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It worked.

And as the evening wore on, they got him to let loose a little, all thanks to Matthew coaxing him into having a couple glasses of wine. Everyone else, other than Francis, went straight for the rum.

The night grew later and later, each nation finally drifting off to their respective rooms. Soon, it was just Francis, Alfred, and a passed out Antonio. The latter was sprawled on the bed, face down and snoozing away quite peacefully. The other two were sitting on the couch in the in-suite lounge area, sipping on their wine and chatting about nothing in particular.

Funny things happen when one drinks. And, for some reason, wine is notorious for loosening the lips of even the most closed off individual. With the amount that Alfred had consumed reaching near a whole bottle, he found that it was becoming easier and easier to talk about things he'd normally censor himself over.

That's when he had the idea to ask France something he had been wondering about since he hit puberty centuries back.

Francis was currently rattling on about American actresses, and how they all seemed to have perfect skin and hair (when they all knew it was just make-up, really). Sitting his glass to the side, Alfred reached out and patted his arm, catching his attention and stopping his ramblings.

"Is something wrong, mon ami?" He watched as Alfred bit his lower lip, seeming to consider something. "You can tell me whatever is on your mind. I [promise not to go blabbing it this time."

"W-Well… I wanted to ask something, actually." Feeling wine-induced courage surge through his system, giving him what he needed to continue. "What's it like?"

France tilted his head, confused. "What is "what" like?"

"You know! Doing… "it". THE it. It it. The it we came on this trip for."

Francis chuckled, shaking his head. "But I have already explained this-"

"No! I mean… ugh.. "Alfred took a breath. "You explained it to me, but you didn't go over sensations, thoughts… you know, the other things that will happen other than the act itself." Huffing in exasperation, he shook his head, and waved it all away. "Never mind. I'm not sure I'm explaining this right."

Meanwhile, the other sat and studied the boy next to him, eyes narrowed slightly in thought. "Amerique… it's not easy to explain that part of it. In my opinion, everyone experiences different things. It's more based on who you are with, and how skilled they are" He scooted a bit closer to Alfred, and sat back. "And what happens during the act, other than the basics, is once again based on the individuals involved."

"I see…" Wow, that was a bit… disappointing. He had wanted some idea of what was going to happen to him, but what the Frenchman was telling him didn't seem to help that much at all. "Okay, what about when you… you know… orgasm? What's it like?"

Grinning, Francis threw his arms, and tossed his head back. "It is like flying~ Your soul takes flight, lifting you higher and higher as the delicious sensation of release wash over your being."

Alfred nodded slowly, taking in every word. Like flying, huh? He liked flying. "Well, if that's how it is, then I'm sure I'm going to like it."

"Like it? Oh, non, mon ami, you will love it~" Leaning in closer, Francis gazed straight into the other's lighter blue orbs. "Would you like to have a little fun before bed?" He smirked, especially when instead of being immediately rejected, the boy seemed to actually think about it.

Should he? I mean, wasn't that the reason they were all here, for him to finally let his inhibitions go and experience the joys of sex? He gazed back at Francis, the wine dulling any nervousness that welled up inside him. Fuck it, why not? It was just them, right?

"Okay… let's have some fun."

*and now a moment with Gilbert and Matthew…*

For some reason or another, Matthew couldn't seem to fall asleep yet. That was surprising, especially since he had consumed quite a bit of alcohol earlier that evening. After tossing and turning for a good hour, he decided that he would go for a walk down at the beach.

He dressed quickly, donning a light shirt and slacks, and made his way downstairs, nodding silently to anyone who noticed him and spoke, though there were only a few at this late hour. Making his way through the lobby and out the back doors of the resort, he followed the path that led from an elaborate terrace, perfect for having lunch outside, down to the waterfront, which was deserted. Well, except for one other person who was up the beach a ways from him?

He didn't miss the shine of moonlight off of equally silver hair, nor the flash of pale skin as Gilbert looked towards him, and raised a hand to beckon him over to where he sat. He made his way to him slowly, easing down to sit next to him.

Gilbert looked out over the water, the sound of the waves meeting the shore soothing to his nerves. "I'm sorry for yesterday. I should have had better control over my urges."

"I know." Shaking his head, Matthew gazed upward, studying the stars. He began picking out the constellations. "But, I suppose it was inevitable. If it hadn't been you, it would have been someone else. Besides," Here he turned and grinned at him. "He needed the lesson."

