Chapter 3: Never Let Go

Authors Note: I do not like this chapter. It is funky. And short (I'll promise to make them longer). I'm sorry the update came so late! But still, hope you enjoy even though I don't.

Austria stood outside the restaurant portion of the hotel. He shivered violently and stamped his feet to keep warm. Whyisitsogoddamncold?Itwassunnyandwarmthismorning.He tried to keep his teeth from chattering, failing miserably.

Unable to stand still anymore, he yanked his phone from his pocket and pressed the cold metal to his face.

"H-Hungary," he stammered. "I'm meeting a f-friend for dinner, and I'll be home tomorrow morning. Sorry for leaving so fast."

"It's alright," Hungary said. Austria heard her in the background, watching television. "What's that clattering noise?"

"It's v-v-very cold," he said, unable to talk without biting his tongue off. "Good night, dear."

"Good night, Austria."o

"Roderich!" He heard, and turned to find Switzerland hurrying toward him.

The young man was dressed only in his uniform, his blonde hair slightly frizzy from the static in the air. His eyes were bright, however, and lit up when they saw Austria.

"Im sorry," he said as he approached.

"Don't be," Austria said. He smiled. "Let's go get checked in."

As they passed under the lights of the doorway, Austria saw something in Switzerland's eyes. It seemed almost like fear, but it was only present for an instant.

After an agonizingly long wait (due to a lazy clerk and a humongous line), they had entered a room. Austria shed his coat and sighed. The warmth of the room thawed him as he collapsed into a chair, exhaustion getting the best of him.

"Sit," he said to Switzerland, gesturing to the seat opposite him. He sat forward as Switzerland sat, uncomfortably twisting his thumbs together.

"So, Switzerland," he said. "What I want to know is, what exactly is going on here?"

Switzerland took a deep breath. "I said I was sorry. I just-I couldn't get you out of my head. I had to, I don't know, do something about it, you know?"

"I agree," Austria said, reaching a hand across to Switzerland. The young man took it with a tentative smile.

Seeing Switzerland's cheeks burn red in the firelight, Austria felt a pang of sadness. He couldn't give up Hungary to be with Switzerland...

But this passion with Switzerland wasn't something he could let go of either.

Austria was brought out of his thoughts when he felt the rush of Switzerland's lips ghost over his. He brought his hand up to cup the back of Switzerland's head, entwining his fingers in his blond locks, pulling him closer so the blonde was straddling him in the chair. They kissed softly, not wanting anything more than the taste of each other's mouth. But, as all kissing does, it didn't stay that way for long.

Switzerland's breathing began to grow ragged, and he moved a hand to the ruffles of Austria's collar, seeking the buttons of his shirt. Austria moaned into Switzerland's mouth, searching deftly for his tongue, and as he did, the first button of Austria's shirt was undone. Switzerland slipped a hand inside the cloth, feeling the toned muscles of Austria's chest beneath his fingers. Slightly scraping his nails over the older man's skin, Switzerland slid Austria's jacket and shirt of. Austria gasped as the blast of warmth from the fire spread across his skin.

"Switzerland," he breathed, gripping the young man by his shoulders.

"The name's Vash," Switzerland said. "Roderich?"

"Yes?" Austria asked. He felt pleasure at the use of his name, and felt somehow closer to the boy now that he could address him by his real name.

"I like you," Vash said, looking into his partner's eyes, a little bit awed at the amazing color.

Roderich stared back. "I like you too," he said.

Vash smiled.

"Then we can have this?" He asked, gesturing to the two of them. "At least for a while?"

"Yes," Austria said, his voice growing stronger. "I know that I shouldn't...but I won't let go of you, Vash. Ever."

Switzerland replied exactly how Austria hoped he would. He moved his lips to Austria's neck, dragging his teeth over his skin. Austria shivered, holding him closer as Switzerland's nibbled on a piece of skin that held a vein.

Maybe if they had heard the footsteps outside the hall, or the ear being pressed against the door, things might have been a bit better. But, lost in each other's touch, they didn't.

And that is when things were essentially fucked.

Forever.

With a click of keys in a lock and the bang as the door hit the wall, the door swung open to reveal Hungary, with fire burning in her eyes. Tears countered the anger, and she strode across the room to grab Switzerland's shoulder and yank him away from her husband onto the floor.

