As Italy woke up from his drug induced sleep, the first thing he noticed was how the room, Germany's room, smelled. Most wouldn't think anything of this but Italy could actually see the scent drifting through the air, like smoke.
"W-what is this?" He asked, looking around. Germany's room, which Italy had spent almost all of his nights in, was a mess. There were books and clothes thrown everywhere. You couldn't even see the floor. Prussia, down on all four, was rummaging through the piles, obviously looking for something. "Prussia!"
Prussia turned to Italy with a bored expression on his face. "Oh, you're awake?" Prussia got up and brushed the dust of his clothes. "I figured you'd be out for at least an hour more but that just means I get to play with you sooner." His smirk back in place.
"Whatever! I don't care. Just clean up this mess before Germany comes home!" Italy shouted like it was the most important thing in the world. Prussia was, to say the least, surprised. So much so, he just stood still for a second, watching Italy.
"Huh?" Prussia muttered, walking toward Italy. He probably hadn't noticed the chains bolting him to the bed. "I think I just misheard you. Wait! That's impossible, since Im too amazing to make mistakes." Excluding the fact that his original plan had fail- been rewritten. "Repeat what you said." Prussia ordered.
"I said; don't mess up Germany's room. He's really such a neat freak about things. If he sees this mess, he'll go ballistic. Germany can be so scary when he's mad." The brunette continued to whine about Germany being mad while Prussia just stared down at him. He was so confused. Why wasn't he scared?
With his hands on his hips, Prussia asked with fierce annoyance. "Is west that important to you? That you're worrying about him more than the threat of me, the great Prussia?" Prussia had expected a lot of things when his plan went south. He had imagined fear, anger and maybe even some pleasure from Italy. But he had never thought he'd see the little nation look up at him from the bed he was chained to and say the words he did.
"Yes!" He said with the pride and confidence he thought only America and Prussia could exert. "I love Germany. I want him to be happy so I want to do all that I can to keep him as content as can be." Prussia cringed. He had no idea how to express the things he felt just then. It was like craving something that was so out of reach yet seeing someone else reaching it so easily. It made Prussia… sad.
Frightened by the path of his thoughts, Prussia grabbed Italy's soft hair, pulling it back. He leaned toward the defenseless lad until their mouths almost touched. Then he whispered. "Well then, West will just have to be content in sharing his lover with me."
With that, Prussia stole Italy's lips with enough force that a little blood spilled from between their lips. The weaker nation fought the chains keeping his arms above his head. When he pulled away, Italy's face was flushed and his head was lolling back and forth.
"Oh, good. That drug is taking effect. That took much longer than I planned." Prussia muttered, removing his clothes as he straddled Italy's hips.
"Drug?" The cute little brunette words were slurred as he tried to focus on what was happening. All of a sudden, he felt hot all over. His heart was racing and he couldn't seem to catch his breath. With his mind slowly losing its focus, Italy was having a hard time concentrating on what Prussia was saying.
"It the smoke that you've been inhaling for the last couple minutes. I got it from my travels. It makes you want sex without the trouble having my partner say no. Fun right?" Prussia snickered as Italy started to squirmed beneath him. Prussia leaned down and flicked Italy's nipple with his tongue, making him cry out and arch his back toward the caress. "And see, while it makes you all hot and bothered, I'm fine since I took an antidote before this." Prussia grabbed Italy's chin and held it close to his face. "Now let's have some fun."
Prussia kissed Italy once more, a bit more gently. Italy, in turn melted against him. Their tongues caressed each other, both trying to be dominant. As this went on, Prussia hands moved across Italy's smooth pale skin with abandon. It was soft and hairless, just what he'd expect from his brothers lover. Hairy lovers were never any fun. Prussia concluded licking the side of Italy's mouth. His hands still tried to escape but at this point it was probably because he wants to touch Prussia.
"First off," Prussia said rising off of Italy to straddle his shoulders. He gripped his cock and pressed the tip to Italy's cute mouth. "Suck me off." It was an order. Italy looked up at him with dazed eyes then nodded. The feel of Italy's hot wet mouth was incredible. It was heavenly. What surprised Prussia was how good he was at this. He had figured his brother wouldn't like this kind of thing, so why was Italy so good at blowjobs?
Prussia had no time to think about as Italy proceeded to use his tongue to circle his shaft. Every lick spun Prussia higher and higher into ecstasy. The tip of his cock, the base and even his balls were caressed to the point where, Prussia thought he was going to cum. But every time he was about to go over, Italy did something to hold him off then continue once the heat had subsided a bit. After the third time doing this, Prussia grabbed Italy head and started to thrust into his mouth.
He had closed his eyes so that he could enjoy it more but Prussia couldn't think of anyone. When he pictured Hungary, she was with Austria and vice versa. He thought of America but saw him with Britain and vice versa. At last he thought of Russia and his image stayed. Which was strange but it worked.
With a groan, Prussia came on Italy's face. The brunette didn't even flinch. Was this what west saw every night? He wondered. The little guy was somehow a pro at this. How very sexy.
As the minutes passed into hours, Prussia played with Italy until he was panting and covered in his own cum. He'd fingered him several times, given him blowjob and received another one in turn. The kid was a real sex kitten. At this moment, Prussia held the poor disheveled Italy in his arms. He was sitting in Prussia's lap, rubbing his ass against the erection below.
"Do you want me to fuck you now, my little Italy?" Prussia asked, pressing his tip to asshole. Prussia knew the inside of Italy was soft and would be easily penatrated since he and west probably went at it daily.
Italy, the little cutie, squirmed under him, looking so embarrassed Prussia wanted to tease him more. He pulled back, getting a disappointed moan from Italy. To tease him, Prussia pressed the tip of his cock to the twitching ring of muscle repeatedly. Eliciting a mewl, Italy rubbed against him.
"More please." He begged, sounding so sexy then, Prussia thought he was going to burst.
"Of course." He replied, pressing home. He was only half way in when a bang sounded. It was from the front door. Italy flinched and tried to move but due to the drug his body was languid. Prussia smirked and pushed in all the way.
"AHHHH!" Italy cried. He really was sensitive. Footsteps stopped and started up again, closing in.
The door slammed open. The two nations on the bed turned to the sound. There, in his military uniform, slicked back blond hair and usual scowl stood Germany, Italy's lover. Prussia knew the second west saw them together. His face changed from serious to shock. He looked between to two, as if trying to figure out what happened. "What… What the hell is this?"
Italy flinched, Germany looked ready to kill someone and Prussia looked pleased. Finally, He thought with a smirk.