Aiyah, SORRY! This chapter has been RIDICULOUS. You all better love us to shreds after this thing… Well actually use your love to glue us back together cause this chapter has shredded us Dx EIGHT. That's right. EIGHT PAGES. Of what? Well read and find out but hgjar;hgaejfnhajernjrhneoruhnrjnh EIGHT FREAKING PAGES. And then there's MORE for the next chapter. I was gonna add in a teaser cliffhanger at the end but I'm TIRED and a Haya needs her sleep. But from the ways are looking right now, we're not gonna make it in time for VDay even in the latest of time zones DX The damned document manger is glitching! WHY?! We were cramming like crazy to get it done in time T.T Hell I was so tempted to cut my date short to work on this thing I'm that much of a loser… (Doesn't help boys are too stupid to realize when a girl wants to freaking make out *twitch* I swear to god next time if he doesn't make a move I'm wearing the fripping pants of this relationship… Sorry gonna shut up now, just have the need to rant about this to any and everyone dammit). Ugh so yeah. This is our wonderful Valentine's Day present to you wonderful readers we love so much *heartheartheart* *whimperspitifully* I just want to upload T.T OH SWEET JESUS IT WORKS! Just as Haya emails Go-chan an email of giving up and is about to go to sleep, she checks one more time and IT WORKS! *heartheartheart* So I was gonna make you read and find out withing, what, five paragraphs what this chapter is? But then I realized you probably need a warning. BDSM smut. That's right. B.D.S.M. Don't like? I advise you skip this chapter... The rest of you? Enjoy x3

Chapter Eight: Mutiny

A series of two weeks passed. One could say it was almost surprising how easily the two males fell into a sort of… Routine of sorts. It may be an odd thought, but it still held quite a bit of similarity to how things had existed between them prior. The Prussian made demands on the German without care, the German obliged albeit grudgingly and would blush and push away the Prussian at most of his shows of affections. Germany cooked, cleaned, and worked. Prussia… Well, he had his work cut out for him being just being the awesome Prussia! That's how it seemed, anyway. He also took upon himself the job of making his brothers hard to finish by… Well, being quite a bit more affectionate than he had been before… And this affection had a rating.

Remember that uke-complex Prussia had formed? Yeah, well, it was being put to the test those days. Every chance he got, every opening of the German's, he took in stride. With each workout Ludwig was attacked by the albino that assumed he would be too tired to fight the positioning. With each waking a Teuton rashly assumed he could take advantage of his slowness to consciousness. Germany became suspicious and paranoid every time he tried to take a shower. And, somehow, Gilbert had gotten it into his head that that pink apron of his brothers 'depleted his strength and freak once in a blue moon seme abilities' and basically molested him when it was worn. But what was the result each and every time? Germany only further proved just how dominant he truly was, leaving a certain too-egotistical albino with that much more pain in his ass, and a few other choice areas, with each failed strike.

When not under the overbearing power that was his lust Germany was very unnerved with the situation as it was. Despite his always 'topping', he was particularly submissive in most every other area and thus left him with little to no time to do as he pleased thanks to a now truly leech-like Prussian. The new life goal of the white haired man was to prove his awesomeness. As much as he loved Prussia and oh so enjoyed their copulations, something in Ludwig was beginning to get annoyed with his actions, more so just with his always interrupting him.

All the same these two were now truly a couple in most senses. Just… A quirky one. Of course, quirky being an understatement.

Take this peculiar scene for example. A certain blond was lying on his bed, seemingly asleep, which would have been normal enough if it wasn't for the handcuffs holding his arms above his head and his lack of clothing. In fact, Germany was stark naked. Not even the blankets covered his body, everything exposed to the open air. So one would wonder, where was the person – namely Prussian – who put the German in such a position? Not to worry, he was returning, just after some preparations.

