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Love Is An Unverified Rumor	By : mykonosparadise Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1608 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 3
- 4
Warning for this chapter: first time sex, the story is finished

A/N: tensai_gaki , I hope you enjoyed your gift, darling. And I'm terribly sorry for posting it this late.

raecat , you're the best beta I ever had. Thank you so much for everything.

- Chapter 4 -

Just when Aurora decided to reveal the new morning, Gilbert returned to their bedroom in Versailles and found Ludwig exactly where he left him.

Curled up like a sleeping child and barely covered by the heavy quilt, Ludwig was lying asleep, serenely unaware of the frisky predator that climbed onto the bed next to him.

Gilbert quietly enjoyed the view. Never before had he thought that the coldness can have its good sides, but seeing Ludwig in these warm stockings made him grow fond of winter. Fingers traveled lightly over the white stockings, tracing the curve of his calf until he reached his bent knee where he tried to slip his long fingers under the welt. The blond stirred in sleep upon sensing the tickling sensation, waking up slowly. In the meantime, Gilbert grinned mischievously and moved the other hand higher, folds of the sleepwear started slipping off the opalescent thighs.

Ludwig gave an involuntary chuckle before gently smacking his hand away.

"I wasn't aware you were ticklish…"

The younger one looked at him with something that was supposed to look like a glare but ended up resembling a drowsy look.

"Better tell me what is happening." Ludwig said and his jaw-muscles moved as he scrunched a yawn and leaned his head on the pillow again. Gilbert left the bed and got to his feet, blue eyes following him.

"The Kaiser received me with a greater show of geniality than was necessary. Rumors travel fast, you must know." He was wearing a patterned cravat and a double-breasted brown coat with a dark collar, Ludwig noticed, knee-high boots and dark breeches tucked into them.

"And?" He queried laconically as he watched Gilbert put his gloves on. The platinum-blond shrugged gave him that whimsical smile of his.

"Both Wilhelm and Bismarck practically congratulated me on nothing." Gilbert roared with laughter. "The whole palace believes we made love last night. We sure deceived them, didn't we?"

Oddly enough, he never mentioned a word about what actually happened last night. Without even knowing the reason why, it hurt the young nation. Gilbert almost sounded satisfied because they didn't make love.

"… We did." He affirmed rather despondently.

"What's wrong? I thought you would be happy. Why the long face?" The older one questioned in genuine confusion.

"I am. I am happy."

Even though the long-lasting sexual tension between them continued to simmer, Ludwig couldn't help but notice that something between them had changed.

Gilbert's nightly visits became a rare occasion. It was as though he started avoiding him, staying away from him now when he needed him and wanted him the most. There was a mysterious suspense about the whole thing and he sometimes felt a confounded pain in his chest so intense he thought he better dash to see a doctor.

He came to think that the platinum-blond avoided coming at night as a form of abstinence. A manner of silently conveying that Gilbert would wait until he felt ready to engage in intercourse. A way of protecting Ludwig from himself and his desire.

But all of this didn't help much. If anything, it only made him feel lonelier, especially in bed when he longed for Gilbert's presence. And his touches.

It was his responsibility now to inform whenever he felt ready to go further yet he was in constant confusion, reluctant to make the first step. It usually happened when they were alone that Ludwig became curiously embarrassed, his heart thumping too wildly to let him speak properly and all his plans would go awry.

But he was sure he gave him enough hints to tell that he was ready. Or at least so he thought.

He was concerned with the same subject all the time. The nights were the worst. Then he felt isolated and rejected on the large bed, and he would start touching himself at the vivid recollection of that night in Versailles, but it wasn't near enough to satisfy him. There he would lie, wide awake, staring into darkness while Gilbert was in his own room, asleep, or at least quiet. Even if he knocks, Gilbert will probably ignore him. Unlike himself, the Prussian kept his room locked.

Other difficulties diverted his attention occasionally. The political structure of the German empire had come to be dependent on Bismarck − and only Bismarck − to lead it.

The Chancellor developed the Empire's federal infrastructure. Uniform legal codes, nationalized railways, and a common bureaucracy demanded a lot of work but it helped develop Germany as a major economic power. Together with Ludwig, Bismarck struggled over Catholicism on one side and socialism on the other that threatened his authority over the Empire. **

Even though his life was now devoid of the nightly visits, the two Germans still had their ritual silent evenings spent together in a pleasurable and relaxed atmosphere when both of them were free, when they felt cozy, wallowing in a feeling of safety and drowsiness.

