It's finally happening!

Warning: Lemon, fluff, GerIta, and Nichu.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA. I have fun manipulating their characters, though

Joined

He was pulled out of his slumber only when Feliciano moved against him. Ludwig's eyes fluttered reluctantly open, peering down to see the Italian burrowing his face into his chest. He smiled and kissed the bed-mussed head, extending an arm around Feliciano to hold him clos—

Ludwig almost snatched his hand back when he felt bare skin against his palm. It took him a little while to gather that Feliciano may have become overheated sometime during their rest and had somehow cast off his shirt without Ludwig noticing the movement. The thought worried and aroused him at once, and again he felt overwhelmingly filthy for associating Feliciano with anything remotely sexual. Of course, that only made his cock swell even more.

He placed his hand tentatively on Feliciano's curving back, the appendage venturing lower of its own accord. It kept going, fingers outstretched, searching for a waistband, lower and lower and lower and—

My God, Ludwig thought as he was met with the start of Feliciano's crease. Feliciano was completely naked. How the fuck was this happening? If this was a dream, there would definitely be a mess in the sleeping bag when he woke up. Just the thought of digging his fingers into the flesh of Feliciano's plush ass…

Then someone mumbled across the room and turned over, and Ludwig realized that this couldn't be a dream. Yao and Kiku were sleeping together in the other cot pushed up against the opposite wall, and they definitely wouldn't be here if this was a fabrication of his subconscious.

And altogether he knew he couldn't do what he wanted, not with Yao and Kiku dozing away in the dark—Dark, Ludwig thought as he lifted his arm to squint at his watch through the gloom. He and Feliciano had slept for the whole day, and Ludwig felt like it had been no more than five minutes, his muscles aching as if he had been lying stiff as a board the whole time. It was past 10 in the evening, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to go back to sleep with the temptation of Feliciano's ass gnawing at his resolve.

Ludwig nearly jumped when Feliciano shifted again, dislodging his head from Ludwig's chest and tipping it upward. Ludwig studied his placid, vulnerable face, and before he could truly admire it and commit it to memory, one of Feliciano's eyelids slid open and the Italian broke into a smile.

"Ve, your hand is warm~" Feliciano said, and Ludwig only knew he was referring to the hand that was near his ass when the Italian adjusted the position of his hips. He made to snatch his hand back, but Feliciano's snaked out weakly after it, taking it by the wrist and guiding it back to its place. "No, please. I like it there."

Ludwig blushed and he began to sputter damningly before Feliciano pushed his hand further down. Unsure, Ludwig's eyes darted downward only to be met with hooded amber counterparts. "Feel. I don't mind."

Part of Ludwig's mind was screaming that this was so out of character for Feliciano, enough to be suspicious of, but the other urged his fingers to squeeze what he was offered, and he did so, disbelieving.

"Mmmf." It took a few seconds for Ludwig to figure out that the aroused sound had come from Feliciano, and once again his wrist was taken up, guided over a jutting hip, pushed down, down…

Feliciano blinked slowly up at him, and Ludwig could have just rolled them over right then and had his way if it weren't for the shock pulsing through him. "You can touch this too," Feliciano informed as Ludwig's fingers brushed something hot, velvety, and hard. Not Feli's cock, Ludwig told himself, his face utterly on fire. It was only then that he came to the conclusion that he really couldn't fathom Feliciano possessing something so masculine, so dirty. Feliciano seemed to sense his trepidation, and as encouragement the Italian trailed his lips up Ludwig's broad jaw. "I won't be able to sleep, Luddy. Please?"

Ludwig was beside himself, barely grasping Feliciano's engorged cock, much to the younger's displeasure. "You… you want me to, um… s-stroke you, ja?" Fuck, it felt weird just asking Feliciano that question…

Feliciano didn't bat an eye. "No." Ludwig was confused, but only for a second; until Feliciano wrapped his fingers around the other's thick shaft, already far harder than it should have rightfully been.

Ludwig made a startled noise in his throat he didn't even know was manageable. "F-Feli, was?"

