Ludwig
is
staying up late to clean, to make up for oversleeping thanks to his horrible hangover.
Lovino
wonders
what happened.
Francis
wonders
if he needs help. Maybe the cleaning should wait.
snorts. Something French happened.
apologizes for that.
Lovino
is
sure he doesn't want to know what something French is and retreats back carefully, but not before making more mess for him to clean.
Ludwig
thinks
she shouldn't have to apologize for *him*. ...and of course he makes sure to shout after Lovino, useless as that is.
Francis
thinks
that 'something French' should not be considered a bad thing at all.
makes sure he curses at the potato bastard too! And something with French attached to it is never good.
makes a face. It was bad because he had to deal with terrible heartburn from that damn gin on top of the hangover. He throws the-
dishrag down and follows the trail of disaster Lovino left behind, trying to clean up.
doesn't think it is his fault if Ludwig can't handle his liquor. He leans against the wall and watches, refraining from assisting just yet.
handles his liquor just fine, better than most. His head is killing him, but he isn't slowing down a bit on straightening up.
took medicine earlier and just stayed in bed for the majority of the day so his is mostly gone. "Why don't you clean later?"
sets things on the hall table back upright. "Because I have time now."
does not understand. "Wouldn't it be more efficient to wait until later?"
nearly drops what he's picked up. "Of course not! I keep to a schedule, you know. And I slept late today. Completely missed training."
"A change in schedule won't kill you. Spontaneity is good sometimes."
Ludwig
thinks
is absolutely would. It would throw him completely off track. Everything would go awry.
Francis
thinks
he's too uptight. Maybe he'll help some if Ludwig will relax.
glances at him suspiciously. "You would help? What do you want out of it?"
shrugs. "Maybe just to see you forget about your schedule for a single evening."
Ludwig
thinks
the only way that'll happen is if everything gets finished up early.
helps clean up what he can. It's not like he's over here enough to know where things go.
Ludwig
is
actually surprised when they get through things faster than what he would have on his own. He still rechecks everything Francis moves or -
puts away, but that's simply a bit of OCD kicking in and doesn't slow them down much. Once the kitchen's completely spotless and all the-
cleaning tools put away, he pauses in the middle of the room at a loss as to what to do next. "That...is it then. Thank you."
works quickly to keep up with Ludwig, cleaning a bit more thoroughly than he would his own place. When they finally finish, Francis -
-unceremoniously plops onto the couch and tilts his head back to look at Ludwig. "De rien. Now you can relax."
frowns down at him. "I can what? I could use the spare time to do paperwork."
"That's dumb. Do your paperwork later. Like tomorrow."
rubs his temple, where the worst part of a headache settled this morning and refused to budge. "I should start tonight."
frowns a fraction. "Your headache will only get worse if you do, probably."
drops his hand immediately but at least sits down on the end of the couch. "I do not have a headache. Not yet. You haven't been here long."
"Oh, please. I'm the cure, not the cause." And then he decides Ludwig's thigh would be a good a pillow.
can't exactly move away, being on the end of the couch, but he does try to shift his leg out from under Francis' head. "I beg to differ."
tries to keep his head where it is. "How so? I'm nothing but nice to you."
crosses his arms and leans back stiffly. "Yes. In an effort to get me undressed."
"I'm not trying to get you undressed right now."
snorts. "I give it five to ten minutes before you start in. Don't you have anything better to do?"
shakes his head. "I bet you I won't. And not really, no. I figured I'd grace you with my presence."
starts to speak but is interrupted first by a yawn. "Consider calling ahead. It's common courtesy."
Francis
is
really comfortable like this. "I'll try to remember next time. Are you tired?"
sets his elbow on the arm of the couch and rubs his forehead, eyes closing. "Yes, Frankreich, I am tired. As you recall, last night-
ran well into the early hours of the morning and I still got up at eight, two hours past my alarm. I have had to doubletime to make up for -
the schedule change. I think I have earned the right to be tired."
"You enjoyed it though so you shouldn't complain. Sure if it hadn't happened, your schedule would have turned out just fine, but then-
-you'd still have all that built up ust."
glances down at him, frowning. "Built up *what*?"
