Oh my this is long. It took forever. Hope you guys enjoy it, though. Warning: This chapter contains graphic sex between two guys. You've been warned. Anyway, chapter 12.

Germany had picked up his suit from the dry cleaners early the next day. Once Italy had woken up later on in the morning he explained that they would be going out to a nice restaurant and asked him to dress up. Italy light up squealing,

"I hope they have pasta!" Germany wasn't surprised at all and just shook his head at this.

Germany headed back out to pick up a couple of last minute things that he didn't want Italy finding beforehand. Italy used this time to watch one of his DVD's before he got in the shower before Germany came home.

Luckily, Italy was still in the shower by they time Germany arrived home with his supplies. He shoved the brown bag in the top drawer in his night stand. He heard the water turning off and stepped away from the nightstand and into the closet, getting his clothes and pretending he wasn't fiddling around with anything. Italy stepped out, rubbing the water out of his hair with his towel.

"Germany, you're home."

"Ja, I was just getting my suit before I took a shower."

"Could you pull mine out for me? Pretty please?" Germany pulled Italy's suit out of the closet, handing it to the naked man. He dropped his wet towel on the floor, abandoning it. Germany grounded, picking it up. He tried his best not to stare. He really tried his best not to get excited as he walked into the shower.

They arrived at the restaurant, sitting at a table located towards the back for more privacy. Italy grabbed Germany's hand from across the table. Something really nice about Germany, Italy found out, is that the country had a very high tolerance for homosexuals. So there was nothing to feel ashamed about, and there was no worry that others would judge them if they held hands like this.

As they ate Germany couldn't help but look at Italy as he shoved food in his mouth. Contrary to belief, Italy wasn't a messy eater, just a really fast one. It worried the man a bit, thinking that Italy would get sick because of it. But he was usually fine.

As he thought about it, he wasn't too sure why he did wait. He and Italy had been friends for years, they knew everything about each other. And he knew Italy loved him, and vise versa. In the end Germany realized there was nothing to overthink.

"How is it, Feliciano?" Feliciano looked up from his plate, smiling.

"It really good. Not as good as pasta, but definitely no where as bad as England's food. The sausage is really good, especially when I dip them in the mashed potatoes." He said, dipping his sausage in the potatoes and bringing it to his lips. In doing so, he got some of the sauce on his cheek. Germany took his napkin and wiping it off.

"Grazie." Germany smiled, going back to his own food.

On their way back from the restaurant Germany drove as Italy leaned against his shoulder. Germany tried to explain that it wasn't the safest thing to do, especially because he was driving, but Italy didn't let up. So he just went with it. Germany looked at Italy for a quick moment,

"Are you tired, meine Liebe?" Italy smiled.

"No."

"That's good." He turned on the radio, adjusting the volumes before he played the CD he had put in the car earlier. "Do you recognize this song?"

"Of course I do! This is the song that played when we got together and when we first kissed!" Italy beamed. Germany wrapped his hand around Italy's, bringing it to his lip and kissing it.

"Germany, why are you being so romantic? You're never act like this." Germany cleared his throat.

"Italy, do you remember when you kept trying to get me . . . to . . . um, sleep with you?"

"You mean like sleep? Or do you mean sex?" Germany coughed awkwardly.

"Erm, sex. And I kept saying no but I think that we're ready. I think that I'm ready." Italy's smile grew wider. He pressed his lips to Germany's neck. Germany shuddered.

"Okay." He leaned back, listening to the song. "Yay!"

They got back to the house. Everything seemed different somehow. Being in their home felt almost foreign. They didn't turn the lights on, they just slowly crept upstairs in the darkness. They made their way to Germany's bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them. Germany knew that no one would interrupt them, but he wanted to be sure. This was supposed to be special and private. Something only he and Italy had the chance to do with each other.

Italy wrapped his arms around around the Germans broad shoulders, taking off his jacket and tossing it to the floor. He brought his lips to the back of Germany's neck, taking his hand and leading him to the bed.

Germany used one of his hands to guide Italy down onto the bed. It was strange. Italy was usually so bouncy and happy, so careless, but now he seemed serious. He was focused and attentive. His eyes were lusty. It was very arousing.

Their lips connected in a slow but heated kiss. Italy loosened the blue tie Germany had been wearing, tossing it over the side of the bed and working diligently on the buttons on his shirt. Germany tried to do the same to Italy's shirt, but found that the buttons were harder to get undone than his own. Italy pulled away, breathlessly whispering,

"It's a little tricky." Germany's shirt was completely undone now. Frustrated and not wanting to ruin the mood by trying to do each one individually, he simply grabbed in between the his strength he ripped the shirt open, buttons sent flying. Italy marveled in the way Germany's muscles flexed as he did so, his face scrunched up in determination.

The blonde buried his face in Italy's neck, muttering,

"Sorry." Italy titled his head back slowly, running his fingers through the blonde strands, messing them.

"S'okay." He sighed. Germany pulled away, pulling his shirt off and tossing that too.

