1960s

Mexico was leaning against the bar, waiting for the bartender to pour his drink. He had ordered a tequila and he expected it to be quick.

He glanced down the bar as he waited and caught eyes staring at him. Prussia was looking right at him with a little smirk on his lips that seemed impish and suggestive.

As he noticed Mexico's attention, Prussia walked closer. Each step seemed full of intention.

Mexico took his drink from the bartender and said, "Do you want something from me, Gilbert?"

If this was going to be like one of their usual arguments, then he was going to need this drink. He took a sip of it, while he waited for a response. Prussia leaned across the bar to the bartender and said, "A vodka, chilled."

Then he turned to Mexico and said, "I was just thinking that I've never really appreciated how handsome you are before."

Mexico thought for a moment that he had misheard, because Prussia had never shown him any interest before. But the smirk and the slightly raised eyebrow was undeniably suggestive. He took another sip of his drink and said, "Are you trying to flirt with me?"

Prussia smiled at him in a way that was undeniably charming, "I think that I am succeeding."

He took the glass of clear liquid, seeming like what he had just said was not strange. Mexico took another drink and said, "What does Ivan think of you flirting with me? I thought you two were together."

Prussia said, coolly, "Of course he is. He wanted me to talk to you."
He leaned even closer and said, "So, do you want to join us for a drink?"

Mexico scoffed. He knew that tone well enough. He had heard it many times. He raised one eyebrow and said, "Just a drink?"Prussia ran a finger softly under his chin, and said, "Maybe more than a drink."

He then extended the hand that was not holding his drink invitingly. Mexico wasn't certain what he should say to that offer. He knew that it would be accepting the invitation to whatever was going to happen next. The other man had made his intentions clear enough already.

But, he was intrigued, more intrigued than he should have been. He would be standing here all night if he thought through all the possibilities. In his gut, he already knew how deeply intrigued he was by the Soviet Union, and this was a chance to act on that, even if the invitation came from Prussia.

Something told him that he did not need to worry about the consequences. America was not here, and he could not possibly see.

Mexico took the extended hand, and Prussia led him through the crowd. They finally stopped in front of Russia, who was sitting in a booth on the other side of the room.

Prussia let go of Mexico's hand, and then stepped forward and handed the drink to Russia. Mexico could feel those cool violet eyes move from Prussia to rake over him. If he had any doubt about the intentions before, he certainly did not after that look.

A shiver ran down his back. Russia was so handsome; he had always thought so. But, the feeling of being appraised like this made him feel flushed and excited.

Russia spoke to him with a suggestive half smile, "Sit with me."

He patted the place next to him on the booth. Mexico sat and then fixed his gaze on Russia and said, "Gilbert said this was just a drink."

He wanted to test how brazen Russia would dare to be. He wanted to hear Russia state his intentions plainly. Russia chuckled and then said, "How coy of him. I will be more honest."

He reached out and put his hand on Mexico's chin, and firmly drew him closer. His hand was curiously cold, and Mexico could feel goosebumps blooming on his skin. Russia said, his voice smooth, "I want to taste you."

He then pressed his lips to Mexico's. His touch was so firm, but not uncomfortable. Mexico knew that he shouldn't, but he felt himself leaning into it. It felt good to have Russia's lips urge his own open.

The rational part of his mind felt like Russia was testing when he would pull away. But, he didn't feel like objecting. He was almost anticipating the moment when Russia would slip his tongue into his mouth.

Then, he felt another hand gently brush his hair to the side, and then a soft kiss on his neck. He gasped and pulled away from Russia, so that he could turn to see who was behind him.

He met Prussia's eyes. Prussia chuckled at his look of shock and said, "Did you think I was just going to watch?" Mexico said, "You are presuming a lot. What if I don't want you?"

With the hand on Mexico's chin, Russia turned his face back towards him. He said, "That is the deal. Gilbert is my partner, and we share. It's both of us or nothing." Russia ran one thumb over Mexico's cheek, while keeping their eyes fixed on each other. He added, "And it would be a pity if it was nothing."

Mexico responded, "Were you going to ask me first?"