"I want this," Feliciano conveyed as he gave Ludwig's cock a squeeze. A fairly and unexpectedly good squeeze. Ludwig couldn't keep a moan from escaping him.

"Feli," he whispered, terribly conflicted. Your hands shouldn't be touching there, he mused even as Feliciano began to pump him. They shouldn't know how to… oh God…

Feliciano was becoming frustrated with Ludwig; it was so obvious in his face. Feliciano was becoming frustrated with him. This was a night chock full of firsts, and Ludwig vaguely wondered if he'd be able to take them all in without being completely paralyzed with astonishment. "Please," Feliciano begged, eyes round and teary. "Please, I want to do this with you before we die."

Ludwig shook his head and released Feliciano's cock completely, opting instead to hold him. "Feli, you shouldn't feel obligated to do this," he murmured, because he couldn't tell Feliciano that they wouldn't die. That was still very much undetermined.

Feliciano whined and squirmed in his grasp, grabbing Ludwig's hand and tugging it downward again. "Per favore, per favore," he pleaded, peppering kisses along Ludwig's jaw, down his neck. "I want you. I'm tired of waiting."

Ludwig cocked an eyebrow, strangely numb with confusion amid Feliciano's handjob and teasing mouth. "You… what?" He couldn't have heard right.

Feliciano was close to crying in exasperation. Ever since that first night they'd spent together in the same sleeping bag, he had been ready for Ludwig to take him. Now he was desperate, wanting to bare his all to Ludwig and wanting to see Ludwig as only ever those this close to him could. He wanted to show Ludwig in every way he could manage just how much he loved him.

Feliciano relinquished his hold on Ludwig's cock, wrapping both arms around the other man's neck and pulling him in for a kiss. Ludwig was so shocked that, for a moment, he was completely still, not even breathing.

"Luddy, per favore, make love to me." Feliciano thrust his tongue into Ludwig's mouth as the wall of teeth gave way, poking around, shy and inexperienced but eager. When the German finally did respond, he was flipping them over, mapping out Feliciano's mouth with aggressive strokes of his tongue. He pulled back, catching his breath and taking in the flushed, demure face and unusual but stirring hooded eyes, glazed with want. No one should look this fuckable.

And then finding answers to Feliciano's out of character behavior didn't matter to Ludwig. His mind was suddenly clear of everything but a burning desire to fulfill Feliciano's demand. His body reacted of its own accord, extending a hand to cup the side of Feliciano's head, fingers combing through soft hair. His lips met Feliciano's once more, the Italian's unmistakably chewed with angst but still pillowy enough to remind Ludwig that, yes, he was kissing Feliciano and Feliciano had just asked him to sleep with him.

In a way, Ludwig felt like he was floating, merely a spectator to the events unfolding, because they weren't real, they couldn't be real. Not after centuries of lusting and loving and pursuing in silence.

Ludwig's fingers traced over Feliciano's skin, fair and still soft even after all those weeks in the freezing cold and through numerous conflicts. He closed his eyes, determined to commit every dip and curve to his memory. When he felt another pair of hands drift down his chest, he opened his eyes once again to see Feliciano staring up at him, eyes dark with desire. His small hands—delicate, Ludwig surmised—made a slow trail up to his collarbone, across his shoulders, coming to rest at the base of his neck, curling the hair at the back of Ludwig's head thoughtfully around the slender digits.

"Luddy," Feliciano breathed, and that was all Ludwig needed to hear.

Feliciano held tight to him as he was offered the German's fingers and eagerly took them into his mouth, wetting them thoroughly. They both knew saliva wouldn't be the most accommodating to their pleasure, but they couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. If they did, the dream might end and reality would crush, just like it always had, all that they wanted and cared for.

Ludwig pulled his fingers from Feliciano's mouth, claiming it with his own as he wormed his hand down between their heated bodies and gently massaged one finger through the tight ring of muscle. Feliciano gasped and cringed, clutching Ludwig by the shoulders, and the German gladly returned the embrace twofold as he managed to submerge his finger completely within Feliciano's warm, constricting channel.

