Chapter 4: Regrets, Old Boyfriends and Surprises

Warning this chapter contains USUK smut. Now enjoy...

The next day...

The smell of coffee was wafted from the kitchen, through the hallway and into the living room, where a sleeping and dishevelled Romano lay, scanning horribly. The smell soon woke the Italian up and he snorted as the light hit his eyes.

"Fucking light!" he hissed. He looked around and saw the clock on the mantelpiece. It was half eleven in the morning! Why had he been left to sleep this late?

Romano suddenly the muffled, yet recognisable, voice of his little brother from the kitchen. He stood up, slowly and headed into the kitchen where he found his brother and that damned potato lover at the table.

"Buongiorno, fratello! How's you today?"

Romano winced at his brother's loud voice. "Keep quiet, idiot. I've got a damned hangover!"

"Oh," said Feliciano quietening his voice. "So, are you going to see Antonio to apologize?"

Romano turned on his brother. "Apologize to Antonio? What for?"

Ludwig looked up from the newspaper he was reading, giving Romano a curious look. "You really don't remember last night, do you?"

"Remember what?" growled Romano.

Then the sudden memories of last night sparked in his mind. He remembered himself yelling at Antonio. Shouting insults at him and then drunkenly ending their relationship. The image of the green eyed brunette showing him that damned picture Francis and Gilbert in bed with each other made Romano growl in his throat.

"I'm such an idiota." He muttered.

Ludwig sniggered but soon turned into a cough when Romano gave him a dirty look.

"Ve~! Why don't you get rid of this hangover and go and see Antonio this afternoon?"

Romano sighed. He knew his brother was right but he didn't want to face Antonio yet whilst in the state he was in.

"I'll go tomorrow. Make it up to him."

"Yay! Shall we organise what you'll need to bring with you? Like a gift? Chocolates? Roses? Wine? Churros?"

"No, fratello!" the Italian growled as his hangover screamed at him. "I'll think about it later when I can finally get my head clear. Right now I need to be alone."

He poured himself a coffee and left the kitchen.

Feliciano sighed. "Shame, I was hoping that we could spend some time together."

"Feli, he just needs a little time to think things through before he deals wiz everything. Its best zat ve leave him until he needs us und if he does, he knows vhere we are."

Feliciano smiled at his German boyfriend. He leaned in close and kissed him on the cheek. Ludwig looked up, startled, his cheeks flaring red. He smiled at Feliciano and kissed him back.

At Francis' house...

Antonio whimpered in his sleep, as he felt warmth around his semi-erection. His eyes flickered open and saw Francis and Gilbert happily sucking away. He chuckled lightly.

"Horny again, are we?"

The two nations looked up at the second eldest, a devilish smile perking up on their faces. The blonde climbed his way up the Spaniard's body and kissed like a true lover should. Their arm embraced once another and Francis deepened the kiss. Gilbert soon followed up the bed to the kissing nations and began to kiss their necks. Antonio knew, by the way Gilbert was kissing them, that the Prussian was leaving hickeys. His own way of 'claiming his territory'. And by 'territory', he meant lovers.

Antonio broke the kiss and pinned the horny Prussian to the bed. He turned to an eager looking Francis. "Shall we have our own way with Gil?"

"I don't see why not. His arse is so good to fuck!"

The two nations grinned down at the young nation. Gilbert looked slightly worried by this remark but excited nonetheless.

Francis and Antonio swapped places so that Francis was on top of Gilbert and Antonio was sitting above Gilbert with his arms still pinned against the bed sheets. Francis chuckled as he grabbed hold of Gilbert's legs and wrapped them around his shoulders.

"I had no idea our petite Gilly was so flexible." Purred Francis, tapping a blushing Gilbert's nose.

"Who'd have thought!" exclaimed Antonio. "I'm sure that whore of Austria made you flexy with him being on top!"

"Shut up!" Gilbert snapped, blushing even more. "Ze Great Prussia has always been awesomely flexible wiz my awesome fighting skills und combat training."

Francis looked at Antonio. Both of them had similar expressions of disbelief. Gilbert sighed and said a little mournfully. "All right. It's cause of Roderich being on top. Happy?"

The two countries awed at the still blushing country.

"Well, I'm sure that we are much better lovers that Roderich will ever be. Right, Francis?"

"Exactement, mes amours."

Gilbert smiled at his friends. He pulled them both down towards him and was just about to kiss them when the doorbell rang. They all glanced towards the direction of the doorbell.

"You weren't expecting anyone, where you?" Antonio asked.

"Non. Practically everyone at ze World Conference meetings knows I have you guys visiting moi."

The knock came again."

"Ὰ venir!" Francis yelled. He turned to his lovers. "Better get ready, mes amis."

They all climbed out of bed and threw on some clothes. Francis changed into some clean boxers and a shirt and left the room. He hurried down the stairs to the front door. When he opened the door, the blonde got an even bigger shock than seeing Gilbert crying. There, standing on the doorstep, was Francis' shy little Matthew. The Canadian smiled shyly up at him.

"Bonjour, Francis."

"Mathieu. W-what are you...?"

"Doing here?" Francis nodded. "Well, it's been four years since we went out and I was...kinda hoping that."

Suddenly, Gilbert's voice rang out.

"Oi, Franny! You finished yet. I'm dying for a fuck against the counter."

Francis winced at his lover's words and turned to look at them both. They both gasped at the sight of Matthew, who looked heartbroken. He stepped back from the front door as tears fell down his cheeks.

"R-right. Well...I guess...guess I should be...leaving now."

"Je suis tellement désolé, Mathieu!"