The other hummed in agreement. "I guess so. Could have used a bit more tact."

"A lot more tact. A whole truck load of it." They both laughed, the tension between them easing. It didn't do anyone any good to stay mad for long. "But just remember, I've got my eyes on all of you, so don't try anything funny!"

With a roll of his eyes, Gilbert flopped back on the sand, turning his eyes to the stars. "Yeah, don't get your panties in a twist, sheesh."

That earned him a glare from the Canadian. "Shut up, Gilbert, damn!"

Crimson met violet. "Make me, birdie."

An eyebrow arched, followed by a slow smile. Ah, an invitation. Why not? So, without wasting any time, Matthew moved to straddle the Prussian, resting comfortably on his thighs. Their eyes stayed glued to each other even as they moved as one to initiate an eager kiss.

*Downtown Miami*

"What the actual hell?! Where are we?!" Lovino stood on a street corner with his brother, their luggage between them. All around them the sights and sounds of the nightlife were on display.

Feliciano consulted the map he had brought with him. "Well, uhm, I don't see their resort on here, Lovi. Are you sure it's called the Oceanside Resort?"

Romano jerked his head in a nod, glaring at a couple dressed to a T that passed by them. "I'm positive. Tomato-bastard's boss checked in with the other bosses to make sure of it, in case of emergencies."

"Hmm… perhaps it's new."

Growling with frustration, the older twin snatched the map from the other. "Give me that! Honestly, since when could you ever read a map to begin with?" Lovino read over it, frowning when he saw that more than half of the city wasn't there. Looking over the map carefully, his eyes settled on the date that it was made, and froze.

"Venezianoooo…."

Feliciano turned to his brother, his eyes flying open when faced with a Roman, who looked like he was about to go apoplectic in rage. "L-Lovino? Did I do something?"

Turning the map to where he could see it, Romano pointed to the map key with a trembling finger. "You… do you see what is wrong here? Hmm?"

The other looked, and wrinkled his nose. "Yes, I see!"

A little bit of tension left Romano's shoulders.

"They really should have used better colors for it! I mean, how is the map supposed to be interesting if it isn't eye-catching?"

Nope, too soon for relaxing.

"THIS MAP WAS MADE IN NINETEEN FUCKING TEN, YOU MORON!" Lovino proceeded to beat him around the head with the now obviously useless paper.

"AAH! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY FRATELLO! FORGIVE MEEE!"

"NEVER, ASS FACE!"

Feliciano took flight, Lovino hot on his heels, their luggage left forgotten.

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

"Veeeeeee!"

*aaaand now for that limey couch lovin' XD*

Francis slid over so that he and Alfred were pressed against each other. He moved his arm to rest along the other's back, while the other raised, his hand cupping his cheek. Each move he made was slow and careful, so that he didn't startle him. "Then let us start with something easy."

Alfred swallowed, and nodded, forcing himself to relax more.

With a softened smile, the older male leaned in, brushing his thumb across his bottom lip before replacing it with his own. Once again, he moved slowly, the pressure of the kiss light and inviting.

Holding back a gasp of shock from the contact, Alfred let his mind take in the sensation. Francis' lips were warm, and a bit rough. The way they moved against his own sent little shivers down his spine, his hand reflexively reaching out to rest on the other's chest. His heartbeat sped up, and he could feel his cheeks flushing from more than the wine.

He liked it. He liked it a lot.

Hesitantly, he responded, mimicking what his teacher did with only the slight hesitation of inexperience. His other hand raised to rest on his shoulder, and he leaned in closer to take in the light spice of the Frenchman's token cologne.

For the other, it was like being given a priceless treasure. He deepened the embrace, nibbling lightly on that plump lower lip that begged to be teased. "Mmm…"

Alfred responded in kind, shifting so he fully faced Francis, and let his arms move to wrap around his neck while leaning in even more. Oh God, he really liked this! It made him feel all gooey inside, like he was slowly melting.

After another minute of this, Francis finally pulled back, almost losing his shit right there on the spot at the hazy expression on the younger's face. "I take it that you find kissing to your liking."

"Mmm-hmm." That was the only response Alfred could give at the moment. Several things were happening at once, confusing yet arousing both his curiosity for more and his need to somehow reciprocate what he was feeling. He was tingling all over, and there was a suspicious stirring somewhere below his waistline occupying most of his thought processes.

