HOLY CRAPOLA! Times have been absolutely Nut-burgers, my friends! I am terribly sorry that I left you all for so long. My school was putting on a production of Sweeney Todd and it took up just about ALL of my spare time. And with demon barbers and meat pies on the brain, it took me a while to get back into the yaoi mood. But I'm back and I have a lot of stuff planned for the upcoming chapters. Prepare for some drastic twists and turns! Things gon' get srs. Rly srs.

This is what you've all been waiting for. Teh smut chapter! My first time writing anything of the kind. I hope it's okay. I'm not really sure what I'm doing. I just winged it.

Remember, I used google translate for all the french and german, so if anything is wrong, I will gladly change it.

félicitations, mon ami = congratulations, my friend

oui = yes

Physical Training

"Félicitations, mon ami!" Francis said as the triumphant trio stumbled back to their room. "We always knew you could do it!"

Alfred was smiling from ear to ear. "I still can't believe I actually won!"

Gilbert put his arm around the younger nation's shoulder. "How does it feel to be a country, kid?"

"Awesome!" the American replied, struggling a bit under the weight of Gilbert's arm, but still smiling.

Francis smirked. "You know what this occasion calls for?"

"Kesesesese~! You bet!" said Gilbert with a laugh.

"I don't know what you guys are talking about," Alfred said, very confused and a bit worried by the expressions on his teachers' faces. They finally arrived to the room that Gilbert and Francis had been sharing. Francis unlocked the door and slowly pushed it open to reveal an abundant amount of beer and wine bottles. "That's a lot of alcohol..."Alfred finally said after staring at the beverages for a few moments.

"Oui! And about one third of it has your name on it!" Franciss walked over to a table covered in Wine bottles, popped the cork off of one, and began drinking straight from it.

Gilbert walked over to join his friend but grabbed a beer bottle instead. "Ha! More like one fourth. You'll drink half of what we've got here all by yourself, no doubt."

The frenchman laughed and took another swig of his wine. Alfred looked on at the two, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Uh, are you sure I'm allowed to drink this stuff? Arthur always told me I was too young..."

"PSHHH! You're gonna take drinking advice from that bastard?" Gilbert said between sips. "He's the number one biggest drunk in all of Europe!"

"Gilbert and I are only the second biggest drunks in all of Europe," Francis chuckled before laying down on a couch. "You've just won your first war, mon ami. You deserve to have just a little bit. Just to try it?"

Gilbert popped open a second beer and shoved it into Alfred's hands. "Think of it as your first act as a free country. The British bastard isn't around to tell you what you can and can't do anymore."

With that comment, Alfred gained some new confidence. Yeah, Arthur isn't here. I can do whatever the hell I want! Alfred put the bottle to his lips and gulped the beer down. It tasted strange, and it burned as it went down his throat, but he did his best not to let his face show any of this. When he stopped to catch his breath, he found himself already somewhat getting used to the odd taste. He smiled at Gilbert, who was already finishing his third bottle.

Hours had passed and the three men were quite wasted. Francis lay passed out on the couch, an empty wine bottle slowly falling from his hand to the floor. Gilbert wasn't as intoxicated as his friend, but his eyesight was getting a little fuzzy. Nothing more than that, though. And Alfred...well, Alfred hadn't passed out yet, but he sure felt close. He sat slumped in his chair opposite Gilbert and stared at the albino as he downed yet another drink.

"Blondie, get me another bier," Gilbert said, dangling an empty bottle in his fingers.

Alfred groaned. "Get it yourself. I'm tired."

"That's no way to talk to your teacher, kid."

Alfred groaned again, but got up and wobbled over to get the beer. "There's only one left," Alfred said when he finally handed the bottle to Gilbert.

"It must be mein lucky day," Gilbert bragged as he popped the bottle open and took a long sip.

Just then, Alfred did something that almost made Gilbert spit everything back out. Alfred climbed onto Gilbert's chair and straddled the Prussian, wrapping his arms around Gilbert's neck and looking the Prussian dead in the face.

"-GULP- What the hell are you doing, kid?" Gilbert was caught off guard by the sudden and intimate position. He almost pushed Alfred off. Almost.

"Share..." Alfred said while weakly grabbing for the beer bottle in Gilbert's hand. "I -hic!- want some too~..." Alfred took a generous gulp from the bottle before grinning at his teacher and putting the bottle on the table, just out of Gilbert's reach.