"Unresolved sexual tension." I reaches up and lightly flicks his nose.
bats his hand away. "I managed just fine for long enough without crawling into bed with you or anyone else."
brings his arm back down. "Your resolve astounds me, really. Doesn't it get boring just using your hand?"
really doesn't want to get into this conversation again, not while sober *and* hungover. "There were more important things taking up my -
attention."
Francis
will
keep talking about it until the subject is changed. "But that's really important too. I read somewhere it lowers the risks for prostate-
-cancer. Not that you have to worry about that, but still."
shakes his head. "It isn't. There was a relationship, it ended, and from there on out we had a very difficult time in the wake of...ah...
things. Personal relationships do not matter as much as the well-being of my people."
makes no comment about that difficult time, because that is somewhere he doesn't want to go, especially with this guy. "I understand that, -
-but taking care of yourself and being happy is just as important."
relaxes slightly, relieved the conversation wasn't taken either places it could have gone - either about *that* or said relationship. "I was
perfectly fine. And I still am. I do not need to rely on the company of others to be satisfied."
"That's good. You should e content with yourself and all, but sometimes it gets lonely without being around others. At least for me. -
-Another difference, I suppose." He frowns a bit, not sure why he's even talking about that.
glances down at him, a brow arched. "Yes, I'm sure you're alone so often."
"Should you really assume? It could be more so than you think. You don't know unless you spy on me or something."
...shudders. "...nein. I would prefer to keep my sanity, thank you."
raises an eyebrow. "It would drive you insane? In what way?"
leans his head against his hand again. "I would prefer not to ever know what sort of debauchery goes on in your bedroom."
"You already know all about it. Or part of it, anyway."
puts his hand over Francis' mouth, already turning red. "Quiet. Before you even get started."
tries to keep talking, but his words are severely muffled due to that hand. He'll lick it if it's not removed.
figures this and moves his hand out of the way before that can happen, stretching that arm along the back of the couch. "Do you plan on-
sleeping on my couch tonight?"
decides to tease him. "Is that your way of asking me to spend the night?" He would kind of prefer that. It's a bit late to go all the way -
home.
reddens, nearly tripping over his reply. "No. It isn't. You could go downstairs and sleep with Gilbert just as easily."
knows this, but-- "What do you want?"
tries to shift Francis off his leg so he can stand up. "You obviously have no issue simply showing up here. I assumed you had plans for the-
night as well."
doesn't want him to get up, but doesn't do anything to keep Ludwig from it. The couch cushion isn't as comfortable. "I told you-
-I came to see you. I figured that was planning enough."
Ludwig
is
a little thrown off by this. More than a little, and it's obvious. It isn't as though they've gotten along famously over the years or-
anything like that. No reason whatsoever for France to come see him, unless he was simply bored. "...as I mentioned, I am tired. If you-
would like to continue whatever that conversation was, then you may come upstairs and do so. Otherwise, goodnight."
Francis
is
surprised that Ludwig invited him upstairs, regardless of the reason. He had expected him to just...say something Ludwig-like and just-
leave him alone in the living room. He's not really tired enough to sleep just yet, so there's no way he would turn that down. And talking-
about whatever would help improve relations more, and that's what his boss wants anyway, so it's win-win. "All right." He sits up, a bit-
slowly, since he had gotten too used to laying down, then stands and stretches, intending to follow Ludwig up.
doesn't hang about waiting for Francis after that. He should have just sent the man downstairs with his brother and been done with it. The-
only sort of conversation they could possibly have upstairs in his bedroom would likely go right back to the subject he wanted to avoid.-
Knowing Francis, anyway. This was not one of his brighter moments at all, but Ludwig kept going, turning off lights on the way up the stairs
to his completely immaculate room.
follows him upstairs, looking around as he does so. It's definitely not his first time in this house, but he is really only familiar with-
-the basement, and how to get from there to the kitchen and bathroom. He isn't surprised by the condition of Ludwig's room, but it is far -
-too neat and organised. He's not sure where to sit, because even that might somehow mess it all up. "Where should I sit?"