"Just tell me what you want." He cooed, running the back of his hand down his lovers face.

"I want," Italy said, holding the hand that was caressing his face, "for you to be inside me."

"Really? You know, it will hurt."

"Yeah, but I know it will feel good too."

"Alright." Italy smiled, pulling his German back in for a kiss. Germany wrapped his arms around the lithe Italian, pulling him up so he could easily pull of his shirt. Italy's hands were busy undoing Germany's belt, unzipping his pants, and pressing open the button.

Germany and Italy began to kick off their shoes, hearing them hit the floor with a loud thud, but too in the moment to even remotely care. Italy sat up, twisting and pushing so he was now on top. He straddled his hips, pressing kisses from each pecks, down to his abs, towards his navel and pressing southward.

Germany was hesitant, the books didn't mention this, but he figured to just let Italy do as he pleased. It couldn't hurt.

He felt Italy's fingers loop around his pants and boxers, bringing them down past his hips. Just enough to let the hardening length slip free. Italy stared at it, marveling. Germany was long and thick. He figured that much, though, it fit him very well.

Germany began to feel a little self-conscious in the way Italy was just staring. He wa about to say something when Italy brought his lips to the tip. Germany hissed and Italy smiled. He thought back to the video's he'd seen. He took his tongue, running it from the base to the tip. He did this once more, just licking until he got to the tip again and wrapped his lips around it. It didn't taste too good, but it wasn't something so horrible that it would cause him to back out. Instead he began to suck lightly.

Germany was panting, holding back from bucking up into Italy's mouth.

Italy dropped lower, sliding his lips further down the Germans now completely hard erection. He began to suck, letting his teeth scrape along the shaft. The sounds Germany was letting out were arousing. He let out small grunts and low moans in between his deep and shallow breathes. Italy looked up, smiling at the sight of Germany biting his lip and gripping the sheets, obviously holding back.

It was great. Perhaps it was because he was a virgin, or maybe Italy was just that good, but Germany felt like his entire body was on fire. The sucking heat of Italy's mouth working diligently up and down his erection felt immensely good. And the way Italy smiled up at him was just so great.

Italy palmed himself through his own pants as he worked up and down his cock. He relaxed his throat, sliding all the way down for a brief moment before he felt like gagging, and then he pulled off with a sort of mangled popping sound.

"Good?" Germany swallowed hard, leaning up and kissing the boy and not caring where that mouth just was.

"Really good. Now it's your turn." He flipped the boy down on the bed forcefully for Italy's amusement, but gentle enough so it didn't hurt. Italy bit back his smile in excitement. Germany pulled his pants and boxers, along with his socks. He wasn't really ready for the long foreplay of shedding clothes off layer by layer.

He looked at Italy a bit shocked. Italy wasn't . . . small. Not in the slightest. In fact, he was almost as big as Germany, maybe an inch, or maybe just half shorter than himself. He wasn't as thick, but still. Italians, he thought.

He wrapped his lips around the hard length, sucking slowly. Italy gasped at the foreign feeling. It was wet and hot and the pressure from the sucking felt wonderful. Italy brought his hands up so that the could run along his own chest, moving down to entangle them in Germany's now messed hair.

He bobbed his head up and down, using his tongue to press against the bottom half of Italy erections while his teeth scraped the top.

"Ugh, Ludwig." Italy moaned. Germany pulled off slowly, still licking down the base and moving to the mans balls. He didn't stay there long, still moving down until he pulled away completely. He wrapped his hands around Italy's waist, pulling him so that his legs sat on his legs on his shoulders. His hands moved to Italy's ass, parting each cheek.

"Ludwig?" His asked hesitantly. His only answer was the Germans tongues lapping along his puckered entrance. Italy let out a loud moan, throwing his head back.

"Dio mio!" He cried, chest heaving. Germany wiggled his tongue, shoving it into the ring of muscles before him. Italy's hands tried to grip onto something, the sheets not feeling like enough to keep him grounded. The wiggling wet feeling was like nothing he'd felt before. "Please, please." He didn't know what he was begging for, he just knew that he needed more.

Germany pulled away, quickly shoving the rest of his clothing off. Italy spread his legs, allowing Germany to fit in between. He grabbed Italy and kissed him. Italy thought it was a little gross, but loved Ludwig too much to care. He nestled his cock between Italy's ass while he put Italy's in between their stomachs. He humped down.

Feliciano wrapped his legs around Ludwig's waist, bringing his hips up with every thrust downward. He felt so pleasured. Germany pulled away from the kiss, still humping, to grab the bag he put in the nightstand earlier.

To both their displeasure, Germany pulled away. Italy sat up, propping himself up on his elbows to see what Germany was doing. He reached in the brown bag, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom.

"Do we-" Italy began. Ludwig looked up at him. "Do we really need the condom?"

"It will be kind of messy if we don't use it."

