Ohhh boy! Please don't kill me! This is none of the stories I should be working on but I just couldn't help it! This is a spain/prussia/S Italy story. Please as always read, enjoy and review! Warning for bad language!

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Prussia sighed, opening his eyes as the morning light shifted in through a crack in the blinds, refusing to look to his left. He already knew what he would see if he did and to be honest he wasn't sure if he could stomach it quiet yet. He had fucked up. Fucked up bad.

He could hear the other two in the room breathing deeply, steadily. They hadn't woken up yet. He could slip out the door if he got up now. He could gather his clothes call his brother and have a flight home in under an hour.

But he didn't want to. God in heaven forgive him, he didn't want to.

He wanted nothing more than to roll over and hook an arm over the others waist while lacing his fingers with the third party on the other side of the bed. He wanted to bury his nose into the crook of the others neck while smelling the scent of the third party on his skin. He wanted the sun to stop rising and have last night linger a little longer so that the three of them could be peaceful for just a few moments longer.

But that wasn't possible. No matter how much he wished it to be.

Prussia placed a hand over his red eyes blocking the sun from view so he could pretend the morning was being held at bay and he didn't have to face what he had done just yet. He heard someone shift on the bed and let out a sigh. He had to go. They would be up soon and if there was any chance in hell for him to fix what he had done it was in his leaving and not being around when the other two awoke. Removing his hand from his eyes he forced himself to look at the mess he had made.

Romano laid on his stomach next the ex-nation, his body pulled in close to itself, like he could avoid the two on either side of him by pure will power. As if he didn't beg for more from them both. As if he hadn't call out both their names in ecstasy. As if he hadn't whispered his love to them as he drifted to sleep. Ah and that was the problem wasn't it. The Italian had promised to pick at the end of the night and he hadn't. He lied. Prussia ran his eyes over Romano's exposed olive skin before looking over to the real problem.

Antonio.

The Spaniard was all dark tan flesh and stretched over his side of the bed like a cat in a sun spot. If it had just been him and Antonio the night before it would have been fine. They could have drank as they always did, fucked like they sometimes did, and woke up both wishing they could kick the bad habit of drinking and hooking up but enjoying cuddling close together like they weren't dreaming of someone else every time. He loved Antonio and he was pretty sure Antonio loved him…just not the way they both loved that someone else.

Oh but no. That 'someone else' just had to show up while they were drinking. He just had to start drinking with them. He just had to talk about how he hated hearing Ludwig and Feliciano making love all the time. How he hated that when Feliciano looked at Ludwig it was like he could see nothing else. How he hated that neither Prussia or Spain had the balls to make a move on him yet, so that he had someone to flaunt in front of his baby brother, because honestly how was it right that the older twin had to suffer this abandonment with no benefits at all.

And that was when Prussia had leaned over and kissed him. He knew he shouldn't have. For the love of all things Holy he knew he shouldn't have, for so many reasons.

One, Romano was drunk.

Two, the younger was depressed and vulnerable.

Three, Prussia was Ludwig's brother and as such shouldn't be messing around with someone who hated his brother.

But four… four was the most important reason of all. And that was because he knew Antonio loved Romano. He always had. Always would. There was no one else in the whole world that the Spaniard could ever love any more that the brat who at the time had his tongue down the albino's throat.

Gaining his sense Prussia had pulled back and looked over to Spain who was blinking at them with wide innocent eyes as if he didn't realize what was going on. The bastard.

"Well good to see one of you is worth something." Romano had said harshly refusing to look over to Antonio but Prussia knew that look. He knew that he was not the one that Romano had wanted to claim him. "If you don't mind Spain, how about you take off so Prussia and I can finish this up?"

Spain had hopped to his feet and smiled that beautiful, breathtaking, realest looking fake smile that he had perfected over the years. "Oh sorry! I'll be on my way." As he was headed for the door Prussia grabbed his wrist making him still and look back quizzically while Romano glair up at Prussia.

"He loves you." The words blurted from his beer loosened tongue before he even knew what was happening at the two men he had a hold of went unbelievably tense. "I love you too!" He pressed on before all hell could break lose. "So how about…you quit the damn games and just pick one of us Romano."