hasn't bothered with any sort of wall decoration in years. The hallway and bedroom walls up here are all empty of even mirrors, nevermind-
artwork or some other pointless artifact. The old propaganda posters framed and hung perfectly around his office several doors down are-
the closest thing to decoration he has besides the curtains on the windows. Those are black, his comforter dark grey, all monochrome-
colors. There's a chest of drawers, a nightstand beside the bed, a dresser and a writing desk in his room, with nothing out of place or-
strewn across the tops of the furniture. He remains standing with his back to Francis, starting to unbutton his shirt. "Wherever you are-
comfortable."
looks around, thinking Ludwig really needs some colour in his room. Maybe tricolores. That would totally brighten up the room. It all-
-felt like a museum, store display or one of Alfred's movie sets. If he didn't know it was Ludwig's room, he would assume that it -
-was not lived in. He watches Ludwig for a moment, then sits himself at the foot of the bed.
removes his shirt and takes it immediately to the hamper in the bathroom, returning a moment later in only his shorts and undershirt. -
Halfway through pulling a pair of sweatpants out of his dresser drawer, he glances back over at Francis. "Would you like something to sleep-
in?" Whether he wanted it or not, he was getting something. No way was he sleeping in here in-...well. There was a guest room. No one-
mentioned France actually sleeping in here, damn it.
prefers sleeping in the nude during the summer especially, since sometimes it was a bit too hot for pyjamas. But since this is Ludwig's-
place, he ought to avoid that unless the other decides he wants him naked or something. "Ah, sure." He stands and walks over. Whatever-
-Ludwig gives him will mostly be a bit big, but it would be comfortable at least.
should have thought ahead and grabbed a pair of Gilbert's pants off the dryer on the way up. The pair he hands Francis are just a little too
small on him, so they ought to fit him well enough. Now what is it people do at night sometimes...ah. "There are towels in the bathroom-
if you would like to take a shower."
takes the pair of pants and examines them for a moment, thinking they would fit too. "All right, thank you." He always sleeps better-
-when he's clean, so he plans on using the shower. "I'll be quick." And hopefully by that, he'll take a half-hour shower.
nods and closes the dresser drawers, then puts his back once again to Francis just to pull those pants on. Purely out of habit, really.
goes into the bathroom and closes the door behind him and removes his clothing before stepping in to take a shower. By his standards, it's-
-a quick shower, due to his not wanting to be rude and take too long. It also helps that he had washed his hair that morning, and without-
-his own hairbrush and dryer, he isn't too inclined to untie it. After drying and straightening up the bathroom lest the German flip out-
he puts on the pants that were provided, finding them only a little too big. He leaves his clothes folded on the counter, where he assumes -
they are most out of the way and walks back into Ludwig's room, turning off the bathroom light behind him.
spent the duration of Francis' shower sitting on the end of his bed, trying to figure out exactly how to work the ridiculous television-
mounted to the wall facing his bed. This was the first time he'd even looked at the thing since moving it up here after Gilbert insisted-
they needed a bigger, flatter one for the living room. He left it on the news and laid back for a moment, intending only to close his eyes-
and rub his forehead. He was still laying like that when Francis got out of the shower, an arm thrown over his face, legs hanging over the-
end of the bed, completely passed out.
glances from Ludwig to the television before walking over and leaning over him a bit, with a knee at either side of the German and pokes -
-his cheek, to see if he's really asleep.
[okay, leaning isn't the right word. whatever]
isn't much of a heavy sleeper without alcohol involved. It's more of a testament to how tired he was that Francis didn't wake him up just-
coming out of the shower. Poking him like that does it and abruptly so that he jumps a little, slightly hazy blue opening to squint up at-
Francis. "...was?"
jumps after Ludwig does, thinking the other might try to punch his lights out or something. He never knows with some people. "You can't be -
too comfortable sleeping like that." He moves to sit beside him instead.
rubs his face roughly with both hands, effectively ruining the uniformity of his hair in the process. He sits up, frowning at the-
television, then tosses the remote into Francis' lap. "I have no idea how to work that properly." Turning down the comforter and sheets, -
though, that's an extremely easy job. Far more comfortable to slip into than the way he was laying too.
looks down at the remote for a moment before picking it up to press the menu button, though his German isn't that great so he's not sure-
-what half of these shows are. "Is there something you want to watch?" He scoots back on the bed to lean against the headboard, not at all-
noticing how nice Ludwig's hair looks messed up. Okay. That's a lie.
