A/N: Current date chapter ~ I started it a while ago (and finished it some time later) that's why they aren't arguing about Nuclear Power Plants XD That stuff with the Martinet was Akky's idea and a picture of that thing can be found here: (Plus some German text about it) arte. tv/de/Alle-Rubriken/3491436

Uhm... That was the last chapter that's currently planned. So ... idk ... it's a bit open in the end, so perhaps I'll do one/more chapters. I want to see Gilbert happy XP Und Francis' Höhenangst will ich auch mal beschreiben. Strasbourg oder Ulm, das ist hier die Frage. (I so can't put that sentence into English XD)

~*2011*~

"Okay, what was this just now?" Francis demanded to know as soon as they entered their hotel room after the meeting.

Ludwig shrugged. "I don't know what you mean," he replied, trying to look innocent. He knew exactly what this was about, though. They had just been to the meeting of the UN Security Council, in which Ludwig had abstained from voting about whether or not there should be sent military forces to Libya or not.

"Have you fallen for the communists now?" Francis went on without even listening. "Hadn't it been you who said that Europe needs to speak with one voice in foreign affairs? And now you're the only one who doesn't vote with the rest of us! Even Arthur did as I proposed! Go and hug those communists if you like Ivan and Yao over me!"

"You know exactly that I didn't abstained for the same reasons as they did," Ludwig sighed. "I just don't want to get involved in another war. And you know that this is a delicate issue. I can't just interfere with the domestic policy of a sovereign state. Not with my background."

"Oh, come on! You have done that before!" Francis accused him, raising his index finger to stop Ludwig before he could say a word to defend himself. "I'm not talking about WWII, stupid, I talk about Yugoslavia. Don't tell me you don't remember because we both know what ruckus it created in your parliament. First foreign deployment of your Bundeswehr and stuff."

"That was something different," Ludwig murmured. Deep down, he agreed with Francis, but having grown uncomfortable with everything that had to do with the military, he couldn't take the responsibility to agree. "That was a war, not a civil war like in Libya. And we don't know yet what we are doing there. See, Francis, I understand your point. You had your colonies down there, you know, or at least knew, the people." He didn't want to talk about Libya like that. Too many bad memories where linked to that place. The last time his troops had been there was about 70 years ago. And he didn't want something like that happen ever again. "Don't get me wrong, I want to help. I want to help rebuilding afterwards and I want the people there to be at peace. But I don't want to get involved in yet another war."

"Then don't. The resolution had nothing to do with this, though!" Francis snapped. "It's always the same with you! If it'd been Alfred's idea, you would have hurried to join!"

"Oh, great, that again," Ludwig groaned. "Sure, I never get dragged along with you. Remember the helicopters you sold to Libya? Guess who helped you building them?"

"That's something totally different," Francis replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Airbus is as much yours as it is mine."

"Sure, it's yours when you need it and it's mine if they need money, just as always," Ludwig growled.

Francis turned to face him. "What do you mean by that?"

Ludwig looked away from him. "Nothing," he shrugged. "It's just that you could help me, too, for a change."

Francis raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not Europe's piggy bank."

"Excuse me?"

"You know what I mean. I pay for over a quater the goddamn Eurorettungsschirm. 30 billion euro more than you, about 120 billion in total, Francis, and most of it will add to my debt!" Ludwig accused Francis.

"You wanted the Euro, too!" Francis tried to defend himself, a little less confident then he had hoped. He knew, that Ludwig was a little … well, touchy, when it came to his former currency.

"I never did," Ludwig growled. "I wanted to keep my Mark and you know that you were the reason why I agreed to a common currency in the first place. She was the only thing I had to be proud of after the war." Francis raised an eyebrow at the wrong pronoun but stayed silent. "And if the Euro fails, I'll hold you responsible for it."

"Why me?"

"Because perhaps Bruder was right!"

Francis blinked. Suddenly, he felt very numb. He had thought they had agreed that whatever Gilbert said about their relationship should be ignored in the first place. This stung!

