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Chapter Six: Attrition Warfare

"Gilbert, mon chéri, you need to accept it. You are no longer a seme, you are an uke through and through." Languid blue orbs stared down at the defiant albino below, struggling desperately to change their position.

"Fuck it Francis! I'm not the fucking uke! I've read Kiku's stupid manga! I know what an uke is like! I am way too awesome to be one! Now get off!" Prussia pushed on the torso above him to no avail. Growling, he started kicking his legs violently, in hopes of making a lucky hit on the Frenchman straddling him.

Francis sighed and pushed his arms in front of him, making all his weight suddenly plop down onto the struggling Prussian. The albino was caught off guard and was temporarily demobilized with the wind knocked out of him, allowing France to pin his arms to his side with a strong embrace and tangle their legs together.

"Gilbert, you are going to have to accept the facts. You can't even over power me, what makes you think you'll be able top votre Ludwig?"

Looking away, his lip sticking out in a childish pout, Prussia muttered under his breath, "I'm just not trying that hard right now, that's all…"

"That's total merde Gilbert and you know it. I'm sorry to inform you, but your glory days are over~"

Prussia scowled and squirmed violently, hoping to at least roll them off the couch and escape in France's moments of confusion. But the Frenchman didn't relinquish his hold and held them in place, making Prussia eventually give up with a huff. "Okay I give, tell me what makes you say that."

Blink once. Blink twice. France stared at his friend as if he just asked if the blond was a virgin, a look of total disbelief of his stupidity. "What makes me say this? Well isn't it rather obvious Gilbert? It wasn't much of a secret you were… well his bitch…"

Now it was Prussia's turn to stare, only in confusion. "What are you- oh FICK NEIN! You are not talking about that bastard! I can't believe you are bringing him up! Get the fuck off of me! I'm going to kill you!" His wiggling returned full force, this time a murderous intent behind his actions.

Once again, Francis refused to let go or give the albino a chance to get free, letting him struggle until giving up. As Prussia calmed down, France smiled and said smugly, "You didn't deny it mon Prusse."

Bright red and shaking with fury, Prussia glared holes into France's face as he said through gritted teeth, "No one can leave that bastard untouched. It's no proof of anything."

"Once an uke, there's no turning back~" France replied in a singsong voice as he buried his face into Prussia's shoulder.

Groaning, Prussia continued squirming in an attempt to get his arms free. "Dammit Francis, I just wanted some advice on how to figure out if West likes me like that too! I did not want seduction techniques, especially the kind for fucking ukes! Now get off of me, I have plans with Ita-chan and West today!"

"Non, I don't want to. I'm comfortable~"

"Bruder, wo bist du? Wir sind hier, und es ist-!"

Alright, let's get something straight here. You are a child in Elementary, thus you have yet to gain full control on your emotions. You don't know what it means to refrain from speaking your mind or doing what you want. You do, however, know you are enamored with another child wholly and completely. Yeah, well that child is currently being kissed by their best friend that you absolutely hate with your body and soul these days for always walking hand in hand with your crush. What do you do? You haul off on them, duh!

It is of the norm to assume beings of larger size are not of the swiftest kind. This, my friend, is where you are wrong. Ludwig is a tall, well built man. But on certain occasions, he can move if he damn well pleases… As was this moment in time, finding his brother – newly recognized love, even better – pressed into his couch in quite the compromising position. It should also be noted to record speed in which blood returned to his face with a vengeance after draining upon the immediate sighting of this. Whiter than paper to redder than cherries in a matter of milliseconds. But of course, all he really cared about was getting the Frenchman off his brother and into a cast and sling.

One second Francis was straddling a Prussian, the next he was tugged off by an anger German to find his face suddenly very well acquainted with said blonds fist. This, in turn, soon found him pressed against the opposite wall with a firm arm delivering a dangerous amount of pressure to his windpipe. "Geh. Zur. Hölle," the military general turned chronic Frenchman-killer spoke through gritted teeth, words acid and eyes flaming blue.

France had no time to react, barely able to kick out as he found himself pinned up on the wall, held by his throat. It was impossible to breath with the firm grip crushing his trachea. He clawed at the hand around his neck vainly, his breath quickly leaving him along with his strength.

"Gott! West! Beruhige dich!" Prussia yelped, quickly overcoming his shock to defend his quickly turning blue friend. He grabbed the arm holding France up and tugged with all his might. "What's your problem West?"

"Ich werde dich was mein sagen-!" Ever try telling a dog not to bark, a shark not to eat? Asking Ludwig to calm himself now was of the same sort of futility. The killer instinct that lies dormant in men – well, depending on who you're talking about – wasn't about ready to lie down. "Finding this Schweinehund-!" Right about now, it was hard even finishing a sentence.

"Fuck West, really, Francis is an annoying fucker, but that's no reason to kill him." Prussia changed tactics to trying to pry his brother's fingers from around France's neck. He looked up at France, an expression that was silently asking, 'what did you do to piss him off so much?'

Despite having his airways being crushed and lacking oxygen, France managed to send a smug grin to Prussia with a shrug. Oh he knew full well what Germany's problem was. It was rather amusing his friend was completely clueless as to the source of his brother's rage…

"Gottverdammt West, just let him go. I swear I'll kick you!"

The smirk France shared with Gilbert only stood to increase Ludwig's anger, and for a moment he appeared more ready to kill the man than he ever had, but his rage faltered just enough to allow not logic but his brother's pleas to be heard. It was not that he was frightened of his brother's hatred. Rather, he felt a twinge of hurt in the Prussian's being upset with him. Only in this did he release the Frenchman, lowering his arm and forcing his gaze to be turned away… Before giving him one more punch to the face for good measure.