leans up to turn the bedside lamp off then stretches out on his back, trying and failing to really give the screen his attention. It's made-
more than a little difficult by the simple fact that he rarely ever shares his bed with anyone. His brother is one thing, but...this is not-
his brother. The last two times Francis stayed over it wasn't a problem either, but the first time they were both drunk, and the second-
there was a third body hogging up most of the room. "No. I rarely watch television." More like never.
half nods and focuses on finding something that looks remotely interesting. It would help if he could make more sense out of it all. He-
-settles on the first title listed in English, recognising it as one of Alfred's less than reputable cartoons. After a moment he shifts and-
moves so he's under the covers too. From he waist down, anyway, since it would be a bit inconsiderate to pull them up to his shoulders-
when he is still sitting up.
recognizes the show only because he's seen Gilbert laughing over it downstairs enough times. "I believe there are food channels higher-
up in the numbers. Movie channels as well. But this late at night it's bound to be nothing but porn."
messes with the remote again, heading up to the higher channels. He debates for but a moment before deciding to be obnoxious and put-
-some rather bad porn on.
closes his eyes in that brief amount of time and isn't surprised at all to hear horrible, cheesy softcore porn music filtering into his room
from the television. He doesn't even bother opening his eyes to frown over that one. "I fail to see the point of latenight softcore. You-
hardly see anything worth watching."
Francis
likes
watching this shit to make fun of it when he's bored,unless it's so bad he can't handle it. He glances down at Ludwig and flicks his fringe-
"Do you have something better?" More like, will you tell me where it's at.
elbows him in the side since he couldn't catch his hand in time. "There's a box under the bed. It isn't hidden, as everyone seems to think."
laughs a bit and hops off the bed, turning on a lamp so he can pull the box out and sift through it. Judging by the cover of the DVD he-
chooses, this one will have a lot bondage and riding crops than the one airing on the television. After putting the DVD in the player,-
-he settles back in the bed and turns the lamp off, not thinking that this is potentially awkward at all.
doesn't think it's awkward at all simply because he keeps his eyes closed. The sounds are familiar; he can pick out which one Francis chose-
just by listening past the first bit of opening music. This one doesn't have a soundtrack or any cheesy plot set up. It's bondage porn, pure
and simple. And a rather good one, if he remembers correctly, the one where the man all restrained was pretty damn vocal. He shifted a bit
uncomfortably and rolled onto his side facing Francis' hip, completely determined not to watch this. If he did, there's no way he wouldn't-
get worked up and no way Francis would let him sleep if he noticed.
only glances over at Ludwig briefly before he's completely absorbed in what he's watching. So absorbed that as it progresses toward what-
-he assumes is the middle of it, his hand still hasn't strayed down to where it is needed. That's partially out of consideration, though,-
-since Ludwig is trying to sleep and there's a perfectly good bathroom right there. He'll just hold off as long as he can and quietly slip-
-out of the room. Hopefully, anyway. He reminds himself he needs to ask Ludwig where he got this later, otherwise he might want to -
borrow it indefinitely.
would love to go to sleep. The last few days have been the most trying out the entire week and worn him down. Typically he works himself to
the point of exhaustion so this feeling isn't anything new; it's slightly rewarding, knowing that the sheer amount of work he put in lately-
Ludwig
is
almost too much for his body to keep up with. Not just physical labor either - he's been known to fall asleep at his desk from time to time
as well. But tonight, no matter how he presses his face into the pillow and tries to drift off in the lavender-soap smell, it isn't-
-happening. Less than ten minutes ago he was passed out cold on the end of the bed. Porn shouldn't keep him up! ...then agian, it's likely-
just having another body on the other side of the mattress is keeping him from relaxing entirely. Especially knowing what the hands attached
to that body are capable of should he drift off too early. Eyes closed, he frowns. "Keep your hands above the covers, by the way."
shifts around a bit as he watches the television, unable to keep still. There should be a law against porn being this hot, because then -
it would be even hotter just because it's illegal. Or something. He's really glad these pants are big too, so he's not as uncomfortable-
as he would typically be. He manages to tear his gaze away for a second. "Only if you do the same. I don't want you feeling up on me-
whenever I try to sleep." He nearly snorts at his own comment.
takes this seriously, of course, and shifts his hands, lifting up the edge of his own pillow. "My hands are under my pillow. I understand-
you must be suffering severe neck and back pain under the weight of your own ego, but you cannot be narcissistic enough to think it reaches-
all the way up this high."
snickers and turns his gaze back to the tellie. "It's not being narcissistic. The moment I put my guard down your hands will be all over me-
not that I blame you for it. I know I'm had to resist."