Said preparations were necessary, in Prussia's mind at least, to make all of this worthwhile. Silently, he reentered Germany's room, a predatory glint in his eyes. He was several inches taller than usual, thanks to the knee high leather boots, sporting some rather tantalizing heels. It was return of the leather thong from several weeks back, but this time a studded leather belt rested on his hips. Leather suspenders were connected to the front and back of the thong; the black strips the only things covering his torso. Black, you guessed it, leather gloves adorned the albino's hands, the riding crop in his grasp almost concealed in the black grip. Sitting atop his head has a rather Nazi-esque black hat.

All of the black contrasted immensely with Prussia's pale skin. His skin seemed to almost glow as he crossed the room, practically floating on the heels. Unlike his brother, Prussia was not a 'macho-man.' His strength was a lithe strength; his muscles never growing as big as Germany's no matter how much he worked out. Thus, his limbs were slender; his muscles toned enough so his skinny body wasn't bony.

The red of his eyes was just as vibrant as his skin. They glowed in the shadows created by the visor of his hat. The hungry look that filled the red orbs only increased as he closed the distance between him and his prey. And then he was there, standing over his slumbering – and perhaps a tad drugged – lover.

Prussia placed a foot on the edge of the bed and propped his elbow on his knee, head resting in adjacent hand. Oh West, his West. What a beautiful image. He really should have brought a camera. Oh well. Prussia raised his free arm from his side, lightly touching the tip of the crop on Germany's exposed length. Ever so slowly he slid the crop up the blond's stomach, then chest, then up his neck to continuously trace his lips. "West," he cooed quietly, staring at Germany's sleeping face with a superior smile. "West, time to wake up."

The peaceful expression gave way to eyes squeezed tightly shut, mouth in a scowl, and a leg coming up at the knee to get some blood going through his body. All movements stopped in the realization of his bondage. A confused expression formed and Germany opened his eyes to glance up and see his hands in handcuffs. Just that wasn't a good sign at all. Nor was the sudden chill down his spine… Why was he naked?

That's when he felt the after effects of the drug, vision going blurry for a second and his head spinning, forcing Ludwig to shake his head quickly. "Was-?" He was positioned on his bed in a very awkward manner, half sitting up half lying down with his hands cuffed to the headboard. Utilizing his legs he pushed himself up into something more comfortable that didn't leave the metal rings digging into his wrists.

All the while it was the job of his eyes to stay away from the man watching him, Germany keeping his gaze fixed on the mattress' surface beside him with a stern and almost annoyed look. When he did finally move the narrowed orbs of ice to those of a glittering red color, they widened considerably. There was such an instantaneous rush of blood to his southern regions it was literally mind blowing, he needed a moment to collect himself, leg bending up all the more to hide the quickly stiffening shaft of his.

His chin turned, watching the Prussian from the corner of his eye. The presence of such BDSM elements was doing wonders on his already substantial sex drive. All of the books and items of this nature he owned were compounded and running through his mind nonstop, causing his breath to become labored already. Gilbert was wearing nothing more than boots, a thong, and a military cap while holding a riding crop. The stark contrast in colors, his pale skin, the dark articles, and his glowing red eyes. It was a miracle he didn't pass out from sheer sexual arousal right then and there.

"B-Bruder, you can't seriously…"

"I hope you aren't finishing that sentence West," Prussia drawled with a smirk, eyes not leaving Germany's eyes as the crop traveled to lightly tap the man's growing erection. "Because you are in no position to tell what I can and cannot do."

He pushed Germany's leg down and continued with feather light touches of the crop on his captive's hardening length. "That calls for punishment, you know."

Imagine your brain is being put through one of the most serious LSD trips that ever happened, but there's still a small smidgen of yourself left inside there and it's really doing its best to fight it off. And failing… That would be a fair representation of Ludwig's internal strife to keep sane. The material was cool against his warm cock, causing a hiss to be emitted with each contact between them. There was something very different he wanted it to be touched by right about now…

Defiant to the end and still safe from his more perverse persona, a knee came up to push away the offending stick that was slowly sapping away his rational mind. "Bruder," he just barely managed a glare.