Ludwig pressed his nose into Feliciano's messy locks and waited. He listened to the Italian's heavy breathing, his racing pulse—all there for him. Feliciano tightened around him and squirmed. "Feli…"

"Another," Feliciano urged, pushing his hips down. "Please."

Placing a kiss on Feliciano's temple, Ludwig complied, wriggling another finger inside. Feliciano bit his lip and screwed his eyes shut, giving a soft, pained grunt.

"Keep going?" Ludwig whispered, the second finger almost halfway in now. Feliciano nodded against him, and Ludwig provided him with a third.

It was arduous, Feliciano's muscles clamping defiantly around the invading digits, but as eager as they both were they knew it was necessary. Ludwig didn't want to hurt Feliciano. He wished he could keep everything from hurting the man, but that was an impossible goal. He could, however, make Feliciano forget, make them both forget, and banish the pain that had been plaguing them if only for a moment.

Feliciano whimpered as the fingers began to plunge in and out of him. Ludwig tried to pull back, tried to assess Feliciano's condition, but Feliciano gripped the man like a vice against him. He didn't want Ludwig to stop when he saw the flushed face scrunched up in discomfort Feliciano was surely sporting. He was fine, he kept telling himself, despite the fingers stretching him to the point of pain. I'm more than fine, because Ludwig is with me. He's doing this to me.

And if he quit now, even so much as parted ways with just an inch of Ludwig's skin, the Italian didn't know if he could keep breathing. He needed to know this was happening, that it wasn't just some cruel dream. If he let go, he might lose this moment forever.

The thoughts only stirred his impatience, and Feliciano turned his head, ensconcing his nose in Ludwig's unkempt hair. "Enough," he insisted. "I'm ready."

He did allow Ludwig to pull away from him this time, but only just. The German stared down at him with a look he so rarely possessed that it took Feliciano some time to realize that the expression was concern stemmed from lack of guidance. Feliciano offered him a small, reassuring smile and nodded for him to continue.

Ludwig spit in his hand and took hold of his cock, chewing his tongue. Feliciano looked so pure and innocent and fragile. If he ruined that…

He felt a hand cover his own where it was braced against the cot, and he once again met Feliciano's eyes. "I'm ready," Feliciano repeated. "Do it."

Ludwig leaned down, meaning to comfort Feliciano with kiss as he worked the head of his cock into him, but the act was really to relieve his own apprehension. It was late, and in only a few hours they would be standing on the threshold of oblivion, struggling not to be pushed over. He couldn't afford to hurt Feliciano, but at the same time he didn't want to disappoint him. He conveyed his confliction with his mouth, interspersing greedy strokes of his tongue with soft, slow flicks.

Feliciano was grateful for the distraction, though he couldn't keep a whimper from making its way up his throat. The penetration was excruciating, and they both knew it, but Feliciano kept his arms wrapped around Ludwig's shoulders, determined to see this through no matter what. He would have Ludwig know how much he needed him before the chance was gone, perhaps forever.

When Ludwig was seated all the way inside he broke their kiss, guilty that Feliciano's insides clamping around him in discomfort felt good on his cock. "I'm sorry."

Feliciano welcomed Ludwig back into his arms and held them so that their chests melded together, their heartbeats feeding off of each other, perpetuating and palpitating as one. "Move, Luddy."

Ludwig was hesitant, but when he felt Feliciano's warm breath against him, felt his fingers curl into his skin, he pulled out—cautiously. Feliciano gasped when he gave an equally sluggish but deep thrust back inside. Another thrust, and Feliciano's hips slanting upward against his own was enough for him to set a steady pace.

"O-oh, L-Luddy," Feliciano moaned softly against his ear. The man's eyes were screwed shut, and his heavy breaths stirred Ludwig's hair. The German shivered. Feliciano felt so warm and soft inside, gripping him almost possessively. He was contemplating an advance of speed when Feliciano suddenly arched and keened. Alarmed, Ludwig immediately stalled.

