Warning! There is s-e-x in this chapter. Don't like, don't read. First time writing something like this, so no flaming! Please!

"Toris sir! Would you mind skirmishing with me?" a soilder asked and ran up to me.

I looked over at him, and smiled. "Sure lad." before I drew my sword, another soilder ran over to the first one. "Alecks! Do you know who this is? This is Toris. The best soilder in the whole kingdom!" he glanced at me, then smiled sheepishly. "Sorry if he bothered you sir."

I waved my hand. "He wasn't bothering me. And actually, I'd like a little skirmish. The straw dummmies are getting a little old." I said, and rolled my shoulders.

Alecks glanced at the other soilder and grinned, the soilder just grunted and walked away. I drew my sword. "Ready lad?"

Alecks sighed, and drew his sword. "Ready as I'll ever be." he responded.

I nodded, and came at him. I slashed at him, he deflected it. He glanced at me, then charged, trying to drive his sword point right into me. I grinned a little to early for that. i thought, and side stepped easily. He skidded to a stop and whirled around, his guard was down. I took this opportunity to kick him in the stomach, causing him to sprawl backwards. He struggled to get up, I could've just ended the battle then, but I was having fun. He came at me again, we parried this time, sparks flying from the metal. I broke away, and as quick as I could charged at him, at the last second, I shoved him backwards, so he fell on his butt. I held my sword blade to his throat. I smiled. "Good try lad." I commented.

I withdrew my sword, but didn't sheath it, just in case he came at me again. He didn't.

He sheathed his sword, and bowed. "Thank you sir." he said.

I nodded. "Anytime lad." I said, and he scurried away.

"Liet~."

I stiffened, and turned to see Poland, who was drunker than a Scot. "Hello Poland." I said formally.

"Oh, none of that shit Liet. Call me Poe." he grinned.

I was baffeled. "U-um. I-I'd rather not." I stuttered.

"Well, can you take me up to my room?" he asked, and staggered toward me.

I sighed. "Okay." I grumbled, I was about to escort him to the castle when he said.

"Carry me."

I frowned. "What?"

"Carry me like they do at weddings." he insisted.

I sighed, did he do this to everybody? I scooped him up, and carried him to the castle.

I laid him down on his bed, and before I turned to leave, he grabbed my hand. "Stay." he hiccuped, but the alchohal was starting to wear off.

I sighed, but shut the door. Much to my mistake, and sat down next to him on the bed. Poland grinned, "I like you a lot, you know that Liet?" he asked.

"No, I didn't. But, you shouldn't like me. We're both men." I objected.

He frowned. "So?" he asked, but it kind of sounded like a growl.

I sighed. I knew gender boundries would't stop him. "Yes, but you should like women not me-." I was cut off, when Poland grabbed my tunic and made his lips crash with mine. I was startled, and my eyes widened.

Poland's eyes filttered shut.

We pulled back for air, I was panting. "What the h-hell?" I sputtered.

He leaned closer, so his lips were brushing mine. "Make me feel good tonight Toris."

I stiffened. He called me Toris. No one called me Toris, but my soilders. But when another nation calls you by your first name, that means something. I've done it with women before, no doubt about that. But with another man? I didn't even know that was possible.

I gulped, but managed to stutter out. "O-okay."

Poland licked his lips, and kissed me again, this time, I found myself kissing back. Poland fumbled with the buttons on my tunic. I stiffened a bit, then decided to help him with that. It's alright. You agreed to this. You haven't done this in awhile. You deserve this.

Soon my tunic was lying on the floor, along with Poland's. Next up followed our trousers. I was soon pinned to the grand bed, with Poland stradling my hips. "God, your big." Poland muttered.

I smiled a bit, that's what they all say. He then aligned himself with my erction, and lowered himself onto it. He grunted, when I was all the way in. "Nh." I grunted when Poland started to rock back and forth. "O-oh. T-that feels good." I moaned, and thrusted.

"Ahh!" Poland moaned loudly.

We started to set a pace, I bucked against him.

"I-I'm gonna-!" Poland moaned loudly, then released all over me.

I soon followed, and sighed. Poland rolled off of me, and landed next to my in the bed. "What a mess." I grumbled, and wiped my chest off with an already soiled blanket. Poland rested his head on my chest, but didn't say anything. "Poland I-." I was interupted by his snoring.

I smiled, and kissed the top of his head.

"I love you Poland."

FIN

Author's Note:

AHHHHH FIRST SMUT SCENE AND I FAILED. D':

Hoped you like the story guys.