There was a growl as Prussia whacked the offending thigh with his crop. The crop was set to the side as he placed his hands on the blond's stomach to support his weight as he brought both legs onto the bed to straddle Germany. Prussia leaned forward, his lips ghosting the German's ear, and pinched Germany's nipples as he whispered assertively, "Are you refusing me of what I want to do, West?"

"Maybe I am."

That slap to the skin did it. Blame it. The last straw was when it was used as an actual whip, to cause physical pain. The edge was long gone for Germany at this point, and he wouldn't return to it and beyond until his hunger was sedated. The hunger that now flew over his eyes in a haze and caused his breath to quicken with each strain of his nipples.

"I was hoping that was the case," Prussia hissed in reply as he took Germany's earlobe between his teeth and bit, hard. The hardened nubs in his grip were then harshly twisted as he pulled away from his captive. Kneeling over Germany, Prussia released his nipples to pick up the crop once more, hitting it into the palm of his free hand as he stared down with a smug expression.

"You will address me Meister and nothing else. You will obey my every command or there will be…" He placed the stick of the crop to Germany's neck and slowly slid the slick wood back and forth. "Retribution."

Prussia pulled the crop away with a light tap then took hold of Germany's hair with his free hand. He leaned in close, their lips mere molecules apart and asked sternly, "Understand, slave?"

"Verstanden," he responded, his gaze fixed on that of his Master wielding such a tool of punishment. Ear, nipples, and dick throbbing, Germany held a smirk to his face though an eye was closed in a wince.

"Do I not get a taste of my... Punishment?" He questioned, fists clenching and unclenching, twisting in their restraints.

The hand in Germany's hair pulled his head back, exposing his neck. Prussia scowled and tapped the leather tip of the crop against the side of his muscular neck. "Slaves do not make requests to their Meisters," he hissed, smacking the tip of the crop with a loud crack, the floppy leather wrapping around and spreading the area hit.

The crop was lowered for teeth to replace it, nipping and sucking at the reddening skin. Prussia licked the pulsing vein and leaned back, pulling Germany's head with him by the hair. "And slaves do not speak unless spoken to, verstanden?"

The pain was screwing with his mind. The pain in his neck, the pain in his stiffly standing member. Again he resorted to wincing, now down to speaking through gritted teeth. "Verstanden," he managed between a short pant, twisting his body shortly, desperate for a chance to touch, be touched more.

Prussia tutted as he let go of the blond locks, running his leather-clad fingers down the side of Germany's face to his chest. He set the crop down once more to place his other hand on Germany's stomach to balance himself as he slid down the blond's body until his mouth was directly above a pert nipple. In this new position, his leather-clothed vital regions were pressed against Germany's exposed and pulsing member. The albino couldn't help but tease his captive as he rolled his hips, knowing the friction he felt could be nothing in comparison to what Germany felt against the leather.

Smirking, Prussia ran his tongue around the nipple directly beneath him. Soon he was sucking, biting, and tugging at the sensitive skin, its twin being rolled between his fingers harshly. All the while he ground his groin into Germany. The sounds his captive made were so arousing, it took all his self control to not fuck West here and now, screw the fun of teasing him. But then he remembered his goal and resisted the urge.

Once both nipples were throbbing belief, Prussia slid down Germany's body once more. Legs straddling his thighs, Prussia sat on the blond's knees, gaze glancing from the throbbing cock in front of him and Germany's face. Slowly, a demonic grin spread across his visage as he pulled his hat off and reached inside. Out came a shining silver ring, which he began to twirl around his finger as he snickered. "Do you know what this is slave?" He asked huskily, not waiting for a reply as he dipped his head down to lick the tip of Germany's weeping cock, tasting the salt tang of pre-cum. Swiftly, the ring was slipped around the stiff member all the way to the base.

