Okay this chapter starts with a not-really-all-that-graphic kind of lime (ish) scene. Which is just about the most sexual thing I've ever typed ^^; (do you know how hard it is to not have anyone seem like a creepy voyeur in a threesome?)

Warnings: Same warnings from previous chapter; only now there's sexual (very suggestive?) content.

Japan leaned up, propping himself up on his elbows, his face was flushed a deep red as he stammered, "G-Germany-Kun."

Germany walked over to his bed, where the other two nations were, his hands starting to unbutton his shirt. Italy grinned, patting the spot next to him.

Germany sat down on the bed. Italy leaned over, he placed his hands on Germany's shirt. Japan managed to scoot up and sit; an action which slid the Italian off of him. Italy stuck out his bottom lip in a mock pout.

Italy turned away from Japan and leaned closer to the blonde nation, his fingers brushing against his chest. Germany leaned down and brought his lips to Italy's. Italy pulled away much too quickly for Germany's liking with a smirk on his lips. Italy's deft fingers then went to work on finishing unbuttoning Germany's shirt.

Japan let out a small gasp as Germany's hand closed over his wrist; he allowed himself to be pulled over to the other nation. He lout out a soft squeak as Germany pressed their lips together. The Asian nation felt himself flush; however, that heat radiated all throughout his body. Japan gingerly set his hand on Germany's shoulder. The larger nation tilted his head, nibbling on the Asian's lower lip in an effort to deepen the kiss.

Japan eagerly obliged, allowing the blonde's tongue into his mouth. He pressed his body close, his hand sliding around Germany's neck, his hand tangling itself in his hair. Italy eased Germany's shirt off, his fingertips brushing against the nation's warm skin. Italy tossed the shirt somewhere; and, frankly, none of them cared where it ended up.

Italy slid behind Japan, his hand massaging the other nation's hip. Japan pulled away from Germany, panting. The dark haired nation leaned back against Italy as he caught his breath.

Italy reached out, his hand on the back of Germany's neck as he pulled him in for a kiss. What was a tender, chaste kiss quickly transformed into two tongues dueling for dominance.

Japan shifted slightly, Italy pulling him onto his lap. Germany won the battle, and the Italian allowed his tongue to search and feel around his mouth. Italy slid his hand between Japan's legs, causing Japan to let out a small gasp.

Italy pulled his lips away from Germany's, his lips moving to Japan's neck instead. Japan let out a soft moan, Italy's palm pressing against his crotch. Germany took this opportunity to pull off his pants and briefs; his eyes falling on the other two nations.

Italy eased Japan's undergarment off; the Asian nation flushed, goose bumps spreading up his arms as the cool air touched his hot, exposed skin.

"Ve~" Italy softly laughed against his neck, he pressed a tender kiss against the soft skin, "Relax, Nihon." Italy's smile shifted into a grin as he slightly lifted Japan up, his hands pushing the Asian nation against Germany.

Germany put his hand on the small of Japan's back as the smaller nation leaned closer. Italy placed his hand over Japan's, guiding it down Germany's stomach.

Germany let out a low moan when Japan's hand reached his crotch. Italy eased Japan's hand back and forth, much too gently for the German nation's liking. Italy pressed his lips behind Japan's ear, causing the smaller nation to shiver.

"You can be a little rougher," Italy purred against Japan's ear, removing his hand from Japan's. Italy scooted away, he slid off his boxers as he leaned over to the nightstand. He slid the drawer open, peeking inside.

"Towards the, nngh, left," Germany groaned, his voice sounding very low and husky.

Italy searched through the drawer until he located what he was looking for, "Found it~" Italy grinned, holding up the container.

"About time," Germany remarked huskily as Japan tried not to smirk; he had no idea Germany could be so impatient. Japan pressed his hand roughly against Germany, spurring a low moan from the other nation. Italy scooted back over to them; leaning over, his lips pressed against Germany's neck, only to bite down.

"Verdammt!" Germany exclaimed, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the two nations in front of him. "Genossen," he remarked, "stop with the teasing." Italy rolled his eyes, a cute smirk on his lips; Japan stifled a small laugh, his hand coming up and covering his mouth.

Germany put his hands on Japan's waist, turning him around. He moved a hand and used it to pull Italy over. "Italy," he remarked, on his knees as he brought the Italian in between him and Japan, "you do Japan and I'll do you, yes?"

"Ve~" Italy laughed, he leaned back and kissed Germany's jaw, "that's the plan." Italy gently eased Japan's torso down, "you good?" he asked softly in the Asian's ear.

Japan nodded shyly. The Italian rubbed the cool substance from the container on his fingers before he passed it back to a very impatient Germany. Japan let out a sharp gasp as he felt Italy's cool finger press against his rear.