Of course, Francis knew that something as simple as kissing would set the wheels of lust to turning in the boy. Most virgins were inclined to be that way. "Shall I continue? There is so much more we can do, if you wish."

Should they continue?

Somewhere in Alfred's mind, a voice was screaming at him that he was under the influence and needed to stop before things went too far, but he found, much to his surprise and amusement, that he didn't have a fuck to give on the matter at the moment. All he wanted was more of those lips on his own. Maybe other places too.

"Y-Yeah, let's keep going. I want more..."

This time, when Francis leaned in for another kiss, it was with more passion. His tongue came into play, tracing and licking until granted entrance to Alfred's mouth. Soon, the two of them were entangled together, Alfred finding himself lying on his back with the other looming above him.

They came up for breath once more, a soft whimper escaping the American. He felt like he was on fire! The need to touch and be touched was too great to ignore. "Please… make it stop, please."

"Hon hon hon~" Francis attacked his neck, his head falling back and to the side so that eager lips could suckle and caress the pale skin.

A hand slipped under Alfred's shirt, traveling up the flat plane of his stomach and across his chest. He arched into the touch, shuddering when fingers teased one of his nipples. "F-Francis! I… oh God."

"Shh, I know mon ami, I know." He slid down, lifting the cotton material from Alfred's torso so he could sample the skin hidden beneath. His tongue did a little dance in and around his navel.

"Hey, that tickles!" The boy squirmed under Francis, gasping out loud as a knee grazed his growing erection.

Francis lifted his head a moment to study him. "You like it so far?"

"Yeees~"

"You want more, Amerique?"

"Gawd, yes! Please!"

I've got him, Francis thought to himself. I will be the one to deflower the lovely boy, and have yet another trophy to add to my already full mantle!

Eager to sample more, and not wanting to keep his partner waiting, he let the heat of passion take over for a moment, and ripped the shirt open, sending buttons everywhere. Eyeing the exposed flesh hungrily, he licked his way upwards. "Beautiful… you are so beautiful, mon cher." Now it was his tongue and teeth teasing his nipples with quick nips and flicks, sending Alfred into a fit of thrashing beneath him, his knee pressing firmly against the bulge in his pants.

Knowing that they could be discovered at anytime, Francis opted to use the time he did have to treat the boy to something he would never forget, just in case they didn't make it to the main event.

His fingers slipped inside Alfred's pants, claiming their prize immediately with a gentle grasp that had the other jerking up off the couch. "Shit, Francis!" His hips bucked uncontrollably. The other's free hand pressed down on one, to hold him still. "Ahh… no, no don't make me stop, please don't!"

Francis "hon'ed" again as he brought Alfred's very erect and weeping member out in the cooler air of the room. "My my, but we are so eager, I wonder, how will you react to what I do next?"

*right across the room, behind the bedroom door*

Antonio gaped at the show he had the pleasure to watch through the crack where the door hadn't been shut entirely. The boy was definitely vocal, and every little noise he was making went straight to his vital regions. Oh, how he wished to be the one in France's place.

But, watching was almost as good, right?

And why did he STILL have the feeling he had forgotten something?

*the box of tissues is on the nightstand Antonio XD*

Lowering his lips, Francis placed a kiss to the tip of Alfred's member, making the other's breathing turn ragged in the effort it took to keep from thrusting upwards towards that offered orifice. His tongue came out, and lazily lapped up the beads of precum that glistened in the light of the lamp by the couch.

By this point, Alfred was sobbing, every word falling from his mouth a plead for release, the boy lost in the delights of foreplay. And now, as the warm mouth that had minutes before trekked across his torso encased his aching cock in humid warmth, he discovered a whole new level of pleasure at the hands of his very skilled former father-figure.

"O-Oh fuck! Ahh… nnngh… no, no!" The protest was to the way he was still being pinned down. "Move… gotta, hah! Gotta move, please!"

Francis ignored his pleas, instead taking in his tone of voice. He moved down the shaft slowly, taking his sweet time in covering his entire cock with his mouth. The boy tasted delicious! He could do this every night for the next millennia if he was allowed to. Finally reaching the base, his gaze flicked upwards to watch Alfred's expression as he began to work his way back up.

Now all Alfred could do was watch, his words tapering off to moans and keening noises of pure want. Francis looked so damn hot, his lips wrapped around his dick, his head bobbing in a slow but steady rhythm. His fingers found their way into thick blond locks, and clung for dear life.

