen, cock felt undeniably unreal.

He leaned back to look at Ludwig. Feliciano also loved the way Ludwig looked right now. His hair in his face, his eyes closed, brows furrowed together, and biting his bottom lip.

The blonde was a moaning, needy mess.

"Feli . . . I'm gonna . . ." He began, but he was already coming. His chest rose high and his back arched as he came in Feliciano's hand.

Feliciano wasn't far behind. He thrust frantically, but in a rhythm. It all faltered when he spilled his seed inside of his muscular lover. Ludwig sighed as he felt the warm essence of Feliciano fill him.

They both sat there, panting, sweating, and still a bit sticky from the salt of the ocean. They were a mess, but at the same time they couldn't care less. Feliciano pulled out, flopping down besides him.

Once they climbed down from their highs and their breathing was at a normal pace, Germany looked over at Italy. His eyes glossed over his body, looking at everything that bore before him.

He grabbed Feliciano's hand.

Suddenly, taking it slow seemed pointless. He'd been with Feliciano for years. And he'd seen a world without him.

Ludwig couldn't imagine his life without Feliciano. When they first met he thought of the man as a burden. He was dependable, loud, obnoxious, and utterly clueless. But then he fell in love, and he saw what his life was like without Feliciano in it. He didn't want that. He wanted Feliciano to be his forever. And he wanted to be Feliciano's.

"Marry me?" Ludwig mumbled. Feliciano looked over at him. He looked deep into Ludwig's eyes, examining him. Then Feliciano's hand tightened around Ludwig's and he smiled.

"Okay."

~THE END~