Russia raised one pale eyebrow. He put his free hand on Mexico's hip. He responded, "Do you agree?"

Mexico took a deep breath and tried to decide what to do. He had clashed with Prussia more than once, but this felt right in the moment. He did not want to disentangle himself from Russia's hands, even if it included Prussia.

While he was still contemplating, Prussia nipped his earlobe, and said, "Don't act so shy. Francis says you like two better than one."

Mexico could feel himself flushing angrily. It was true, but he didn't want to be mocked.

Russia said firmly, "Gil, be quiet and let him decide." Something about his voice was sublimely exciting.

Mexico felt Prussia's hand slip onto his other hip. It was enough to make his mind up for now. He said, "I agree."

He leaned forward again, hoping that Russia would kiss him again. Russia said, "You made the right decision, beautiful." Then he pulled him into another kiss, even more deeply now that he had the permission.

Prussia said in his ear, "I wonder if you're as loud in bed as your are everywhere else. Let's find out."

Russia's hand slipped from his hips, and Prussia's other hand took its place. Mexico felt himself pulled back so that he was more firmly on Prussia's lap. Then Russia moved even closer, so that Mexico was pressed between them. He was trapped between them, but he could not get himself to care.

Mexico put his own hands on Russia's face, and held it tenderly. Russia's presence was so quietly in control. Mexico could not see what was happening, but he could feel lips laying soft kisses on his neck, and making him shiver.

There was a hand undoing the buttons of his shirt. He felt overwhelmed by the sensation of one man holding him firmly and pressing his tongue into his mouth, and the other now nibbling gently on the skin of his neck.

Prussia's hands left Mexico's hips only long enough to ease the shirt off his shoulders enough to expose his chest. Mexico could feel his own heart beating quickly, excited by the prospect of being this exposed in front of two men.

Russia broke the kiss to look at him with a cool confident smile. He said, not really speaking to Mexico, "Such a beautiful body. Don't you think, Gil?"

Mexico could feel the warm breath on his neck as Prussia said, "You have good taste, Vanya. But, I still haven't heard him."

Mexico wanted to object to being talked about like he wasn't there. Before he could say anything, Russia ran one hand over his chest, and ended teasing one nipple. Mexico let out a breathy moan. Prussia said, with a smirk, "Very pretty."

Then he turned Mexico's head, and silenced him with a kiss. His kiss was different; it felt hotter. Mexico could feel his body getting hot and reactive.

Russia started kissing down his chest, still using both hands to play with his nipples. Prussia's hands were holding his hips in place.

He released Mexico's long enough for Mexico to let out a soft, "Fuck." He could feel all of his blood rushing away from his head in response to Russia's ministrations. If his hips were not being held, he might have start grinding them.

Prussia grazed his nails over Mexico's bare hips and said, chastising him, "Language." Mexico groaned in response.

Then Prussia's lips were fully flush against Mexico's again, and his tongue was in Mexico's mouth. Mexico was pulling in ragged, excited breaths through his nose.

If he could take a moment to calm himself, he could question what he was doing. But, his mind was on the overwhelming physical sensation. It only got stronger as Russia began to undo his pants and teasingly touch just below his waistband.

When Prussia pulled away this time, Mexico was practically panting against his mouth.

Russia spoke again, leaning close to Mexico's other ear, "You are such a naughty boy. You are dreaming of us while you are asleep next to Alfred. If only he knew."

Mexico woke with a start, and was immediately aware of how overheated and aroused he felt. The dream had ended at exactly the wrong moment, leaving him unsatisfied and wanting.
He let out a long sigh and looked up a the ceiling. He would have to wait for the feeling to fade, or he could fall back asleep and hope for it to continue.

America stirred in his sleep, and smiled happily. He would certainly not be making that face if he knew what Mexico was dreaming about. Mexico looked at him, and tried to will his body to forget the dream.

America looked so peaceful and blissfully unaware. America turned over and put his arm over Mexico.

It was a normal, loving position, but it felt strange at the moment. Mexico sighed and closed his eyes. He hoped he would be able to fall back asleep.