Following the ring was Prussia's mouth as he enveloped as much of Germany's shaft as he could. He bobbed his head, thoroughly coating the cock with his saliva before sucking, hard. His cheeks caved in as he rolled his tongue over the salty head, vibrations soon running through the cock as he hummed in delight.

To be reduced to this. It was humiliating, but Germany didn't have the ability to think of his humiliation. No part of his brain was left to think such rational thoughts. Its areas were far too busy rattling away in utter chaos to keep up with the numerous pleasure signals he was receiving in his being treated so. Nothing existed beyond this room, beyond them. All there was was the horrible contrast between the burning cold of the metal against his sensitive skin and the fiery tongue, mouth, teeth taking up the rest of said muscle.

Erratic, erotic, moans of desperation pealed from his frame and toes curled while being slid across the bed, body involuntarily arching into the mouth and consequently putting immense strain on the shackles that bound him. They cut into his skin. But again, he was rather preoccupied at the moment. Legs kicked, chest rose and fell.

"B-Bruder," he pleaded, cracking open a single watering eye, "bitte…"

Red eyes, which had fallen shut during his fun, shot open with a vicious glare. Prussia pulled away from Germany's shaft, cruelly scraping his teeth against the sensitive organ in the action. One hand shot out to grab his crop, whipping the blond across the face as Prussia jumped forward, grabbing blond lock in a tight grip to force Germany's head back. "What the fuck do you call me, bitch?" He hissed venomously, lips curling in a sneer.

His eyes stung with unshed tears. Heightened sensitivity was being abused to an almost brutal point. Ludwig could feel the pulsing of his shaft as well as the full pain of trailed teeth, fangs. Breathing was impaired in the position his head was held, breaths coming in gasps for air, huffs. "M-M-Meis… Meister."

"That's right," Prussia whispered as he pulled his slave's head straight again to reward him with a bruising kiss. He instantly invaded the blond's mouth with his tongue, stealing every last bit of air Germany had struggled for. Eventually, the Prussian ran out of breath and slowly pulled away, his own breath now rugged. He let out a small groan as he slowly trailed down Germany's body, trailing the succulent physique with kisses.

Once again he was positioned at the man's groin. He smiled and pulled his hat of tricks off once more. This time he pulled out a small tube as he placed it back on his head. Prussia slid further down the bed and spread Germany's legs apart. Meeting his lover's eyes with a smug look, he positioned himself between Germany's thighs and squirted the cool gel onto the exposed space above his entrance.

Prussia couldn't stop smiling as excitement coursed through his veins as he removed his gloves, throwing them to the floor in his haste. He was going to win. West was submitting to him; he was going to top. It was difficult to keep his hands from shaking with pure, unadulterated exhilaration as he grabbed one of Germany's legs and hooked it over a shoulder. With one last giddy glance at the German, Prussia pressed a finger into the cold lube and slid down into Germany's virgin hole.

Virgin indeed. There was an instant reaction. Eyes that had prior been shut tight to fight the reality of the situation all at once appeared in full and beyond to the world, wide and struggling to keep from overflowing. The gasp that ripped through his lips was a loud harsh one. Immediately he wriggled under the uncomfortable sensation, biting the inside of his cheek.

Oh that was it. This had gone far enough. Within the foreign feelings of Gilbert thrusting and wiggling his fingers Germany was unable to stand it and in a swift movement brought up the leg not riding atop Prussia's shoulder. Utilizing them both the moment he was no longer filled by Prussian digits, he applied pressure to the neck of the man between his splayed limbs.

Chest heaving, his gaze was turned to his captive. "M-Meister… Mutiny for… For but this one condition…" He flicked his bound wrists, the metal clanking shortly. "I will go along… Just… Take these off," pant, wheeze, "bitte." To add to his begging Ludwig turned his face to give a lopsided grin, licking his lips seductively between his haggard breaths. "I give you my word. I'll be good."