"Relax," Italy remarked, leaning down and planting a kiss between Japan's shoulders. As soon as Italy was almost done prepping Japan he was meet with Germany doing the same to him. Italy moaned, pressing back against Germany's hand.

Japan was first overcome with a sharp jolt of pain, his eyes watering as he clenched the bed sheets in his hand; Italy let out a sharp gasp, his grip tightening on Japan. Temporary pain slowly melted away into pleasure.

Japan squeezed the blankets tighter, no longer able to hold back his soft moans. Italy was much more vocal, but that didn't hinder his ability to copy all of Germany's rhythmic movements. Germany held Italy closely, but also pushed him harder against Japan.

Finally, pure ecstasy over took them as they reached their peak. Covered in a thin layer of sweat, they fell back onto the bed.

****Quite a while later***

Germany first took notice of how warm he was. Upon this realization, he opened his eyes to see two that there nations in his bed with him. Italy's head was on his chest, the smaller nation's leg wrapped around his, so that the Italian's foot was under his calf. On the other side of his body Japan was curled up against his side, the Asian nation's head against his shoulder. Germany initially wanted to get up, wash his sheets, and then figure out exactly what was going to happen from now on between the three of them; however, he was stopped when he noticed that Japan and Italy's fingers were entwined against his chest. Germany couldn't urge himself to disturb them. He laid back and closed his eyes, figuring that he could sleep a while longer.

It was a while later when Italy started to stir; he let out a loud yawn, successfully waking both Japan and Germany. "Morning~" Italy softly exclaimed with a grin.

"Mmm…" Japan murmured before his dark eyes fluttered open. He suddenly jolted upright, his face flushed. His initial guess was that surely he must have been very drunk… but he knew that wasn't true, he could still remember the whole night with perfect clarity; and, frankly, didn't regret it.

"I'm hungry~" Italy remarked, gently poking Germany's muscular stomach.

"So, go get something to eat," Germany muttered. He rubbed his forehead; wondering exactly how this happened. Italy grinned as he hopped out of the bed, clearly not at all shy about showing off his still nude body. "Italy, get dressed before you go to the kitchen," Germany remarked; quite aware that he shared his home with his brother who really shouldn't be seeing a naked Italy.

Italy picked his boxers up off the floor, totally oblivious to other two nations staring at him. He then, still having not put on his underwear, opened Germany's closest. He grinned when he found a suitable shirt. He slipped his boxers on, then put on the black button-up, that was too large on him; although, he chose to leave it unbuttoned.

"Are you guys going to come?" Italy remarked, staring at the two nations still in bed.

"Oh," Japan murmured, "uh, yes, Feli-kun." He was about to get out of the bed when he realized he was naked; and, regardless of the intimacy he had with the two other nations he was not comfortable with either of them ogling him.

Germany, quickly realizing Japan's distress said, "you can go on ahead, Feliciano." Italy frowned, only for his grin to pop back up as he pranced out of the room.

"You better have something edible!" the Italian called as he walked out.

Japan glanced over at Germany. "I won't look," Germany remarked, facing away from Japan. Japan slid out of the bed and hastily pulled back on his undergarment. He lifted up his yukata, trying to smooth out a wrinkle that had developed on it.

"There's clean clothes in the bottom drawer if you want," Germany murmured, gesturing to the bureau. Japan's dark eyes locked with his blue ones. A slight smile on the Asian's lips as he nodded. He kneeled down and pulled the drawer open, he pulled out a large white shirt and slipped it over his head.

Japan was thankful that Germany's shirt was so large on him, although it didn't stop him from feeling a little indecent. "Thank you, Germany-kun," he remarked with a slight bow of his head.

"It's, uh, Ludwig," Germany remarked, looking away slightly.

Japan smiled, "Okay, Ludwig-kun," he replied before turning, "I'm going to go check on Feli-kun." He glanced over his shoulder, towards the other nation, before leaving.

Germany slumped back in his bed, rubbing his temples. He had no idea what he was supposed to do, or what he could even do.

Italy was searching through the German's fridge, trying to find anything that qualified as edible. Japan entered the room, "Hello," he remarked with a slight smile.

"Ve~ Hi!" Italy exclaimed with a grin as he walked over to Japan.

"Is there anything edible?" Japan asked, looking towards the fridge.

"Uh, there's a lot of beer and wurst," Italy replied with a smile. He took Japan's hand in his as he pulled him over to the fridge; his fingers sliding between the Asian's.

Japan blushed at the unexpected gesture as he opened the door of the fridge. Just as Italy had said, there was hardly anything suitable for breakfast.

Italy tugged on the other nation's hand, "What's breakfast like in Japan?"

"Oh, uh, steamed rice, miso soup, maybe fish," Japan replied with a tiny smile, "but I doubt Ludwig has any of that."

Italy laughed, still grinning, he released Japan's hand as he reached up and opened a cabinet door. "I found the plates," he offered up, pulling three down.