But even while they would lie together, Ludwig felt that he was far from being close to his goal − making love with Gilbert and finally uniting with him.

Both enjoyed in simple banalities like eating chocolate or sitting in front of the fire at leisure. It was their own oasis of peace where the time slowed to a stop and they spent hours in pleasant silence, sprawled comfortably over a fur throw, basking in the warmth of the fireplace.

Gilbert was on his back, closer to the hot bars, Ludwig lying on his belly and leaning on an elbow with his cheek propped on the hand, reading a book. Gilbert would reach over his head from time to time to take pralines from a chocolate box that stood humbly on the carpet, but by the time he unwrapped them the chocolate candies would start to melt due to the intense warmth of the bedroom. Then he carelessly tossed the paper into the hearth before it curved under the torturing flame and the flickers of the fire reflected in the brass knobs of the grate.

Ludwig tried to peruse the content of the book while his fingers absently played with the plush fabric of the fur throw, feeling its soft and luxury texture, but it took him a whole hour to finish two pages. He switched his gaze to Gilbert's hand that was blindly searching through the box for another candy, and since it was quite easy for him to see it, he reached for the last praline with a smile and placed it into Gilbert's palm.

"Once upon a time," he said softly," I fell in love with a man just because he could eat a whole box of chocolate alone."

The older nation laughed and pulled him down into a kiss. He felt the rich, sweet flavor of chocolate on Gilbert's tongue and realized how arousing the taste was on him before they broke apart.

"I'm bored…" The platinum-blond complained after some time.

"Read with me." Ludwig suggested as he turned over a page.

"I prefer writing over reading." He flipped onto his stomach as well.

This piqued Ludwig's interest, and a question immediately appeared in his mind.

"Gilbert? I never asked you why you write journals." He felt Gilbert's hand on his back caressing him voluptuously.

"I merely wanted to preserve the buoyant and cheerful days of history and protect them from oblivion. Or else Regnitz will drift all those happy days to Main, Main into Rhine, and Rhine to who knows where, and they will never return again. Just like our youth."

Gilbert's fingers started drawing wavy lines over Ludwig's clothed back lazily and he gave a soft mewl of zest, forgetting about questions, reading and everything else. A peculiar feeling of elation engulfed him entirely as he felt the hand on the back of his head, stroking his hair, and the remnants of his interest for the book disappeared altogether. His fate was sealed after a gentle stroke on his neck so he pushed the book aside and leaned his head onto his hands, improvising a pillow, blue eyes closed in blissful contentment.

He considered his future course of action.

The moment seemed perfect, but should he really cross the Rubicon?

With sudden resolution, he decided it was now or never − the matter should be settled on the spot.

He rolled onto his back − the fur prickled his back pleasantly − and scooted over to the platinum-blond again.

"Gilbert, we are alone now…" He started slowly, insecurely, "Is there anything… that you want to do with me?"

Scarlet eyes observed him lovingly, almost innocently.

"I want to look at you for at least a thousand years. Just watch you like this forever."

"That's not enough for me." Ludwig countered quietly but with enough determination to let the other know he was serious.

"For me neither." Gilbert agreed with a sigh yet he didn't say more and the blond was forced to lead the subject to another direction. He laced their fingers together briefly and brought the older one's hand towards his body again, lower, under his white shirt.

"Gilbert… you're a man. You can take what you want…"

His fingers were cold as always, but his hand stayed limp, showing no sexual interest whatsoever.

"I've always had it easy." The Prussian started suddenly, "I conquered. I often won. But it seems like I will experience my true first defeat with you."

He withdrew his hand and the blond let him.

"Why?" Ludwig was beyond confused and revealing it openly.

"I don't know…" The older nation confessed, "I'm not sure how to handle you. I'm afraid."

"Afraid?"

He nodded.

They lay in silence, the longest silence that had ever passed between them.

"If you turn your back to me, it will be very hard." The words came out as a mere whisper when Gilbert finally spoke.

"I won't. Never. We are united by a sacred oath. The marriage of Prussia and Germany." Ludwig assured wholeheartedly with the same devotion he showed when he first swore allegiance to the older nation.

This time Gilbert did not grin. He smiled.

The unfaltering smile remained in place as their lips met again. But the kiss ended too soon for Ludwig's liking and they broke apart. He vacillated for few moments but chose to repeat his point.

"You can have me… if you want me." He managed to say after a few false starts.

"I would love that." Gilbert pecked him on the lips once. "But let us drop the matter for now."