Prussia's first reaction was to reach for his crop and punish such a fucking awful bottom, but to his dismay, he had dropped it up by Germany's torso when sliding back down to his southern regions. He then turned a glare to his mutinous slave as he tried to pry away the legs around his neck. Words of refusal were on the tip of his tongue, but Prussia quickly realized he did not have enough air left. "Fuck no," he rasped instead, digging his nails into the legs around his neck as he tried to wiggle out of Germany's hold.

Instead of being released, Prussia felt the pressure on his airways grow stronger. Mouth agape and tongue lolling about, trying to draw in oxygen, tears of frustration and terror filled formerly smug red eyes. He was supposed to be in control dammit! Slowly, the clawing at his attacker stopped and Prussia fell limp. Tears and saliva ran down his face at he helplessly stared at Germany. He reached up to his head and grabbed his hat, pulling out a shiny key to show he was agreeing to the terms.

Upon being released, Prussia collapsed onto the mattress, heaving for air. He tried his best to keep his domineering composure, but he was shaken and the whimpers in the back of his throat didn't seem to want to stop. Panting, Prussia crawled up to the head of his bed, his boots dragging on the sheets and pulling them out of place. With a halfhearted glare to his horrible slave, he took the key to the handcuffs and unlocked them, one after the other.

Oh sweet, gullible Gilbert. The moment the restraints were loosened and tossed aside, the mutiny turned into a full out uprising. His movements harsh and eyes aglow, Ludwig forcefully shoved Prussia beneath him and held his wrists with bruising force at either side of his head, hips firmly aligned with those of the other male to press southern regions together with great pressure. Chuckling in his victory, Ludwig bent down to trail his tongue along his brother's cheek. "That was quite enjoyable, Meister, but…" A none too gentle nip to the neck, mirroring his own bruise. "It appears to be my turn." As if to prove his new power, Germany took it upon himself to initiate a rough kiss to which his tongue made it and its power very prominent.

He wanted to kick, scream, fucking hit mutinous West with all he had, but all he could do was whimper. Whimper into the pressure on his straining cock, just begging to be released from its leathery confines. Whimper into that bruising kiss that made him wiggle in a pitiful attempt to pull away and breathe. Tears streamed down from the corner of his eyes, squeezed shut from the searing pain in his lungs.

Taking the loss of breath as an advantage, their lips parted so the blond could quickly move both of the held wrists into but one of his own hands, using the other to reach down and tear the thong down pale legs, purposefully increasing the friction between its material and the pulsing muscle beneath. Once low enough around Gilbert's knees Ludwig simply brought up a foot to kick it further down and off around the feet. Soon, the ring from his own cock joined it on the floor.

"Tell me, how does it feel?" In a hiss. The spare hand ripped up to shove three of its fingers between the lips of his sex slave. The shafts of them both trembled and rubbed together, now free from any covering.

Prussia mewled and tried to push the offending fingers out of his mouth with his tongue, only succeeding in coating the digits with saliva. Already labored breathing was even more difficult with his mouth filled. He shook his head violently to dislodge the finger inside and then turned it into his shoulder, glaring at the floor as he coughed. "Fuck West," he gasped, glancing up at the blond with watery eyes. "This isn't fair…"

The salty liquid clinging to the pale lashes was taken up on Ludwig's tongue. "Nicht gerecht? Nicht gerecht? I will tell you what is nicht gerecht, mein Gefangener." Lips moved to breathe into an ear while coated fingers lowered to, without warning, shove themselves inside Prussia. "That you drugged me. You of all people should know you /don't/ mess with a man's beer. Not a German man's."

This was the single plausible explanation. The food had been prepared by him, of course, when they ate their dinner together that night, as they did every evening. But on that night Gilbert had taken it upon himself to serve up their drinks. Beers. Germany cursed his naivety.

"And now will be your retribution."