"Hey, give me mein bier back..." Gilbert began to struggle, but Alfred's next act stunned him yet again. Without warning, Alfred hugged Gilbert warmly. A shock of energy went through Gilbert's body as Alfred's vital regions rubbed against his own, but he hugged the boy back as best he could. Gilbert knew Alfred was drunk out of his mind, but something about it was just so... cute. Gil had always liked the boy, no question, but he had never seen this side of him before. He was vulnerable, playful, and a bit flirtatious. Gilbert liked this side of Alfred a lot. When Alfred began to pull away from the hug, Gilbert let him go just enough so that he could look into the boy's eyes. Their foreheads were touching, and they could feel each other's warm breath on their faces.

"Thank you -hic- for all the help and all," Alfred mumbled just barely loud enough for Gilbert to hear.

The hiccup made Alfred bounce a bit, which sent another jolt through Gilbert's body. Gilbert felt Alfred slowly leaning in. He didn't say a word in protest. He just let his eyes close as Alfred's lips pressed softly against his own. The first kiss was light, but Alfred's lips lingered just long enough for Gilbert to steal another kiss, and another, and another.

Gilbert's hands were now on Alfred's waist, pulling him closer and deepening each kiss. The Prussian grazed the tip of his tongue across the American's bottom lip and Alfred reluctantly gave him entrance. Gilbert eagerly explored and massaged the inside of Alfred's mouth. Alfred, unsure of what to do with his own tongue, felt his cheeks heat up with embarrassment whenever Gilbert's collided with his own. Gilbert, noticing Alfred's uncertainty, slid his tongue over Alfred's on purpose. Alfred moaned softly in response.

Gilbert was really stating to enjoy this. Alfred's fingers were tangled in his silver hair, and he was starting to lightly grind on Gilbert's crotch. Gilbert tightened his grip on Alfred's hips to try to get him to grind a bit harder. However, he got a completely opposite reaction.

Alfred jumped off of the Albino's lap and nearly ran across the room.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Gilbert asked, annoyed that their make out session ended so quickly.

Alfred's face turned dark red. "I'm very sorry Gilbert, s-Sir. I don't know what I was thinking-hic!- jumping on top of you like that. It w-was highly disrespectful of me..." Alfred slurred. He was starting to feel woozy. He leaned on a nearby table for support.

"But I didn't tell you to stop, did I?" Gilbert asked menacingly as he approached Alfred.

"N-no, but...," Alfred couldn't think of anything to say. All he could think about was the silver haired man walking towards him at that very moment. The way those blood red eyes seemed to pierce through his thoughts. The way his pale skin reflected every ray of light like diamonds. The way his sculpted muscles were visible under his thin white shirt...

"Looks like I'm going to have to teach you how to follow orders all over again..." Gilbert pulled Alfred into a fierce kiss. Alfred yelped at first but shyly kissed Gilbert back. One of Gilbert's hands snaked its way into Alfred's pants and began rubbing against Alfred's nearly solid member. Alfred couldn't help but shudder and moan when Gilbert massaged the area. Liking this response, Gilbert grabbed hold of his student's erection and began stroking it. Alfred moaned louder this time, but quickly silenced himself by biting his lip. He shot a worried glance over Gilbert's shoulder.

"Don't worry about Francis," Gilbert assured him, "an earthquake couldn't wake him up once he's passed out. Though, you might want to keep it down. You don't want your boss to find you in here, do you?" Alfred's face turned the darkest possible shade of red at the mere thought of being found in such a compromising position. Gilbert smirked. "I'll give your mouth something to do so you won't be so loud." The Prussian removed his pants and his underwear to reveal his painfully hard erection. Alfred fell to his knees, knowing full well what Gilbert was expecting him to do, and took Gilbert's length in his mouth. Gilbert groaned at the warm sensation of the American's tongue sliding up and down his member. He pulled Alfred's hair and told him to suck harder. Alfred tried to obey, but he was having trouble fitting all of Gilbert in his mouth. Alfred took whatever he couldn't fit in his hand and rhythmically slid Gilbert in and out of his mouth, flicking the tip of his erection with his tongue. Gilbert was tempted to buck his hips forward, but he restrained himself. He didn't want to choke the little American. Kesese~

Gilbert's breathing had picked up. He was thoroughly enjoying this. However it still wasn't enough. He tightened his grip on Alfred's hair and practically pulled him off of the ground.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Alfred whined, assuming he had done something to anger the silver haired man. This only amused Gilbert, seeing as Alfred was very eager to please his teacher. He pulled off the blonde's pants and underwear and threw them to the side. He removed the American's shirt, then his own and threw them at Francis. America's shirt landed right on Francis' face, but the frenchman continued to sleep soundly. Alfred struggled to hold in a giggle, and Gilbert almost laughed too before kissing Alfred's lips and trailing the kisses up his cheek all the way up to his ear so that he could whisper two words he had been dying to say for a while now.

