Before I get started, I need to point out an error I made in the last chapter. At the point between Francis groping Alfred and freeing his "little hero" from his pants, I somehow forgot to add the part where he actually unzips his pants ^^; I am so sorry! I made it sound like he just shoved his hand into them from the waistband and forced his poor "little hero" out the top of them D: So, to make things right, here's the missing line:

"His fingers eagerly drug down the tab of his zipper, the bulge in the other's pants now even more prominent than ever."

There. That'll work for now, I think. Onwards with chapter 10! There's plenty of it, to make up for the late update.

Disclaimer: -_- (chapter 2)

Arthur was startled out of a deep sleep by what sounded like a full on riot nearby. Groaning, he rolled over and covered his head with his pillow, intent on going right back to sleep and forgetting all about the disturbance.

It was when he heard Matthew roaring at the top of his lungs about "shameless perverts" and "taking advantage of" that he decided he'd better go see what the fuss was all about. He stumbled out of the bed after wrestling with his sheets, slipped on his night robe and slippers, and made his way to the source of the racket.

He was ill prepared for what met his eyes.

There stood Matthew, doing what seemed to be him attempting to ram a lamp up the frog's ass. Francis, who was howling for mercy, was pinned to the wall, his face smashed up against the paisley wallpaper. Spain, who looked no better off, was pinned as well, by the Canadian's foot, to the floor.

Gilbert, however, was trying to reason with Alfred, who seemed to be quite upset about everything going on. He took in his unbuttoned shirt, slightly reddened lips, and the marks that stood out against his tanned skin, then looked over to the three at the wall, and put two and two together.

Alfred spotted him, and rushed over to grab his arm and point at his brother, gesturing wildly. "Please, you have to stop him! It's all a misunderstanding, honest! I agreed to it, he didn't try to force me!"

Arching an eyebrow, Arthur leaned past the distraught nation to give Gilbert a questioning look, who shrugged. "We heard someone cry out, and came to see what was going on. When we walked in, well…" He waved his hand at Alfred's appearance, then at the others.

His head was pounding something fierce. All he wanted to do was go back to his cozy bed, and sleep off the rest of his alcohol-induced hangover. It was time to end it.

"CANADA!"

Matthew paused, spinning to look at who had called him. He paused when he saw the Englishman standing not too far off with his hands on his hips, an annoyed expression on his face. "What?! He was molesting my brother!" Looking down, he kicked at the Spaniard, who had managed to free himself and roll away to safety. "And HE was about to join them."

"NO he wasn't, Mattie!" Alfred rushed forward, and grabbed the hand holding the lamp, forcing the other to let go. He tossed the item onto the couch, and then grabbed him by the shoulders, making sure he kept eye contact with him. "I swear, I agreed to everything. No one was doing anything wrong." He looked over to Francis, who had peeled himself off the wall and was carefully patting his hair back into place. "Right?"

Francis nodded, and grinned. "That's right mon ami, what we did was quite alright. Even if your brother thinks otherwise, considering the state you are in."

Alfred blushed heavily, turning away from everyone's gaze to hide his naked torso. Matthew, who had calmed down enough to hear his brother's words, sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead, suddenly feeling like a complete ass. "Oh maple, I really overreacted, didn't I?"

Everyone just gave him a deadpan stare.

"Okay, sheesh, I'm sorry! But what the hell was I supposed to think? I heard someone scream, and then I get here only to hear people talking, and no one would answer the door!" He then turned to Antonio, and glared at him. "And just why in the fuck did you have your dick out?"

THAT made all gazes shift to the poor man, a couple of snickers being heard.

"Uh… well, you see, I remembered what I forgot, so I forgot to put my amigo away when I came out to tell Francis…"

"Wait." Arthur held up his hand. "Are you saying you were wanking it while these two," here he gestured to Francis and Alfred, "Were making out?" He shook his head. "My God, are you really that desperate?"

Francis grinned even bigger, and Alfred invented another new shade of red at the thought.

"Well… I wouldn't call what they were doing, ahem, "making out"." Antonio grinned as well, wiggling his eyebrows. "To be honest, Francis had-"

"SPAIN!"