Two aghast Italians scurried out of the way of Ludwig as he stalked out, his hand tightly gripping the wrist of an albino male. It was the younger of the two that reacted first. "France nii-chan!" Feliciano flew to the side of a wounded Frenchman, near tears. "Are you okay!? Doitsu was pretty mad, he could've done some real damage!"

France was clutching his nose, which had starting bleeding, as he slid to the ground. He was laughing as pained tears filled his eyes. "That's amour, non? Though they really need to realize they share their feelings soon…" He winced and pulled a handkerchief out of the breast pocket of his shirt. "Real soon, Ludwig obviously has a lot of pent up sexual tension being transferred to anger…"

There was a wry laugh from across the room, where Romano was standing smugly. "If you ask me, you deserved that. Of course he's gonna flip when you're all over that other idiot." He rolled his eyes and turned his gaze to Italy. "Feli, let the bastard take care of himself. I'd rather be with a pissed potato bastard than that rapist."

A very tearful Italian turned to the other, whimpering. "B-But nii-chan!" Here he turned back to France, trembling and moving his hands as if to attempt helping in some way. "Fraaaannnce," Feli whined.

"C'est parfait, Ita-chan. I'll be fine, go along and have fun. Et, do your niichan a favor, hm? Try giving those two idiots a hint or two that the other shares the amour. Or say it flat out… Those allemands are so dense…"

His brother's pace was fast and determined, causing the shorter male to stumble as he tried to stop the blond. Prussia wasn't sure if Germany even knew where he was going, it seemed like he was just walking for the sake of getting as far away from France as possible. Damn Germany was strong; his grip almost hurt around Prussia's wrist… All right maybe it did hurt, but Prussia would be the last to admit that.

Just what was Germany's problem anyways? Sure he had never had much of a liking for France, but he never attacked him like that without any provocation. He still seemed rather pissed… Getting rather annoyed with being dragged along without any explanation, Prussia ran ahead of his brother. He stepped directly in front of him and held his arms out, placing his hands on Germany's chest to stop him.

With his brother stopped from his Terminator-like rampage, Prussia took a step closer, looking up at Germany with concerned eyes and a light blush on his cheeks. "West, is there something more to this than Francis being a stupid motherfucker?"

Screw getting overly embarrassed from such close contact, Germany was fuming! "Was denkst du!?" He cried, clenching his hands so hard his knuckles turned white. Naturally stern brows were twitching in their near constant state of being furrowed at a violent angle. "Ich komme nachhause to find you and him looking like that and you ask me why I attacked him!? Already I am angry, but you have the nerve to ask why!? Bruder, I walk in on you and your friends in little clothing, you spend the following time near constantly with the cause of it, refuse to come from your room for days after again being with him the entire time, then take his side wenn ich ihm schlage, and you wonder why-!?"

Prussia stared blankly up at his brother in response to his outburst. He tried, he really did, to understand Germany's reasoning, but it really didn't make sense to the albino. He couldn't comprehend as to why France being, well, France was such a new and anger-provoking thing. And he was making it sound like his few days of seclusion were France's fault, which they totally weren't. Blinking rapidly as he smiled and cocked his head slightly, Prussia said, "Ja, I wonder why."

Germany glared furiously down at his brother in response to his obliviousness. He tried, he really did, to explain his reasoning, but it really didn't seem to get through the thick skull of the stupid albino. Whether he knew of Ludwig's feelings or not, was it really so hard to understand? Does no one get freaked when seeing a sibling startlingly close to making out on the couch with someone you dislike anymore? Or was Ludwig here the odd man out?

All of it, all of it had been building up. The two in that position, Prussia's berating him, France's self-satisfied smirk, they all were dancing before his eyes in a loop. And now Gilbert was standing there, not understanding any of it, making Germany feel alone in his rage. Unable to express it, he shot his arm out to punch a dent into the wall of the hallway in which the two stood, dust falling to lightly coat his faintly bruised knuckles. Why did his brother have to be so-!? Wait… Had he seriously just-?

"My wall!"

And again, who ever said big guys can't be speedy? The rate at which Germany suddenly calmed from his impending killing spree was alarming indeed. Suddenly he was turned to stare at the mini-crater. "… Meine Wand!"

With Germany's sudden release of tension, Prussia couldn't help but start laughing hysterically. His stick-up-the-ass brother had just punched the wall in frustration, could anything be funnier? Oh, yeah, the fact he then freaked out over the fact he had just punched the wall. Snickering, Prussia linked arms with the distressed blond. "Ah, we'll fix it later West. We still have plans with the bumbling brothers, ja?"

Prussia dragged Germany back to the main room where only the Italys were left. France had been smart and left as soon as he got back on his feet. Prussia made a mental note to go check up on him later, but for now, it was fun time. "Kesese, what a dramatic beginning to the day. So where we going?"

The still sniffling of the two Italians offered up the large wicker basket he held, the corner of a checkerboard cloth poking from its lid. "P-Picnic?"

A local park had been chosen as their destination, and by their reaching it the blond German of the group was a bit less angry and the young Italian was greatly less crying. Immediately he went about setting up their lunch, laying out the picturesque scene of a red and white tiled blanket covered with amazing, home cooked food. Pasta, of course. Come on, from the Italian brothers?

In Germany's reaching to take his offered plate russet eyes met the state of his knuckles, blazing a pink color dotted with violet splotches in bruising. Food set aside – how could he waste pasta? – Feliciano tackled the unprepared Ludwig to the ground with renewed tears. "Don't be angry with France nii-chan, Doitsu, don't be angry! Fighting isn't good, look at your hand! Are you okay, does it hurt? Pain isn't goooood!" Sitting up, he held the hand – quite a bit less mangled than he made it out to be – in his own to examine worriedly.

"Feli! Get off that potato bastard!" Romano jumped up and grabbed his brother by the collar of his shirt, pulling him to his feet and a few feet away from the Germans. Quietly he muttered, "Don't act like that around the albino idiot. From how the potato bastard reacted with the rapist all over him, I don't want to chance anything with these stupid Germans, got it?"

