Ludwig wished what he was seeing in room 183 was nothing but his imagination going into overdrive. Kiku and Alfed's lips locked into a passionate kiss. The Japanese man hastily broke away from the American in a moment of panic and snapped his head at Ludwig's devastated expression. A sudden sensation of guilt gnawed in Kiku's stomach knowing that he had witnessed the kiss.

"L-Ludwig-san…" His lips trembled as he bowed and clasped his hands together into a prayer. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!" The rest of Kiku's words began to sound muffled as the blonde tried to bring himself out from his frozen mind. How could Kiku do this to him? He said he had a problem with his relationship with Ludwig but he promised they could start over once he's gotten over that hurdle. So had that promise been a lie? The German mentally slapped himself. Of course it had to be a lie! He'd just seen their lips planted against each other and Japan looked as though he enjoyed it before he heard Ludwig's voice. So then had the last two months been a lie too? Maybe was the answer. There were times when he could tell Kiku's smiles were genuine when he was with him. The warmth he felt from his radiance was proof of that. And this radiance was the reason why the German couldn't bring himself to be angry at the submissive Kiku, who was at the mercy of his glare. Finally, Alfred broke the cold, long silence.

"Hey, what's wrong with you two? You both just suddenly went pale." He inquired and placed his hands on the Japanese shoulders. Ludwig half hoped that Japan would pull away from Alfred and ask him to leave while apologising for any inconvenience caused. But all the dark haired man did was cross his right hand over and touched the American's hand on his left shoulder. His eyes expressed sadness as though he apologised for not keeping his promise. Only one thought traversed through Germany's mind as he shared the same devastation.

The relationship with Kiku is over.

The German cleared his throat and prepared to leave. "Um… I'm sorry to have disturbed you. I'll see you tomorrow." His voice wavered.

"Hai," Kiku's dark brown eyes stared at the ground and nodded his head slightly. And with that, Ludwig exited through the door and shut it, leaving a sombre Japanese man and a confused American standing in the middle of the room.

"I wonder what's up with him," The honey blonde man's arms overlapped Kiku's chest. The other man sighed and clung onto the American limbs.

"I think both of us have found love in each other while hurting someone else in the process." He mumbled.

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Ludwig lied on his bed staring at the ceiling with unfocused eyes. He hadn't shown any kind of emotion since he arrived at his home. He must have managed to supress his feelings of sorrow but in return, the only thing he could feel was numbness. Not even Feliciano could stir him from his dazed state with his cheerfulness and that usually provoked some kind of reaction from the German. His mind drew at nothing but the scene that met his eyes; Kiku, the man he loved for two months snogging Alfred's face off. The worst part was that he seemed to have solved his problem by going out with someone else. Sure, Kiku could feel better after his guilt trip but rejection still left Ludwig with a dull pain in his chest. So this must be what a broken heart feels like he thought to himself, although he hadn't shed any tears yet. Maybe the rejection hadn't sunk in yet and is waiting to strike when he would least expect it. After all, love came at unexpected times so why would pain be any different? Damn, if he burst into tears in the middle of the meeting tomorrow, he'll have a lot to answer for. No-one, not even Feliciano had ever seen him cry and Ludwig wasn't intending to start any time soon. Putting that aside though, he planned in his head about how he should approach Kiku about the problem that occurred. Talking to him calmly in a private place was a start. Definitely saying how he felt after witnessing Japan embrace Alfred with the same passion he shared with him was another good idea. He began scripting in his head what he could say to him tomorrow when-

"Vest! You're most awesome bruder has come to see you!"

"Great," Ludwig huffed in his head. "Just vhat I don't need at zis moment." The blonde made the effort of sitting upright to see his silver haired brother bearing his toothy grin.

"I heard from Feli zat you've been on a downer and not come downstairs since you've arrived home. So he called me, your awesome bruder, to see vhat is up vith you," Gilbert placed his hand on his chest; showing off what he considered his awesomeness.

"Vell you vasted your time coming here for nossing," Ludwig placed his feet onto the wooden floor and broke his eyes from Gilbert, who decided to counter it by sitting next to him making Ludwig feel less than comfortable.

"Aww, come on Vest! It hurts me when you say zat. After all, Feli called me because he vas vorried about you and as your bruder, I have every vight to be concerned about you too."

"I'm fine Gilbert," Ludwig folded his arms defensively and tried directing his attention away from his brother. "I'm just a little stressed out."

