You look beautiful when I'm drunk

An honest mistake

"Stupid Feliciano … why is it so funny? Damn, I'm starting to feel dizzy."

"Ludwig?"

Ludwig Weilschmidt tilted his head at the call of his name and looked at the entrance of the pub. He stared at the man's figure in the softly lighted room, trying to make out the person's identity. The man walked over to him, holding a small suitcase. He was shorter than Ludwig, was wearing a dark suit, and had blond messy hair, bushy eyebrows and sparkling emerald eyes. Ludwig's eyes widened in recognition as Arthur Kirkland sat at the bar next to him. What was the personification of England doing in a German pub in Berlin?

"Are you drunk?" Arthur asked with curiosity. He had never seen the German nation drunk before since Ludwig never abused of alcohol when in public.

"No. Just starting to feel dizzy. I was about to leave anyway ... goodbye Arthur …" Germany said as he tried getting up but he felt his legs get all fuzzy and had to hold onto the bar table. Arthur looked at him struggle then looked at the 5 large empty pints of beer and smirked.

"5 pints? You get dizzy after only 5 pints? I thought Germans were good drinkers? Your brother always starts to feel excited … well more excited than usual after his 10th pint. I expected you to last longer. Barman! One large pint of beer, please!" England ordered without paying attention to the German anymore.

There are many things Germany wouldn't mind to be criticized or mocked about but his drinking ability was not one of them! And to compare him to his immature brother?! Ludwig glared at the Englishman who was already on his second drink. On a sudden impulse, the blue eyed man sat back in his seat and ordered another beer. Arthur smirked.

"I thought you were leaving?"

"You challenged me." Ludwig replied as he started gulping down his sixth drink.

"If you say so." Arthur laughed and finished his second drink, ordering a new one.

Ludwig must admit that he was impressed by Arthur's drinking speed. The smaller man had long caught up with Ludwig as they both went on their 10th pint of beer. Now Ludwig was really getting drunk and had a hard time staying conscious of his actions. He looked over at Arthur who was laughing as he went on his 11th pint. Ludwig felt his head drop slightly on the table, facing his drinking partner, his eyelids half shut as he listened to Arthur's laugh. Was it because of the drinks? Or the soft enchanting atmosphere of the pub? Or maybe it was all just a dream and he had already passed out? Dream or not, Ludwig couldn't help but think that Arthur had a beautiful sounding voice, especially when he laughed.

"So? What troubles are you trying to drown?" Arthur asked with small giggle. He too was getting dizzy but he still kept control over the drink … for now.

Ludwig's eyes snapped open and he started to get depressed again. Arthur felt guilty for asking when he saw the German's face darken.

"You don't have to tell if you don't want to." He shrugged as he looked away out the window. Ludwig looked up at the Englishman and for some odd reason, found him quite … attractive. He was having a strange look on his face as though he was looking at something that wasn't there. He wasn't daydreaming, no, that wasn't it … he was looking at … something beyond the normal eye.

In fact, Arthur was looking at a couple of elves dancing around in the street, making faces at the people around them who were unable to see them. The elves then spotted Arthur; he smiled at them and saw their eyes lighten with happiness. 'I guess it's not always good fun to be invisible no matter how many pranks you can play.' Arthur thought with a soft smile. He turned back to Ludwig who was eyeing him with a small spark in his eyes.

"What were you smiling at?" Ludwig asked, curious. He had seen Arthur's smile and it had look so sweet and gentle … so unlike the usual face he makes during meetings. Was that how he looked like in everyday life?

"Nothing important." Arthur shrugged it off and grabbed his 12th pint and smirked. "Are you giving up?"

Ludwig knew he was on the verge of drunkenness but the daring, tempting tone of Arthur's voice and the laughter in his emerald eyes made him order yet another beer.

They drank and they laughed and they drank and they laughed and drank and laughed and drank and … kissed.

Ludwig didn't understand what was happening but he had said something to Arthur and the green eyed man had grinned devilishly before kissing him passionately. What had he said to Arthur? Oh, yeah … now he remembered … he had said:

"You look beautiful when I'm drunk."