The older of the two could tell that the other wouldn't last for long. But that was fine by him. The way things looked, they would have all night for him to come again. So he sped up, cheeks hollowing out as he applied a firm suction to the mix while his tongue assaulted the hardened ridge at the back of his shaft.

The suction, along with the faster pace and that devilish tongue made for a sensory overload that sent him over the edge with a scream.

"AAAAAAAHHHGH!"

His entire body shook and jerked with each pulse of his member as it released it's load into France's eagerly waiting mouth.

Francis swallowed everything he had to offer easily, having had plenty of practice. He milked him for every drop. After a minute, when he was satisfied that he'd got it all, he released the now limp member. He began trailing kisses back up his abdomen, intent on continuing with a more satisfying act.

Or they would have, if the night hadn't gone to hell within moments.

It all started when Antonio, in a burst of inspiration, barreled out of the bedroom with his own erection standing tall and proud from his unzipped pants. "HEY! I just remembered what I forgot!"

The Spaniard's sudden entry had both France and America sitting up sharply, the mood instantly killed. When their eyes landed on the man's arousal, they had two different reactions. France smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. Alfred yelped and covered his eyes with one hand while tucking himself away with the other.

"Antonio, mon cher! Are you wishing to join us?" Francis grinned at the both of them, while Alfred blushed to the point of almost being purple.

Antonio, however, was more focused on revealing what he had remembered. "Lovino! I forgot about Lovino! I wonder if he is still in Berlin, or if he went home?"

He never got an answer, because then, to make things even more awkward, Francis' door was unceremoniously opened via boot. In rushed Matthew, Gilbert hot on his heels.

*right before Alfred's climax*

Matthew and Gilbert were making their way back to their separate rooms after having had quite the fun time on the beach. They walked along in companionable silence, both tired but very satisfied. They reached Matthew's door, where they turned to face each other and say good night.

"I had a good time." Matthew bit his lip and stared at the floor, flushing slightly.

Gilbert rubbed the back of his head, and nodded. "Ja, me too. Me too…"

Just as the Prussian leaned in to claim a kiss for the road, a scream cut through the quiet of the hallway. They froze, looking down towards where Arthur and Francis' rooms were.

"Did you hear that?"

Matthew nodded, frowning. "I need to check on Alfred."

They both rushed down the opposite way to a door just two down from Matthews, where they both knocked rapidly. After a minute of no response, Matthew pulled out the spare key that he'd secreted from check-in just in case something were to go wrong, and slipped in to find that Alfred's bed hadn't even been touched.

That sent the two barreling out of the room and down the hallway to stop at Francis' door. Hearing a voice behind it shouting animatedly, the Canadian didn't waste time knocking again, and just kicked the door in.

*back to the present scene*

So here they were. And the more Matthew took in, the more pissed he became.

Antonio standing by the bedroom door with his dick out and at attention.

Francis' hair tangled, his mouth looking like it had been busy quite recently.

And his brother, whose shirt was undone, had marks of varying sizes sprinkled from his neck down to his beltline. And if he could see more, he was positive those marks most likely went to his groin. He looked half-dazed, his lips kiss bruised, covered in sweat, eyes holding a I-just-got-caught-doing-a-no-no look in them.

Matthew saw red. Literally. "Francis…."

Both the Frenchman and the Spanish man moved away, fast.

"I'LL KILL BOTH OF YOU FUCKERS!" Looking around, his eyes landed on a lamp. He snatched it up, and brandished it at the both of them. "HOW DARE YOU TRY TO TAG TEAM MY BROTHER?!"

Antonio backed up, hands in the air. "B-But I haven't done anything!"

"THEN WHY THE FUCKEN HELL IS YOUR DICK OUT?!"

"Oh…OOOH…. Yeah, I was watching them while I jacked off.

"WHAT?!"

"HUH?!"

"Damn, Anty! That is a level of awesome worthy of my praise!"

"Hon hon hon"

AN: Next chapter will feature many beatdowns, and fluffy stuff to help balance it ^^ Oh, and does anyone know of any 1P meets 2p fics? I really want to read one, preferably something long with some smut if possible XD If you know if any such story exists, please drop me a PM, or go to my profile and contact me thru the various ways there. Really, I need this so very very bad in the worst way D: