A/N: Woohoo! Another chapter! Finally! Took me forever to finish this. My inspiration level has been dangerously low lately and finally I was able to get this done!

WARNING!: this is where all the smut happens! BOY X BOY SMUT!

Thank you! ~hearts~

"Italy! What are you doing?!" Germany panicked slightly.

"Doitsu~ your shorts look too tight too." The air headed Italian breathed out, the sweet air washing over his clothed thighs.

"Nein, Italy. I am fine! Now that you're undressed you can get changed now!" Germany said as he struggled against the pursuing Italian.

"But Germany, that's no fair! For only me to be helped! I'll help you too! What's so wrong with that?"

"Italy." Germany groaned since he knew that he couldn't deny him.

Seeing that he'd won Italy hooked the edge of the black shirt on his index fingers and pulled it upwards. Germany closed his eyes as the shirt was pulled over his head. Italy let go of the shirt once it was at Germany's back but kept his arms resting on his bare shoulders. Their naked torsos were mere centimeters apart and when Germany shifted his feet so he was facing Italy more their chests brushed, connection making both of their heartbeats quicken.

"Ve~ Doitsu…" Italy whispered, his warm breath sweeping over Germany's cheeks.

"Italy."

Slowly, as if it was an unconscious movement, they both inclined their heads towards each other. Without a second thought their lips were brushing and finally their mouths pressed together. Italy's arm tightened around Germany's neck, pressing in further and gasping against Germany's mouth as he brushed his hands down over Italy's smooth back, travelling low on his waist. With his mouth open Germany was able to slip his tongue into that hot hollow, the feeling of Italy's tongue meeting his sending the fire deeper. It lit in his veins like it shouldn't with another man but at this point, with cute Italy naked in his arms, who could really blame him?

"We're not done." Italy panted when he broke away for a breath.

He bent back, off his knees so he was sitting on his legs and took hold of germany's drawstrings, pulling the tie undone. The warmth of Italy's hands as they occasionally brushed over his flesh was heating Germany even further, causing a slight problem in the removal of his trousers.

"Germany!" Italy sighed breathily, excited at the increase in Germany's size.

"Hurry up Italy. They're starting to get tight." Germany groaned, blushing with embarrassment.

For once Italy listened to him and completely loosed the tie and pulled the waistband out and over Germany's erection. He blushed himself at the sight before him. That brilliant blond trail of hair spread out around the thick girth of Germany's erection. Italy pushed the shorts all the way down to Germany's knees before they fell on their own, pooling at his feet.

"Doitsu," he paused as he stared first at his cock then looked up into his eyes, "Can I please?"

The question was vague but as Italy stared Germany understood exactly what he wanted. With a groan he put a hand gently on Italy's head and pulled him forward a bit. At the obvious acceptance Italy ran his hands first down the trail of hair then gently grasped the base, wrapping his thin fingers around it, barely able to touch his thumb and index fingers together.

"So big." He whispered and as Germany watched in painful anticipation he opened his mouth and touched that delicate pink muscle to the deep red head of his weeping cock.

He sucked in a breath at the first touch then groaned deep in his throat as Italy slid down further on his cock. It was a little obvious that Italy hadn't done this before, as he was a little rough with the teeth, but it pleased Germany to no end to know that no one had claimed Italy before he did.

"Italy. Too much." He said after a few more minutes of Italy straining to get more into his mouth.

Looking a little displeased, Italy pulled back and let go of him with a slight pop, saliva and precum stringing down his chin until it dripped off onto his tanned chest.

Dragging his thumb gently across the wet trail on Italy's chin, Germany leaned in to capture those reddened lips. He could taste himself on Italy's tongue and although it was should have been gross; it turned him on all the more!

He pushed Italy backwards on the bed and leaned onto it with one knee, so he towered over Italy's prone, panting form. He scooted them back until Italy's head was against the fluffed, clean pillows at the head of the bed.

"Italy, we don't even have any lube." Germany panted as he thought about the safety of Italy's backside. He'd probably tear him if he didn't do it properly and carefully.

Italy laughed and pushed Germany back a bit so he could get up off the bed where he quickly sprinted out of the room. He was back within the minute holding a small bottle. Germany looked at him with a suspicious but heated raised eyebrow glance as the Italian resumed his place beneath him on the bed. He had a triumphant smirk on his face.

