AN: I promised smut didn't I? Here it is! I apreciate all the support i've been given for this story! Enjoy!

When they pulled up to Germany's house, Italy got out first. Ludwig led him to the door and reached above the doorframe to get the key. When found it he unlocked the door. They went inside and Germany was surprised when the Italian immediately started to pull him upstairs.

"Italy, what are you doing?" He asked when they reached his door.

He was answered by Feliciano pushing him against the doorway with strength Ludwig didn't think the smaller had. Italy frantically attacked his neck, sucking and biting. Germany tried to hold in a moan. What was he doing?

"Fe-Feliciano. What's going on?" He asked as stern as he could manage.

The Italian pulled back, his lips slightly swollen and pink with a hazy look in his eyes.

"I want to do what I couldn't before. Ludwig, I love you." He said softly, before grinding into the taller nation.

Ludwig let out a gasp, watching the look on Feliciano's face change from hazy to lusty. He couldn't let the Italian have all the fun. So he grabbed Italy's hips and switched their positions. Italy squeaked, but it soon turned into a moan when Germany pressed himself against the other. The taller opened the door but held Feliciano steady as he guided him into the room and eventually onto the bed. Italy scooted up further to rest his head on the pillows. Germany followed and loomed over him, palming his cheek.

"I love you Ludwig. I love you so much." The smaller nation said, starting to tear up.

Ludwig watched his little Italy on the verge of breaking. He felt his heart crack, but melt at the same time. He leaned in to nuzzle the other's neck. Feliciano loved him. He was beyond happy. He was so glad to be alive again. No matter what it was Prussia and England had done to bring him back, he was in their eternal debt. From now on he planned to live for a very long time. Much longer than he had before, just so he could be with Feliciano.

"You know, I'm not Germany anymore." He commented.

Italy looked at him curiously. "What's your name now?"

"The Germanic Republic of Prussia." He replied, smiling. "But I prefer Germany."

Feliciano smiled and pushed up to meet Ludwig's lips. The two kissed for a while, just letting their hands roam. Italy got impatient soon though. He started unbuttoning Germany's shirt, and managed to pry it off his body. Then the smaller nation kicked his own boots off, his jacket and shirt following soon. Ludwig laughed slightly at how Italy was being so eager.

"Vee~ Ludwig, switch places with me for a while ok?" He asked, innocently.

Who was he to deny Feliciano? So he got off the Italian and laid down where he was previously. Italy pried at Germany's boots, having trouble getting them off. The German laughed, then untied and removed his boots for himself. Italy pouted at his inability to do the task, a blush stretching across his face and chest. But he got over it quickly, crawling over the larger nation's legs. He rested neatly in between the other's knees. Both of his hands roved up Ludwig's thighs, finding their target when they reached his pant's zipper. He pulled it down, and watched as Germany's face heated up and turned red.

"It's just me Germany." Italy sighed, then left small kisses down the other's stomach.

Ludwig groaned when his pants were pulled down just enough to let his member out it's confines. Feliciano smiled, then gave it a curious lick. Germany moaned, and tilted his head back on the pillow. He was encouraged by that and took him whole. Ludwig was torn between moaning and making a surprised noise. In the back of Italy's head, he formed a plan. He was going to make sure Germany knew how sorry he was and how much he loved him. The smaller nation licked and nibbled the head, then let it go with a soft 'pop'. Germany panted below him. Italy climbed back over the German and positioned himself above his manhood. He knew it would hurt, but he would rather hurt for Germany's sake than anyone else's.

"Italy, what are you doing?" Ludwig asked hazily but still coherent enough to know what Feliciano just might be thinking.

Feliciano smiled then leaned down to kiss the other and successfully muffle any protests. He pressed down slowly but steadily on the other nation. To be honest it was one of the worst pains he'd ever felt. It felt like he was being ripped in two from the inside out. But he didn't stop. Ludwig broke the kiss and winced at the almost-too-tight feeling. Italy tried not to cry, but he couldn't help it. When the clear drops hit Germany's cheek he looked up to see Feliciano in complete and utter pain. It brought back the memories of shooting the other. Causing him pain and making him suffer.

"Italy! Don't! You'll get hurt! You might tear!" He exclaimed, taking hold of Feliciano's hips and trying to pull him up.

"No! Please…. Please Germany. Let me do this." He pleaded and pushed down harder against the hands.

Ludwig looked at the smaller nation sadly before closing his eyes tightly. He wouldn't dare move in fear of hurting the other even more. He waited patiently as Italy whined and whimpered above him. Eventually there was only one last push before Germany was in all the way. They both froze. It took everything the smaller nation had not to burst into tears. Though the pain was slowly subsiding as he could feel the German softening inside him. Well that wouldn't do.

Feliciano winced a little when he pulled up slowly, then pushed back down. He repeated this pattern several times before the pain disappeared. Ludwig suddenly let out a deep moan when the Italian picked up the pace. Italy supported himself by keeping his hands on Germany's chest as he bounced up and down. Even though Germany still though of not hurting Italy, eventually all thoughts were lost. Despite the situation he was getting hard again.

