I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters used in this fic

"Okay, everyone! Surprise on three!" The albino whispered to the two blondes who nodded in agreement. Standing up, he placed his hand on the doorknob and prepared to burst into the room. "One... Two..." He slammed the door open and all three of them ran inside. "Three! SURPRI- WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?"

Two confused Germans and a drooling Frenchman stood in shock at the sight in front of them. The youngest German's blood flew South all to quickly when he saw his innocent Italian all hot and bothered; chained up and unable to comfort his own throbbing length. Germany's pants only tightened more at the sinfully long moans that fell from the boy's mouth as his cockring vibrated, depriving him of a much needed release. However, Ludwig wasn't the only one with a domination fetish. Already across the room, Gilbert was licking his lips and standing over Feliciano, who was too lost in his lust to notice when the three entered the room.

"Well hello there, Ita-chan," Germany heard his brother purr and watched in envy as Feliciano gazed at the albino, silently begging to be touched. He heard Feli let out a strangled whine.

"P-prus-ssia?" He choked out, panting heavily. The Prussian smirked in delight.

"No, Feli.. Call me 'Master'!" By now Germany had had enough. He quickly stalked over to Gilbert and shoved the pale man aside.

"Leave him alone you kinky freak!"

"Oh come on, West! You know you were dying to do it too!" Ludwig's face turned bright red.

"N-no I wasn't!" He sputtered in protest.

"G-Germ-man-ny?" Feli moaned, making the blonde freeze. Trying to avoid the boy's lustful gaze, he awkwardly turned to face him.

"Uh.." He coughed. "Y-yes, I-Italy.. what is it?" Feliciano shuddered.

"G-Germ-man-ny..." He took a few ragged breaths. "P-please... M-make m-me f-feel g-good.." He moaned and bucked his hips in desperation, making both of the Germans impossibly hard. Gilbert was the first to respond.

"Don't worry, Feli! Just call me 'Master' and I'll make you feel incredible!" Prussia said, already eagerly pulling down his pants.

"What are you doing!?" Germany demanded.

"Oi! there's no way I'm letting you get cute Ita-chan all to yourself! I'm Germany too!" Ludwig shook his head at his brother's insolence, struggling to keep dirty thoughts from taking over his mind.

"You idiot, he... he doesn't know what he's saying... Put your pants back on!"

"M-masters..!" Feliciano gasped, begging in a throaty moan, "I-I'll d-do anything! J-just p-please, m-make me cum!"

Something inside of Ludwig clicked and he let his lust take over. Feliciano shuddered and sobbed when the blonde nation climed on top of him with a predatory smirk on his face. He kissed Feliciano's soft cheek and ran his hands down the sides of smaller man's frame, stopping at his hips and gripping them tight. He began to plant kisses all over the boy's neck, surprising him every now and then with a bruising nip.

Sitting up, Ludwig exchanged a look with his brother and they nodded their heads, silently agreeing on what to do next. Gilbert reached for the key that sat on the bedside table and unlocked one of the quivering Italian's wrists.

"Oi, Feli." He said, voice thick with lust. Tightly gripping the freed wrist, he sat in Feliciano's place with his back against the headboard. Taking out his member he pulled the boy down against him. Feli whimpered when his arms were wrapped around the strong man's waist and cuffed tightly. His face heated shamefully at the sight of the large cock in front of his face. "Ass up, my little slut," Prussia growled. "Suck your master's cock."

"Y-yes, s-sir.." Obediently, Feli pulled up his legs to lift his rear end, feeling vulnerable now that he couldn't see behind him. He felt a strong hand on his head as the albino guided it to his length. Feliciano bashfully closed his eyes and brought the large cock into his mouth. Gilbert let out a hiss of pleasure, looking down to watch as the boy shamefully pleasured his temporary master.

"Good boy," he praised, stroking Feli's hair like a pet dog. Behind the boy, Ludwig was looking through the pile of toys. He questioningly held up a ball gag for his brother to see. Gilbert shook his head, silently disagreeing and pointing to the oblivious boy occupying his mouth with his cock. Ludwig nodded understanding and looked for something else. He lifted up two clothespins and Gilbert seemed to ponder it for a second before accepting the idea and giving a curt nod. Then his little brother's eyes darkened lustfully as he lifted up a leather crop. Gil's eyes widened for a moment before he smirked devilishly and nodded, eagerly licking his lips.

GerIta and PruIta in the next chapter, obviously. How much more teasing can Feli take? Stay tuned to find out!

PS. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about France and Spain and Romano.