Ludwig, too, noticed what he had just said. "Francis... I'm sorry. I didn't want to… Listen, I'm sorry. I'll go and blow off some steam before I say something stupid again, okay?" he stammered hopelessly. He would have fled the room, if Francis hadn't caught hold of his shirt and held him back.

"Wait," he whispered. Something about his voice alarmed Ludwig but he couldn't tell why. He stopped but didn't dare to turn around. "Louis, mon ami, what did you just say?" he demanded to know, his voice low but persistent.

Ludwig shook his head. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he could deny what he just say and get away with it. There was not much hope, though.

"You just said that Gilbert was right about us," Francis repeated. So much for denying. Ludwig's back started to tingle in anticipation of a danger soon to come. He knew that he had made his lover very angry.

"I told you I'm sorry!" he exclaimed.

"That's not enough," Francis replied. "But I'm sure you could make up for it." He pulled Ludwig down with himself onto their bed.

Ludwig gulped. He didn't like the look in Francis's eyes, not at all. "Make up for it? How –?" Ludwig couldn't finish his sentence as Francis's lips were pressed on his. Ludwig struggled against the kiss, but in vain. He understood what Francis was aiming at. His searching hands which started to unbutton Ludwig's shirt proved it.

He didn't struggle for long, though. Francis knew his weak points exactly and how to make him give in. Just a few licks, some strokes over his bare chest and Ludwig opened his lips for Francis. He hated himself for this, but what Francis was doing felt too good to stop now.

He could go back to being angry at him after this anyway.

Right now, the kisses were more important. Ludwig was so distracted by Francis's lips that he didn't notice that his lover was stripping him for quite a while. Skilled hands soon opened Ludwig's shirt, pulled it down his shoulders to his wrists.

Not before Francis opened his belt, Ludwig broke the kiss. He remembered still being angry at his lover now. But he couldn't make him stop.

Mostly, because his hands were tied up with his own shirt around his wrists and he wasn't able to free himself.

"Francis!" he snapped. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" Francis smirked. Ludwig had never liked this dirty grin and he still didn't – in this moment less then ever. "I make you pay for what you said. And I'll show you that this"– he stroked over Ludwig's bare chest, which made him moan – "has nothing to do with politics. Or your brother. This is just between you and me."

Ludwig knew his lover had a point there – but he was not ready to admit that just now. "Let me go!" he groaned. "There's no need to – rape – me!"

Once again he tried to get rid of his shirt around his wrists. It creaked but didn't give in.

"Don't, mon cher," Francis hummed. "You want this as much as I do. So why stop here?"

He kissed Ludwig's cheek, stroking down his belly to his open pants. There was no way to deny his excitement. He didn't like being tied up like this, but, well, in the beginning he hadn't liked the thought about Francis topping him either – and now he knew how gentle Francis was. Ludwig guessed he had just to trust Francis on this – he hadn't much of a choice anyway.

But instead of touching him where he wanted most to be touched, Francis changed the direction of his strokes just at the rim of his pants to let his hands wander along it instead of going any further down. Ludwig moaned in annoyance. Francis was always such a tease. But right now he couldn't do anything against it. He had to wait until the other wanted to go further.

Francis, though, understood how to make him feel better even by only touching his chest, stroking over his muscles and sucking at his nipples. It appeared to Ludwig that Francis was in a hurry today. Far sooner than usual, he got bored of playing and pulled down Ludwig's pants and shorts. He flipped him over, so Ludwig laid now on his chest and knees. And his butt was right in front Francis.

Usually, Francis would now go on with what Ludwig called teasing and what Francis himself called L'art d'aimer. One thing about Francis that drove him almost crazy and still didn't want to miss.

Today was really different. Francis didn't waste a second on teasing but rummaged for some time someplace Ludwig couldn't see in his current position. When Francis was back on the bed, Ludwig threw a quick glance over his shoulder. He saw a bottle of lube in Francis's hand and that his lover had just placed something on the bed he couldn't see. With growing effort he watched Francis getting out a good amount of the lube and warming it in his hands. He knew what was to come next, he just wasn't ready for it yet.

He had grown used to all the teasing and Francis being all gentle and lovey-dovey that he couldn't imagine it being any different now. The ties were new and Ludwig hadn't minded, and now this? This was going a bit too fast for Ludwig's liking. And yet he didn't protest. Not even a bit.

Because the way Francis now grabbed his hips and rubbed over his entrance was too promising to tell him to stop just now. Judging by the look in Francis's eyes, it wouldn't be heard anyways.

Francis pressed his finger against Ludwig's entrance, not as probing against it as he normally would but forceful inside him. Ludwig moaned, both in pain and pleasure. He pushed his butt slightly back, to feel Francis's finger deeper inside him.

He didn't mind this unusual pace anymore. All he wanted now was to feel more. Being tied up made things just more interesting. He was defenseless against Francis who took full advantage out of it. Francis took out the finger after only a few minutes to replace it a second later by two. Ludwig hadn't even the time to miss the pressure. Skilled as he was, Francis soon started scissoring Ludwig's entrance to prepare him for more. Ludwig moaned in anticipation what was to happen next.

Suddenly, Francis pulled back and let Ludwig in this state.

Ludwig growled. He hoped that Francis wouldn't dare to stop here, now. This would be worse than any torture he could think of right now.

"Francis," he moaned, pushing back his butt to encourage the other to continue. His lover clicked his tongue.

"Remember what I told you about making up for your words and make you pay for it, mon cher?" Francis hummed.

Ludwig nodded. If punishment meant that Francis would continue to fuck him, he didn't mind. Once again, he tried to rip his shirt but it still did no good.

"You know what one did with bad children at my place until a few years ago?" Francis whispered, leaning down close to Ludwig's ear for him to hear.

Ludwig gulped. Indeed, he knew. There had always been rumors about it around. Corporal punishment of that kind had been abolished in Francis's house about 30 years ago. And still people told stories about some sort of whip being presented in French households to scare the kids. Of course, no one knew whether they were still in use or not.

"Seems like you know what I'm talking about, chouchou," Francis smiled. It was a cold, yet lustful smile which send ice-cold shivers down Ludwig's spine, but still a smile. He took the object he had placed on the bed before. As Ludwig had feared it really was a martinet.

"Nein...," Ludwig gasped. "Francis, please … don't!"

It was too late, though. He got smacked only seconds later. It hurt as if Francis had beaten with all his power. The pain had barely worn off when he got smacked again and again. Ludwig tried to suppress a whimper but in vain.

Francis looked so sexy when he was upset, Ludwig thought after a quick glance over his shoulder. The smack, that followed immediately afterwards was almost as a punishment for this stupid thought.

"Will you ever, ever again claim that Gilbert was right about us?" Francis hissed, when he paused in his smacking for a second.

Ludwig shook his head as fast as he could. "No, I won't," he yelled. Gott, why did Francis had to stop again? Couldn't he just keep going for once?

"Will you ever again claim that politics has an influence on our personal life?" Francis went on with that stupid interrogation.

Perhaps, if he'd give the wrong answer, Francis might hit him again. Ludwig wouldn't admit it right away, but he liked this. A lot. "Maybe," he panted.

Just as thought, this reply earned him another smack to his already bright red butt. "Quoi, mon cher?" Francis said.

" … I meant: Non, Monsieur," Ludwig said.

"Good," Francis whispered. He was satisfied and just about to put the martinet away, when he heard Ludwig mumbling something.

"Er … could you please continue? … I actually quite liked it," his lover said, almost inaudible.

Francis pulled his eyebrows together. "Vraiment?" he asked, completely stunned. He had heard rumors about Ludwig being into this kind of thing. They had never tried it before, though. Ludwig had never brought it up and Francis hadn't want to since he didn't appreciate it much to be beaten in bed. This, on the other hand … if his lover wanted it so badly, Francis guessed he could do as requested. It'd be a waste, if they wouldn't continue to play with this toy now anyways.

"Beg for it," Francis smirked.

So he wanted power games, huh? Ludwig was ready to give in to anything right now, though. As long as Francis went on doing something it was fine for him.

"Please, Francis, please continue," he whimpered. "I want it, Francis, I want it so bad."

Francis hummed. If his lover begged this much, it couldn't hurt to try. Or well, it would, but it wouldn't hurt him. Perhaps it'd even be real fun. 70 years ago, he'd given anything to have his former enemy begging at his feet. Now, though, it meant to hurt his lover.

He let the whip brush lightly over Ludwig's skin. He was rewarded with an annoyed pant so he decided that the soft variant was obviously not the right one to please his darling. He hit him once again, just to prove himself that this wasn't that much fun anymore. It really wasn't.

"You want it, chéri?" he asked softly. He wouldn't tell what it was but this seemed a fair question to him.

Ludwig nodded fast. What ever it was he wanted it. As long as it didn't mean to stop right now.

Francis took the whip away from him for a second. It cost him quite an effort to enact this plan. He turned the martinet in his hand so that he held it the wrong way, the long handle pointing towards Ludwig and the leather bands brushing over his wrist.

He took a deep breath. This wouldn't hurt, he could do it and he could bear it if Ludwig would look like he was in pain. This wasn't his first time doing this. It wasn't bad. Ludwig would like it … Francis tried to calm himself down a bit. It didn't work much.

An agitated groan brought him back from his thoughts to reality. Right, over thinking this would do no good. They were both too aroused to stop and if Ludwig wanted this he had to know what he was asking for.

Slowly and with as much care as he could muster, he pushed the handle of the whip inside. Ludwig groaned loudly. Francis pushed in deeper which made his lover cling to the sheets. Maybe toys weren't that bad at all. A few times, he pushed the handle deep in and then out again, bringing his lover nearer and nearer to the point of pure bliss.

His lover looked not at all as in pain as Francis had expected. In fact, he looked like he even enjoyed it. That was good, though – Francis took the whip away and placed it on the bed – he wanted to feel him, too.

Without hesitating, he grabbed his love's hips and rammed into him. He could feel him arching back against him in need as he slowly started to move. His movements sent shivers though his dear's body. Soon, Ludwig started to tremble a bit.

"Francis~" he moaned. He was already only too close to relief. It wouldn't take much for him now. Francis knew that, he could see and feel it. He himself was not much of a difference. He, too, needed only a little push until it would be over for now.

Francis pushed inside all the way for a last time. He felt Ludwig twitching and getting tighter around him. This was all he needed to cum himself.

They both collapsed on the bed, panting. As Francis rolled of him, Ludwig turned to him and hugged him.

"I'm really sorry, Liebling," he murmured. "I shouldn't have said that. Bruder's opinion on us is just stupid. He's jealous or something, I guess. I'd never think for real that I wasn't supposed to be with you."

Francis patted him awkwardly. Gosh, did he find it confusing when Ludwig was always that apologetic. "Don't worry, ma chéri," he told him and wrapped his arms around the younger man. "I know you wouldn't mean that. But don't say it ever again." He paused for a second. "And stop visiting Italy that often. You know, there are also many nice places at my house and that wouldn't rekindle the hopes of your brother …"

Ludwig sighed. "Felciano is just a friend," he explained for what felt like the thousandth time. "I don't tell you to stop visiting Antonio, do I? But you could accompany me the next time. Feliciano asks me all the time about you, anyway."

"He asks you about me?" Francis blinked. "Why would he do that?"

"How would I know what's going on in Feliciano's mind," Ludwig yawned. "He asks about you almost as much as he asks me about Gilbert or as he asks his brother about Antonio."

"Curious," Francis murmured.

Ludwig nodded sleepily and cuddled a bit closer to Francis.

"Wait, you said he asks you also about Gilbert?" Francis asked after a while.

Ludwig shrugged. He was too tired to think of what Feliciano might or might not be thinking by asking these questions. "Perhaps he likes Bruder or something. I don't know and I don't want to know. But if they're start going out, they have my blessings," he murmured, closing his eyes to signal his lover that he wanted to sleep now.

"You really should ask him about this," Francis said.

He got no reply, though, as Ludwig was already fast asleep.