It's been a while, huh? Well finally I continue my somewhat PWP story! Definitely a range of smut this time, including a bit of...ItaGer...

Read on to find out more!

If you leave out the over-the-clothes action that had been happening, Italy and Germany have not had sex for almost two weeks now. Italy has somehow avoided any sort of sexual activity through some rather impressive self-restrain, and it's starting to show the wear and tear between them. Both are rather edgy, sometimes acting out of their character, snapping at simple things. The current strain on their relationship was getting to a peak, and the countries were getting sort of tired watching them quarrel. Today Italy was starting to lose it already, sitting and staring at his phone's calendar. It told him it was his two week mark of no sex with Germany. He groaned and flopped over on to his face.

"Aaahh, I can't deal with this anymore….."

He originally started this game of keep away to let his body relax after their original romp, and now he was making it a habit, and nothing was coming out of it. He could walk straight again at least but now he was on edge, a little more bitter then he thought possible. He could just as easily change back but it seemed that Germany was making it hard to end. This was going completely sideways now.

"Ugh…..plus there's a World Meeting today." Italy groaned into his pillow, adjusting his face so his noise wasn't crunched into it. Not only was he messing up his sex life with Germany, his head was on a seriously uncool roll of spitting out fantasy after fantasy. He could only guess why he mind tortured him with conscious films of Germany naked, or him screwing Germany senseless, avoiding the others as they grew dangerous and screw in public…..

"Dammit, not again" he growled this time. Guess just thinking about it got him going. He seriously needed to get laid again. He quickly remembered what Germany had said about thin walls before shrugging off his pants. He was going to get this over with so he wouldn't have to go through the torture of having it while staring at Germany at the World Meeting.

After dealing with it, he numbly started to drive his way toward the World Meeting place, letting Germany get there by himself again. Seriously, it was like they had fought or something, this was all wrong. He tried to focus on his driving and not on Germany and his rather large package just aching obviously for him-

He was already parked by the time he couldn't focus, thank goodness because now he couldn't stop thinking about it. Like usual, his subconscious conjured up random clips and ideas that included Germany in several forms of perversion, nudeness and rather submissive gestures. He really liked the one where he got to actually fuck Germany-

"Alright everyone, this World Meeting is now called to order! Just remember as usual to raise your hand to speak and always hate on the French. So, Global warming…"

Italy shook out of his internal thought bubble and found himself sitting in the World Meeting, America shouting out things like he usually did when these started. He was next to Germany, per usual, and somehow it was like he was invisible like Can….Canadia? Was that his name? He couldn't remember, but there was no tension in the air near Germany, so he must have not realized that he was there. Something pinged in his head like a message and his eyes brought themselves toward France, who looked at him at the same time. France, like a guiding light, pointed to Germany and then to his crotch. Italy followed France's guidance and looked just around Germany and found that Germany, despite being here, was rocking a rather obvious boner.

One area must have realized that he was here.

Italy looked back at France and both of them smirked, a single perverse thought passing through them. He would have to remember to thank big brother France again for the help. Like Japan looking for a perfect picture, Italy snuck under the meeting table and avoided the other's legs until he settled on his knees hovering in front of Germany's legs. He scooted closer until he was between Germany's legs, and he could get access to the little problem Germany was having. He took a breath before he moved closer and just latched on to the spot with his mouth, earning Germany suddenly squeezing his legs around him. He could just make out Germany's bewildered eyes on him until they went back up to the others in the meeting. Italy inside was internally screaming, suddenly feeling more brave.

He was doing this with the entire World as his audience, and they had no clue!

Italy smirked as he let it go and got a bit more….brave. He took hold of the zipper of Germany's pants by his teeth and slowly unzipped him, letting only now his underwear blocking him from the poor little erection Germany had. Germany, from what Italy could hear, was keeping it together, though he was having trouble. Italy bit into the loose underwear open to him and tugged it down until Germany's erection bounced up in front of him, actually hitting his nose. He smiled and took a long lick at it, base to tip. He smiled more when Germany's voice did a funny little leap, drawing Prussia to ask if he was okay. Germany defended that he was okay and the meeting continued.

Italy gave it another long lick before swirling his tongue around the tip and finally taking it into his mouth, keeping back the reaction to spit the precum out of his mouth. He never liked the taste of it. He gave it a long suck before taking it out of his mouth with a soft pop and grasping it with a free hand, pumping the hard member a few times. He could make out the call to end the meeting, and people suddenly leaving. He had room to maneuver but he stopped his surprise blowjob when Germany attempted to cover it up. He leaned away from the erection, keeping a hand around the base though.