Blushing lightly, Romano averted his gaze and muttered, "I overheard you guys talking the other day and stupid Antonio has blabbed everything to me… And he asked me to give them a nudge too… I'm-I'm not wanting to help them or anything, but stupid Antonio was so working up over it so I promised…"

All took a moment to register in his brain. Eventually though Romano's brother appeared to understand in the brightening of his eyes and fervent, grin endowed now. He shared a quick hug with his brother then. "You're so nice, nii-chan~"

In his pulling away Feli spoke louder to be overheard, depressingly so actually, putting on a show. "Nii-chan, you were so clumsy when you were little. Didn't you say that's why you're better at taking care of cuts than I am? Maybe you can go take care of Doitsu then? Please?"

Romano glared at Germany, then reluctantly walked over to him, grabbed his arm, and kept walking. "C'mon stupid potato bastard, I'm only doing this cause Feli asked me to." Once a bit a ways from his brother and Prussia, Romano said loudly 'muttered,' "I'm so glad I don't have to worry about Feli being corrupted by stupid potato bastards anymore. Really, how useless can you get, hurting yourself when beating up rapists?"

Germany in turn looked down at supposed death wound with a risen brow after glancing back at the shrinking forms of Italy and Prussia. Why was everyone making this out to be such a big deal? His fist was pink because he hadn't had much time to wash off France's blood, and it had only gotten bruised in punching a wall. Was he going to die? No. Did it even hurt? Not really. Shaking his head, he didn't say anything. Long ago he'd learned to keep most to himself when dealing with the easily rattled Lovino.

When answered with silence, Romano scowled. He really had no idea how to do this discreetly… Well the rapist had said just say it bluntly because the Germans were stupid creatures… Determined to not disappoint Spain, the Italian stopped walking, grabbing Germany's arm to make him stop too. Fists clenched together nervously, Romano glared up at Germany. "You love that stupid albino yes?"

Red, Ludwig had turned a bright red. Set into this crimson face were two wide crystal orbs. What in the world was going on, how did Romano-? Italy… Sighing, the blond glance to the side in defeat. He'd get on to the brunet later about his inability to keep secrets. After the episode of being taken captive by the Allies, why had he trusted him? The same sort of futility was shown in his answer. Brows furrowed, he let out a low mutter. "And you are asking me this why?"

"Well he fucking loves you too so stop acting like a stupid dick and get together already!" Romano yelled, almost at the top of his lungs. He hated these type of conversations and his furious blush was proof enough. "There! I said it, now let's get your fucking hand some band aides!"

With Germany and the grumpy Italy gone, Prussia grabbed the plate of pasta that was set aside and stuffed a large forkful in his mouth, snickering. Romano had been clumsy whenever he saw him with Spain as a kid. Spain had said it was some… thing of some sorts or another. Looking over to Italy, he grinned, swallowing the last of the pasta he had in his mouth. "Great pasta as always Ita-chan! Bring any beer?"

Oh how ready Italy had been to start on his work when Prussia said that. Sitting, he turned towards the albino as if physically slapped. "Veeee, you don't drink beer with pasta, that's pizza. How can you say that? And I was going to bring wine, but nii-chan got onto me about 'not inebriating the potato bastard and idiot rabbit because that's the whole reason all of this turned into such a huge problem after they-' " Ah, that was it! Now he remembered!

The Vargas male shook his head quickly. "Neh, neh!" Once satisfied that he had cast out all distracting thoughts Italy fixed his gaze on the Prussian, smiling broadly.

"Soooooo, France nii-chan said you like Doitsu but you don't wanna do anything 'cause you don't think he likes you baaack?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?! I'm going to finish what West started and kill that bastard! Can't he keep his mouth shut?" Prussia growled, bright red as he glared at his plate of pasta. His gaze slowly rose to timidly stare at Italy. "Wh-what about it?"

And Italy only giggled. "Well, France nii-chan is the country of love. He can't resist! Anyway! The other day Doitsu came to my house so upset because it seems he's been having dreams about you, GilGil~ Dreams he says he shouldn't be having about his Bruder but he keeps having them anyway and liking them and getting even more mad when he sees you with France nii-chan all the time and not with him. But now he's going crazy because you're so close to him all the time after all his dreams and he doesn't wanna do anything if you don't like him like that." All was said giddily albeit conversationally as the boy stuffed his face with pasta, pointing his fork at the Prussian with every emphasized word.

All at once Prussia lit up, his red eyes overflowing with unrestrained excitement. "You mean West loves loves me? He'll actually want to be in a relationship with me?" Prussia's voice trailed off as a crazed grin spread across his visage. "He's been having dreams about me?"

The rest of the picnic was peculiar to say the least. Prussia could not wipe his ecstatic and mischievous grin off of his face, more often than not simply staring at Germany mutely. Said German refused to meet his brother's gaze, let alone allow the few hugs the Prussian attempted to instigate. The Italys knew exactly what was going on and did their best to make the picnic move as fast as possible without seeming forcibly rushed. Once all the food was gone and the group had their fair share of laughs, the Italians and Germans parted ways.

As soon as they stepped through the threshold of their house, Prussia turned to face Germany, his creepy grin still in place. "West~ I need to talk to you about something, can you go and sit in the living room while I go take care of something else first?" Not waiting for Germany to reply - simply assuming the blond would do as requested - Prussia pranced off to his room.

And Ludwig did follow given order, without question. Mostly because he was glad to finally be rid of the Prussian and allowed time to think to himself, however short this window of time may be. He sat on the sofa, leaning his torso forward a short bit to allow his arms a place to rest on his knees. All afternoon after Romano's words his mind had been going between a snail's pace to a speed closed to mach five. His brother loved him back? So adamant he had been in attempts to prove this concept wrong and deflate his growing emotions over the past few days after learning of them, he didn't know what to do when realizing they were returned. Never, never had it crossed his mind. Sitting there, eyes wide and face pale, he remained unmoving until Gilbert appeared.