Italy kept the pace up. He could tell Ludwig was close. How his hips were met halfway down by the larger German's. For him it was hit and miss. The feel of being filled by Germany after 600 long years of regret and hopelessness was amazing. But not every thrust hit his prostate. A couple more minutes of bouncing and grinding, the German came. Feliciano watched Ludwig's face relax and his eyebrows knit together before he sank back down into the bed.

He looked up at Italy with tired eyes, but couldn't help noticing his obvious problem. Germany reached for Feli's manhood. He stroked lightly and was satisfied with the shivers he let out. Ludwig was mesmerized by the look on Feliciano's face. The Italian's eyes were shut lightly, a blush covering most of his face and chest. His mouth hung open as he panted lightly. His lips were bright pink and bruised. The German pressed his thumb to the head. The smaller arched a little more, moving his hands to rest on Ludwig's thighs as he leaned back. Germany began stroking, and sped up when Italy moaned. The smaller closed his eyes and gripped onto Ludwig's thighs a little tighter. It wasn't long before the smaller nation came as well. Feliciano stilled, then fell forward onto his lover. Despite the stickiness between them, Ludwig was happy. Things were silent for a while, but eventually Germany felt the need to shower.

"Italy, we should take a shower. We can go to bed after." He offered.

His response was a quite whine. He sighed, then lifted Italy off him. It was an understatement to say he was a bit worried when a small amount of blood mixed with the German's own seed ran down the smaller's thigh. Carefully Ludwig carried the brunette to the bathroom and turned on the lights. Feliciano didn't appreciate the blinding light, and covered his eyes.

"Can you stand up?" The taller asked as he gently set the other on his feet.

Italy wobbled slightly but steadied himself in no time. The German smiled and turned around to open the sliding glass door of the shower. Italy looked around to admire the room. He hadn't been in Germany's bathroom in a long time. He had stopped coming to Germany's house after a couple hundred years. Feliciano assumed Germany was raised in a different room than his old one. It hadn't been touched and never once during the time the new Germany was formed did he see anyone when he broke in. But the bathroom was certainly looking new. Maybe Prussia decided to redecorate?

The walls were a deep red, and a strip of wallpaper lined the ceiling. The wallpaper had yellow leaves and golden baroque designs weaving throughout it. The sink cabinets were dark mahogany with a granite top. The mirror above the sink was large and had lights fixed onto the wall that hung down like lilies of the valley. The shower had red and white tiles on the outside, white inside, and a frosted sliding glass door. Everything about the room seemed so nice for just being a bathroom.

Italy was snapped out of his musings when Germany held his hand out. Feli took it without hesitation and was helped into the already running water. Ludwig followed after him and shut the door. The smaller sighed at the warm water. This was nice. The snap of a bottle cap opening caught his attention. He turned to see Ludwig holding a bottle of shampoo. Germany smiled when the Italian squeaked at the cold shampoo that was put on his head. He started washing Feliciano's hair and set the bottle back where it was. Italy sighed in content and leaned into the touch. It didn't last long though, because he was moved under the shower's spray.

Ludwig found Italy's face adorable when he closed his eyes to keep the soap out.

"Here." Germany offered a white rag to the other. "Go ahead and wash yourself."

Feli took the rag happily and did as he was told. Germany went about his own routine. After their quick shower the two dried off quickly and got dressed in clean clothes. Italy had gotten into the habit of wearing clothes to bed after Ludwig's death. The Italian was too lazy to change the sheets, so he just pulled off the dirty ones and put them on the floor. He was perfectly comfy with the bare mattress and blanket. Curled up in the blanket he sighed, content in being wrapped up in Germany's scent. In the back of his mind he felt a bit of fear that this was just like all the other times he came to this room and was all alone. But when the bed shifted and he heard Ludwig's disapproving sigh the fear was gone.

"You can't just leave the mattress bare." He stated, pulling some of the blanket off the Italian for himself.

Italy giggled. "You don't seem to mind it that much."

The German sighed again. But this time it wasn't disapproving or anything of the sort. He was happy. Ludwig wrapped his arms around the smaller nation and pulled him close. Feliciano snuggled closer and rested his forehead in the crook of Germany's neck.

"Germany?" Italy called softly.

Ludwig hummed his response.

"Can you…. Call me by my real name when we're alone?" He asked timidly.

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt." He told the other casually.

Feliciano smiled happily and buried his head deeper into Ludwig's neck.

"Ti amo Ludwig."

"Ich liebe dich Feliciano."

AN: Sorry if it was a bit short for anyone's liking. I think it turned out good! But typing for two people and using a million different names gets confusing and i'm not sure this was as organized and nice as I wanted it to be.

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And to those who reviewed thank you so much! Brattyteenagewerewolf, thanks for letting me do this, and keep on going with your own wonderful story! I enjoy it a lot. I can't remember the other Reviewer's username, but they mentioned crying a lot. I'm sad you cried, but happy you did too! Art is meant to provoke emotion, no matter what emotion it be. If it can't do that it's not art. So i'm glad I succesfully got what I was aiming for!