Hello everyone, this here chapter will be a little longer than the previous ones.
There will be slash/smut, so if you don't like it (and are still somehow reading this) please leave before you are disturbed :)
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His eyes fluttered open. Was he dead? It certainly seemed probable as he was lying immobile in some large, brightly illuminated space. It took several minutes for his eyes to fully adjust to the bright Italian sunlight pouring in through the windows after being shut for such a long time. So he was alive after all, and in a white-washed room of some apartment.
The Italian wondered about what had happened when he was out while twitching his fingers and toes to find them fully mobile and functioning. He started moving his whole arm, pressing lightly on parts of his body he remembered to be cut open or scratched of smashed – most were now bruises or pink scabs. Feliciano then rested the arm on his bare chest – for he was dressed only in a pair of burlap shorts – only to find, to his horror, that the dreadful inscription the Frenchman bore into his flesh was still there.
"DISGRACE, DISGRACE," an echoing hiss wormed its way into the Italian's ear to the point where he pulled the white pillow from underneath his head and buried his face in it, hoping to block out the voice.
"Italy."
"GO AWAY, YOU NIGHTMARE!" The Italian screamed a traumatized yell and sat up, panting, covering his face with his hands protectively.
"Italy – " a warm, familiar voice instantly made all fears dissolve.
"Dio mio! Ludi, I didn't know it was you! I didn't hear you come in!" Feliciano noticed the tall, blond German standing next to his bed in his now-washed uniform, a bandage over his right hand. The Italian smiled and, with a painful stretch, he grabbed the German's good hand and pulled him closer. Ludwig sat on the foldable bed and just remained still on the squeaky springs, while holding Italy's hand and looking deep into his eyes.
"Cosa? Is there something on my face?" Italy cocked his head to the side as he tried to find a reason for the blond man's stare.
Ludwig blushed wildly and his blue eyes dropped, "Nein, it's just… You can't even imagine how happy I am to see you like this – alive again, after a whole week," he smiled and looked into the other's eyes – fascinating kaleidoscopes of hazel, maroon and chestnut, "the last time I held you, Feli, I thought I had lost you."
"You won't get rid of me that easily," the Italian grinned and cupped the German's broad jaw in one hand, drawing it closer to him, and finally placing his soft lips on Ludwig's, letting them stay in the lip-lock for a few seconds.
Germany pulled away slightly, his face flushed scarlet, and he started blurting, "F-Feli, do you r-remember everything that happened until the moment you went unconscious?"
The Italian placed his left hand on Ludwig's hip and ran his right hand through the German's blond, evenly combed-back hair. "No. Although…" he hesitated for a moment, "I do remember dreaming of something. I dreamt you said you loved me!" Feliciano waved his hand dismissively, as if chasing away the silly thought.
Ludwig sighed, went even redder and whispered, "It actually happened."
Italy looked at him with mouth wide open for a few seconds, after which he slowly raised and eyebrow and smirked mischievously. "That's great, because – "
" – the feeling is mutual," they said at the same time, and gazed at each other in silence. Without losing the scallywag smirk, Feliciano crawled out from under the white hospital sheets completely and, before the German could react, he pounced on top of him, pushing the top half of his tall body so it lay across the hospital bed. Italy's lips locked with Germany's and then the Italian pushed the German's coarse lips open using his warm tongue. Ludwig soon returned the kiss and their tongues interlocked with one another, as both of them pushed a little, exploring the other's mouth. The mingle of hot saliva made the German feel like there were surges of electricity zapping by in cycles between his chest and lower abdomen. While still occupied with the passionate kiss, Feliciano began unbuttoning Ludwig's clean uniform and, with a short pause to remove the coat completely, the brunette Italian found himself on top of the German, their naked torsos colliding against each other, their lips locking again.
Germany broke the kiss, panting for air, and Italy took advantage of the situation and planted a series of hot kisses along Ludwig's neck and muscular chest. While looking the German in the eye, he outstretched his warm tongue and gave the blond man's nipple a light lick. Ludwig shuddered and softly moaned with pleasure, his strong hands clutching onto the Italian's back as he continued swirling his tongue around the nipple, and then softly sucking on his muscular chest. After several repetitions he paused, and then licked his way back up to the German's lips.
Ludwig returned the kiss, which had now lost all of its innocence and was a rough collision of tongues and teeth. The German had to fight his primal urges to push the Italian back softly, until they were both sitting upright again. Their hot breathing resonated in their rising and collapsing chests, and the blond one, with his strong arms, easily picked up the curly-haired guy and moved him so that he was lying straight on the bed, his head resting comfortably on the goose-feather pillow. The German then crawled up onto the Italian and slowly, teasingly, rubbed Feliciano's obviously tent-shaped shorts.
"Ludi," the Italian moaned his name as he continued creating friction with his strong hands. He met Italy's eyes and, after smiling at the two round, umber masterpieces, he smirked slightly and pulled Feliciano's shorts off with one firm tug.