Japan frowned at the barren space of the fridge before noticing a thick loaf of bread. "I found bread," he remarked, picking the loaf up and setting it on the counter.

"Yay~" Italy exclaimed happily, "does he have jam?" he asked excitedly.

"Um," Japan scanned the fridge, "no. he doesn't seem to."

"Really," Italy exclaimed, peering over Japan's shoulder. He sighed, "Okay, so we have bread and plates."

Japan nodded, closing the fridge as he leaned over and opened a drawer. "Oh! And coffee!" Italy exclaimed as he noticed the coffee maker, then he looked at the drawer Japan was looking in, "Knives, forks, spoons…"

They heard a slight cough as Germany entered, fully dressed with his clothes looking as sharp as ever. "Er, morning," he remarked towards the two of them as he went to start the coffee.

"LUDDY!" Italy exclaimed as he ran over and hugged Germany. The lager nation's face turned a strange shade of red, although he didn't push Italy away.

It was a few awkward moments later when they were seated around the table that Italy began babbling about nonsense; his comments ranging from: "You know… I really care about the two of you!" to "Last night was really fun!" all the way to, "Do you think we could all date each other? Because I want to!"

Japan gingerly took a bite out of his toast, his eyes glancing to Germany. Germany stared back at the dark haired nation before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Ve~ Why are you two so quiet?" Italy asked with the tilt of his head.

"Feliciano, Kiku," Germany remarked, before slumping back in his chair, "I have no idea where we're supposed to take this from here," he admitted, clearly hesitant to admit any form of weakness.

Italy suddenly stood up from his seat, almost spilling his coffee over, "It doesn't matter as long as we care about each other!" he exclaimed with a wide grin.

Japan looked at Italy, then to Germany, "I…" he stammered; all of a sudden he stood up and pulled Italy into a hug, his arms tightening around the Italian. He quietly said, "Italy's right," but the sounds were muffled by Italy's shirt.

Italy, not one to be startled by sudden displays of affection, put his arms around Japan. Germany watched the exchange in front of him. He was quite surprised to see Japan acting so, well, emotional.

Japan pulled away, blushing furiously, he looked down at the ground shyly, "I-I apologize, Feli-kun."

"Don't be sorry!" Italy exclaimed, "I liked it~"

Germany stood up, beginning to pick up the empty plates, "Well, what do you two want to do?" he asked.

"Whatever happens," Italy replied with a smile.

Germany's brow furrowed, he didn't exactly like the level of uncertainty. Japan spoke up, his voice soft, "We can give it shot; even if it doesn't work out…"

Germany brought the plates over to the sink, nodding as he said, "Okay."

The quiet, almost intimate atmosphere was shattered by a loud voice exclaiming, "Morning!" The other nations turned to see Prussia, who was lazily walking over to get himself a cup of coffee. "So…" he remarked, looking first at Italy, then Japan, and finally Germany, "If you guys do that again you should be a little quieter."

Japan's face flushed a bright red as he sunk into a chair. Germany's eyes widened a little, while Italy just smiled.

"I mean you were pretty loud, of course I'm sure if someone awesome would have been involved it would have been worse," Prussia remarked, filling himself a cup of coffee.

"Bruder," Germany remarked with a slight glare.

"Ohhh," Prussia murmured, leaning against a counter, "you guys not talking about it? I can understand that. I mean, this morning must have been pretty awkward." He muttered as he took a sip of his coffee.

Japan crossed his arms on the table and burrowed his face into them, too embarrassed to even look up.

"No," Italy replied with a grin, "we're talking about it."

"Cool," Prussia muttered, "So, are you and Japan going to be staying over a lot then?" he took another drink of his coffee, looking at all of them expectantly.

"Bruder," Germany repeated, "None of this is your business."

Prussia frowned, "Sure it is! I live here too. And I can hear it, pretty damn well, I might add."

Japan let out an inaudible mumble.

"Did you like what you heard?" Italy asked with a grin, Prussia almost choked on his coffee.

"What was with that devious look?" The albino nation exclaimed.

"What?" Italy asked, coyly tilting his head.

Verdammt- German for damn it (among others :))

Genossen- German for comrades, etc… (or buddies XD)

I don't speak a word of German (Google translate /shot/) so if I screwed that up let me know so I can fix it XD

So, a lot of my interpretation of the GerItaPan relationship showed up here. For example, devious Italy. I refuse to admit he's as innocent as he seems X3. Germany being kind of controlling in bed /shot/ I just see it, okay? (But he's, like, awkward everywhere else) Japan is shy. About everything. (Okay, just about relationships)

I guess I tried to show some more of the long term aspect of the relationship… I mean, no one really shows how they get and stay together. So, this was my lame attempt X3

Finally, a huge thank you to everyone who reviewed! You guys make writing so worth it! XD

And, I hope everyone enjoyed it :)