"I'll be fine bruder, just go. I'll get a ride from Italy"

"Alright, bro. Just remember how Italy drives!" Prussia's footsteps fell away and soon it was just Germany and Italy in the meeting room. As he was thinking idly, he was pulled up from his spot, Germany's bright red face greeting him.

"What the hell were you doing Feliciano, doing that in the middle of a world meeting?!" he sharply questioned him. Italy smirked and let Germany go.

"You had a problem; I was helping you get rid of it. Plus I just couldn't, I was tired of not having sex with you"

"So you had to give me a blowjob while we were in public?"

Italy giggled and the blush on his face increased. He looked away. "I always wanted to try public sex….."

Germany's face lit up brighter, if it was possible, and set Italy back under the table. Germany pulled his underwear back over his privates and zipped himself up. He stood up and let Italy out from under the table. As Italy stood, Germany grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him out of the hall, and straight into one of the closets that lined the long hallways that lead out into the open air. Italy sat panting on the little table in the room as Germany locked the door.

"Now that we have some privacy, you can finish" Germany whispered, making it sound like an order. Italy shimmied around on the table until Germany came up to him and brushed him off. Down went Germany's pants and underwear and down went Italy on to his knees, taking firm hold of the readied member and taking in the tip again, licking away the little bead of precum. A soft groan came from Germany and a hand curled into Italy's hair. He smiled and slowly took the erection farther into his mouth, getting almost half way before the hand on his head pushed it further until he was deep throating Germany. He was glad right now that he really didn't have a gag reflex. He came up and took in a few breathes of air before taking in the member again, bobbing his head and keeping beat with his head up and down.

Germany didn't last long and when he did finally come he didn't let Italy relax and pushed him down, letting it all release in his mouth. He didn't spit it all out like he usually would have but he did draw away when it was all out, and Germany realized his mistake.

"Shit, Italy I'm…" he stopped when he stared in awe as Italy leaned his head back and swallowed it all, and not once complained of the taste. He looked back at Germany and smiled, standing up and grabbing the front of his shirt to get him into a kiss, a rather sloppy one.

"Surprise" Italy murmured as he pushed Germany back away. Germany chuckled, rather surprised.

"Nice surprise, though the random blowjob under the meeting table tops it"

They got home eventually, boasting now the checked off fantasy of screwing (sort of) in borderline public. Italy couldn't seem to stay still the rest of the night, constantly moving and smiling. He was on a bit of a buzz, and Germany didn't know what to do with it. Thought when it got to the point that it was getting a bit annoying while they sat on the couch, Germany pulled a rather unorthodox move.

He went for the curl.

The moment his fingers grabbed for it and made contact, Italy tensed up completely rigid. He tried to get away from it, to get Germany to let go but the German's interests were peaked. He knew the curl was some sort of sensitive thing, but what really did it do? He tugged on it this time, earning a long drawn out mewl from Italy.

"G-Germany…let go" Italy shuddered, trying to pull away again only to get it tugged again.

"Why?" Germany taunted, twisting it around his finger. Italy gasped out something and curled up against him, panting out each breath like it was his last. Germany twisted it once more and tugged up, getting Italy up on his knees, grasping at his crotch. It clicked finally in Germany's head what the curl was, especially when he saw that Italy was getting hard.

An erogenous zone.

Germany only smirked, an idea forming in his head. He tugged the curl again until Italy was up on him again, almost rutting on his legs for some sort of friction. Germany brought the single hair up to his mouth and actually bit down on it, getting a single loud moan out of Italy. He kept the curl in between his teeth, running his tongue along the length of it. Italy finally let it out all.

"Germany, stop it! Stop it, it hurts now! I can't….uhh, please let me…."

Germany pulled the curl out of his mouth, flicking at it several times, each one rewarded by a groan. He took it to the next step, biting along the entire length until it finally curled up into several hearts, Italy's groans turning into one loud cry as he with no thought came into his shorts, leaving a wet spot not just on the shorts, but a bit of residue on Germany's knee.

"Germany…." Italy panted afterword, "You meanie…."

"How am I mean?" Germany asked.

"You found my weakness…..and made me come in my shorts…" Italy whimpered back. The curl was finally free as he answered, still spastically curled into hearts.

"I owed you one for the World Meeting…" Germany gave back. Italy sighed and cuddled into Germany, one of his hands working down to his soiled shorts. One flick and he was naked from the waist down, and he took no shame in that. Germany kicked them to the floor, and mentally reminded himself to pick them up later and wash them.

