Author's note: Hey, this is my first story thingy! lol So, I'm sorry if it goes every where, and/or sucks like no other lol. Well, I HOPE you enjoy! X3

Germany rolled over uncomfortably as a chill swept by, causing a shiver to run down his back. He hated the cold as much as Austria sewing all of his worn out clothes, and making him wear them.

Ludwig gruffly sat up still with his eyes shut; not fully awake. "Must've forgotten to shut off the air conditioner before I went to bed…"

He kicked his legs over the edge of the bed slowly glancing over to his clock. 3:34 a.m.; Germany frowned, but turned on the bedside lamp before getting up to mess with the thermostat.

"What the…?" The temperature that the thermostat was reading was 50 degrees. "God, who's been messing around with this thing? Who can live in this temperature?"

Knowing it was really early in the morning; he wasn't expecting an answer.

"I feel like this is a nice temperature, da?"

Ludwig froze at the voice as it giggled. A hand pressed against his shoulder with a lot of force.

"You don't have to be so scared, Ludwig. It's only me, Russia." Another giggle escaped from the other man.

A wave off cold air swirled around Germany's shoulder where the Russian's hand was placed. He glanced back too afraid to turn fully around to face Ivan. "How… How did you get into my house?"

"The front door was open, so I came right in." Ivan smiled innocently down at the German.

A forced smiled spread across Ludwig's face as he looked away. "Oh… I see…"

'What the hell! I bolted that door locked before heading for bed! I never forget to lock the door!'

"So," Germany let out a quivering chuckle, "what is it that you're here for?"

"You're virginity." Russia smiled again with a sweet face.

"My what!" Ludwig sputtered as he fully spun around staring up at the man. Laughing; Ivan's eyes flickered a red gleam as he stared at Ludwig.

"You're too easy, Ludwig. I wouldn't do anything like that." There was a slight sarcasm in his tone as he stepped away from the other man. "Now, you must be wondering why I'm in your house in the first place, da?"

Germany slightly flustered nodded his head. "Yes, it's not like you to come and pay me a visit."

'And didn't I ask him that earlier before he made that crack?'

Ivan frowned as he turned his gaze to his hand where his forefinger and thumb rubbed together slowly. "Yes… It is odd for me to come down to a place where that damned Prussia lives."

"Excuse me?" Ludwig shot a glare towards the Russian.

Prussia was Germany's brother even if he's a fouled mouth, bad tempered albino brat. Russia looked away from his hand glaring back with silence. Sweat drops began to appear above Ludwig's brow even when he left cold.

Slowly, a smile creased Ivan's face; raising his hands in front of him in surrender. "Sorry, sorry! I forgot my manors. This is your house; I should be more respectful." Germany eased a little as the other man chuckled slightly. "But, you must understand that your brother and I… Well… How do I put it? We just don't see eye to eye."

No joke; Prussia new how to push Russia's buttons and Ivan doesn't like his buttons being pushed. Once it almost cost Prussia his left arm after saying that Russia was nothing but an emo bastard that didn't have real friends nor a brain to run a country. Russia had grabbed Gilbert's arm, and clenched onto it till the bones started to snap. Ivan gave him the option of either apologizing and keeping his arm or having it ripped out of its socket.

Prussia almost refused when Germany stepped in ordering him to apologize before he decided to disown him. Gilbert had a soft spot for his brother, so with a growl he had apologized to the Russian man. Though, this had not stopped Prussia from throwing out the occasional curse word towards Ivan's direction. Thankfully, Russia could cope with that without having murderous intensions towards Germany's brother.

"Yes, I guess that's true, but you still haven't answered my question." Ludwig was starting to get a little impatient. He was tired, cold, and not dressed properly to have 'guests' over.

"Ah," Ivan giggled sweetly, "I came here to discuss our relationship."

"Relationship? What do you mean, Ivan?" Germany was puzzled by this. Russia wasn't part of the Axis Powers, so why would he want to discuss that matter?

"Well, I would love to discuss the matter further, but walking all the way here really…"

"We can go into the living, so you can rest. Then we can talk." The German lead the other man into the living room.