Upon returning, the albino was only wearing pajama bottoms. He crossed the room to the couch where Germany was seated in a saunter. Prussia discreetly placed a tube of an unknown substance on the coffee table as he sat himself in the blond's lap, his arms wrapping around the muscular neck. "Mmm, now that I'm comfortable…" He smiled and placed his lips next to Germany's ear, talking in just above a whisper, "Kese, I've heard you've been dreaming of me West."

A shiver ran down his spine. Prussia was in his lap. Without a shirt. Hugging his neck. Murmuring into his ear. In what universe did this happen? Oh, this one. Fine, in what universe did Ludwig respond with anything but complete and utter embarrassment? None!

Something in him kept him from pushing Gilbert away as he would have any time prior in favor of instead awkwardly placing his own arms round the Teuton's waist. Eyes were squeezed shut over alighted cheeks. Wait, maybe this still wasn't true. Romano could be wrong! Germany let out a shaky breath. "Bruder… Care to explain what you're… Doing?" Nice save! Way to change the subject and totally ignore the growing heat between your legs that's been showing up just short of every morning for the past week!

"What I'm doing?" Prussia asked innocently, his tongue snaking out of his mouth to trace the outside of Germany's ear. "I thought it was rather obvious West~ I want to hear about your dreams about me. Maybe there is something," Prussia paused to look down at Germany's lap with a smirk before he returned his gaze back to his brother, "I could help you with."

Blue eyes were lightly lidded in watching the other forms movements. Teeth dug into his bottom lip to hide the loud gulp he suddenly took to try and calm himself. Gilbert was making it real hard to keep one's mind off of something and on the answering the question at hand. Hard…

With an amount of self-control that should be impossible for any living thing Germany forced his gaze to slide away, blush deepening. "J-Ja… Of you and I, where we… Every time…" Why was this so hard to say? Right about now he wished he had the level of comfort with such things as a number of other nations. "Kuß?"

"Oh?" Prussia pulled away from the blond's ear to place his lips on his cheek. "A kiss? Or..." He moved again so his face was directly in front of Germany's, their lips millimeters apart. "A kiss?" He whispered.

A blast of a blush consumed the recipient of such affections entirely. Widened blue eyes looked to the red ones so close eyelashes just short of grazed each other. That is, until they fell to allow the meeting of lips, though only for a short moment. It was a quick peck, but it was a start. At its end Germany looked away, brows furrowed in his awkwardness. "Ein Kuß… Except it was… In a different setting." And here Germany faltered in his words, brows leveling off in part and blush failing in his frown, again resorting to looking away from his brother. "And… You leave."

Staring at Germany, a small frown crossed Prussia's features. He couldn't possibly be turning this conversation about his dreams to Carnaval, could he? That just wasn't fair to make Prussia feel guilty like this! Wasn't he making up for it now? "F-fuck West... I'm sorry, really... You know, I was drunk and so confused... Can you blame me for running?"

No laughter met his ears as Ludwig had expected. Surely his brother would laugh off Germany's silly dreams and be on with it. Instead, he was… What? While still retaining his dejected expression, Germany rose a brow and turned to give his brother a side glance. "Bruder, what are you…? How can you explain the reasoning's of… Of how my subconscious decides to portray you? Don't apologize for something you never did."

"What are you talking about West? Aren't you talking about Carnaval?" Prussia was really frowning now. Germany was acting as if Carnaval never happened! "Do... Do you not remember?"

"Carnaval? Nothing like that happened it Carnaval. I hope I'd recall," falter, falter, blush, "kissing my Bruder." He shook his head, looking to red orbs with confused blue ones. "What are you talking about, Bruder?"

Now it was Prussia's turn to falter and blush. His cocky confidence from moment earlier was crushed upon learning Germany did not remember their kiss at Carnaval. It almost.... hurt. "At Carnval... I, we, I kissed you... It's why I locked myself in my room... I thought you knew... It's not really something people really forget..."

What began as a faint pink became closer to crimson. Everything, it all made sense now. His ending up at Italys after Carnaval with next to no memories of that day, Prussia's seclusion, the vivid nature of his 'dreams.' Germany really had... That night had really... "How... How could I have forgotten..."

Prussia sighed and pulled arms away from Germany's neck to fold his hands in his lap. Well this was just great. Germany wasn't really dreaming of him. Germany wasn't really in love with him then. He stared laughing a pitiful, hysterical laugh. "Well I've made a fool of myself... I'm just gonna go play some video games..." Prussia started to move off of the blond's lap.

"No!" Germany reacted on pure instinct, shouting and tightening his hold round the albino's waist. But in his realizing he let out a hesitant sigh, taking the time to calm himself. No way was he going to let Prussia walk away looking like that. Not thinking such things. But how to...A head of blond hair was nuzzled into a Teuton's shoulder. "Es... Es tur mir leid, Bruder. How I could have forgotten, I don't know. I had just been so sure that... That it was a vivid dream about... About..." He further buried his face into the shoulder, hiding it while murmuring, "about my fear of you leaving ever again.

The albino's jaw instantly dropped and he threw his arms around his brother's neck. "West how can you think that?! I'm never leaving you again! West..." Prussia pressed their foreheads together, blushing, and whispered, "Ich liebe dich."

"Und ich liebe dich." In his first speaking Ludwig had his gaze fixed downward, flush dancing across his cheeks, but at the end it was pulled up to meet that of his brothers. Germany was in love with Prussia. It was out in the open now, as were the reciprocated affections. How to react? Ludwig wasn't sure, but went with what his body was already doing on it's own and pressed Gilbert into his chest in a tight embrace, breathing softly into his hair.