"Bend over."

Alfred unquestioningly did as he was told. By this point, he was either too intoxicated or too horny to say no. He bent himself over the wooden table, giving Gilbert an excellent view of his ass. He put his head down on the table and enjoyed the coolness of the wood against his face. It helped him relax a little. His eyes began to close...

That's when Gilbert thrust into him.

Alfred clapped his hand over his mouth to muffle his cry of pain. Gilbert hadn't even bothered to stretch him first, or even give him any warning. However, Gilbert was quick to dismiss any feelings of guilt he might have had about this. This was the kid who ran over 100 laps in the blistering cold. This was the kid who went through countless hours of military drills without food. This was the kid who could carry a wagon full of iron cannons on his back for three miles. He should be able to handle a cock up the ass.

Still, Gilbert wasn't going to enjoy this if he knew Alfred was in pain, so he waited a while, (longer than he would have liked) for Al to get adjusted to having Gilbert inside him. When the blonde's whimpering settled down, Gilbert ran his fingers through the boy's hair, massaging the back of his head, and asked, "Can I move?"

Alfred quietly nodded and bit his bottom lip. Gilbert pulled out and pushed back in as slowly as possible. Alfred closed his eyes again and tried to focus less on the pain and more on the pure sensation of Gilbert sliding in and out of his tight entrance. The pain turned into a twisted kind of pleasure and Alfred couldn't help but groan softly. Gilbert, on the other hand, was unhappy with this slow pace. He was not being gentle with Alfred on purpose. He was actually trying to find Alfred's sweet spot.

"Aaaah...Gil-ber..." Alfred sighed before muffling his moan with his hand once again. Gilbert took this as a sign that he had found it, but just to make sure, he pulled back thrust into Alfred as hard as he could in the same exact spot. Gilbert couldn't tell if Alfred gasped or screamed in response because Alfred was still covering his mouth, but the reaction was obvious. He had definitely found it.

Gilbert began to pick up the pace, rhythmically pumping into Alfred, getting faster and harder with each thrust. Alfred struggled to hold in his cries of pleasure. Every thrust hit his prostate dead on. He started biting his fingers, but he still couldn't contain himself and the moans rose from the back of his throat straight through his gritted teeth.

"Gilbert ...S-sir. It's so..good..."

The fact that Alfred was still calling Gilbert "Sir" really turned the Prussian on. He leaned down and buried his face in Alfred's neck, kissing and nipping at the skin while moans spilled from his mouth in german. "Mein Gott, du bist so eng. Fuck, es ist mir egal, wenn wir erwischt. Ich möchte, dass du schreist. My god, you're so tight. Fuck, I don't care if we get caught. I want to make you scream."

Alfred started bucking into Gilbert as he felt the knot in his stomach growing tighter. He was so close to his release and he wished he could beg and scream out load, but all he did was whimper and bite down harder on his finger while the nails on his other hand desperately scratched and clawed at the wooden table. Gilbert felt his own release approaching as well, and he shoved himself harder and faster in to Alfred, thrusting sporadically, trying to get himself deeper inside. He was growling and groaning like mad man. He reached around Alfred's waist to grab Alfred's cock and pulled it tightly.

That was all Alfred could stand. He arched his back and nearly cried out, but he held it in and only let out a small squeak as the sweet surges of his orgasm pulsed throughout his body. Then Gilbert reached his peak. He roared something in german before he collapsed on top of Alfred. He then breathed heavily against Alfred's skin while still sighing and whispering things that Alfred couldn't understand.

Gilbert waited a few moments for the both of them to catch their breath before slowly pulling out. Alfred twitched, but did not move. Gilbert looked over himself and his student and noticed the small spots of blood that stained the both of them as well as the floor. Now Gilbert couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He knew the poor boy's ass was going to sting like a bitch the next morning.

"You're not gonna be able to sit down for a couple of days," Gilbert said with a dark chuckle as he walked away to pick up his clothes.

Alfred didn't respond.

Gilbert walked over to him while putting on his pants. "Hey, kid. You alright?"

Alfred slid off of the table and fell to the floor. He had passed out.

My first attempt at yaoi evarz! Was it okay? The next chapter is going to be smut also, so any pointers or suggestions for the next round will be appreciated :D And I Pinkie Promise I wont leave you for so long ever again. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a cupcake in my eye!