"You know you're hard again right?" Italy whispered into Germany's ear, sending an unexpected shiver down his spine. Italy, with the softest smile, backing up until he could tug Germany's own pants and underwear down, letting Germany's arousal take air again. Germany sat there speechless once more as Italy's fingers ghosted around his shaft, as if taunting him with the prospect of it. Italy smiled before tapping the tip, sending another set of shivers through Germany enough for his legs to recoil a bit. A smile graced Italy's face as he played around, finally getting to his silent point and poked lower, real low, at Germany's own opening. Germany more than just recoiled at that.

"What the hell?!"

"Luddy…" Italy purred, climbing up on top of Germany. "You owe me a few fantasies, right?"

Germany swallowed his sudden lump in his throat, and nodded. He had this bit of foreboding on what Italy was about to ask.

"Well….I hoped for a change, just once. I get to top. I am Italian, remember, Luddy. I know what I'm doing, so you can trust me"

Germany didn't know what to say. Would he actually let him literally fuck him?

"Please?" Italy asked, kissing the sides of his face. Germany knew he had no way out of this, and anyway he had a point. He knew what he was doing; he got them into second base. He sighed in defeat, catching Italy's lips for a moment.

"Okay"

"Yay! Be right back, need lube"

Italy jumped off of him quickly and ran up the stairs in search of the lube, and Germany sat up and thought about what he just agreed to. He was going to let Italy actually anally penetrate him. It sounded so weird at first, so sour, yet it actually kind of thrilled him for some weird, demented reason. He was never on the other end of things. Somewhere deep inside him kept telling him it was a mistake to agree to this but he ignored it. He had his way with Italy, so Italy was going to get his way with him.

"I'm back!" Italy shouted as he stomped down the stairs, waving around the tube of lube he had found.

Germany settled back on his back again as Italy trotted up. He set the open bottle of lube upright on the table and pried open Germany's closed legs, taking a moment to sensually run his tongue up and down his inner thighs. Germany squirmed a bit, trying to make some sort of sense of what Italy was doing. He knew he would get prepared but all the little foreplay was different, and rather interesting. Italy was obviously enjoying every bit of it and did not hesitate when he finally pushed in the first pre-lubed finger. The reaction was immediate, and all movement ceased. Germany was stunned into silence for a matter of seconds before he gasped out sudden strings of German words Italy couldn't comprehend. They silenced again when Italy twisted in the second one, and the slightest contact with his prostate sent everything up in flames.

"Fffuuuuah!" was all Germany could really get out, a weird mixture of 'Fuck' and a moan. Italy giggled, twisting the fingers around and poking at Germany's found prostate. Every little touch and scrape across it got Germany shivering in overzealous pleasure.

"Touchy, touchy Germany!" Italy giggled, poking hard at Germany's prostate. Germany gasped sharply.

"S-shut up!" Germany shouted back, his face all red in embarrassment and pleasure.

"It's cute!" Italy chimed.

"I am not cuuuuuuuuuu- that's three" he gasped out, leaning his head back on the arm rest and closing his eyes.

Italy couldn't get enough of this. Yes, he got the third one in, and it was funny how Germany reacted. He never thought that he could get so…..submissive and touchy. Maybe it was just his imagination or something. He poked a bit at Germany's prostate and fanned out his fingers twice before pulling them out one at a time. He judged he was prepared enough. Germany, realizing there was nothing there again, looked up at Italy as he grabbed for the lube again, squirted some on his fingers and lubed his manhood somehow once again standing at attention. He took his new found spot over Germany and spread his legs out a little more. Before Germany could predict it, his hands were pinned above his head, nod he actually couldn't get them free. Germany had no clue where the sudden strength came from or how Italy was actually using it, but he was firmly pinned.

"Feli let me go!" Germany demanded. Something in Italy's smile grew wicked.

"Nope" he curtly answered. Italy lined himself up to Germany's entrance, planted his lips on his lover's, and penetrated Germany for the first time.

At first all Germany could do was stay as still as he could, trying to fight back the urge to move his hands. It hurt less so then he predicted, probably because like Italy said he knew what he was doing. It felt more alien then anything to actually have something there that was bigger than Italy's fingers, and Italy was more endowed there than he anticipated.

When Italy eventually hit Germany's prostate again, all he could think was when Italy was going to start moving faster.