"And why would you be carrying this around with you?"

"I'm Italian! I'm always ready!"

Germany blushed at the thought of that but was just glad that he had something to use now.

Without waiting any further he popped open the lid of the bottle and poured a bit on his fingers and leaned over Italy's prone form once more, sliding a hand between them. His arm brushed against Italy's heated cock on accident and Italy gave a slight groan as he lifted his hips up to again brush against the German's toned forearm.

Germany's pale face lit in a slight blush as he watched such a wanton display as his fingers found Italy's entrance. The sight before him was driving him mad with lust. As he inserted the first finger past the tight ring of muscle, Italy's legs spread further apart and used one hand to touch himself lightly. As he added another finger Italy's hand gripped his length and he pressed a finger into the slit of his cock. Germany leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth as his other hand did the same as Italy and began to pleasure himself until it was time to enter him.

The third and final finger slid in easily and as far as Germany could see, Italy wasn't in any pain at all. Pushing them in gently, he twisted his hand and scissored his fingers until finally he could say that Italy wasn't in danger of being torn apart by him. Quickly he pulled himself up all the way onto his knees and pulled Italy's hand away from himself. Freeing his hand from Italy's body he gripped Italy's legs tight and pulled his body up so he could position himself at Italy's entrance.

"Are you ready?"

Italy nodded, his face flushed and his chest heaving as he panted in anticipation. For once he was actually silent as he waited for Germany to finally penetrate him. Unbeknownst to Germany, Italy had actually been waiting for this for a very long time. Sure he still liked watching the ladies but feeling Germany would be even greater than watching ladies any day.

Slowly, Germany steadied himself and pushed his throbbing length into Italy's body, relishing in the tight heaven he was cladding himself in. There was no helping the deep, satisfying groan he let out as he became fully buried in Italy's body. Italy was mewling in delight as he was filled to breaking point. Sure it hurt a little but the pleasure he felt far exceeded the pain. The bliss of the throbbing ache inside of him was almost too much to bear and only the fact that Germany was still, letting him adjust, that he didn't come right there.

The first few thrusts were the hardest. Germany still could barely believe he was doing this with another man but the fact that it was the cute little Italy beneath him made it easier. Yet, the complete ecstasy of being inside of him made it hard to control the speed of his thrusting. Suddenly Italy cried out and clutched at his hands on his thighs. He paused, frightened he hurt him but Italy pushed back on him harder, impaling himself now, he realized that he'd hit something good inside him.

"Ngh! Germany harder! Push harder right there!" Italy cried out to him in desperation to get more of that extreme pleasure.

With a new wave of vigor, Germany thrust deeper and harder, pulling moans and screams from Italy's mouth. He was coming quicker than he thought he ever could. Grasping Italy's neglected cock he began pumping in time with his thrusts. The moans Italy was letting out were getting higher as he climbed towards completion. Germany leaned forward and gave Italy's ear a nibble as he began to thrust harder.

"Italy, get ready."

Italy moaned and used his legs to wrap around Germany and began thrusting back onto him. With every thrust his prostate was abused and it only took a few more hits and he was crying out his climax. The pulling of Italy's muscles on Germany's ready cock had him cumming deep inside him, expelling everything into him. After the last spurt the glow of the orgasm had him slumping onto Italy, his head on his shoulder, above the cum on Italy's stomach and chest. Italy was panting and began petting Germany's hair as he too reveled in the bliss of orgasm.

Finally Germany pulled out of him, making him groan. From the still pliant hole dripped some of Germany's cum making Italy shiver and pull his legs together. He leaned up against Germany on his side and gave another sigh.

"Germany, I want to do that again." He yawned. "Right after I sleep."

Germany chuckled barely and just let the Italian sleep without a response because if he gave one all he'd have to say was that he wanted to now not later. But he let Italy sleep and felt very glad that he came to the beach today.

A/N: Finally done! Yeh, that was a really cheesy ending. The characters were probably a little OOC but well, Italians are contagious! They get to be OOC! Haha! Well, thank you if you even read this!

Thank you my little Italy for the inspiration during this story!

ANOTHER DISCLAIMER JUST IN CASE I FORGOT THE FIRST ONE! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF HETALIA! Otherwise it'd be a very inappropriate sex series. ~.~ Thank you!