Pain tinged with pleasure ran through Prussia's spine, making him throw his head back into the pillow and struggle to release his hands. So what he drugged West's beer? It was for a good cause! His toes curled in his boots, the heels digging deep into the mattress. "Fuck West, fuck." Whimpering, he opened his eyes to look up at his captor. "I almost won..."

"Almost, almost." A harsh flick of his wrist, twirling the fingers deeply lodged inside of him. "As hard as you try to gain control," bending down, stationed between the other mans legs, he blew cool air across the tip of his engorged shaft, "you do so appear to enjoy it the other way around."

Germany was seated on his knees, slipping greatly moistened fingers to bring them up to his lips, lapping up the liquids present greedily while continuing to gaze down upon Prussia with glazed over blue eyes. This hand came up to guide one of the pale legs at his side to ride atop his hip then allowing it to be placed firmly palm down on the mattress. Its partner finally released its pair of prisoners to mirror its other on the other side of an albino's torso. Little time was allowed for Gilbert to react before the divining rod between them, Germany's member, was thrust inside and fully sheathed.

An ear piercing scream filled the room, its owner arching in pain as his newly released hands flew to his sides, nails digging into the mattress. His silver hair was matted to his forehead, a mixture of sweat and his now gone cap. The black suspenders had popped off when Germany pulled the thong away and now dangled from the arching Prussian's shoulders. Hitched breaths replaced Prussia's scream as he fell back into the mattress, as well as he could at least. Looking up at Germany with pitiful eyes, he whimpered and moaned, "West."

"Was, Bruder?" Between ragged breaths Germany spoke, long past messed hair hardly hiding the shine of raw lust in his gaze. There was no movement, simply remaining there, buried within Prussia's heat, arms firmly grounded at the palms just alongside those of the albino beneath him. A smirk, now. "Was?"

"Fuck West!" He screeched, bucking his hips with a strangled whimper. "You've won already, stop fucking torturing me and move."

"Warum?" Ignore that he was going mad with need as well, member twitching madly. A slow, gradual, deliberate thrust. "You had your way with me."

"I," Prussia gasped as he swung his other leg around Germany's waist, moving his arms to support himself. "Don't," was grunted as he pulled back, moaning at the movement. "Care!" He yelled, slamming himself with all his might onto the German.

A bitten back groan. Seeing stares, Germany had to take a second to catch himself. A shaky breath before he returned with his own deep reaching shove, gaining a fast and hard rhythm with relative ease.

In comparison to all of their prior copulations, this was the most passionate, by far. If passion can be directly translated to roughness. If that be the case, I do believe these two invented the meaning of passion on this very night. With the muscles tightening around him and coming to meet him in each shift with their own respective amount of power to their movements Germany returned in kind with a greater, deeper thrust than before. Bedsprings squealed in protest and bedposts became very well acquainted with the wall. Maybe too well in some areas, the banging only adding to the shameless moans to add more depth to the created soundtrack of their lovemaking.

With Germany relentlessly pounding into him, it came as no surprised the Prussian was quickly pressed deep into the shaking bed. His childish obsession with 'winning' and being on top was completely forgotten in place of his need for pleasure. Only his legs around Germany's waist keeping him in place, Prussia's hands slowly trailed up his body, letting out a loud, guttural moan as Germany found his sweet spot. Sweet fuck damn it felt so good. It was like electricity running through his veins, sending his mind into worlds beyond.

His neglected cock found itself a quivering hand as its mate tweaked a Prussian nipple. Almost frantically, Prussia pumped his member in tune with Germany's deep thrusts. He could feel himself building up to his climax, fast. And damn, he was going to make the best out of coming if he did before Germany. Unabashed and wanton moans consumed Prussia as his senses were overloaded.

Not a gap, not even a shortening of his movements in Ludwig's leaning down to press his lips into Gilbert's ear. He whispered huskily, "scream for me," within his thrusts. Breaths were hot huffs, now being rained down upon Gilbert's ear and cheek. Bodies were casting sweat about them. Another sound, that of sweat soaked hips slapping, slamming into the others, was added to the symphony.