The Italian had looked away, burning holes into the ground with his glair. "I told bastard Spain to leave didn't I?" He muttered back and Antonio tried to ease his arm out of Prussia's hold so he could flee while he still had some dignity left.

"I know what you said you little brat, listen to what I am saying!" Prussia hissed. He knew he had had too much to drink. That he was saying things he shouldn't, he was revealing secrets that had remained known but silent between the three of them for years. "I know, you know how Spain and I feel about you. What we wanna know is who you really choose. If you could pick between us, with neither one of us is pressuring you?"

He had prayed Romano would end it there. Would look up and admit his love for Antonio that the all knew he had. That Prussia could finally have a solid reason to crush any and all fantasies of the Southern Italian. But someone of a higher power was trying to torture him.

Romano had looked up scowling at the both of them. "I don't know ok! Damn it! I don't know!" He tried to push away from Prussia then but the albino caught him around the waist to keep him from fleeing. "How about a deal then?" He had purred pulling Antonio closer with his other arm so all three of them were close together. "You try us both out tonight…and before the sun rises you can make your choice."

He could feel Antonio holding his breath. Could feel Romano flushing bright red at the suggestion. Could feel his own heart pounding in his chest.

"Fine." Romano spoke softly before hardening his voice. "It's the only way for me to try you both out and see who I like best."

It was an easy enough plan. Make the offer. Get things started. Then slip out leaving Spain and Romano to fall in love as they should have years ago.

The only problem was…once they got started…and he saw Romano's beautiful olive skin against Antonio's darker sun kissed flesh; when he heard the way Romano begged out 'HIS' name as he left love bites all over his body; and when Prussia felt Spain press himself inside while Romano watched the two of them make love, before crawling over and seating himself boldly over Prussia's erection while kissing Spain over his shoulder. It had been too much. He couldn't leave.

No matter how much he wanted to. No matter how badly he wish he could just slip away and leave them alone, every time those darker hands touched his pale flesh he was hooked back in.

And there inly the problem. He loved them both. Wanted them both to be happy, and logically he knew they could do that for each other without him. But emotionally…he wasn't sure he wouldn't die a little inside every time he saw them together. Prussia sighed heavily and made his decision.

He had to go.

The albino silently pushed himself out of the bed and began to gather his clothing. Half way through pulling on his pants he realized he could feel someone looking at his back. Turning slowly he looked back at the bed and was greeted by a set of green and a set or hazel eyes watching him.

Antonio was half draped against Lovino's side and the smaller man was strangely allowing it without putting up a fight. He must still be tired from last night, Prussia reasoned. "Where the fuck are you going?" the brutal Italian asked eyes narrowing dangerously making Prussia suppress a shiver.

"I was…going to head home." Prussia replied before looking away from the beautiful pair on the bed. It hurt too much to look at them.

"Why ?" Spain asked, his dark wavy hair a mess but looking sexy as hell, and sounding far too cheerful for such an early morning.

Prussia opened his mouth to make some excuse but Romano cut him off. "Gilbert, come back to bed or I will have the mafia hunt you down and gut you like a fish." He said before rolling over and snuggling into Antonio's chest. The Spaniard smiled widely down at the now half dozing Lovino before he looked up at Prussia shyly questioning. 'Was this ok?' his looked asked.

Prussia swallowed hard. He should leave. He should turn and leave the two of them alone, his task as match maker done. But God, all he wanted to do was crawl back into the bed and press himself against Romano's back and wrap his arms around Antonio's waist holding them both close for as long as they let him. He felt his heart clench with indecision.

He was standing half poised towards the bed and half towards the bedroom door. It would take him two steps to make it to the bed, three for the door. He swallowed hard, made his choice, and took the first step.

I'm thinking about writing a second chapter to this. To be honest I hate reading stories where the ending is up to the reader…but I really enjoy writing them! If you review and let me know what you would like (For Prussia to stay or go) I will most likely write a chapter TWOO!

Review and I will love you forever!