"I don't care." Feliciano said quietly. Germany thought for a moment. Supposedly it felt better, but there would be the mess . . . Italy made the decision for him, grabbing the condom and putting it back in the bag. "We're countries, it doesn't matter. Besides, I know you don't have anything, and neither do I." He placed the bag on the floor and looked back up. He leaned back down, drawing his legs up and holding his knees up. It was a great sight. How Italy managed to look so innocent and arousing all at once had him at a loss.

Germany uncapped the lube, putting it onto his fingers generously. He rubbed Feliciano's thigh gently.

"Relax." He heard Feliciano take a deep breath and relax all of his muscles. "Good." He brought one finger to Feliciano's hole, pressing it in. Feliciano's breath hitched and Ludwig could feel his muscles tensing up again. He was about to say something but could feel him relaxing once more.

He was determined.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, just feels strange."

"Alright, I'm going to add another finger. Is that okay?" Italy nodded.

"Si, I promise I won't tense up like last time."

"Alright." He added a second finger, and this time Feliciano didn't tense up like he did last time. He worked them in and out, adding just a bit more lube. "How is it?"

"It's . . . good."

"Are you just saying that?"

"No."

"Okay then." He added a third finger. He could tell that Feliciano was trying his best not to tense up. His muscles spasmed slightly around his fingers.

This time it took longer to adjust than the first two. There was a dull sting that came along with this finger. Italy began to wonder if he would be able to handle the real thing when it came. He breathed in and out in an even rhythm, trying to get himself under control.

Germany knew it hurt, but he waited for Italy to tell him to stop. When he didn't Germany gave a small sort of smirk, only because he was impressed with Italy, but still worried.

Germany then remembered that spot that all of the books talked about. He curled his fingers, pushing them in and searching.

"Ludwig?" Italy breathed out. "What are you- ghah!" He cried, bucking down on his fingers. Germany was shocked. He knew that the prostate was pleasurable, but was it really that intense?

He pulled out his fingers earning a long, shaking breath from his lover. He could sense the nervousness that Italy showed.

He liberally coated his own cock with the lube, and then some on Italy's entrance.

"Keep this position." He ordered. Italy did so. Germany positioned his penis as the entrance of Italy's ass. He put a small amount of pressure, enough so he wouldn't have to guide it in when he really did push in.

He braced his arms around Italy's head, his body over Italy's and staring him right in the eyes. He smiled and so did Italy.

"I love you, Ludwig."

"I love you too, Feliciano." They brought their lips together, passionately kissing. For a moment, they forgot what they were doing, then Germany was pressing in. The tip of his erection slid into the shivering Italian who broke the kiss and cried out.

"Gah! Ah . . . ah." He hissed between breaths. "Germany . . ." Germany halted, only half way in.

"Do you want me to stop."

"No, just . . ." He screwed his eyes shut, taking deep breaths. ". . . a-alright." Germany continued to slide in until his pelvis was nestled against the curve of Feliciano's ass. They didn't need to say anything. Ludwig knew that Feliciano needed time to adjust.

"Does it hurt that much?"

"N-not really. It just stings a little. You can move." As much as he didn't want to hurt Feliciano, Ludwig was somewhat relieved. The man was so hot and tight. The pleasure was unbelievable. He began to wonder why he put this off for so long.

He moved slowly, inch by burning inch in and out of his lover. As he moved, there was more of the stimulating pleasure of his penis grazing against Feliciano's prostate. It felt good. And when the pain subsided it felt even more wonderful.

Feliciano was glad he went through with it. It felt amazing, wonderful, great. Feliciano moaned each time Ludwig thrust his hips up into the welcoming ass of Feliciano.

"Oh Dio, Ludwig."

"Feliciano, you feel . . ."

"Faster, per favore." Ludwig was one for begging, and other sorts of things. But that would be for later. Right now was perfect, the way things were right now was perfect. He moved faster, the hot pressure around his cock so incredibly blissful.

Heat coiled in abdomen, feeling his orgasm coming soon. Ludwig took one of his hands and brought it to Feliciano's straining erection. The lube from earlier working well to slick his pumps of Feliciano's own penis. Ludwig grunted as he thrust in and out of the smaller man. Feliciano was a moaning mess, eventually feeling a sharp swell in his balls as he came with a long drawn groan.

Ludwig reached his peak, spilling his own seed inside of his lover with a brutish grunt.

They laid there, both panting quietly. Ludwig pulled out, grabbing the tissues on the nightstand and cleaning them both up lazily. Cum dripped out of Feliciano's ass. He took some of the tissues from the German and wiped the seed that was spilling out of his ass. He knew that he would get the rest tomorrow in the shower.

Germany eventually disposed of the tissues and curled up next to Italy. He kissed his sweaty neck.

"You were really brave, I'm proud of you." Italy smiled tears filling his eyes.

"Nobody's ever called me brave before."

"You just showed great bravery."

"It felt good."

"I'm glad."

"Germany . . ."

"Ja?"

"I'm tired."

"Me too, go to sleep."

"Okay." He smiled, cuddling closer to the well built man. They both fell asleep, blissfully.