Antonio clammed up, the scream from all others present making it clear that the information was not to be made public knowledge.

"Can I go now?"

Eyes turned to Alfred, who looked like he wanted to evaporate into nothingness, so great was his embarrassment. "I just… yeah, I really just want to go." He cast puppy dog eyes at Arthur, who eyed him warily. "Can I sleep with you, please?"

After eyeing him critically for several seconds, Arthur nodded and gestured for him to come with him. "Yes, I suppose so, now come along. We all need to go to sleep." The American made haste to rush over and grab the sleeve of his robe, looking like the child he'd once been. "But the first time you kick me in your sleep, I'm kicking you out of the bed. Got it?"

Alfred nodded, holding the robe sleeve in an even tighter grip. He didn't want to sleep alone tonight, especially after everything that had went down… people too. "Thank you Iggy~"

"Don't call me that, git!" Arthur swatted at him, but it had no venom behind it. The poor boy looked like he needed the comfort. He paused mid-turn, and pointed at Matthew and Gilbert. "You two, you're coming as well. You can fill me in on anymore details while I hunt down some aspirin."

Dragging their feet, the other two followed the elder nation out the door, Matthew making sure he was the last one out. Turning as he grabbed the door to close it, he glared at the two left inside. "I know where you live… sleep with one eye open, assholes."

He closed the door, leaving Francis and Antonio in silence. The two just stared at each other, not really knowing what to do next.

Francis finally spoke first. "So, want to continue where Amerique and I left off?"

Spain smirked. "Sure, why not?"

The next morning found not two, but four people occupying Arthur's room. After finding his aspirin in his toiletries bag in the bathroom, he had came out to the annoying, yet endearing, sight of Matthew and Alfred lying on the bed, deep asleep, facing each other. Somehow, Gilbert had become a foot rest, having passed out face down at the end of the bed, both boys' feet propped on him. He had rolled his eyes, and climbed back into bed, making his way over Matthew to claim the spot in the middle.

Now he found himself in a predicament. He had to use the bathroom something fierce, but was pinned down by two pairs of arms wrapped tightly around him, a head on each shoulder. An arm was pinning his legs to the bed, a peek downward confirming that Gilbert had somehow managed to stay on the bed all night.

He wiggled, doing his best to free himself, but when two very strong nations like the twins had you in their grasp, it was best to just wait it out. Sighing in exasperation, he decided he should take the time to enjoy the moment.

The last time he had both boys sleeping with him like this had been when they were still little. And as he gazed at each of them in turn, a wistful smile came to his face. Both still looked oh-so-very young, especially without their glasses on.

Even more endearing was the fact that they were sleeping just as they had back then, right down to how their legs were tangled with his, the sides of the bed they were on, and the adorable way they pouted when he moved, as though they were upset with his attempts to leave them. It reminded him of just what his place in their lives was, even if they were grown and running their own countries.

No matter what time brought or history declared, he would always be a sort of parental or guardian figure for them. That made him incredibly happy, if not a bit misty eyed. They still had a need for him.

The call of nature was almost unbearable at this point. So with great reluctance, he decided that Matthew would be the better candidate for waking up. He managed to free his arm, and gently shook his shoulder.

"Matthew, time to wake up."

He received no response other than him groaning a bit and snuggling down even further. Sighing, he tried again.

"Matthew, darling, come on. We have things to do today."

Matthew groaned again. A sleepy "nooooo" was his reply.

"Come now, open your eyes. It's breakfast time."

"'M not hungry." But being spoken to and forced to respond had him slowly crawling out of the veil of sleep into the waking world. He reluctantly released his cozy and wriggling body pillow in favor of having a full stretch.

That's one, Arthur thought. He then attempted to once again extract himself from the bed, only to be pulled flush against Alfred's chest. A nose buried itself in his neck, and a quiet hum of contentment reached his ears. "Oh, for the love of God." Arthur continued his efforts to free himself, his legs coming free from the Prussian's grasp.