"Vell I know exactly vhat vill get rid of zhe stress and zat is beer!" Gilbert proclaimed as he wrapped his arm around the blonde's shoulders.

"Glibert, I'm not going to get myself drunk," Ludwig rolled his icy blue eyes. "I can't afford to anyvay because I still have to go to the conference meeting tomorrow."

"But beer solves everyzing!" The silver haired man threw his arms up in the air. "You have got learn to relax and not sink so much! Zat's vhy your head hurts all zhe time! I can see it hurts vight now!"

"Gilbert, I'd rather be left alone to sink at zis time," Ludwig gave him a cold stare from the corner of his eyes.

"Aww come on! Not even for vone beer?" Gilbert pouted his lips. "I promise you'll be up at zhe crack of dawn zhe next morning after you've had some drinks down ya! Come on! You know you vant to!" He nudged Ludwig's shoulder with his elbow hoping he would break him.

"Alvight! I'll go if you vould shut up!" The blonde snapped.

"Deal!" Gilbert punched the air victoriously. "Get yourself dressed for tonight! Feli's coming and Francis said he'd bring Antonio and Arsur too!"

"Arsur?" Germany blinked in a questioning manner. "But he hates zose guys. Did you blackmail him to come or somesing?"

"Vhat? No!" Prussia shook his head. "Francis saw him brooding about somesing and he asked vhether he vas up for a drink. He vas difficult at first but Francis used his charms to change his British mind."

"Zat or he said it to stop Francis pestering him," Ludwig muttered under his breath.

"Zhe point is, ve're going to zhe bar and drink our problems avay!" The silver haired man jumped from the bed and spun on the spot with joy. The blonde couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over him when Prussia declared that sentence so proudly.

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For once in his whole life, Ludwig felt out of place sitting in a pub. Usually, he would have drunk the golden, frothy liquid without a care in the world but in his current pessimistic state, he only took small sips instead of glugging the glass down. How on earth did Gilbert convince him to come to the bar again? Oh yes, he wanted him to stop annoying him and decided to come just to shut him up. He scanned the rustic décor inside the room and found everyone's conversation overlapping each other irritating.

"Ludwig? Are you alright?" An individual voice managed to surface in the sea of noise.

Responding to his human name, the German slowly turned his head and found a gentle smile on the auburn haired Feliciano. Trust the Italian to come along for a drink because Ludwig said he was going. He knew how clingy Feliciano was when he was around.

"Not really Feliciano," The blonde sighed. "To be honest, I didn't veally vant to come out here."

"Oh," The Italian said giving his hands a subdued expression until he looked up and beamed at Ludwig. "Well once tomorrow comes, the conference would be over and you can have a rest." Ludwig didn't say anything about what happened with Kiku to Feliciano when he arrived home, so of course he still thought it was the conference that was stressing him out. And in his mind, that's how he preferred it to be. He didn't want Feliciano to stop being friends with Kiku just because he smashed the German's heart into a thousand pieces. It was his problem alone and in Ludwig's mind, it was ideal that it should be resolved between him and Kiku. That reminded him; he should really be thinking about what to say to him tomorrow. But then another voice rose through the talking crowds.

"We'll be off now. We don't want to be late for the conference tomorrow." Ludwig snapped out of his thoughts and directed his gaze at the blonde Frenchman and the brown haired Spaniard who stood up from the stools. Now would be a good time to leave the German thought.

"Veh! Ludwig, we should be going home too!" Feliciano said cheerfully as Ludwig rose from the stool. Suddenly he felt a hand press down on his shoulder pushing him back into his seat. His head snapped to Prussia who gave a smirk to the Italian.

"You guys can go ahead," The silver haired man grinned. "Ludvig and Arsur are still feeling grumpy so I sink a few more beers should cheer zem up."

"Well don't get zem too intoxicated," Francis cautioned him. "We need zem for the conference and Ludwig is our host."

"Ja, ja, ja," Gilbert waved his hand nonchalantly. "Zhey'll be zere as vight as rain, don't vorry."

"Oh, well, see you tomorrow Ludwig," Feliciano smiled before disappearing into the crowd with the other two countries. The German was going to protest but he still felt his brother's hand on his shoulder so resistance was futile. At least he wasn't Prussia's only prisoner; Arthur was held captive too, downing another pint of beer. Now that his brother mentioned it, the Englishman had been quiet save for a few insults aimed at Francis. By now he should be swearing like a navy and acting in an outrageous manner but so far, his gaze seemed to be dazed and aloof.