"Feli?" He withdrew from Feliciano's neck, heat rolling through him with the sight of the Italian's newly flushed body, his hooded eyes, his mouth, pink and parted in a withering attempt at a beg, clearly too aroused to form words.

"Th-there," Feliciano was finally able to say. His nails bore into Ludwig's skin, and he brought his legs up to envelop the German's slim hips, rolling his own against him. "Luddy, p-please, I can take it. Please just—oh!"

Ludwig moaned along with Feliciano as he began to plunge his cock in and out of the Italian's warm cavern at a hurried pace; he hadn't felt anything so pleasurable for a long time, and he doubted he would be able to last long enough to satisfy Feliciano properly. He made up for it in kisses and touches, bestowed wherever he could reach: lips to eager lips, lips to cheek, jaw, neck, shoulder, fingers to nipples and below.

Words were lost to Feliciano. He was full with Ludwig, and he could feel the man's essence spreading, like those warm, tingle-inducing touches, seeping through him, evanescing into a heat that rushed through his veins. Ludwig was here and his and no one could touch them.

Feliciano's gasp as his nipples were plucked sent shivers rolling through Ludwig. All that time waiting and wondering if Feliciano wanted him just as much, if he could even make those kinds of noises, confirmed in a desperate bid for sexual release, but it felt like so much more to them. They were in a creaky cot in a bunker below their enemies who might destroy them the following morning and they were going about their first encounter so hastily, but it didn't matter. What did was that they could decide, they could control, they were so starved for each other that every brush of skin felt like jolts of thunder rolling through them, shaking them to the core and leaving room for blinding lightning in the form of starbursts erupting behind their eyes with every stroke, tease, and breath.

Because this was one thing no one could ever take away.

"Feli, ich brauche dich." Ludwig's voice was barely a whisper, afraid that someone may hear his fears and make them real. He buried his nose in Feliciano's warm, goose-pimpled skin, kissing every inch, every millimeter, wanting all of Feliciano imprinted with his affection. "Bitte, nicht verlassen. Nie."

Feliciano had never held anyone so tightly. He feared his arms would never move from their place wrapped around Ludwig, and he wasn't sure if he wanted them to. He could already feel the ache in his ass building, but the overdue pleasure, Ludwig's presence, eliminated whatever worry he had. All words were lost to him, all except Ludwig's name. He moaned it over and over, forced out of him by the German's hard, deliberate thrusts to Feliciano's oversensitive sweet spot and his hand stretched between them, stroking him in rhythm.

Another thrust, and Ludwig felt Feliciano tense beneath him, his insides constricting around him near to pain, nails digging into his shoulders. The German detached his mouth from Feliciano's neck, red with sucking kisses and gentle nips, pressing them to the other man's, drinking up his withering moan as he came between them and over Ludwig's teasing fingers. The Italian was so breathless and shaky, he was unable to reciprocate, letting Ludwig suck, lick, and bite as he pleased, all the while puffing out aroused little keens in between one-sided kisses as the German continued to push his cock into him.

Feliciano's eyes were swimming with a mixture of pain, pleasure, and an outflow of emotion, and he couldn't stop hiccuping between each moan. If he died right now, he doubted he would care. Because he would do so in Ludwig's arms, knowing he was loved more than he ever had been, and that was all that seemed to matter.

Ludwig moved away from Feliciano's lips, unable to concentrate on two things at once so deep into his pleasure. He trailed his lips along Feliciano's jaw, coming to rest at his ear, hot, heavy breaths puffing against it, making Feliciano shiver and gasp. The German continued to rut into the man beneath him until everything in him tightened, sending a spike of pain from sore muscles and old wounds through his body, but just a moment later he was coming, and he forgot everything. Below him, Feliciano gave one last shudder and managed to breathe, "Germany," before all that could be heard were heavy pants.