Oh that did it. Those three simple words were enough to send the writhing Prussian over the edge. Stars and white explosions filled his vision and he cried out, putting his shout from earlier to shame. He arched into Germany and his hands flew from their respected spots to wrap around the blond's torso. His nails dug into the skin to anchor himself as his cock twitched and his seed covered their fronts explosively, his muscles tightening around Germany as he cried out in sheer ecstasy.

A new found tendency of his, Ludwig turned his head that short distance needed so he could bite into the white and inviting shoulder at his own impending orgasm started in a succession of Prussia's. The deep groan was muffled by the skin and teeth, and his spray of semen equally held and confined to the hole in which it had made itself home. But it soon overflowed, for he continued his deep thrusts, riding out the bliss of it all in stride.

Panting heavily - the mental high of his climax still strong - Prussia clung to his lover, knowing he had no strength to hold himself up if he let go. "Fuck it West, fuck," he gasped as he shook his head repeatedly. "Why, why do you make being bottom…" Prussia paused to think and gasp for air until he whispered sheepishly, "So enjoyable?"

And the other was still high on life and sex as well… Mostly the latter. He slid out of the used and dripping cave, simultaneously licking at the angry bite mark he had left behind. From there he moved onto his side, careful to pry Prussian legs from his frame so as to not crush them, so the two were facing each other and he had the ability to hug a spent albino to his chest with the gruff hum of a contented chuckle. He kissed the sweaty forehead, "same reason you simply must be so sexy," he replied.

Prussia scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Says the irresistible fuck himself," he muttered burying his head into Germany's shoulder. He closed eyes, more than ready to fall asleep, and started to pull his legs up when he realized there was a problem. "West," he whined, looking up with pleading eyes. "I don't feel like moving, take my boots off for me!"

As his breathing had shallowed out Germany began to calm. This demand more or less returned him to his often enough annoyed self. Blinking down at the begging face, he simply sighed. "Not to mention there's a high possibility I'd find those digging into my side in the morning, knowing you… That would not be appreciated." And so he released his love, sitting up and shifting down the mattress to manage in easier work on the job.

This was a hard task indeed, removing those blasted things. "You would choose lace up boots, Bruder," he murmured, items putting up a fair fight and causing him great pains to loosen. When the chore was completed he neatly placed them on the floor, and while at the edge of the bed tugged up blankets to be cast of their naked bodies. "Happy now?" He asked, again pressing the man into his chest and nuzzling his nose into his hair.

"Mmm, much better," Prussia yawned and curled into his lover. "That was fun West, we should have fun like that more often, just with a slight change and then it'd be perfect~"

"Good luck with that 'slight change,' " Ludwig responded in a long exhale of air. Lids weighted down, he finally closed them.

One last thing, though. A sort of habit he had taken up. "Ich liebe dich." He said it every time.

End of Chapter Eight

It's Valentines somewhere~

So we're late for many time zones XD So sorry, peoples. I mean, I stayed home most of the day, not like I went out . Too freaked out by this holiday. Why does it have to be roses you give out on Valentines? Why can't it be tulips? . I'm not allergic to tulips

EIGHT PAGES of pure smut people o.o Do you have any idea what that does to your mind? My brain just up and ran off a bunch of times. Haya and I resorted to smexy pics and PMVs to bring us back near the end. Because, ya know, up late… NOT doing APUSH homework .; Shhh, don't tell anybody

Meister = Master

Verstanden = Sort of like, 'understood,' a military response I believe

Nicht gerecht? = Not fair?

mein Gefangener = My prisoner

I do believe that's the shortest amount of translations yet o.O I did leave out some of the ones I use often enough, like warum, was, bitte, and ich liebe dich, but still… XD Ha, no France, Spain, or Italys. Only German! Bwahahahahahahahaha! *dies*