And after that, Ludwig's mind just switched off.

Outside, peeking through the window, the two elves were enjoying the show with wide grins on their faces. This couple sounded interesting!

"They look like fun to play with!" the black haired, pale skinned and red eyed one said.

"Yeah, but I don't think the small one will let us trick him easily though." replied the red haired, tanned and golden eyed elf.

"Yeah … but I like him! I didn't think anyone could see us anymore! Even Germany and Prussia forgot all about us! Who's that guy anyway?"

"Well, if Germany knows him then he must be a country too."

"Hey! I heard of a few countries who can still see us up in the north of Europe! I heard Germany complain about one guy in particular … what was his name again?"

The duo thought in silence too busy thinking to notice the two blond countries leaving the bar, arms in arms and still kissing. Germany moaned his name and England smirked before licking the German's neck. The two elves snapped at the same time when Germany had said Arthur's country name.

"Yes! That's right! England!" they both shouted and realized that the one they were talking about was just next to them. Germany was turning his back to them but wouldn't have noticed them anyway, and England was licking and kissing his neck. Arthur's gaze locked on the two staring elves. He smiled at them and slowly retreated away from the German as if regaining back his senses. He still had a lustful look on his face and his eyes were shining with desire, he was still drunk but he somehow managed to get back to normal … well, until Germany grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.

Ludwig had let out a moan of dissatisfaction when Arthur had stopped pleasing him. He had seen the smaller nation retreat slightly with a small smile and he had seen how Arthur, who was clearly turned on, had tried to contain himself. Ludwig couldn't help but feel amazed by that man. Each time he looked at him, he saw beauty, strength, sexiness and that strange aura of mystery. Ludwig was about to let Arthur leave before this went too far but somehow, Feliciano's words, the same words that had made him so depressed only moments ago, came back to him. And without another thought, he grabbed Arthur's collar and kissed him as if his life depended on it. He was drunk, Arthur was drunk, they both knew it but they didn't care.

The two elves smiled at each other. Maybe playing with them wasn't such a good idea after all. And they left the nation couple, disappearing in an explosion of sparks.

Ludwig heard his alarm clock ring and with a grunt he slammed the snooze button before snuggling back in the warmth and cosiness of the bed, with a soft body next to his … WHAT?!

Ludwig's eyes snapped open and right in front of him, at just a couple of centimetres away from his face, was Arthur's own sleeping face. Ludwig felt his pulse accelerate and a bright blush grow on his face. What had he done? What had happened yesterday? Ludwig closed his eyes to try and remember, but mostly because if he kept staring at Arthur's face he felt he might stop breathing any minute. What did he remember from yesterday?

He had been hanging out with Feliciano and just before the Italian left to go back to his home, Italy had engaged a strange topic of conversation:

"Veee~ Ludwig? How many people have you slept with?"

The question was so unexpected and so blunt it rendered Ludwig speechless and blushing widely.

"F-Feliciano! That's not something appropriate to ask!"

"Vee~? But why? I've asked it to everyone in Europe and they all answered me. Why are you blushing, Ludwig? Are you embarrassed?" Feliciano smiled at his friend's uneasiness.

"I … I'm … … F-fine! I'll tell you!" Germany said as he leaned over to whisper something in the Italian's ear.

Feliciano's face immediately froze and Ludwig looked at him with worry before Feliciano burst into laughter.

"No way! Impossible! Ve~Ve~ Ludwig! Are you really still a virgin?"

Ludwig felt his face burn with embarrassment and a bit of shame.

"Veee~ What are you waiting for Ludwig? Isn't there someone you like?"

"I … I don't have anyone right now … and I want to do it with the right person …"

Feliciano thought for a minute then slowly nodded.

"Yes! I understand. It's good to think like that Ludwig but you'll never find anyone if you don't take a risk! Even if we, countries, live longer than humans, we're not eternal. You might miss your chance. Don't be scared Ludwig! Sex is fun! And once you try it, it'll feel so good that you'll never want to stop!"