Ludwig marveled at the sight before him as if it were the first time he'd ever seen it. His powerful hands began gently stroking the Italian's wet member, sending waves of pleasure through Feliciano's body, making him arch his back and dig his fingers into the bed's coarse, white sheets. The German moved even closer to the member, and the Italian could now feel his hot breathing on it. Ludwig then descended to suck an area of Italy's abdomen right above his member, and the curly-haired man gasped, eyes closed, as Ludwig left behind a throbbing, red mark.
Then, the German did what Feliciano's whole body had been tremoring to feel – his mouth engulfed the Italian's rock-hard member and the flood of warmth surrounding it made him lose his senses, groan wildly and thrust against the inside of Ludwig's cheek, begging for more. But the German went teasingly slow, making Feliciano moan his name impatiently and repeatedly. With a flash of brilliant, electric blue, the German looked right in the Italian's eyes and then, with a smirk, reached out with his long arm and twirled his fingers around the mysterious, brown little curl amongst the Italian's messy, chestnut hair.
"LUDI!" he gasped out loud, hips bucking wildly, the hospital bed's springs squeaking menacingly with every movement. The blond retracted his wet, crimson lips from Feliciano's member and Italy took advantage of the moment, pushing Ludwig onto his back with a strong kick. The German was taken aback completely as Feliciano yanked off his officer boots, tossed them aside, and then began tugging his khaki pants off. Germany lifted his legs into the air to make the job easier, and without a second of pause, Feliciano's lips were upon the German's equally rock-hard member. The feeling of hot saliva and the Italian's nimble tongue swirling around the head of his cock made Ludwig lose his senses, as his eyes rolled back and he moaned loudly. One of his strong hands dug into the sheets, wrinkling them, and he ran the other one through the Italian's messy hair, tussling it and tugging on it slightly – one of his favorite things to do. Feliciano's agile mouth kept working on his member, though, and soon the German's hips were racing up and down, and deep moans were escaping from Ludwig's throat.
"Feli, faster, please," Ludwig panted between deep breaths, but the Italian just slowed down, teasingly. With a desperate frown, Ludwig found the Italian's mysterious erogenous curly bit of hair and pulled it harshly.
A mixture of an arctic chill rising from deep within his chest, and a pool of molten lava forming in his loins ran through Feliciano's body as he staggered, and, with a series of mind-blowing eruptions of pure pleasure, reached his climax just over the German's member. Ludwig whimpered with pleasure as the hot, heavenly drops of bliss swum down his cock, and he wasted no time. He positioned himself to be behind Feliciano who was still breathing heavily on all fours with his back arched.
"F-Feli, can I – "
The Italian turned his head to face him, and with the gleam of two dazzling, chocolate eyes, said "Ludi. I want you. Now."
The German rested both hands on the smooth, Italian ass before him, and with his two thumbs began working the hole before him, making sure his partner was ready for impact. After some probing, he located Feliciano's prostate and stimulated it with his fingers. Italy moaned deeply and Ludwig knew he was ready.
His throbbing, rock-hard member slid into the hole fully, and both of them began groaning and grunting loudly with each movement and bed-spring squeaking. Although the two were undeniably floating in ecstasy, Ludwig was the one on the verge of cumming and was fully aware that he couldn't last much longer. He thrust into the moaning Italian a few more times and he knew it was over – like a rumbling, exploding volcano he quivered violently with waves of pleasure, and then erupted while penetrating Feliciano's hole.
The Italian collapsed onto the sweaty, white sheets and soon the German's heavy body plopped down right beside him. Ludwig, still blushing wildly, began stroking the Italian's face with the back of his powerful hand. Feliciano occupied himself with tracing his delicate fingers along Ludwig's powerful pectoral muscles, while looking at the way the sunshine made those beautiful blonde threads gleam.
After several minutes of the post-bliss tranquility, Italy broke the comfortable silence, and said in a small voice "I wish I could forget what happened, Ludi. Close my eyes, and not remember any of those dreadful things, and forget that excruciating pain. It hurts when I think about it... France was right… I am, and always will be a disgrace."
Ludwig's eyebrows creased and he said, in his deep voice, "Italy, there are a thousand words I could use to describe you, you know? But disgrace? Not in a million years." He then smiled warmly and traced the letter-shaped scabs on Italy's torso.
"But these scars, Ludwig, they are horrible."
"They will heal," the German replied, calmly, "and the memories will fade, meine Liebe."
"But… you don't mind the scars, do you?"
Ludwig smiled his widest smile, the one only Italy could bring about, and said, "Does it look like I do?"
Italy sighed a reassured, Italian "veeee" and inched closer to Germany, their noses touching.
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I was thinking of ending the story here, but if you guys want moar I have a few ideas in store for further chapters. But if nobody's reading these, I don't see much of a point ;)
So let me know if you want a continuation!