A/N) The following chapter is completely lemony with absolutely no plot. If two boys having consensual sex bother you, but you enjoy my story, next chapter will be for You.

If you are one of the many thinking Finally! Here you go. I do have an important message though Before smut.

I apologize greatly for how long this took. Me and my friend HylianShadow86 moved to a new state, and haven't had any time to update (hes my language, and smut expert) I hope to start updating weekly though, but make no promises.

Ok enjoy!

Germany was kissing Italy hard, and forceful. The little Italian didn't fight or push him away, he accepted it. Their mouths melded together, and when Germany slipped his tongue into Italy's mouth, he was welcomed in like an old friend.

When their lips touched, Italy felt a spark ripple up his spine. When Germany invaded his mouth, he never wanted this moment to end. He reached his hands up and threaded his fingers through the blonde locks.

Unfortunately, Ludwig pulled away staring into lust filled amber colored orbs. No words were needed, and they both took off at a sprint towards the house.

As the door closed, Ludwig pinned the Italian to the door, and began kissing him. Invading, and devouring his mouth. Feliciano willingly submitted again. Even when Germany cupped him under his thighs, and lifted him up.

He wrapped his legs around the blondes waist, and ground their bodies together. He put his hands on the German chest, and all but ripped his jacket off.

Germany was trailing down the brunettes jaw, and then started nipping the skin on his neck with his teeth. Biting, sucking, marking the Italian as his. He carried Feli to his bedroom, and laid him down on the mattress. They began stripping, but something was weighing on Germany, and his mind. He stopped at his boxers, but admired the gorgeous, beautiful, tanned, completely naked, flesh of Italy. He looked so beautiful, and incredibly sexy, but there was something he had to know.

"Italy, now is not the time, but how do you really feel about Holy Roman Empire?"

"He was my first love, you never forget that. But to be honest, I can't get you off my mind. I think I may love you." Feliciano answered, blushing deeply.

Ludwig stroked the Italians cheek with his thumb "I think I love you too. So I need to be honest. Prussia and Japan think I could be Holy Roman Empire, grandson of Germania."

Italy covered his mouth "Germany, what if you are?"

"Und vhat if I'm not?"

"So what? Germany I love you for being Germany. Not because you could be Holy Roman Empire"

That was what he wanted to hear, and he began kissing the brunette again. Running one hand across the planes of his well toned, albeit scrawny body. He skimmed his fingers over the tight curls above the slowly hardening length of the Italian, smiling when he heard a sharp intake of breath.

Germany stood up, and walked over to his night table opening the top drawer, and pulling out a bottle of lube. (after rifling past the various other "toys") He got back in between Italy's legs, and looked into those lust filled amber eyes. Italy looked so beautiful, and so vulnerable. Ripe for the taking. Germany coated his fingers in lube, and looked right at Italy, who nodded with absolute certainty.

Germany tentatively pushed a finger into the Italians entrance. He stopped dead when the brunette stopped breathing, and tensed up. He rubbed those tan thighs in an encouraging manner.

"Relax Italy. I know it's veird, but it gets better."

Italy went from not breathing to hyperventilating. Germany and his comforting touches helped a little, and slowly he let his body relax. He trusted Ludwig, his best friend, to make it all better soon. When the finger started gingerly moving in and out, it got less weird.

Germany continued a slow agonizing pace. He just wanted to hump the Italian stupid, but he didn't want to hurt him. He eventually felt the muscles give, and prodded with another finger to warn Feli, before slipping it inside.

Italy started to feel full, in a sense, and moaned softly at the sensation.

This spurred Germany on. He began thrusting the fingers in harder and faster. He angled them hooking them upwards, and was rewarded with the most sexual moan he had ever heard in his life. He stayed right on that spot, and slipped a third finger into the muscle. Now the fun began.

This felt so good to Feli, his erection that had been going soft rehardened with vigor. He began grinding his hips onto the fingers. Feeling full, stretched, pleased. It was amazing. His breath coming out in harsh pants, and laced with low moans. Allowing himself to enjoy every feeling of this.

Germany couldn't take it anymore. Looking over at Feli all sweaty, and grinding into his fingers, made him realize how urgent the tent in his boxers was. He gently pulled his fingers out, and hooked his fingers into his boxers.

"You still vant to, Feli?" Ludwig asked.

Feliciano nodded vigorously, and was rewarded with a completely naked German. He raked his eyes over the gorgeous, well toned body. Every inch of Ludwig was toned, firm, and sexy. That was until he saw the German's fully hardened length. He gulped, and took a deep breathe.

Germany fully coated his erection in the lube. He saw the hesitation on the brunettes face, and was determined to make this the best night of the Italians life. He lined his erection with the entrance, let Italy take a deep breath, and fully pushed in. He stopped dead, supporting his weight on his arms, as he looked down at Italian. His face was screwed up between a mix of pleasure and pain.

This was something Italy always wanted, but why did it have to hurt so bad! It was nice to finally have Ludwig all to himself. He reached his hands up, mussing the gel confines of the blonde hair. He began to relax, and managed to open his eyes. Germany's breath was ghosting across his face, and a pair of intense blue eyes were staring straight at him.

"Move Ludwig, please."

Ludwig almost didn't comprehend what was said to him. Honestly, he could live being inside the Italian forever. He gently pulled out, and pushed back in. He grunted. Italy moaned.

The developed a shockingly fast past. Ludwig was driving the Italian into the bed with his quick snapping hip movements. Said Italian had his legs spread moaning loudly, and moving is hips to meet thrust for thrust. The room was filled with moaning, panting, and sounds of sweaty flesh colliding together. Both of them quickly feeling heat burning in there stomachs. Ludwig reached out, grabbing the Italians length, and began pumping it with his thrusts which were less rhythmic, and more jerky. He was desperate to make sure Italy reached completion.

He did. Crying out "Dios Mio, Ludwig!"

That was all it took. The clenching muscles, and hearing his Italian cry out his name, while spilling his seed all over his body, caused him to cum all inside the boys body.

Ludwig pulled out gently, and laid next to the Italian. He was going to say something, but noticed Feliciano was asleep. He smiled, and kissed him on the cheek. They would talk tomorrow. He wrapped his strong arms around Italy, and promptly fell asleep clutching his new lover.

A/N) I wrote this in tiny bursts of time, so I hope it turned out alright. Question I'm thinking of writing a cracky pairing with this fic for all the drunk people of the previous Chapter called "The Morning After" what do you all think? I'm terrible at humor, but I have a lot to work with, and think it could be a gem.

GDC- Above statement is thanks to your review. So many ideas involving RusAme sunflower sheets and PruCan potentially illegal maple syrup escapades. Hope you enjoyed the smut.