But concern flashed through Ludwig, and he had barely recovered before he was raising himself on trembling arms and staring down at Feliciano, whose head was stretched back, eyes closed in blissful exhaustion. "Feli?"

Feliciano opened one eye barely a sliver, smiling softly at the sight of the flushed, sweaty, tousle-haired German who appeared more vulnerable than he'd ever seen him. "Si?"

"Were you, um…" Ludwig passed a tongue over his lips and continued meekly, somewhat guiltily, "a virgin?"

Feliciano opened his other eye and his smile twitched just a bit. "Wasn't everyone once?"

Ludwig blinked at him, perplexed. He'd never thought the Italian had the capacity to answer in the form of a rhetorical question. "Well, ja, but—"

Feliciano finally relented, amused at Ludwig's endearing confusion. "No, I wasn't. It has been a while, but before this I…" He paused as he saw Ludwig cringe at the mention of past trysts. "Are you angry?"

Well, that explains a lot. Ludwig quickly gathered himself and banished the expression from his face. Truthfully, he was jealous; he had wanted Feliciano for a very long time, and during that time the man might have been sleeping around. Feliciano had even said, when Ludwig had confessed his affections, that he had known. Had he been sleeping with others during that time as well?

And even considering all these speculations, Ludwig had not the heart to be angry with Feliciano. The man had a right to do what he wanted, and Feliciano's wide, anxious eyes as he awaited Ludwig's answer were enough for him to know that all those past lovers did not matter. "No, I… just, you felt, um…" he trailed off before catching himself, "ja, and I was afraid I had hurt you." He fixed Feliciano with a beseeching gaze then. "Are you?"

Feliciano stared at him for a few moments, blinking, his face not offering any answer. And then Feliciano held out his arms, drawing Ludwig in and kissing him on the ear. "Far from it." It was a lie according to his sore body, but as attributed to his mind it was strikingly true. He's so sweet. I always knew he was sweet. "Ti amo, Luddy." I had no reason to wait. I'm lucky he was willing to.

Ludwig's arms tightened around the man beneath him. The man that was finally and truly his. "Ich liebe dich, Feli."

And across the room, in the cot against the far wall, Yao's hand found its way to Kiku's growing hardness. He smirked into the younger's hair. They had heard everything.

Kiku flinched, face erupting in a bloom of red in the dark. His hand shot down to fumble at Yao's wrist. "Y-Yao-ch-chan…"

Yao pressed his lips to Kiku's forehead, amused. "You are so kawaii, Kiku."

His hand wrapped around Kiku's need, and the latter buried his face into Yao's chest to smother his moans. Here, with Yao in the dark, he was not judged, and for once he ceased to care about what the man might think of him. As the past couple of months could attest, Yao loved him wholly, and that was enough for him to kick aside the last brick of his isolating mental wall. He felt naked, exposed, but Yao made up for it, cloaking him in the warmth of his affection, promising him so much with so little. He had never felt so unashamed.

Translations:

ich brauche dich-I need you

Bitte, nicht verlassen. Nie-Please, don't leave. Never.

A Word From the Writer: D'aww, at last, right? 'Bout time there was some GerIta, but that was the point. I was saving that adorkable little tidbit for the end. Why? Well, they're kinda the 'it' couple in Hetalia, come on. Not to discriminate against the other couples, but considering Hetalia is named after Italy...

And Italy is not a virgin because, well... that would kinda suck to be limping during a coup.

All right, so all the lemon is through. I'm sad to say that there won't be anymore in this fic, but that's just because it's almost the end. Now, now, that's no excuse for you to quit reading! Gotta know who makes it and lives (almost) happily ever after, right? (Except for Canada. I feel bad that I could only really give him one lemon in which he was involved, but I'm writing lemon with him in it now, so... I guess that makes up for it?). But don't worry! Because I haven't been writing so much lemon with this fic, I've been making a ton of unfinished one-shots and other naughty little things I plan to post (one of my favorites involves tentacles... yes, and not just with one nation, oh no).

On another note, this is literally the last finished chapter, so I better get to writing! Until next time! :D