Ludwig just wanted to end this insane discussion. He forced Feliciano to his plane and then headed to the first pub he could find to drown his feeling of shame. He was just not good with stuff like that unlike his insane brother. So … how did he end up with the personification of England, naked, in his bed with him?

Let's see, after having a few pints, Ludwig heard someone call his name and he had seen Arthur. They both had a drinking contest out of Arthur's provocation but after the 10th drink, Ludwig couldn't remember. Well actually he did remember bits and pieces but it was all messed up and it seemed like a dream. He did remember thinking that Arthur had looked crazy hot that night but it probably was because of the alcohol, right? There's no way he would still think that now. And to prove himself right, Ludwig opened his eyes to look at the sleeping man next to him. From up close, Ludwig noticed the delicate facial features of the man allied to a roughness brought mainly by his eyebrows, but it somehow married well on his soft looking face. His skin was pale white and seemed to glow in the few rays of sunlight slipping through the closed curtains. He had long eyelashes that would definitely bring out his gorgeous big emerald eyes if they weren't closed. His messy golden hair glittered in the sunlight and although Germany hated his own hair when it was messy, it seemed to fit Arthur so well. His thin, pink lips were letting out steady breaths and before he realized it Germany was leaning closer to those lips. Realising his action, he quickly backed away, both shocked and horrified. Had he really almost kissed Arthur? And why was he suddenly thinking at how beautiful and cute Arthur looked in his sleep? With such a calm and peaceful expression, he looked like an angel fallen from the heavens. Ludwig felt his gaze leave Arthur's face and eye down his whole body (or what wasn't under the covers) and a sudden thought struck him as if it were as obvious and as plain of a fact as the sun is round and yellow: Arthur is so damn hot.

Ludwig felt his blush burn his face as he was scanning Arthur's upper body that wasn't covered. He had a few scars from his past battles and some of them seemed pretty deep and old and a tattoo representing a rock guitar entangled in a red rose and with an anarchist flag at the top of the guitar was imprinted on his left back – shoulder. Despite the few scars that gave him a rough side, his skin was smooth and soft. He had a slim and slender body that seemed so much more fragile than Ludwig's but he could see the solid muscles on his arms. He wasn't very muscly like Ludwig but he was fit and Ludwig somehow felt that he had more strength in him than it appeared. Ludwig was now gazing at the covered lower part of England's body. He wanted to take away the blanket but he hesitated. And why was he suddenly eye devouring Arthur's body?! He didn't really know the guy much anyway! But Ludwig couldn't help it. Maybe if he hadn't responded to Arthur's challenge, none of this would have happened. Ludwig fidgeted around nervously, trying his best not to stare at Arthur when he felt him move. Arthur shivered slightly and slowly woke up.

Green eyes met blue ones and Arthur blinked in surprise. Ludwig felt his heart race and he suddenly became self – conscious about the fact that they were both naked and together in the same bed. He was suddenly struck by a memory of what he had told Arthur the night before:

"You look beautiful when I'm drunk."

Ludwig's face turned deep crimson. Had he really said that? No, it was a dream! It had to be! But if it was a dream … why the hell was he dreaming of something like that?

Arthur straightened himself on his elbows and looked around noticing he was probably in Ludwig's bedroom and he noticed next to him a blushing German. He sighed before smiling to Germany whose blush increased in consequence.

"I'm sorry. I guess it's my fault for dragging you into that drinking contest." Arthur apologised. He then started looking for his clothes, gathered them and left them on the corner of the bed.

"Hey, Ludwig? Can I use your shower?" Arthur asked as he turned back to Ludwig. He saw the German staring at him with what seemed like a mixture of shock, confusion, embarrassment, panic and … something else … was that desire? No way! That was Ludwig we were talking about! There's no way he'd be looking at Arthur with desire unless he was drunk. Arthur saw the German blush again and smiled slightly. He found amusing at how embarrassed Germany was.

"Are you alright, Ludwig? If you're thinking about last night, don't worry yourself too much. It's normal if you don't remember and I can understand you being shocked." Arthur comforted him politely.

