Progression

'Why did I agree to this?' Germany thought to himself. Sure, it was cold. Sure, he had the biggest bed. Maybe he had one too many beers with dinner. But why?

Why would he share a bed with his overly affectionate yet oblivious best friend and his insatiable, perverted brother/lover?

'No one's there,' he thought. 'You're alone. Just go to sleep. Go to sleep.'

"West."

'Verdammt. So much for that plan.'

"You awake West?"

"Go to sleep, Bruder."

"Now why would I do that?"

Germany tried to shift away, but couldn't because of Prussia's tight grip on his right arm and Italy curled around his left.

"Bruder. Sleep. Now. Please."

"Not on your life." And then one hand released Germany's upper arm and started to crawl across his chest.

"Bruder! Italy's right here!"

"Then keep you voice down, West."

Cold lips found his soft spot in one shot, sucking roughly. Germany clenched his jaw hurriedly, glaring down at his brother's head. He opened his mouth to tell Prussia to stop, but it turned into a moan as a hand pressed against his nipple over his shirt. The other hand started unbuttoning his shirt, moving quickly through the plastic buttons.

"Brud-mn!" Germany bit his lip as Prussia's mouth closed over the pinkish nub on his chest. "S-stop!"

"That's not what you're saying down here," Prussia replied, smirking, a hand slipping inside of Germany's pants.

"A-ah!"

"As much as I like hearing you like this," Prussia said. "Italy is right there."

Germany moaned again, his only free hand clutching Prussia's shoulder. Prussia smirked.

"Bet you'd like it if Italy woke up right now, wouldn't you?" Prussia whispered.

"N-no, I-"

"You would. If he woke up, and joined us? You'd like it."

"I wouldn't, no-"

"Feeling him around you, moaning as you gave him pleasure. Feeling him clench around you, and him-"

"Bruder," Germany moaned, whimpering slightly as his brother's hand slipped out of his pants, only to gasp as the waistband of his pants and boxers caught on the head of his erection as they were whisked off.

"Knew it," Prussia replied, finally laying his lips on Germany's. The younger's response was immediate. His lips parted without being asked, tongue reaching out to coax Prussia's into his mouth. As they kissed, Prussia slid one of his knees between Germany's, spreading them slightly to slide his hips down against the blond's. He jerked his hips down as his tongue flickered against the roof of his brother's mouth, swallowing the groan that was let out.

They set a rhythm, hips jerking and tongues sweeping and hands wandering. Germany's one free hand started undoing the buttons of Prussia's shirt, taking care not to move his other arm too much. The older nation sat back, pulling his shirt off his shoulders and over Italy's side of the bed. His pants had been shimmied off earlier, so the only remaining barrier between them was Prussia's boxers.

They were gone quickly, thrown the same way as the shirt. Prussia ground his hips down, both moaning loudly at the contact. Germany shifted slightly, so their lips met again, smothering any more noises. Still connected by their lips, Prussia leaned to the side to get the lube out of the bedside table. He uncapped it and spread some on his fingers, sitting back slightly as one finger rubbed over Germany's entrance.

"Relax," Prussia told him, pushing the tip of one finger in, wiggling it around before pushing it farther.

"Bruder," Germany muttered in slight discomfort, shifting slightly.

"Shh, West," Prussia whispered, kissing the other's pale neck. "Shh." Germany relaxed, his free hand grasping his brother's shoulder once again. Another finger was thrust in, scissoring slightly before moving in deeper.

"Ah! T-there!" Germany moaned as Prussia's fingers brushed his prostate. He closed his eyes and bit his lip hard as those fingers once again pressed against it purposefully. The third long finger was added with a slight twinge and Germany's almost unbearable need to be filled completely.

"Bruder," he moaned, opening his blue eyes part way, finding his brother's bright red ones staring back.

"Patience, West."

"You're one to talk."

Prussia smirked, fingers pulling back. He slid his legs between Germany's, their lips lining up perfectly. He squeezed more of the lube onto his palm, spreading it over his erection, then wiping the hand on their sheets. He pressed his lips to his brother's again as he entered him.

Germany let out a loud moan, muffled by his brother's lips. When Prussia was fully sheathed he panted slightly, eyes roaming across his brother's body. It had been a long time since Prussia was able to seduce Germany into getting this far, and both brothers had missed the connection. Prussia pulled out, then thrust in again, both letting out loud moans into the kiss. Prussia mimicked the movement of his hips with his tongue. Rocking his hips against Germany's, tongue sweeping into all of the hidden crevices. Germany moved back against him, trying to keep up with the insane pace. Prussia moved faster and harder, Germany bucking wildly to try and keep up. The albino slammed into his lover's prostate, lips swallowing his shout. Germany tried to shift so his prostate would be struck again, but unable to figure out which way to move, he ended up writhing around under his brother.

Prussia let out a low curse; he needed to finish them both before Germany woke Italy up. Once calloused hand gripped the blond's erection tightly, thumb pressing against the tip.

"Let go," Prussia groaned into Germany's ear, breath coming in harsh pants against the other's ear and neck. "West, legs up."

Germany obediently lifted his legs, settling one over the other's hip ad Prussia bringing the other over his shoulder. This new angle allowed him to hit his brother's prostate with every thrust, hand once again grasping the other's erection.

Germany didn't know which pleasure to focus on, the rough hand on his erection, the near constant assault on his prostate, or the feeling of his brother inside him and over him. Pleasure swamped him, engulfing his mind and senses.

Prussia heard the high-pitched whimper that Germany left out and covered his brother's lips again, muffling the scream that was let out. The feel of Germany's already tight passage clenching around him drew Prussia' climax out of him as well, a groan sounding into the silent room as their kiss was broken.

Germany's legs fell, Prussia falling onto his brother.

"Never waiting that long again," Prussia told his brother, not moving off of him.

"I'm surprised you lasted that long."

"So am I."

"Sleep, Bruder."

"Fine, night, West."

"Night."

"Gutennacht kisse?" Prussia asked. Germany rolled his eyes, but complied.

"It's kind of surprising Italy didn't wake up…" Prussia muttered as Germany fell asleep at last.

Germany shifted close to his brother in his sleep, Prussia gazing down at his sleeping face. "I really need to turn the heat off more often…Then he'll have to let me share his bed more." Then Prussia fell asleep as well, a slight smirk on his lips.

Italy woke up an hour later at 4 AM, his nose twitching. There was some bitter smell that seemed to have woken him up that he just couldn't place. He shrugged, then saw Germany and Prussia were both without clothes.

"How come they could sleep without clothes when Germany said I had to wear them?" He asked himself, throwing off his clothes and snuggling into Germany's arm again. He settled down to sleep, now more comfortable, still not able to place that bitter smell.