Prussia's heart skipped a beat as he was pressed into Germany's strong chest. He was no longer frowning; in fact, he probably had never smiled such a big smile before in his life. Pulling away from Germany, the smug glint in his eyes was back. "If you love me West, then surely there's more to your dream than your fear of me leaving."

And we were back to humiliating the lovestruck German. How was this fair? The sentiment and emotion of the moment had been enough to make him forget about the then present tightness in his pants. How it started up again.

How many times had Germany looked away blushing like crazy in this one sitting? Brows furrowed, he decided he didn't know and didn't care, because he most certainly couldn't look his brother in the eye when he said this. "Maybe a few times we... Went beyond the kiss..."

"Oh did we now?" Prussia muttered, as he repositioned himself so he was straddling Germany's lap. He leaned forward so their lips slightly brushed, his hands moving down to cup the blond's clothed erection. "You must have enjoyed it, West," he whispered, nipping at Germany's bottom lip.

Ludwig's shaft twitched under the foreign attention, his eyes already heavily lidded with lust and his breathing starting up at a faster pace, but hardly noticeable as of yet. "It was... Interesting, to say the least." His head was tilted just that short bit to bring their mouths together in a soon heated copulation of lips and tongues. Though at first tentatively, Germany had prodded Prussia's mouth with his tongue, soon gaining the courage to let it dive right in to mate with the others.

With the exception of a certain psychopathic caretaker, Prussia had always been the one to make the first move, to attack first. He never really thought about what the recipient of his advances really wanted. In his mind he thought, 'of course they wanted him to invade their vital regions, he was fucking awesome!' But here, with his West, he felt his confidence falter. He didn't want to do anything West didn't want him to do. He didn't want to make him angry or be disliked. It was such a strange desire, but Prussia could only write it off to being in love, realizing he never had been in love before at the same time.

And so that was why he was letting Germany start the kiss, letting the blond press his tongue into his mouth and explore the crevice. Their mouths meshed together slowly, tongues twining in an unhurried dance of passion. Prussia's hands rose from Germany's crotch to tangle his fingers in the gelled blond hair. He moaned into the kiss, pressing down on his brother, pushing his tongue into his mouth.

There were so many emotions it was overbearing. It felt like his head was going to explode from the euphoria he was feeling, and they were just kissing. But it felt so right, as if there was no one beside his West that could make him feel so wonderful… So amazing. In fact, the pressure building in his chest was almost suffocating… or perhaps that was the fact he had yet to breathe since the kiss started.

Reluctantly, Prussia broke the kiss, watching the string of salvia connecting them with great interest. His heavily lidded red eyes finally turned to Germany as the string broke. Germany, his West… His West. Not Ita-chan's, his. His beautiful, adorable West. Fuck he felt so stupid, getting all emotional like this, but he couldn't help the tears that started building in his eyes. Was this all love? What a stupid emotion, but it felt so wonderful, even if he was about ready to start blubbering like a pansy. "Ich liebe dich, West," he whispered quietly, leaning down to lightly kiss him again.

Eager to return to kissing, Germany took the one offered in an instant. Contact was no longer shameful, but instead a necessity of life like food and water. In their parting before he'd bitten back a groan. He had a hard time getting enough of this man in his lap, and the addiction stood to only grow in response to his brothers whispering. To which he finally moved. Grasping the back of the sofa with one arm, Germany twisted his body round to press Prussia into the seat cushions, all the while keeping their lips connected.

"Bruder," he breathed, one fist still gripping the couch and the other caressing the tufts silver hair alongside Gilberts face.

"West," Prussia growled darkly. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" He replied, hardly affected by the tone.

The lips prior unable to leave those of their lover changed their target at a slow pace. They had trailed to a Prussians ear in speaking, then down along his chin and to his neck. There was no part of him still innocent and adorable at this point.

That was no lie Italy told when he and Germany had been taken captive. Ludwig was quite the fan of BDSM, something he kept to himself. Through this mixed with his naturally domineering persona once his awkward and irritable was tossed aside under the pressure that was his lust and affections he became quite the tenacious lover and pervert. Everyone, say hello to Pervy Luddy, for this is his introduction.

A strong knee came up to be pressed between the former knight's legs and into his crotch, gently grinding into the heat there. A hand had retreated from the couch in favor of working with his mouth to touch every inch of the pale body beneath him. Now, it found great enjoyment in tweaking a pink nipple.

No. This was not happening to him. He refused. His little brother was not going to top him. Prussia growled to distract himself from the urge to moan and melt into Germany's touches. That was right, he was a seme, he could turn the tables...

Moving fast, Prussia slid up on the couch, forcing down a groan over the friction made at his vital regions in the action. He rolled on his back, bringing his legs into the air to wrap them around Germany's waist. At the same time, Prussia threw his arms around the blond's neck. In one fluid movement, he flipped them over. Grinning cockily, his legs still wrapped around Germany's waist and the blond's arms pinned to his sides, Prussia shook his head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk West. You're rather delusional, thinking you could possibly be the one calling the shots here. I think big Bruder needs to educate you."

Prussia mashed their lips together; forcing his tongue into Germany's mouth the second contact was made. Not wanting to chance the blond trying to turn the tables again, Prussia broke the kiss and moved down to the German's shirt, which needed to go. The albino took the first button between his teeth and unbuttoned it with some assistance from his tongue. He nipped and licked the fresh patch of skin before moving onto the next button and repeating the process, all while staring lustily up at Germany through white lashes.

Gaze in turn met with one through golden lashes before the glazed over azure orbs half lidded in a deep set craving. Germany watched his brother as he lavished his torso with attention from his lips, teeth, and tongue until the pale green dress shirt he'd been wearing was fully undone to reveal his well formed body in it's full glory. Firm pectoral muscles rose and fell in his rapid breathing, while prominent abdominal rolled under the caresses of feathery lips. Hair held in a permanent style had been loosened in their actions from before to allow some of the cornstalk strands to fall over his forehead.