His movements and quiet mutters served to rouse Matthew even further. Yawing quietly, he forced his eyes to open, a grin slowly appearing on his features as he watched the battle for freedom beside him. Noticing that his feet were resting on something that definitely wasn't mattress, he slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, gazing down at the blurry figure at the other end of the bed and determining who it was. He paused, rolled his eyes, and politely kicked him off the edge of the bed, where he landed with an 'oomph'.

Turning back to the still struggling nation beside him, he helped to remove his brother's vice-like hold on him. Immediately, Arthur vaulted over Alfred, and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. THAT woke the clingy one up.

"Wha's goin' on? What time is it?" Alfred sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, looking around in confusion. This wasn't his room!

Matthew was laughing at Gilbert, who had climbed back up to sit on the bed, rubbing his head where he had landed on it.

"Geez birdie, a little warning next time." Bleary red eyes half glared at the Canadian, who only grinned impishly. Even though his head was pounding, his spirits were already high. "Well, you shouldn't have fallen asleep at the end of the bed, silly."

"Yeah yeah…"

Both turned to Alfred, who was eyeing him with some amusement, his attention diverting to Arthur as he left the bathroom. "Oh, good morning!" He beamed at the elder one, who gave him a disgusted look in response.

How in the hell did they all manage to be so damn cheery so early in the day?! "Yes, good morning." Arthur looked around and found his robe, shrugging it on and tying the sash. "Now that you're all awake, go and get ready for the day. We're supposed to all meet on the terrace for breakfast."

Matthew and Gilbert made to get up and leave, but Alfred shrank down under the covers, shaking his head fiercely. "No way! I am not going out there and facing those two."

"Oh, come on Alfred, it's alright." Matthew patted his shoulder in comfort. "We all know you were a bit tipsy, and didn't have the best of judgment. It's best to go ahead and get whatever walk of shame you have to do out of the way."

The other two nodded. Gilbert patted his covered foot, and smiled encouragingly. "Yeah, it's not like any of us haven't to." He waved his hand in the air with a flourish. "Consider it a christening of sorts."

"At least you didn't sleep with him." Arthur grabbed the covers and pulled them off of him, gesturing for him to get out of the bed. "Then you really would be doing the walk of shame."

"No, but I let him suck my-"

"NO!" Three voices chorused. None of them wanted to know who got what sucked. It was too early for it.

Arthur shooed the three of them out the door. "Now, be quick so we can make it down on time. We'll meet in, let's say… an hour?" The other three nodded, and parted ways. Closing and locking his door behind them, the Brit sighed heavily, and went about his morning preparations.

A little over an hour later found the group downstairs in the back of the lobby, all freshly showered and changed. France made to apologize to Alfred, but the younger nation waved it off with a grin. "Hey, don't worry about it. It was the booze, right?" Francis agreed, relieved that the boy wasn't angry with him.

To be honest, Alfred wasn't angry. Embarrassed? Yes. But angry? Naw, it had felt great, and he had learned something new.

They were about to walk out to the terrace to find a table when a sudden shriek tore through the quiet calm of the hotel, making them all, one in particular, freeze in place.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

All six of them turned to see a highly pissed off Italian stalking towards them, dragging his brother behind him like a ragdoll. "You have some explaining to do, tomato bastard!"

Spain looked around for a hiding place, but was too slow. Suddenly, he had an irate nation smacking him about the ears, shrieking at him and his carelessness.

"Do you think it would have hurt for you to give us a call, at least?!" He propped his hands on his hips and shook a finger at his nose. "I am getting sick and tired of you always forgetting about me!"

Feliciano, who up to that point had been trying to straighten his clothes, piped up. "Me too! Don't forget me fratello!"

Antonio looked between the two of them, and then hung his head in shame. "I am so sorry Lovino. I guess I got caught up with all that was happening with America, and-"

"I don't give a fuck about what is happening with whom!" Lovino clenched his fists, the urge to punch him almost too much to bear. "You go on and on about how much you love me, yet you are distracted by the simplest things!" He then turned to Alfred, and glared. "So, just what is so damn important that you had to drag Spain across the ocean?!"