"Mmhmmm…" Russia observed the room with pleasure. "Nothing less than expected of you, Ludwig. Everything neat and clean."

Germany was a man of order and neatness. Nothing was out of place nor unclean. OCD didn't need to be smacked onto Ludwig's forehead for someone to know how he was. Be just looking at him; you knew of the order he needed to live a peaceful life style. Except when you see him when he first wakes up; as of now.

Ludwig's hair flopped in front of his eyes which normally was slicked back neatly with hair gel. A black wife beater and a pair of shorts were his normal bed time wear. Germany felt uneasy looking at how Ivan was in his typical clean uniform.

A long greyish tan trench coat, with a long scarf resting on his shoulders, dark brown gloves, same colored boots, dark grey pants, and whatever else he wore underneath the coat. He looked more clean and refreshed than Germany did; which is why he felt uneasy.

"Ivan, if you wouldn't mind… Could I get myself a little more appropriately dressed? I feel as if I'm disrespecting you, by wearing this look as of now." Ludwig blushed slightly embarrassed of bringing up his current state.

Russia caught site of the redness of Germany's cheeks. He grinned, "Ah, Germany, are you embarrassed on how you're dressed right now?"

"Well… I…" Germany's cheeks reddened even more.

"Ludwig, with all due respect…" Russia stood up walking across the room towards Germany. He stopped in front of him, and leaned over with their noses almost touching. "I'd prefer you to stay like you are now."

Germany opened his mouth to saying something, but nothing came out but, "Ah… Ah…"

"Oh, my German friend… You're really cute when you get all choked up." Russia purred as he gave him the look over. "But, if you insist on getting undressed…" Ivan gabbed onto Ludwig's shirt, "Then by all means." With a quick movement of his hands; he pulled Germany's shirt up over his head.

Germany sat there surprised at his quickness, then wondered what the hell the older man was doing. "I…Ivan…? What…? Ah…" Words weren't forming the way Ludwig wanted for some reason that night.

"Shhh… You're tired." The Russian stared hungrily down at him, "I'll help you out of those pants of yours." He started for Germany's shorts, and that's when Ludwig finally found his voice.

"N… No! No!" He shot up making Ivan stumble backwards slightly startled. "No… I… I'm sorry, but I'm perfectly fine with undressing and dressing myself. Thank you though for your… Thoughtfulness…"

Russia seemed unpleased with this; making Germany feel uneasy again. He went to pick up his shirt to fold it in a nice square when suddenly; Ivan shoved him up against the wall. "What the hell!"

"I apologize right now, but Ludwig…" The Russian had a serious look while pressing closer to the other male. "I'm done with playing games. I want you now, and there's nothing that can stop me from that."

"Bruder, what the hell was that noise?" Prussia slowly entered the living room yawning sleepily dragging his feet as he walked. He slowly opened his eyes seeing Russia pressing up against his brother. "What the fuck is going on here!" Gilbert belted out as he stomped over to them.

"Obviously, your 'bruder' and I are having some… Fun…" Russia said monotony; he wasn't too thrilled to be interrupted by the one man he loathed.

"Fun my fucking ass! Get the hell off of him!"

"No." Russia pressed harder onto Ludwig. Germany squirmed his hands in between them pushing slightly.

"Ivan, please, for God's sake. Get off!" He gave a harder push making the Russian move away. "Please, leave. If you're serious about talking about whatever it was that you wanted to talk about… We can talk about it later, but for now… Please leave my house." Germany couldn't keep eye contact as he said this. He didn't want to see the cold stare of the other man.

"Yes… I apologize for my rudeness. Please forgive me." Ivan gave no emotion to his words; just cold nothingness. "I'll make my leave. I'll call you in a week from now." With that, Russia turned and walked out of the house.

Prussia followed him with his eyes. He turned as soon as he heard the door click close. Gilbert turned back to his brother, "What the hell was he trying to make you do, Bruder?"

"I… I don't know… Let's not talk about it right now, okay? My head hurts and it's late as it is." Ludwig rubbed his head, and started for the stairs. Gilbert watched him silently, and then soon followed.

They both passed the thermostat that read 76 degrees.