Germany stared at England. He had been staring at him ever since he left the bed. He had been so focused on eyeing the man's hot body that he hadn't realised it until Arthur had called for a shower. And now Arthur was looking at him with comforting eyes and a warm smile. There's no way this is the same Arthur as at the conference meetings. He was too … too unlike Arthur! Not only that, from what he remembers from yesterday England had been more aggressive, wild and dominative, with hungry lust gleaming in his eyes while now he was sweet, gentle, caring and polite like a perfect gentleman. Germany almost felt like he was being addressed to like a lady. Why? How? How could he be so different?! Had England always been this tempting before?

"I … I …" Germany struggled. What could he say to apologise for his behaviour?

"Don't worry! It's nothing unusual really."

Ludwig's head tilted up at Arthur with surprise. What did he mean by that? Arthur seemed to notice Ludwig's confusion at what he had said and he suddenly had a strange thought.

"Ludwig … are you … were you a virgin?" England asked expecting a negative answer and was shock at seeing the German nod approvingly at his guess. That was unexpected!

"No! Seriously?"

"Yes." Ludwig mumbled with annoyance.

"Wow! I'm sorry, it's just that … I thought you and Feliciano had …"

Ludwig looked at Arthur with a panicked and offended look.

"We're just friends!"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions."

Arthur really did look sorry and somehow it made Ludwig's heart lighten.

'It's alright. You're not the first to be surprised by my virginity. Feliciano was asking me about it yesterday before he left and it made me feel ashamed and depressed to know that I probably was the only one in the entire continent of Europe still a virgin. That's why you found me drunk at the pub." Ludwig explained with a sad look.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of. I think it's quite noble of you to be concern about this … unlike someone else I know." England said with a frown as he thought about France.

The compliment made Germany blush but luckily, England was too busy mentally cursing France to notice.

"Anyway, now, you're not really a virgin anymore."

"… So it seems …"

"Look, I'm sorry if you feel bad about it. Actually, you probably don't remember but … I think you enjoyed it … well at least from what I remember, you seemed to like it." Arthur said with a remembering expression and a smirk, his eyes clouded by memories.

Feliciano's words floated in Ludwig's head: "Sex is fun! And once you try it, it'll feel so good that you'll never want to stop!"

In his mind, Ludwig kept seeing brief images of his experience with Arthur. It had felt good. And as he looked at the Englishman still standing naked in his room he did feel the need for more.

"So, may I use your shower, please?" Arthur changed subject.

"Ah, of course, it's the first door on the left. Be careful, my brother might find you."

"So? Gilbert won't care. And I already knew where the shower was, I just wanted your permission to use it."

"How did you …?"

"I came to your house before with Gilbert. Alright, I'll be quick so you don't have to wait too long."

Arthur was about to leave with a towel he had found in Ludwig's cupboard before halting at the door. He looked back at Ludwig and smiled apologetically.

"I wouldn't move to suddenly if I were you. Especially since it was your first time, it'll probably hurt a lot. Sorry. Just try to move slowly and it'll be fine."

Ludwig didn't understand but, after Arthur had left and he had tried getting out of bed, he had felt an unbearable pain in his ass. Now that he thought about it, Arthur had been the one toping last night … not that Ludwig minded … Arthur was quite skilful. Slowly, Ludwig slipped out of the covers but remained seated for a few moments before getting up. It did hurt a lot but … the pain didn't bother him too much. He somehow felt that the pain was worth the pleasure. He was slowly remembering more and more from last night and started thinking that he'd like to see Arthur like that again … so hot and attractive … He then cursed himself for even thinking that.

When Arthur was done, Ludwig locked himself in the shower, and the water helped him clear his mind and think rationally. He definitely was not in love with Arthur. That was impossible since he only had sex with him the night before and they had both been drunk. The reason he felt weird was probably due to the alcohol and the rest of last night's feeling. After his shower, Ludwig felt refreshed and ready to admit that this was all just a mistake they made when they were drunk. An honest mistake.