"You lying, cheating, pig," she snarled, and slapped Austria. "Bastard!"

"Hungary-what-" he stammered, glancing, in a panic, at Switzerland. The young man shook his head.

"Out with a friend, bah!" Hungary howled, slapping him again. "I went to Switzerland's house to thank him for pulling back his troops, and what do I find? Aservantwhotellsmehe'soutgettinghisjollieswithAustria."

Switzerland squeezed his eyes shut on the floor as Hungary raged at the stunned Austria. Thiscouldn'tbehappening...

"I hope you're happy," Hungary screamed, delivering a swift kick to his temple. His ears rang as Austria fell out of his chair and held him, yelling his name into his ear.

"Don't bother coming home," Hungary snapped, and stormed out of the room, throwing the keys at the countries sitting on the floor.

"I'm so sorry," Switzerland whispered, feeling a trickle of blood slide into his mouth.

The world went black, and Switzerland, despite the passion he felt for Austria, could not help but be overcome with regret.

oOo

Germany woke up with his hair sticking to his forehead and an enormous pressure on his chest. He groaned. God,whatwas that? He looked up to find Russia's head on his chest.

The country was sleeping soundly, his pale lashes brushing over his cheekbones. He was dressed in a white wifebeater and shorts, his legs stretching out over the bed and intertwining with Germany's. Ludwig smiled, but felt slightly strange at not waking up with Italy in his bed. He ran his hand though Russia's hair.

"Ivan, wake up," Germany said.

Ivan's eyelids fluttered to reveal his purple eyes shining bright, sleep only hindering their luster by a small amount.

"Mm," he muttered, stretching out along the bed. "Good morning."

"Same to you," Ludwig said. He got out of bed with a small shiver at the cold floor pressed against his toes. Walking to his dresser and grabbing his bottle of hair gel, he was about to slick back his hair like he usually did when a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Don't," Russia said, as Germany turned to look at him. "I like your hair down."

Germany hesitated, staring up at the larger country.

"For me, Ludwig?"

Slightly grimacing, Ludwig set the bottle down. Russia smiled, putting his hands around Germany's waist and pulling the blond towards him. Germany's breath hitched as his hips slid toward Russia's. Russia leaned down to nuzzle Germany's neck.

"Why is this so strange to you?" He murmured into his ear. "Why do you start like this when I touch you?"

Germany stretched his head up to give Ivan more access to his neck. "No ones ever really...lovedme before. It's a new feeling. I'm glad I have it now, though."

"I like to think so," Russia said.

oOo

America woke up blindfolded, naked, gagged and handcuffed to a headboard.

IsupposeIshouldn'tbesurprised, he thought.

Taking Belarus back to his house wouldn't be considered the best idea in the world, but America wasn't lying when he said she had the best mouth he'd ever seen. And now he was in thisfix. Half of this stuff wasn't even his!

He heard footsteps outside the room, and strained to see through the blindfold. He could just make out the light from the door as it opened, and the shape of a female figure.

"Good morning, Mr. America," he heard Belarus purr.

Shit.

"As you may have noticed, you are in a slightly compromising position," she drawled, and America felt her move towards him. She stopped at the edge of the bed. The blindfold covering his eyes got a little bit darker as she leaned over him. Through the blindfold, America could almost see her. Was she...?

Holy crap, she was. Belarus was standing naked over him, her breasts barely grazing his chest.

Shit, America thought again, as he began to grow hard. There was absolutely no way to hide it, for know he felt that his feet were tied to the end of the bed. He wasn't used to being exposed, vulnerable like this. It was scaring him shitless.

"Excited, are we?" Belarus said, making her fingers walk across his chest.

She tweaked one of his nipples, and he jerked under her hands, wrists straining against the cuffs. She laughed, a cruel, hard laugh that made America squirm, skittish as a horse in a shooting range. "Well, you'll have to wait a little longer, Mr. America. You must be punished for touching my brother, and my punishments do not end quickly."

Belarus left the room, leaving America in an outright panic on the bed. His old girlfriend liked bondage, and his legs were always red and sore afterwards, so he wasn't quite as afraid as he thought he would be. But this was Belarus. Creepy, pervy, utterly batshit crazy Belarus (who had given him the best blowjob of his life, but that didn't matter in his current position).

There was no way he was getting out of this alive.

Fuck.