Going back even further, Arthur had been acting strange during the meeting. He made snide comments that only he and the mystery recipient seemed to know. Most likely it was addressed to Francis but if they were for him, it would have been obvious. And at the end of the conference, he acted colder than usual towards everyone and made small talk whenever anyone talked to him. Sure he can be a cantankerous bastard but throughout the day he withdrew himself more than usual. Ludwig opened his mouth to say something when Prussia shot up from his seat.

"I'm going to get us more beers!" He proclaimed. "And don't you two sink about sneaking off because I'll only hunt you down and drag you back here vhether you like it or not."

"Fine," Ludwig exhaled while Arthur completely ignored what Gilbert said. Once the Prussian made it to the bar, the German took this moment to ask why France managed to haul Arthur to the drinking house. "So… vhat did Francis do to bring you here?" His glance to Arthur was uneasy but the Englishman glanced back with a pair of dull emerald eyes.

"He was being annoying, the frog. He kept going on and on until I shut him up and said I'd come," He slurred. His voice seemed tired like he couldn't be bothered to speak. "And I suppose your brother dragged you kicking and screaming?"

"Ja, you could say zat," Ludwig smoothed out his blonde hair. "I don't vant to be here but zat's Gilbert for you." Arthur hummed in response, subconsciously circling the rim of his beer glass with his index finger. Ludwig took another sip out of his keg. "Um… vere you feeling alright during zhe meeting? I couldn't help but sink zere vas somesing wrong vith you. You didn't look alright."

"I was perfectly fine," Arthur said slightly agitated. But it took less than three seconds for that lie to be exposed when all of the sudden his hands flew up to his face and started sobbing into them. Either the beer had done its job and is encouraging him to come out of his shell or something was so catastrophically wrong, that he could no longer prevent his true emotions from gushing out of him. Ludwig watched sympathetically as Arthur wept in front of him. "This is all the American bastard's fault! If he hadn't have pissed off with that Japanese prick, I wouldn't feel so shit!"

"Vait! Did you say Japanese?" If Ludwig heard correctly, then he had a very good feeling who he was talking about. "You're not talking about Kiku are you?"

"Fucking Kiku!" Arthur slammed his fist on the table in anger. "Me and Alfred had something wonderful and he had to go and ruin everything!" A hiccup escaped from the Briton's mouth as he ruffled his straw-like hair, before tossing his arms into the air in frustration. "What's he got that I don't have huh? Does Alfred like wankers who wear those fucking robey things Japanese people wear? If I dressed up like that, maybe he'll love me again! I don't know! I need another drink!"

"And zhe awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt is here at your service!" The Prussian dumped the large metal tray of six full beer glasses onto the table. Ludwig was in a way glad his brother came in time to distract the Briton from his nervous breakdown but on the other hand, he wished the beverages were something less alcoholic. Arthur was only too glad to grab a beer glass and chug it as quickly as possible. Once Gilbert plopped himself on a stool he stared at Ludwig's half full glass in horror.

"Come on bruder! You haven't even touched your drink!" He jabbed his finger at the glass. "Go on! Get zat down ya!" Ludwig seemed unsure about the situation he'd gotten himself into. Arthur had already been claimed by the effects of alcohol and now his brother was expecting him to do the same thing. Thinking about it, both Ludwig and Arthur felt so depressed was because Alfred and Kiku dumped them and got together themselves. After he consulted with his inner feelings, Ludwig finally finished the other half of his beer and drunk another full glass.

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"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay. Oh, I believe in yesterday," Arthur sang out of tune (very loudly) as he clumsily ambled with Gilbert walking beside his left side. Ludwig staggered to the Briton's right as he struggled to walk in a straight line.

"Suddenly!" Ludwig belted out which unleashed Gilbert's laughter.

"I'm not half the man I used to be, there's a shadow hangin' over me," As Arthur wailed that particular line; Ludwig's arms loomed over the Englishman's head and tried to imitate the line about the ominous shadow. Gilbert grabbed the two drunk's arms and led them towards the house he recognised as Ludwig's. At least Gilbert had a high alcohol tolerance level, or they would have spent all night haunting the streets with their terrible singing. How on earth Gilbert managed to tow both Ludwig and Arthur to the door was a complete mystery but he unlocked the door and guided them through it. Arthur tripped over the door step and landed with a thud causing both Ludwig and himself to cackle quietly. Gilbert quickly switched the lights on and illuminated the living room which made it easy to throw the two drunken countries onto the pea green couch.