Alfred opened his mouth to protest, but Arthur cut him off with a raised hand. "Now look Romano, right now we are about to go and eat breakfast. If you'll be so kind as to be patient enough for me to get a cup of tea in me, then I shall explain it all to you."

"Oooh, food! Is there pasta?" Feliciano looked around the group hopefully. "I could really use some right now. After running around the city all night trying to find you guys, I'm pretty hungry."

Lovino nodded to Arthur, forcing himself to reign in his anger for the moment. "Alright, I'll go. But!" Here he jabbed a finger in the other's chest, Arthur's eyes warning him not to go too far. "You better have a good reason for all of this! I don't appreciate having to travel so far just to end up in this hell hole of a country."

"Hey, I am not a hell hole country!" Alfred pouted and crossed his arms, glaring at the patio doors. Man, he was really hungry! "Come on guys, let's go eat. I'm starving." He walked away from the group, determined to have something in his belly before this hour was up.

"Wait Alfred! I'll come with you~" Feliciano was hot on his heels, just as eager to get a bite. Everyone else gave the two an exasperated look, and followed as well.

It was while they all munched happily on toast, bacon, and coffee (tea for Arthur, of course), that everything was explained to the new arrivals, minus the events of the night before. Feliciano was surprised, but very happy that Alfred was willing to take the step to becoming a man. Lovino, on the other hand, thought the whole situation strange, if not down right creepy.

"Hmm…" Lovino looked over to Alfred, who was guzzling down his fourth cup of brew. "How in the hell did you manage to make it this far in life without having sex? Are you that much of an idiot, or was no one willing to take a chance with you?"

Alfred glared at him over the rim of his cup. "For you information, I don't go running around and letting just anyone in my pants."

"Tch, whatever." He then turned to Francis and Arthur. "And just what business is it of yours?"

"I raised him; therefore I should be the one responsible for making sure he is properly bedded." Arthur toyed with a piece of toast, feeling yet another headache coming on. He was getting them more and more as of late, he realized.

Francis smiled, and swept his arms wide. "Who else to help young Amerique take the final steps into the arms of passion than me?"

Lovino's lip curled in disgust. "You know, you two are nothing but old perverts with too much time on your hands." He shot a glare at Gilbert and Antonio, who were trying to hide their snickers behind their hands. "Oh, like you two are any better!" He looked around the table, shaking his head. "To tell the truth, the only person here besides Alfred himself that could even be considered a candidate for this type of endeavor would be him." He jabbed his thumb at Matthew, who drew back a bit at the sharp movement. "And even then it's still too weird."

"Lovino, give them a break." Feliciano waved his hand at his brother dismissively. "You all should ignore him. He is just cranky because of all the travelling we've done."

Matthew nodded, as did everyone else. "But what do you think about all of it."

"Oh, I think it's sweet!"

Seven sets of eyes looked at him, all asking the same question.

"It is!" Feliciano smiled happily, his eyes in plain view. "You all have banded together to help a friend out in his time of need. And although I agree that it is quite creepy, it's still wonderful that you're willing to go to these lengths just for him."

Everyone melted at the kind words, feeling more at ease. Even Alfred felt more comfortable.

"Even though you're all waiting for your chance to get in his pants and take his virginity for yourself."

Well, there went the moment.

Matthew and Arthur jumped up and spoke at the same time.

"I do NOT want to have sex with Alfred!"

"He's my brother, you hoser!"

Spain, Prussia, and France just nodded in agreement. They were a shameless trio, no need to lie about it.

Of course, this only riled Lovino up even more, and led to him smacking Antonio in the back of the head.

Alfred, on the other hand, took the opportunity to sneak away, while all the others were distracted. He slipped back inside the hotel, and made a beeline for his room.

Locking the door tight behind him, he walked over to the bed, and flopped down on it, sprawled out and face down. God, why was this starting to sound more and more like a witch hunt? Was his precious purity that valuable to them?

He rolled over, and gazed at the plastered ceiling. 'I just wish this whole trip was over with.' He glared at a spot in the plaster that resembled a guitar. 'Presley… this is all his fault! I'll get him back for this, one way or another.'