Suddenly there was an upward jerk of his hips, the bulge protruding from his pants sliding against Prussia's own southern regions to begin a short bit of delicious friction between them, earning a smirk and groan from the German.

Prussia shot a glare to Germany, swallowing his own groan from the friction. Well at least he seemed to have no argument with their current positioning... The albino relinquished his grip on Germany's wrists to run his hands up the blond's arms to his broad chest. As he explored every inch of skin on the muscular torso, Prussia slowly ground his groin into his brother's equally hard erection, creating delicious friction. With a sigh of delight, Prussia leaned down and enveloped a nipple with his lips, slowly sucking and licking the protruded flesh. Using his knees to stay upright, Prussia's hands traveled down to Germany's pants and he got to work getting those off.

There were no attempts at changing the situation, at least not yet. Initially Germany was a good boy and even assisted Gilbert in relieving him of his pants, though it was difficult in his instinctual hip movements explained upon the freeing if his proud erection. Course, it was then that he took matters into his own hands, allowing little time for his girth to be appreciated as of yet.

A knee came up to press into Gil's lower abdomen, sending him off balance long enough for Germany to take hold of the Teuton's arms and send the two of them in a flip, again placing him hovering over his elder brother. Now it was his turn to hold the others arms captive, leaving him immobile.

"Thanks for taking off those pesky clothes, Bruder." Ludwig grinned, leaning down to run his tongue along chin up to an earlobe. "Always have to be different, ja? Let's get you in the proper attire," he spoke seductively.

And so Ludwig set to work. Mouth moved to rain down nips and trails of tongue starting at Gilbert's naval. On this path he eventually was met with the lining of sleep pants. These were attacked with his teeth in the same manner his shirt had been by Prussia. With his teeth, he tugged the pants down a short distance, watching their owner for reaction.

And a reaction Germany received. At first the Prussian seemed almost lost, unable to fully comprehend the change in positioning. The tongue across the side of his face was the first wake up call. Prussia shuddered and tried to sit up, protest, but his arms were pinned down. As Germany made the descent from his naval, Prussian daren't open his mouth in fear of his body making mutinous noises. But the last straw was that look West gave him. That look that, to him at least, was challenging his desire to top. Oh that was the last straw.

Prussia started squirming violently, trying to kick his feet as well. "Fucking fuck, fuck you West! What the fuck are you doing, fucking thinking you're gonna make me submit. Dammit, quit this and let me go sowe do this right!"

"Right? You mean this is wrong? I do believe something else says differently, Bruder." In his current state, Germany was quite a bit more cocky... Literally.

The waistline of Prussia's pants had been lowered only enough to free his erect member from its confines. With this done the tongue of a German general found a new toy to play with. He flicked the tip, and gently prodded the sides, vibrations added via the chuckle at the back of his throat.

Prussia gasped and bit his lip, squeezing his eyes shut and turning his head away. No, he should be the one doing that; he shouldn't be the one receiving the teasing. Oh but fuck he wanted it. The beginning of a mewl escaped his mouth, quickly silence by a sharp intake of breath. He peeked a teary red eye open to glare down at Germany, who seemed to be having his share fair of fun.

"You can glare at me all you want, Bruder, but as of now I am the one on top, ja?" In his speaking Germany leaned up to hover over Prussia's face with a space of a mere few millimeters between them. This movement also successfully brought their two unclothed shafts together. A bit heated from the contact himself, he used this as a distraction to reach over to the table and nonchalantly retrieve the bottle present.

The pressure his teeth were applying on his lip was enough to almost start drawing blood. This was not how he had seen being with West to be like. He never imagined his cute little brother could actually act like this. And yet, as much as he tried to convince himself he hated this, Prussia was trying so hard to not moan. The raw friction between them was delicious...

But then he noticed what Germany was reaching for. "FUCK NEIN!" He screeched, wiggling again in another vain attempt to get his arms free. Unfortunately for his pride, the movements just made their cocks rub together even more, making him moan loudly.

And he lowered himself back, ghosting Prussia's ear with his lips in the action. "Do your body and mind disagree, Bruder?" The hand grasping the tube of liquid came down to graze the vital regions of the discontented male. "At least one appears to be enjoying this. Why not stop fighting?"

One arm firmly grasping Gilbert's and pressing the other into the back of the sofa, Ludwig came up, still stationed partly between the white splayed legs, to uncap his prize that was the bottle with his teeth. With its opening he poured it liberally over a Teuton's vital regions, allowing it to spread as he maneuvered the offending pants off completely. Once these were cast aside he brought fingers to catch the quickly falling liquid, taking this excess and pressing it into the nearby hole against his finger. There was a smirk as he did so; testing the heated and tight walls and soon adding another digit to further do so.

Whimpers filled the room as Prussia forced himself to stop thrashing about. With West in him, he did not want to chance hurting himself. It'd been ages since he'd had sexual contact with another and the last time, he'd been in this position; it wasn't a good memory... But he loved West, he wanted to do this with West... He could do this; enjoy this without remorse, for West.
Sighing shakily, Prussia stared down at the blond stretching his muscles. "Fuck West, only you, only this time, just make this fucking worth it."

It was easy to falter from his current persona in this situation for a number of reasons. One simply being he wasn't too used to putting it one. The second, though, would be because of how his brother, his love, was reacting to all this. His confidence fell and he felt himself switch back to the role of a still new to love, awkward Ludwig. Was... Was he hurting Gilbert? Was he upset with him? These concepts brought his suave face crashing down as he pulled back, releasing Prussia's arm and removing his fingers.

