Editor's Note: THE LAST ONE! Please enjoy the end of this crak-assery... You offically have NO LIVES! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! [/is brick'd] ~Sugar

Disclaimer: We do NOT own Hetalia, or Beauty and the Beast. This is just a fragmant of our fan-girl imagination.

Chapter 4: Finale

The young Italian stirred after his wonderful, sex-induced sleep and awoke to a bright morning sun.

"Ve... Too bright..." Feliciano raspily whispered, shielding his eyes from the harsh rays of the sun. Then, Feliciano's gaze fell to the sleeping form next to him.

Ludwig had had the most wonderful dream. He made love to a brunette beauty, and they both fell asleep together in his bed. But he knew that when he woke up, that brunette wouldn't be there, and that it truly was just a dream. Ludwig slowly opened his eyes.

"Morning, Ludwig."

The Italian smiled wide, as if he was already fully awake (which he wasn't).

The German couldn't believe it. The same brunette from his dream was in his bed. He rubbed his eyes, and mumbled an incoherent greeting.

The Italian giggled then placed an innocent kiss on the German's forehead.

"Did you sleep well, ve?"

"Mmph," The German grunted, still rubbing his eyes, trying to make sure his mind wasn't playing tricks on him.

"That bad?"

"No." His hands cupped the Italian's face, and placed his forehead against the other. "Sorry. Are you sore from last night?"

Feliciano blushed lightly at the bluntness from Ludwig. "N-Not really actually..."

"Hm. Good." He smiled lightly and then placed his lips on the Italian's lightly.

The Italian smiled as he was kissed by his German lover and wrapped his arms around the other's neck to deepen their morning kiss.

Ludwig moaned as the Italian deepened the kiss. His arms went around Feliciano's waist, noticing that they were both stark naked. He chuckled lightly, a rumble deep in this throat.

The Italian forced his lover's lips apart so then it was his turn to explore the German's mouth, humming lightly as he did so.

His moans were lust tipped, and he was willing to let the Italian in and take over.

Shifting his weight a bit, Feliciano made himself lay atop the German; his tongue still roamed Ludwig's mouth hungrily as he ran his fingers through his lover's blond locks.

Normally, Ludwig wouldn't let someone overpower him. But this time he was. He let Feliciano lay on top of him, letting his fingers dig into the Italian's hair. It sounded so weird, a man with a deep voice moaning like a dirty schoolgirl.

Feliciano left Ludwig's lips, noticing a small string of saliva connecting their kiss. Then the Italian moved his lips down the German's neck, leaving kisses all over his lover's chest.

Ludwig called out in a voice he didn't really know as the Italian's lips moved down his chest. His nails dug into Feliciano's scalp, and he bit his lip to try and not wake up the servants.

Almost teasingly, Feliciano left more and more kisses down. Lower and lower and lower the Italian kissed until he found his prize. "F-Forgive me if I don't satisfy you, ve..." A blush went across his cheeks as he took hold of the other's length.

Ludwig bucked under the touch of the other's mouth on his length. His lips gave out as he moaned.

The Italian wrapped his lips around Ludwig's head then began to lick his shaft as Feliciano began his pace.

The German shuddered and slightly disappointed in that he wasn't doing anything. Ludwig started to tug on the suspicious curl that hung on the others head.

A moan escaped the Italian's lips as he felt his curl being tugged, causing a light vibration to ring throughout Ludwig's length. Feliciano, however, continued to work on his lover as this occurred.

Ludwig grunted in triumph. He certainly loved what he felt when he tugged the curl, and he loved seeing that reaction on the Italian. A corner of his couth twitched upward, evolving into a sadistic smirk as he tugged again on the curl.

Light moans continued to leave Feliciano's lips as Ludwig continued to pull at his sensitive curl. As payback, the Italian would quicken his pace ever so slightly as well as lightly touched the fair skin on the German's inner thigh.

He moaned even deeper, pulling at the curl. He bucked into the Italian's touch. Payback's a bitch, but revenge is hell. He smiled slyly again, trying to lean forward and bite the curl.

A faster pace was needed as Feliciano felt Ludwig nip at his sensitive curl and moans escaped, vibrating his lover's member all the while.

His body couldn't take it anymore, but he couldn't just succumb to the Italian's will just yet. Not yet. He leaned as much as he could to try and whisper in Feliciano's ear, "Feliciano, I-" He was cut short by his release, pretty much screaming.

Feeling Ludwig release inside of his mouth pleased Feliciano in an odd way he never thought he'd feel. Regardless, the Italian lapped up the fluid then cleaned up the mess he made. Afterwards, he licked his lips lustfully. "Tasty, ve~..."

Ludwig breathed heavily, bringing Feliciano to lie back down next to him. He looked into the man's brown eyes, then outside. Weirdly, there was a huge snowstorm last night, but outside there was no sign of there ever being snow at all.

Ludwig leaned over and whispered into the Italian's ear, "I love you."

Feliciano shut his eyes and felt himself smile against the German's chest. "I love you too, Ludwig... Ve~..." The warm spring-like sun beat down on the two lovers' naked bodies and Feliciano found it a perfect opportunity to take a siesta on his lover and fall into another sleep.

Author's Note: Sorry that its a bit short. We both got a little lazy in writing this, but hey. Everyone needs more of Italy topping.