So, I finally wrote something for my OT3 :D Ger/Ita/Japan. I absolutely love the three of them together. This story features the three of them (with some GerIta, ItaPan, and GerPan) together. There's also hints (exceptionally minor ones) of RoChu and USUK.

Warnings: Yaoi, this story focuses on a triad, threesome, poly- amorous relationship, whatever you want to call it ;), sexual themes, and a few instances of strong language.

Japan's hands were clasped on the counter of the bar. Although, he had intentionally presumed he could hold his alcohol quite well, it seemed he had had a few too many German beers. His dark eyes scanned the bar, he could see China across the room, as far away from him as possible, gesturing wildly and yelling. Two clear signs that China had definitely had more to drink then he could handle.

Russia sat next to China, and appeared to be trying to console the older nation; Japan bit his bottom lip, he wasn't keen on Russia. Yet, he made no effort to try and stop whatever was beginning to happen between the former Soviet Union and the older nation that had tried to raise him. Japan was forced to avert his gaze when China threw his arms around Russia's neck and started babbling some nonsense.

Japan's eyes drifted over to where America, England, and France sat at a table. He could barely make out what their conversation was about, but what he heard was enough to make him flush.

"England," America slurred, "Do ya know how smokin' you would look in a dress?"

"W-WHAT?!" England snapped, "NO! There is no way in hell!" England shouted, glaring at America, "Why don't you wear a dress if you're so keen on the idea?"

"Maybe I will," America replied with a lopsided grin, "I think I'd look purdy hawt!" he snorted a little as he tipped back in his chair.

England put his hand on the back of America's chair and pulled it back to the ground, "Be careful you bloody twit!" He hissed.

France leaned forward, his cheek resting on his palm, "Really, mon amis, just relieve all your pent up frustration in hot angry sex. Right here. Right now," he laughed with a grin.

"Shut it, you frog!" England snapped.

"Well isn't someone feisty," France remarked with a wink.

Japan felt his face blush an even brighter red as he looked away from the trio hastily. He studied a small scratch in the counter of the bar. Telling his mind to focus on that and not all the other nation set on undressing each other and doing many more lewd things right there.

That was until he felt a pair of slender arms wrap around his waist from behind. Then he just blushed harder.

"Hi," Italy laughed in his ear, his chin resting on the Asian nation's shoulder.

"Italy-San," Japan remarked, his blush deepening as he gently eased the European's arms off.

Italy, not exactly deterred, plopped down onto the chair next to Japan's, "I have a question," he remarked with a grin.

"Hm?" Japan murmured with a small nod, signaling Italy to continue.

"What do you think of me?" Italy asked, leaning forward, perhaps a bit too close to the Island nation.

"O-oh," Japan stuttered, "You are my friend, Italy-san."

Italy leaned closer, "You're my best friend, Kiku!" he exclaimed with a grin.

"One of," Japan pointed out with a small smile, his eyes flickering over to Germany, who was engaged in a drinking contest with his brother, Prussia.

"Of course!" Italy laughed again, he was silent for a moment before exclaiming, "You know, Kiku, Luddy cares a lot about you."

Japan's cheeks blushed a deep red, "I-Italy-san!" he exclaimed.

"Whaaat?" Italy asked, tilting his head, his grin not diminishing in the least.

"…Nothing…" Japan whispered, his fingers curling up so he was squeezing the sleeves of his yukata. He couldn't help it as his thoughts drifted to the close relationship between his two allies. And no matter how hard he tried not to care, he was always a little envious.

"Kiku, why are you so quiet?" Italy asked with another wide grin, absentmindedly placing his hand over one of Japan's.

Japan's mouth opened into a small 'o', his dark eyes widening upon the sudden contact, "U-um…" was the only small noise he could muster up.

Italy hopped up out of his seat, his hand moved and tugged on Japan's sleeve, "are you okay?" he asked as he leaned close to Japan, their faces inches apart.

"Y-yes," Japan stammered, his face flushing, his fingers tightening on the teal fabric.

"You're all red," Italy laughed, pressing his forehead against Japan's.

Japan let out a small squeak, "I-It's because you keep, um, invading my personal space."

"Oh," Italy let out a small laugh, only moving back slightly.

Japan mustered up a small, grateful smile. He relaxed his grip on his yukata, stretching his fingers out against the cool counter.

"Kiku!" Italy exclaimed suddenly, much too loudly, considering how close he was to the other nation. "Let's go see Luddy!"

"U-uh," Japan let out a soft squeak as the Italian's fingers closed over his sleeve; He was then pulled up from his stool.

"GER-MANY!" Italy called gleefully; gently pulling Japan, who stumbled after him. When they reached the large, blonde nation, Italy exclaimed, "Germany!" Japan looked at the table occupied by the two German brothers, it was littered with many empty glasses; although, it seemed like Prussia had the most empty mugs on his side. Japan interpreted that, and the grin on his face, to mean that the Prussian was winning.

"What is it, Italy?" Germany asked, glancing up at the two smaller nations. Japan detected a slight slur in his voice, signaling that Germany was probably drunk.

Japan felt Italy's fingers uncurl from his sleeve, he was just about to let out a sigh of relief when Italy's hand sunk down and took his. "OH!" Japan gasped softly as the other nation's slender fingers slid against his.

"We have a question!" Italy exclaimed with a wide grin, leaning closer to Germany.

