"H..how…did you get in-"

"Shhh…" Ivan murmured, resting a moist gloved finger upon the German's trembling lips. He advanced so Ludwig was fully splayed against the wall, almost attempting to scale the marble paneling to escape the Ruski.

Ivan pressed his leg between Ludwig's, the wet fabric clung to his skin as it rubbed against the blonde's skin.

"Aaahn.." Ludwig bit his lip, stifling a moan as he tried to ignore the pleasant friction generating a low warmth around his groin.

"Please moan for me, I've missed your sweet voice, Ludwig." Ivan smiled, biting the water slicked skin on the blonde's throat lightly, "So much..." He placed both hands on Ludwig's hips, urging him away from the wall, moving the blonde against his leg.

"Aahh..nnhngh…" Ludwig bit harder on his lip, drawing blood in order to keep himself from emitting any noise. If Prussia or Italia heard his voice and woke up, Russia would become intrigued enough to become violent and all hell would break loose.

Ivan stepped back irritably, allowing the blonde to fall to the shower floor, helpless and embarrassingly aroused. "You're awfully quiet tonight." He knelt to Ludwig's level on the shower floor, smoothing back stray locks of hair from the German's brow. Even through the mist, his icy blue eyes met Ivan's eyes directly, yet wearily. "I…I'm just tired…I want to sleep…" Ludwig murmured, his deep voice blended into the almost hypnotic drumming of the heated water.

Ivan stood up, enveloped in a shrouding mist, but Ludwig could barely make out the sounds of clicking of a buckle, and the wet, sort of *clap!* noise that wet clothes often made when they were carelessly cast to the ground.

"Perhaps this will be enough to keep you awake." A lusty voice growled, and with a powerful lift from under the intricate crevices of Ludwig's arms, the blonde found himself propped up on the shower bench quite precariously.

"W..wh.." Ludwig stuttered as the mist began to clear, meeting Ivan's wry smile. Without warning, the Ruski lifted the German to lean against the wall once more, but this time, wrapped the blonde's legs around his waist tightly. Ludwig blushed furiously, unable to ignore his member growing erect as it repeatedly grazed Ivan's muscled frame, or Ivan's member under his.

Almost involuntarily, the blonde wound his arms around the Russian's neck, his only thoughts to prepare for the inevitable.

He gave a small cry as the Russian wasted no time, pushing his fully aroused cock into Ludwig's entrance. The blonde winced, feeling Ivan's cock throb hungrily within him. Ludwig couldn't help but shiver as he felt his inner walls close around Ivan's member, taking him all the way to the hilt.

"Ivan please do-oooh…" Ludwig's protest was drowned out by a feeble moan, feeling Ivan beginning to move within him, his cock rubbing him the right way.

"Aahn..aaahnghh.." Ludwig drawled out his moans lazily, the wonderful sensation of Ivan's pulsating member moving within him left him without the ability to fight back.

Ivan thrusted harder, biting into Ludwig's shoulder, his cock swelling as it entered the blonde. "You're so tight, Ludwig-kun…so fucking tight.." Ivan hissed, burying himself deeper into the blonde, his nails raking upon old scars on the German's skin.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"

A loud voice echoed painfully loud throughout the shower room, ringing in Ludwig's ears, burying itself into his mind. The two froze, the shower water still reverberating off their naked bodies.

Prussia stood at the doorway, in snow white pajamas, his ruby eyes trained solely on Ivan, whom even at being caught, found it difficult to stop pumping within the blonde's passage, quite irritated at being interrupted.

"You, yeah you, you fucking frozen Frenchman, that question was for you, what the fuck are you doing?" Prussia snarled, strutting forward to get a better look at the scene in front of him.

"If it isn't clear enough, it would appear that I'm currently inside your brother." Ivan replied tersely. "Which by the way, doesn't require your presence at any length." He added, annoyed at Gilbert's tone.

"Nobody, not anybody, especially alcoholic Russians such as yourself, can fuck my brother except for the awesomeness that is PRUSSIA!" Gilbert bellowed. Ludwig shot him a dark glare, even in his current predicament, he was in no mood to hear his brother's perverted intentions for him.

"Ah. How charming, incest in the Deustchland. And here I thought you lacked class AND a dick, Prussia." Ivan remarked nastily, growing quickly tired with the foolish country's banter.

"Fuck you, Russian prick!" Prussia roared, throwing a fist at the naked Ruski. Even with both arms occupied, Ivan shifted Ludwig's weight onto one arm, catching Gilbert's fist easily. Prussia whined pitifully, watching Ivan's eyes darken in bloodlust as his wet, gloved fist closed around Gilberts, crushing it with a resounding *crack*.

Prussia grit his teeth, the agonizing pain causing tears to run down his cheeks as all his fingers were broken at once by the large man. "F-f..fucker…"

"STOP!" Ludwig barked loudly, causing Ivan to lower him to the shower floor, and Prussia to be silent. "Don't hurt him, Ivan, or I'll never forgive you!" He glared at Prussia.

Ivan released Gilbert's mangled fist reluctantly, backing away from the albino aggressor. "I apologize, Ludwig-kun, now if we co-"

"Actually…" Ludwig interjected. "I think it'd be for the best if you took your leave now, Ivan." He stared at the floor, unable to meet the Ruski's eyes.

"Oh, don't stop this fuck-fest for my sake, Ludwig!" Gilbert glared at Ivan. "I knew I couldn't trust the two of you alone together, this sick bastard plays games with your head, brother!" He snapped angrily, unable to control the volume of his voice.

"w…what's going…on..?" A meek voice traveled from the hallway, bunny slippers could be heard padding down the hallway towards the source of the ruckus.

Ludwig's face turned beet red, turning to Prussia quickly. "Put him to bed, Gilbert, now!" he hissed, shoving his brother forcefully towards the mouth of the bathroom door.

"Nothing, Veneciano, off to bed…" Gilbert's voice faded as he escorted the sleepy Italian back to his bedroom.

"Lud-" Ivan started, walking towards his lover slowly.

"Leave now, Ivan. Please." Ludwig sat on the shower bench, his head in his hands, his thoughts were an absolute mess, and the Russian's presence wasn't helping.

"Fine then. For your sake, though." Ivan redressed himself reluctantly, wrapping his beloved scarf around his neck.

Stepping out of the shower, Ivan emerged, his thick boots trailing water through the bathroom as he left. At the door he met Prussia, who was nursing his damaged hand tenderly.

"I hope your hand heals well, Gilbert." Ivan murmured as he passed the door nonchalantly.

"Choke and die, you fucking jerk." Prussia snarled, sniffling back tears as the pain in his hand intensified.

"Sleep with one eye open, Prussia." Ivan giggled as Prussia shivered in fear at the thought of Russia's wrath occurring in his sleep.

As Ivan left and the door closed behind him, Prussia rushed in to see his brother dressing himself in warm pajamas, climbing into his bed.

"Have a good night, brother. Remember, my awesome self won't always be there to rescue you from that pervy bastards clutches. I know you've learned your lesson this time around." Prussia remarked, leaving for his own room.

Guilt flooded his chest as soon as Prussia's words met his ears. Ludwig buried his face deeper into the pillow, attempting to drown out the pleasurable sensation of Ivan entering him, and the deep, lusty voice of the Russian.

Yeah, Prussia said that I've learned my lesson by now.

Problem is though, I didn't.