...rolls over and faces the opposite direction just to prove otherwise.
just simply continues watching for a bit, and then decides to see what the other's reaction will be if he starts stroking himself now.
swings an elbow into his side without even looking back. He doesn't need to to know what's going on behind him. "I *said* above the covers!"
isn't sure if he's laughing or crying, but that hurts. He wheezes. "Okay, okay." He stops, waiting for the film to end before going-
to the bathroom.
absolutely has to sit up now, because no way in hell is he allowing Francis to do what he probably means to in his bathroom. "Where the hell
do you think you're going?"
freezes midstep, inwardly groaning, thinking Ludwig is going to make him hold it in. "Bathroom?"
stares at him. "Sit down. You aren't doing *that* - and do not pretend like you're going in there to take a piss - in my bathroom."
whines, though he hate to admit it, and sits. "What'd you expect? You're the one who suggested porn in the first place."
"I did not! I told you what was on television and gave you an answer when you asked if I had anything better! I never suggested you watch-
the entire thing."
"You wouldn't have told me if you didn't want me to watch. Not letting me get off is torture and violating treaties, you know."
crosses his arms and leans back against the headboard. "You'll live."
"Just because you like to blueball myself doesn't mean I should have to."
"I never have that issue because I typically refrain from getting an erection in someone else's home."
Francis
is
painfully uncomfortable now. "I'm not you. I'll use another another bathroom, okay?"
shakes his head...and is slightly appalled with himself that he has to turn his head away from Francis to avoid smirking. This shouldn't be
amusing at all...it certainly shouldn't remind him of that video, either. "I think not."
just stares at him in disbelief. "What? You wouldn't even have to listen to it." He pauses, "Unless that is what you want?"
"No. That is something you do in the privacy of your own home. ...do not be stupid."
Francis
is
going to curl up and hug his knees now, looking very undignified. Trying to just will a boner away doesn't work well for him at all.
tries to ignore him. He gets up and takes the DVD out, puts it back in the case and tosses the case back into the box under the bed. He-
picks the remote up and turns the television off, watching as the blue screen fades to gray then black, leaving them in the dark again.-
France deserves this for watching porn. He brought it on himself, really. He shouldn't have assumed Ludwig would be fine with him using his-
personal bathroom to- to-...that. And now he has to sit over there and blueball himself. Then he'll probably be up half the night whining-
and complaining about the ache. Ludwig sighs loudly, frustrated, and crosses to where Francis is sitting, planting both hands on his -
shoulders and shoving him with enough force to put him on his back. "Shut up."
isn't sitting there dying a bit on the inside and whispering apologies to his cock, nope. He tries thinking of things that would undoubtedly
be a major turn off. Fat women in bikinis, old men in speedos, Arthur (or his eyebrows, anyway), but none of that works because each time-
he thinks of that, he's reminded of those hot muscley bodies on the television, the bondage, and the sounds one of them made when a whip-
Francis
was
cracked on his back. He is about to whine quiet audibly, but then Ludwig's hands push him back and it sounds more like a surprised squeak. -
"I didn't say anything."
shoves his knees apart and jerks his pants down with no pretense. Francis earns a sharp glare as he settles on his knees, hooking his arms-
up under Francis' knees to jerk his lower half partially off the bed. "No. But I knew you were going to."
makes another surprised sound and kind of hates himself for it. It's just that he was not expecting this, is all. "What was I going to say?"
pauses less than two inches away from fixing Francis' problem and looks up at him. "Something smart. Something that would only waste time."
squirms a bit. He chooses not to say anything to that, lest Ludwig change his mind and let him suffer.
Ludwig
is
satisfied with that and rewards him properly, taking only the tip of his length into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.
Pru
has
been watching the entire thing via the trial webcams he set up in the house. He's been fapping furiously for a while now.