He closed his eyes, letting his thoughts drift where they may. He did have a decision to make. But who, exactly, did he want to get so intimate with? It definitely wouldn't be France. That had ended in disaster. And Prussia? Hmm… maybe if he was drunk again. But wasn't he involved with his brother? Or were they just fuck buddies?

That led his thoughts to Spain and England. Spain was like his uncle in some strange sense and England like his brother/father/guardian person.

Ugh, this was getting too confusing. Sighing, he reluctantly left the bed in search of a lighter shirt and shorts to wear down to the beach. He needed to take a walk.

*meanwhile…*

"Everyone here is sick in the head, admit it!" Gilbert slammed his hand down on the table to punctuate his point.

Matthew threw his hands in the air. "Are any of you listening to me?! I am not going to have sex with my brother."

"And I'm saying it should be you!" Francis waved his arms erratically. "He trusts you the most out of all of us. And you would know how to handle him."

The Canadian shook his head, denying the claim. "Nooo, England is the one he trusts the most! Or else he wouldn't have told him about it, or trusted him to plan this all out."

"Why not both Canada AND England?" Angry eyes turned to glare at Feliciano. "That way you can make sure to get it done in one night, not to mention giving him a variety of choices."

Spain, however, shook his head slowly. "No, I think DP would be too much for his first time." He turned to Lovino, who had buried his face in his arms on the table, shaking his head side to side. "Do you have any suggestions?"

"NO. Leave me alone." That was the end of Lovino's comments on the matter, for the time being.

Gilbert spoke up again. "I say, get him drunk, and let him find his own way to whoever he wants." He held up his hand when everyone went to argue. "Wait, let me finish!" He took a breath. "Everyone is supposed to be more honest when they drink, yes?"

They all nodded in agreement.

"So, let him go to the one he'd rather have in bed. BUT, whoever that person is doesn't take advantage. Instead, wait until the next day, and then approach him about his choice."

"Yes, I see where that could possibly work…" Arthur reclined back, chin in hand. "But I must bring up the issue with him drinking. We all know what happened last time."

Here he and Matthew glared at France, who whistled to himself while examining his cuticles.

"And chances are we will all be drinking. So there will be no one to help keep the one chosen in reign." Groaning in frustration, Arthur waved down the waitress to come and collect their dishes. "Let's just proceed as planned, and see if he figures it out for himself." He looked over to Gilbert. "If he's still untouched, then we'll try your plan. Deal?"

The other studied him with red orbs, finally nodding after thinking it over. "Deal."

Matthew clapped his hands together. "Then it's settled for now. If the situation is the same on the indicated day, we'll hold another meeting to decide how to proceed."

Everyone rose from the table to go to their rooms, in Spain's case to get the Italy brothers checked in and settled in. They would spend the morning on the beach, go get suits in the afternoon, and then that night… it was party time!

"By the way, didn't you bring any luggage?"

"Not now, tomato bastard, not now…"

"Ve~"

As they made their way inside, they didn't realize that they had been observed by two different parties at two different tables.

At table one, an ominous aura was barely tangible. Pale blonde hair was concealed under a wide brimmed hat, sunglasses helping to hide prominent facial features. The person in question was not in his usual garb.

I mean really, if you wear a heavy winter coat to Florida in late June, you're either very cold natured, or you're hiding something.

No, the person was wearing a pair of casual dress pants and a white button up, doing his best to blend in. He was there on business, a boat being prepared to take him to his final destination that afternoon. What luck that he would end up staying at the same hotel as the rest of the gang.

"Kol kol kol… he will become one with me."

At the other table, a newspaper was lowered, revealing a shock of bright red hair, and bottle green eyes framed by prominent brows. Next to him, a dark blonde with similar eyes and features watched the group go inside. The two glanced at each other, and smirked.

"Well, what do you think?" The blond said to the other.

"I think we have a boat to catch."

They both laughed, images of all the delicious things they had planned for the young nation going through their minds.

Tonight would be quite the party, quite the party indeed.

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