"Bruder? I'm sorry, are you alright?" His words were rushed in his worry. "I-I didn't mean-"

"I swear to god West, either you stick your fingers back in me and finish prepping me for the best fuck in my life or get off of me and let me fuck you," he growled darkly, glaring daggers with his crimson gaze.

There was something odd about his response, this whole situation. A twinge of both hurt and passion flared at the Prussian's words, as shown by the sudden bruising kiss Germany applied to block out the growling and the harsh words. He noted that despite the seeming of disliking their positions, Gilbert had still said 'his best' as it was now. It almost sounded like a challenge. And as he again felt the effects of his often buried need to control and conquer, Germany took it gladly.

In their kiss Ludwig brought a hand under Gilberts leg at the underside of his knee, pinching at the skin shortly while his other palm returned to it's post at fingering his brother and stretching his insides. Lips again left their partners, this time preferring to suck at the soft skin of an albino's neck. His palm held the assigned leg up, pressing it between their chests.

Since he was giving into this, Prussia decided he was going to make the most of it. He let out a wanton moan and arched into Germany then pushed the blond's fingers deeper into him. His hands found their way into the German's now unruly hair as he moved his hips again, wanting to make Germany hit his sweet spot.

Taking Prussia's bodily responses as a sign of agreement between them, Germany took the go ahead with pleasure. He moved back now, more or less sitting up between Prussia's legs, this giving him a better point at which to delve his scissoring digits ever deeper, testing the waters and massaging the giving walls. He also took it upon himself to take held leg and move to nip at the thigh harshly, continuing down its length with his lips and nibbles.

A loud gasp came from the albino, pleasure coursing through his spine as Germany found his prostate. His cock twitched and he could feel the need to come fill him. "Oh, W-West, f-fuck," he whimpered through gritted teeth. Was this ever embarrassing... His cheeks were bright red as he stared at the sofa cushions. "I-It's been a while," he gasped as he reached down and grabbed Germany's arm to stop his movements. "I-If you get what I'm s-saying..."

Hazy blue eyes blinked at the blushing man before Germany felt himself grin. One last graze of the nerves with his fingers and he was out, leaning forward to kiss Gilbert shortly. "Ich verstehe, Bruder."

But as stated, this was short. Returning to his former spot Ludwig held Gilberts leg over his elbow at the underside of his knee, gripping his calf. All was done to allow himself better leverage. And indeed it did in his pushing his now painfully hard member inside, his torso shifting forward in the movement of his hips. A guttural groan was emitted in their first joining. Prussia was warm, searing hot and tight around him. It felt... Well, for lack of a better word it felt amazing.

The fire in Prussia's stomach could have easily exploded then and there if it wasn't for his determination to last longer than this. West inside of him was unlike anything he could ever imagine; it was wonderful. The albino's arms were at his side, his hands clenching the sofa as he breath became hitched. "M-move," he gasped.

And Germany obliged readily. A rhythm began in his thrusts; eyes near closed but allowed a sliver of sight so he could watch the responses given by his love beneath him. Breaths came erratically from his lips pulled into the faintest of grins.

Strong busy surged forward in a deep movement, bending his torso forward to breath huskily into his brother's ear. "Bruder, Bruder," he spoke, voice husky in his raw lust and passion. Turning, he captured Gilberts lips in a rough kiss. With the parting an unused hand reached to at first stroke, then pump the one unattended shaft.

It was a miracle Prussia was able to contain himself as his labored breaths became frantic. He twisted his body, trying to angle Germany's cock into his prostate. Tears were forming in his eyes he wanted to come so bad, but he had his pride and dammit he was going to keep it. "W-West," he panted as he moved his hips.

Both were sweating and panting, gaining that undeniable scent of sex. The loosened strands of cornstalk hair were plastered to Ludwig's forehead. His hips slapped against Gilberts body harshly, loudly. Again he had sat up, an arm wrapped around the captive leg, other wrapped around Prussia's dick and performing rapid movements. He pulled out near entirely, smile gone and face now a mask of concentration, before slamming back in to send himself ever deeper with that much more force.

Prussia cried out as his back arched, pushing his head into the cushions. His vision turned white and pure ecstasy was running through his nervous system. Tense muscles, from holding back, grew tighter as said control was lost and his climax took over. Right before he came, Prussia pushed himself off the cushions and wrapped his arms around Germany's neck, pulling him closer to connect their lips in a sloppy kiss. And then he came almost explosively, his seed covering the hand pumping around his member and their torsos.

It was hard to decide if it was the burning hot walls tightening around his penis or the tongue, saliva happy kiss that pushed Germany over his own respective edge. Either way it occurred, oh it did. Ludwig felt his muscles constrict and his shaft angrily twitch before he released in a gush of hot liquid inside Prussia, a guttural groan at the back of his throat only partially muffled between their mouths.

Having milked Gilbert to his last, Ludwig released the softened cock. Arms moved from their positions to wrap around Prussia, nuzzling into his neck while panting, the both of them now lying on the sofa, spent.

"Okay, maybe that wasn't so bad, being the uke..." Prussia gasped, resting his cheek against the head of blond hair nuzzled into his neck. He sighed and slowly started stroking his lover's hair lovingly. "But I'm topping next time," he added under his breath with a yawn.
The albino was ready to close his eyes and go to sleep there when he remembered an important last step to lovemaking. Blushing despite himself, he mumbled into Germany's ear, "You can get your dick out of my ass now you know..."

Before he could ask what an uke was, Germany was more obliged to do as he had been told. All built up sexual tension released, he had returned to his day to day self, leaving him highly embarrassed after the whole experience. It had been fine and dandy, burying his blushing face into the neck of his brother, but then he had to go and remind him. "E-Es tut mir leid," he replied awkwardly, sliding out with relative physical ease whereas it turned quite difficult mentally, for his sanity.