[/shot]
( ...ilu wtf lol )
[ilu 2 bb <3]
tries to keep his hips still but he's already far too worked up from trying *not* to be. He chokes back what would sound like a whine,-
-as he's a bit uncharacteristically impatient.
lets him move for now, more than a little aroused by the way his own throat tightens when Francis' movements shove his cock against the-
back of his throat. He works his mouth down slowly, teasing, then lets his tongue flatten against the underside, tracing the thick vein on-
the way back up. Just as he pulls back, lips touching only the tip once more, blue flick upwards and level right where he knows Prussia hid-
one of his little cameras, trying to be a perverted little sneak. And he smirks at it before going down again.
briefly wonders how Ludwig noticed his camera, but then he's reaching another nice orgasm, and forgets all about it. This is kinda fun.
reaches down to grab onto blond and tug while showing his appreciation rather loudly. Who knew someone could be so talented when he -
-went without for so long.
Ludwig
has
a touch- okay, more than a touch, but it isn't like he realizes this - of OCD. If anything is moved from the almost militarily precise-
condition his room is in, he'll notice. Even if it's something simple, like a chair pulled out a few inches farther than what he left it.-
His concentration returns to France again, pulled back into place by those encouraging noises. But they aren't loud enough yet. That just-
means he has to either try harder - which he does, by picking up the pace and switching mouth for hand now and then - or find something -
different to try.
gets much louder and tugs some more on his hair, his hips bucking occasionally. He tries to prop himself up on his other arm to watch-
-from a better view.
managed to keep quiet when Francis gets a little too far down his throat, but there's nothing he can do to stop the involuntary tightening-
around him. It happens a few times but never bad enough to really choke him. At one point he lifts his head, letting his fist take over. -
"What do you want?"
pants, trying to regulate his breathing some before speaking. "J'veux...mm, fuck me." He likes it either way, really, but he figures -
-the other wouldn't really go for the opposite.
's hand slips but lower this time, thumb sliding down and across the sensitive stretch of skin behind his balls. Silence for a moment, just-
the sound of laboured breathing and the occasional wet noise as his tongue plays over slick skin. "...and if I say no?" Clearly he hasn't-
stopped to consider the possible repercussions of this question that well, but when caught up in such a moment, knowing his nightowl of a-
brother is probably watching at the same time, conscience isn't going to win out.
moans loudly. Between that hand and tongue, Francis is in bliss. "T-then I'd fuck you," he says immediately, since there's not a question-
-in his mind, one way or another.
knows better than this This isn't quite giving in, since he forced Francis to this worked up point and technically won first, but it feels-
damn near close to that. But now he's done to Francis what Francis did to him the other night. It would make them even if he paid-
everything back in kind. Abruptly letting go, he gets to his feet and moves to dig around in the nightstand drawer.
sits up, pushing some loose strands of hair out of his face. Without the stimulation, he was able to calm his breathing a bit. Kicking off-
-the pants completely, he leans back against the headboard and watches Ludwig.
turns back from the nightstand with a bottle in his hand and frowns down at him. "What are you doing? Get up."
raises his eyebrow before standing. Apparently he's really bad at reading the other nation, because he really isn't sure what he has in mind
aside from well...sex.
just slaps the bottle into his hand and takes up the spot Francis left. Instead of leaning against headboard he stretches out on his back,-
propped up on his elbows. "You were saying?"
stares at him for a moment before crawling back on the bed, straddling Ludwig's knees so he can tug his pants down.
lifts his hips off the bed to help out, not thinking about how obnoxious France is going to get in the following weeks. He's surprised news-
of their previous night hasn't already made the rounds via text messages, emails or whatever else he uses to communicate. But what was it-
France said earlier? Something along the lines of doing what he wanted, maybe. Couldn't remember, but that was what he was doing right now.-
Exactly what he wanted.
pulls the pants off completely and discards them to the floor. He runs his hands up Ludwig's thighs and up farther, scooting up -
some so he can run his hands farther up, over Ludwig's chest, enjoying the feel of firm muscles under his hands. He nips at his chest -
while slicking down a few fingers and shifting again to nudge Ludwig's thighs apart.
shifts easily to give him more room, but he doesn't plan on staying on his back for this. It's too intimate, even if Francis keeps his head
down and eyes closed the entire time. He's comfortable for now though, content in appreciating the way Francis' hands move over him.