"F…fuck…" Germany groaned through his bared teeth. Italy hissed himself, setting his free hand on Germany's hip.

"Stop…clenching up" Italy hissed. Germany finally let his breath out, he didn't realize he was holding it, and tried to relax his muscles. He must have relaxed because Italy had begun thrusting into him.

Italy was slow at first, getting over the feeling that he was actually inside Germany, not the other way around, but he build up a pace, and a steady line on Germany's prostate to keep him on his toes. Each one got either a sound or a curse word out of Germany. If it wasn't that, he was gasping, toes curling up and fingers curling into Italy's grip. As Italy finally got faster, and each hit to Germany's prostate got harder, Germany found it harder to keep it together. It was bordering almost on painful now to keep from letting it all out, but as Italy suddenly picked up the pace and kept getting faster, he knew it was pointless to keep it back anymore, but somehow held on.

"F-fff…Feli!"

"Didn't I say…?" Italy hushed him, running his free hand up Germany's chest, pushing his tank top up.

The soft palm slowly made its way up until it lightly pinched at one of Germany's nipples, getting him to arch his back even higher than it already was.

"I knew what I was doing?" Italy finished, thrusting hard all the way to the hilt, forcing Germany's arched back down and kissing him hard and launching his tongue into his mouth. He came hard at last, groaning. Not a second later, Germany let everything building up in him go and came hard, coating their stomachs in his seed. As it all ended, Germany flopped like a boneless fish back on the couch, letting his mind and his body calm down. Italy slid out of Germany with a satisfied smirk and laid himself on top of Germany, letting the German's hands free. They just wrapped themselves around Italy and they were satisfied with laying there in the afterglow.

"So Luddy?" Italy prompted, tapping Germany's chest in the shape of a star. "How did I do?"

"You knew….what you were doing…" Germany replied, actually tired. Italy caught it quickly, and pride seemed to swell up in him enough to ask his next question.

"So…you think we could do that again sometime?"

"Yes" Germany answered without a single doubt. Italy cheered silently 'yay', and snuggled into Germany's chest, starting to fall asleep. Before he did however, he looked up at Germany and actually found him asleep, tugging Italy in his sleep closer. Italy had to smile and giggle again.

"You are cute when you get submissive Luddy…."

"Ludwig…..come on wake up"

Germany blinked away the sleepiness still locked behind his eyes and slowly woke up, finding Italy hovering over him with something really awesome smelling. Italy smiled and poked at his face, the smell getting stronger.

"Good morning Luddy. Someone was sleepy!~" Italy chuckled. Germany groaned and then chuckled, ruffling Italy's hair with a hand.

"I guess so. What smells good?"

"I made some Crepes with an old recipe I got from big brother France. I made some strawberry and blueberry ones, so you get to pick!" Italy informed him, jumping back away from the couch and Germany and toward the kitchen. Germany smiled at his as-usual ecstatic and went to sit up and eat with him.

Well…he tried at first but found his hips rather against the motion, but he got them to go with it, but without a little pain. Now he understood what Italy must have felt like after they did it the first time.

"Ah, there you are! Your hips hurt?" Italy asked, smirking like an ass. Germany growled and sat down, biting back a sudden shout. Italy laughed and set a crepe in front of him.

"I'm poking fun Luddy, I'm sorry…"

They ate in silence for a few minutes, something obviously bugging Italy for the entire length of time.

"Hey Germany?"

"Hm?"

"Do you regret…..last night?" Italy asked timidly, setting his fork down. "It's bugging me a bit that I messed up for asking to do that"

"Italy…"

"I don't know, maybe it was a mistake…"

"Feli, I don't regret it"

Italy looked up bewildered at Germany, who was smiling at him, setting his plate aside and taking hold of his head with both hands.

"I agreed to it and said I would do it again, do you honestly think I regretted it? You live up to the expectation that Italians are the best lovers. Honestly, why the hell would you doubt yourself in that field?"

Italy chuckled again softly and was hugged up close to Germany, abandoning their breakfast and anything really to pertain it.

"You really are cute when you're submissive Luddy…."

"Tell anyone and I'll make you pay"

"How so Ludwig?" Italy taunted, already knowing where this was going to go. Germany saw it too but he went for it anyway, slamming Italy up against a wall and pinning his arms up above his head.

"Bring it Germany…." Italy taunted once more, smirking like before. He twitched in anticipation as something carnal lit up in Germany's eyes, and he went to work marking Italy against the wall.

Maybe the repercussions of this one fantasy can be dealt with….