He let out a sigh of warm air against Gilbert's skin. Brows furrowed and cheeks flushed. "Oi, Bruder… Don't fall asleep. It would be better to… To clean up. Get dressed. Don't fall asleep like this." Germany had intentionally taken a detour from the subject of moving to bed because… Well, because he really wasn't sure how that would work out. So the feelings were mutual, they had 'made love' as he preferred to call out in comparison to his brothers cruder way of terming the act. What did that mean now? Would they share a bed every night? Which one? Ludwig could almost feel his head spinning with all of the questions.

Prussia grunted and wiggled down so he could nuzzle into his lover's chest. "I dun' wanna West," he whined. "I want to be able to wake up in the morning and instantly know this isn't all a dream. Besides, I'm too tired to move."

A golden brow rose. "Know this isn't a dream?" He repeated. Germany laughed at this, almost wryly. "If anyone has the right to say that, it's me."

Strong legs shifted on the couch to pull both he and the in arms brother up into a sitting position on its cushions. "We can at least move to bed," he murmured, wholly uncomfortable with falling asleep so out in the open appearing… Appearing as such. Another sigh, removing one arm from Gilbert's waist to run through his hair. "Can you let me get dressed?"

"No," the albino replied instantly as he possessively wrapped his arms around Germany's chest. "After I wake up with you covered in my dried cum, I want to be able to see the beautiful package that belongs to me."

If it was possible to spontaneously combust from unbearable embarrassment, owner of the beautiful package would have then and there. The blush that came to his face was redder than red, and the hole he wanted to climb into and never return from would have had to have been darker than dark. There was no mistaking, it brother had just said… Called it… The hand prior in his hair came to rest over his turned face. "Bruuuuuudeerrr," he moaned profusely in the humiliation of it all.

"Aw West, why didn't you call me like that as you came into me?" Prussia asked, barely keeping conscious as a sly, sleepy grin pulled at his lips. He yawned again and looked up at Germany with half lidded eyes. "Now are we going to sleep or not?"

"Halte die Klappe," was all Ludwig managed through his splayed fingers to further hide his shame, but to no avail. Still the blush was visible between them.

One at the back of him, Germany reached an arm under Gilbert's knees to then stand and hold him bridal style in their transitioning from living room to bedroom, inevitably his own. He had been unable to clean his brothers room after his seclusion – which had stood to increased the mess within three fold – and was quite unwilling to sleep there himself as well as, though he wouldn't admit, to part with the sleepy Teuton in his grasp.

Bedroom reached, he bent down to pull aside the sheets and slid he and Gilbert in between them and the mattress. Once situated Germany had his chin hooked over Prussia's head, arms round his shoulders and legs intertwined. He breathed softly, eyes barely open. "Gute Nacht," hesitation, lowering of his volume to hardly audible, "ich liebe dich."

"Ich liebe dich," Prussia instantly replied, nuzzling into the strong man next to him. His heart was bursting again, completely overflowing with love. He was with his lover. It felt wonderful. "Ich liebe dich," he whispered again as sleep pulled his eyelids shut. "Gute…nacht…West…liebe…dich…"

Once sure of the shallow breathing that hit his chest in a gentle warmth, a sigh was released and Germany began to finger the still lightly sweat damp pale strands. He moved about discreetly to allow him the chance of looking down into the smiling face of his brother snuggling into him. This could have very well been his first time seeing Prussia happy and silent at a coinciding time. Most any time he was silent it meant he was pouting about something.

"Ich… liebe…" The sentence trailed off without finish. Now that his brother was asleep and unable to see his actions, Germany felt comfortable to bring a thumb up and caress his cheek affectionately.

It was no understatement that during his childhood Gilbert had been his life. The one thing he knew and trusted in reality. Only with the Prussian was he anything but the secluded bookworm of those days. As years passed Ludwig acquired work and eventually friends to take his time and mind off of his brother. But even with these new additions he was still an ever present existence in his life. It had been obvious just how big his influence was when they were separated.

He was his everything… And again Germany returned to hugging his everything to him. There was a deep seeded need to keep him close, and an unwillingness to share. This was such a profound want, one he couldn't explain away. There was but one answer to this equation: he loved Prussia. Completely and irreversibly loved him with all his body and soul.

And with these intense emotions rolling over him, Germany fell asleep with his love in his arms and he in his.

End of Chapter Six

So… Long… UGH. This is the major chapter, y'all, for reals XD Fluff and smut. Ain't it great?

Thank cheap burritos for getting this early -_-; Stayed home on Friday as my stomach ate itself and was able to keep replying nonstop. This could attribute to being a bit less than awesome on my end, and I'm sorry. I've been trying to bring myself back to life listening to Killerpilze. Anyone have suggestions of more awesome-tastic German bands? Message us~ It may be hard to believe, but my writing is quite affected by what I listen to as I do so XD

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Attrition Warfare = is when you attempt to win the war by wearing down your enemy to the point it either collapses or surrenders under the weight of continuous losses and decreasing supplies. Thought it fitting after the little fight for top or bottom~

FICK NEIN! = FUCK NO!

Bruder, wo bist du? Wir sind hier, und es ist-! = Brother, where are you? We are here, and it is-!

Geh. Zur. Hölle = Go. To. Hell

Gott! West! Beruhige dich! = God! West! Chill out/calm down!

Ich werde dich was mein sagen-! = I will tell you what my-!

Schweinehund = Equivalent to the English 'bastard.' Direct translation is 'pig-dog'

Gottverdammt = Goddammit

Was denkst du!? = What do you think!?

Ich komme nachhause = I come home

wenn ich ihm schlage = When I hit/punch him

Meine Wand! = My wall!

Kuß? = Kiss?

Ein Kuß = A kiss

Ich liebe dich = I love you

Ich verstehe, Bruder = I understand, Brother

Gute Nacht = Good night