"Alvight you two, sit on zhe sofa and calm yourselves down. I'll see if I can't find something to sober you guys up," Gilbert said in an unusually authoritive tone of voice as he wandered into the kitchen, leaving the two countries giggling. It wasn't until Arthur turned his head to Ludwig that the sniggers quietened down.

"You know? We've both been dumped by stupid jerks," The Englishman whispered as he snuggled up to the German. "We should get married just to spite them."

"Zat is a vunderbar idea," Ludwig murmured back as he draped an arm over the Briton's shoulder. "Ve'll have a vedding so big zat no-one vould be able to make a better vedding zan us."

"And, and… I'm going to walk down the aisle in a big, puffy, white dress with a really, really long trail," Arthur's index and middle finger walked up the German's other arm.

"You can't vear zat," Ludwig's hand slid under the Briton's thigh and bought his leg over his own.

"Why not?" Arthur whined wrapping his arms around the blonde's broad neck.

"Because I vant to vear zhe big, puffy, vhite dress with zhe long trail," Ludwig unintentionally stroked the leg and pretended it was the trail he envisioned. This action made Arthur shiver as he gazed at the German lovingly and let out a quiet laugh.

"We can both wear the dresses, happy?" He cradled Ludwig's cheeks and bought his face closer to his so the tips of their noses touched. And before they knew it, their lips made contact like a magnetic force pulled them together. Arthur climbed onto Ludwig and straddled on top for better access to which Ludwig complied without complaint. His masculine fingers found their way underneath Arthur's white shirt and caressed his skin which earned himself a little moan from the Englishman. The Briton's digits meanwhile ran through Ludwig's smooth blonde hair and trailed down to his neck and jawline again. Their kiss grew more passionate until they broke away for air. Ludwig's blue orbs gazed at Arthur's green with fascination. They had never looked so bright and illuminated before whenever he's seen them and he wondered how on earth Alfred could leave Arthur for Kiku. The Englishman thought the exact same thing as Ludwig's face mesmerised him. Either way, both of them agreed that each other's gaze were going to be one of the many losses Alfred and Kiku would have bear.

"Zose two don't know vhat zey're missing," Ludwig finally panted.

"Aye," Arthur chuckled. "We're better off without those bastards."

The Briton's lip leant closer once more and licked Ludwig's ear lobe. The German let out a pleasurable moan as his hands danced across Arthur's back once more. The British lips found their way back the German ones again and pushed his tongue against Ludwig's teeth begging for access. Ludwig was all too happy to grant access to Arthur as both tongues explored the alcohol scented orifices. Arthur pinned the German on his back while their tongues twisted and fought for dominance. Taking initiative, Ludwig's hands floated up to the Briton's shirt and unfastened the buttons. Arthur assisted his actions by shimmying out of the garment before it found its way onto the floor. The British hands grabbed the German's brown jacket and tried to pull it off. Ludwig arched his back so Arthur to yank it off and throw it away. Arthur's nimble fingers unbuttoned the other's shirt and tossed that away too. Their lips briefly broke contact to desperately gasp for air. Ludwig heaved himself upright to which Arthur co-operated by retracting himself away but he was still close enough for the German's hand t tenderly stroke his cheek.

"Ich liebe dich Arsur," Ludwig's voice slurred breathlessly. Slightly aroused by this, Arthur leant closer to his face.

"Ick liba… Ick liba…" He struggled to pronounce what Ludwig had just said before giving up. "Oh fuck it! I love you, you sexy Kraut."

Their intoxicated lips locked together for the third time but they still allowed their tongues to whirl around in each other's mouths. The pleasurable moans escaped their throats with both pairs of hands grazing over their hot skin. Both nations were engrossed in their own world that they didn't hear Gilbert enter the room.

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What is this? I don't even… this chapter alone and the next one alone is why I believe Arthur and Ludwig should NOT be together. However, over time this pairing kind of grew on me.

Anyway, I'm still experimenting with dialect and I really would appreciate it if you guys tell me if it's good, or whether I should just stick to the English spelling and hope you guys imagine the accents coming to play.

Happy Thanks Giving to all you Americans and please review! Your words of kindness (or criticism) is very much appreciated. And I nearly forgot, the song Arthur and Ludwig sang is 'Yesterday' by the Beatles. The song does not belong to me.