"W-we do?" Japan stammered, his normally pale face flushed a bright red.

Germany's clear, blue eyes looked at Italy, then at Japan, and then finally settled back on Italy as he said, "What?"

Italy tugged gently on Japan's hand before answering, "We want to have a threesome."

Japan heard a loud snorting sound as Prussia seemed to cough up whatever drink he had been attempting to chug. "WHAT!?" The albino nation exclaimed.

"W-we do?" Japan stammered, his blush deepening as he was suddenly pulled in front of the Italian nation.

"Yup," Italy laughed, placing his chin on Japan's shoulder as he embraced the other nation.

Germany's eyes were wide, his jaw slack as he looked from the pair towards his brother; quite literally, dumbfounded.

"Wellll?" Italy asked, looking at Germany with his large, orange colored eyes. He turned his head slightly, his warm lips pressing against the pale skin of Japan's neck, "Will you, Doitsu?" he asked, his eyes flickering back to Germany.

Japan let out another small gasp, although he made no effort to free himself from the over-zealous Italian.

"West," Prussia remarked, nudging his brother with his elbow, when he got no response he exclaimed: "Fuck it!" he looked to Italy and Japan, "the awesome me will be more than happy to oblige."

"Wait," Germany barked, rubbing his temple, "No one is doing anything." He could tell the alcohol he had been drinking was starting to affect him by his inability to think of a better response.

"Are you fucking kidding?!" Prussia exclaimed. He leaned closer to his brother and hissed, "There's no way I'm not taking advantage of this situation if you aren't going to!"

"Just-" Germany's voice increased in volume, before he stopped abruptly and said more calmly, "No, Prussia. Just, Japan," he remarked, staring at the Asian nation, "can I talk with you for a moment?" Not waiting for an answer, the tall nation walked to the side of the bar. Italy released Japan with a pout as the Island nation followed Germany.

Japan's dark eyes locked with Germany's blue ones. They were silent for a moment.

Germany let out a slight cough before asking, "So… Uh, what's your opinion?"

"O-oh," Japan stammered, his cheeks still flushed, "I, um…" his voice drifted off as he stared at his feet.

"Because, I, uh, wouldn't be opposed to the idea," Germany softly remarked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Huh?" Japan murmured as his eyes flickered up to look at the other nation's face, "B-but, Germany-san, you and Italy-san, I don't want to impose and-"

Germany raised his hand slightly, "you wouldn't be," He replied. "Oof!" he gasped as Italy suddenly hugged him from behind.

"You guys are taking forever!" the Italian whined, his head between Germany's shoulder blades.

"Italy!" Germany exclaimed.

"Whaaat?" Italy whined again, "It's so boring waiting!"

"I apologize for making you wait, Italy-san," Japan remarked, fidgeting slightly, wiping his palms against his yukata.

Italy released Germany as he walked next to him, "It's okay!" he laughed. He looked at the other two nations expectantly. When neither answered he exclaimed, "So! Luddy! Your house is close, right?"

"Uh, yeah," Germany replied slowly.

"Well let's go then!" Italy exclaimed looping his arm through Germany's, he reached out and grabbed Japan's hand.

"Italy!" Germany growled, although he still allowed Italy to drag him out of the bar.

"What?" Italy asked, glancing over to Germany; he batted his eyelashes.

"Never mind," Germany sighed; unable to scold the smaller nation for not waiting to hear the decision he and Japan had sort of came to.

"Wait!" A loud voice called, the trio paused, the three of them glancing back to see none other than Prussia. "You weren't really going to leave the awesome me behind, were you?" he laughed, his lips spreading into a smirk.

"Well," Germany started to say.

"Hey!" Prussia exclaimed darkly, "Fine, West, I see how it is, then I'll just walk home with the three of you. We're all going to the same place, right?"

Japan nodded stiffly while Italy exclaimed, "Yup!"

The short walk to the German brothers shared home was exceptionally awkward for all the nations involved. Although, that seemed to be exactly what Prussia was trying to do. When they finally reached the house, Italy tugged on Japan's hand and pulled him along as he excitably bounded up the stairs of the porch. The Italian pulled the spare key down from the top of the door frame, he unlocked the door and pulled Japan inside; he was gushing excitably about something.

"I can't believe you, West," Prussia grumbled as he and Germany watched the smaller nations enter their house. "I mean you could have rejected them, and then they could have had the awesome Prussia!"

"Bruder," Germany remarked with a frown.

"What!" Prussia exclaimed, "Ya know what, have fun. I'll be on the other side of the house. Alone. Drinking beer. A lot of beer." He grumbled as he stomped off.

Germany felt rather guilty as he walked towards his bedroom; perhaps he should have overlooked his own desires.

That was until, of course he opened the door to his room. He was greeted with the sight of Italy, only in boxers, straddling Japan, who only wore his cotton undergarment, known as a juban.

"Doitsu!" Italy remarked with a grin. Japan looked up, his face flushed with kiss swollen lips.

Yes, Germany most definitely did not regret his decision now.

Expecting a smex scene? Haha… ya no…

If I was confident writing it I would have :) although, if there's an interest I wouldn't be opposed to the idea of writing a second chapter that's a lemon XD

Am I the only one that thinks Italy is totally devious? XD Probably. I hope Japan, Italy, and Germany were all in character (if not, let me know!) considering the situation. :P

So, please review and let me know what you thought!