"Ce n'est pas grave. I'll see you all at the next World Meeting."

"Bien sûr."

Matthew smiled. "I'm...happy you've found someone, Francis. Au revoir."

And the Canadian left. Francis watched him go. "Au revoir." He mttered. He closed the door and leaned against it. He looked at his lovers, who looked incredibly guilty.

"Je suis..." the blonde whimpered. "Je...Je..."

"Franny?" asked Antonio, stepping forward.

"Je suis...un idiot!" Francis cried.

He slid down the wall and began to cry. Gilbert ran forward and hugged the sobbing blonde. Antonio joined them. The blonde continued to sob uncontrollably against the two nations.

"It's okay, novio. You've got us."

"Je sais." Whimpered Francis. "But I didn't know that mon petite Mathieu cared so much."

"He couldn't have done if he ended it." said Gilbert.

"Because of me. He ended it because of my stupidity."

Antonio was beginning to regret he was going to say next. "You don't still...love him, do you, novio?"

Francis wiped his eyes and looked up at the Spaniard. "Non, Antonie. I don't. I love you. Both of you."

Gilbert smiled and snuggled even more into his blonde lover. Antonio reached up and stroked the blonde's hair, and Francis snuggled into them both like a kitten. They stayed like that for a few moments, in their love for each other. Soon, Antonio broke the silence, planting two kisses on his lovers' cheeks.

"So, you still hoping for a quickie in the kitchen, Gil?"

An outbreak of laughter echoed in the hallways of Francis' house.

In Arthur's home...

Arthur munched on his seventh scone, waiting for his boyfriend and brother to come over as he was staying over for the World Meeting which was to take place at his home in a few days time. He was also looking at a small box that sat next to his mug of tea.

This small box was the key that would possibly change his life forever and maybe someone else's. But Englishman wasn't sure when he was going to be revealing this little something to that someone. He had thought about maybe revealing it during the World Meeting but thought it would be too much pressure. So, Arthur decided that he would do it when he felt the urge to do it and he wanted to do it before the World Meeting.

He put down the half eaten scone on his knee and picked up the box and opened it to look inside. This had cost lots of money to buy this precious item and he didn't want it to go to waste.

He hoped.

He closed the box and was about t pick up his tie when a knock on the door startled him. He pushed the box under the settee cushion and called. "Come in!" before showing the rest of his scone into his mouth.

He could hear the front door opening along with the sound of his boyfriend yelling at the top of his voice.

"Iggy! I'm here! Where are ya?"

Arthur swallowed. "In the living room!" Arthur called back, cringing at the nickname Alfred had given him.

The door banged open and there in the doorway stood Alfred. Today he was wearing his usual bomber jacket with ripped jeans, a pair of baseball boots and a rock n' roll tee.

"Hey, babe. Happy to see me?"

"Of course, I am, Al. And would you mind keeping your voice down."

Alfred laughed his 'hero-like' laugh and walked over to his Brit. "Says you, you can't even keep your voice down in the bedroom."

Arthur looked at the American, incredulously. "W-w-when?"

"Well, last Friday if I remember correctly."

Arthur could feel himself blushing at this. "I'm not that loud." He muttered. "Anyway, where's Matthew? I thought he was coming with you?"

"He was. But then he decided to go and see Francis for a day or two before coming over."

"You don't think that he wants to get back together with that frog. After what happened between them."

"I don't know. I've seen him looking on his phone or Facebook photos of them together. It must have been at least two years since I finally got Mattie to calm down and stop having these damn nightmares?" the American explained, sitting on Arthur's lap.

"Nightmares?"

Alfred nodded. "Yeah, I think he still has them through. He just won't tell me but there's something that gives it away."

"Like?"

"Well, his eyes are red and puffy. He becomes a little jumpy and...sometimes I can hear him, praying for Francis."

"What?"

"He was praying for Francis."

"God. I've never known Matthew to do this. I've tried to get him to go out with that Cuban guy what's his name?"

"Oh, ummm, Carlos Machado."

"That's the guy but Matthew didn't even try."

"It does a while for someone to get over a relationship, particularly if they've been in for one as long as Francis and Matthew have."

"True. Just hope he's okay."

Arthur nodded. "So, are you gonna be staying here until the World Meeting and leave me all alone or staying here for longer."

"Well, I was planning on staying here until the meeting was over but I guess I could stay longer if you'll let me."

"Stay as long as you want, Al."

"I love you, dude!" Alfred exclaimed, hugging the Brit.

Arthur embraced his boyfriend, chuckling at his boyfriend's enthusiasm. He turned to face the bare skin of Alfred's neck and began to nibble on it. Alfred squirmed in his lap, moaning his name as the Englishman suckled on his skin, a faint bruise appearing.

"Mmm, you're so delicious." Arthur purred.

"Oh, god, Artie."

Arthur reached between them and tugged on the belt of Alfred's jeans. "I want you, Alfred. It's been so long since we were together."

"It's only been five days."

"Too long." He ran his hands up Alfred's top as he flickered his tongue over the spot where his lips had been. "I want to be inside of my little American. Hold you, please you."

"Iggy..." Alfred breathed.

"I want to taste my American boy." And then he began to sing that song that always reminded Arthur of his American lover.

Take me on a trip; I'd like to go some day

Take me to New York; I'd love to see L.A.

I really want to come kick it with you

You'll be American boy, American Boy

Alfred groaned and pushed his hips against Arthur's.

"You know what that song does to me when you sing it."

"That's why I sing it to you, my dear Alfred." The Brit purred.

"Arthur...you jackass."

And with that, the American leapt on him.