Before he could even nod in response, the scarlet-eyed man leaned on his abdomen and settled his head there leniently as he used him as his personal pillow. In a wave of love he felt for the nation who was lying there, he threaded his fingers through the platinum-blond locks and watched how the orange glow of the fire fell on the handsome features.

"Gilbert?" He called softly, but the man was already sound asleep.

They lay on the fur throw for a long time, and when the candles finally started to sputter, Ludwig was already asleep as well.

"Prussia. Please." Bismarck waved him into the armchair, having expected his arrival.

"I am here for business purposes." The nation smirked without sitting down, causing the Chancellor to raise an eyebrow.

"How can I help you?"

"Do you remember the emollient we used after horse-riding some time ago? The substance has an exceptional soothing effect on the skin."

Bismarck nodded without a single question.

"I need it again. I was asking myself whether you could…" He trailed off.

"Of course. I cannot afford myself to fall out of your favor, can I?" With a kind smile, the man went to unlock one of his drawers to fetch the needed item while Prussia inspected the huge maps on the wall to entertain himself.

Bismarck returned not long after, handing him the desired lubricant.

"Out of curiosity," The man began while watching his nation hide the bottle in the safety of his pocket, "What do you need it for?"

"I'm going for a venery."***Prussia flashed him a mysterious grin, and with a thankful pat on the shoulder, he disappeared.

"Isn't it too dark for a hunt?" The Chancellor remembered short after Prussia left his room.

Someone entered his bedroom, but Ludwig didn't lift his gaze. He knew it was Gilbert − he was there only half an hour ago.

Oblivious to the lack of noise, he kept his eyes on the book until the unmistakable sound of the door being locked interrupted the silence of the room.

Ludwig tore his gaze from the text after a few seconds and glanced up.

The platinum-blond stood in front of the mahogany desk with his breeches unbuttoned. Blue eyes immediately fell onto his erect member.

He swallowed first, then instinctively licked his lips before standing up promptly.

"What do you want with that?" The blond asked too breathlessly for his own taste, but he couldn't fight the excitement building up in his chest. He was putty in Gilbert's hands.

"What would you like me to do with it?" The older nation asked provocatively, scarlet eyes ablaze with lust.

Ludwig bit the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from the sudden urge to grin.

"Put it back where it belongs. Into your trousers."

They were setting the stage for something he awaited so eagerly and this part of foreplay worked as an effective titillation.

"Oh?" Gilbert teased as he circled the table slowly. The blond seemed ready. "I think there is another place where it belongs…"

And how ready he was.

Gilbert pulled him closer and the younger one responded with a kiss, tacitly agreeing to the love game.

The Prussian smirked at the sight of Ludwig's bed, all spick and span as usual, but he planned on changing that in the near future while he led them towards it, their clothes falling off like autumn-leaves.

Gilbert let him be in charge and allowed him to experiment for a while. He didn't regret it.

Ludwig's wet lips ghosted over Gilbert's neck, hands traveling over the strong torso he loved to explore, kissing and caressing, worshiping each scar he found on the pale skin. The older blond opened his secret bottle meanwhile, filled with liquid gold that he knew would make the penetration all the more delicious.

The young nation kissed across his jaw before licking his earlobe and breathing softly into his ear as he pressed their naked bodies together, demonstrating what he had learned at the night of the unification.

"As much as I love this position," The Prussian chuckled huskily, "I must prepare you for what is coming." Nimble hands grabbed the firm young bottom and squeezed. Ludwig leaned into the touch wantonly.

"Is this what you want?" He switched their positions.

"Yes." The teen almost moaned, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed over, slightly unfocused.

"Ludwig?" He warned, offering the last chance for retreat.

"There is no pleasure without pain…" He cupped Gilbert's cheeks and kissed him, his hands spontaneously slid down, tracing his jaw line and Adam's apple, lower onto the torso again.

Gilbert surprised him as he started working his shaft in sliding motions, introducing him to the slick, smooth, scintillating lubricant that possessed a plethora of benefits compared to the oil. They parted and Ludwig gasped for breath, wondering how Gilbert became skilled in such sexual mastery he wanted to achieve soon as well.

Sure in his experience and ability, Gilbert knew he is doing the right things as Ludwig relaxed and gave in, melted against his own body. His other hand resumed caressing the adolescent - lightly and teasingly - over the tensed muscles and soft skin of his inner thighs and the young nation released a purr, opening up completely.

He felt goose bumps on Ludwig's skin as his lips connected with his neck, nipping at the pulse − bites were for pleasure rather than assertion of power. His wandering hand slipped down, dared more, heated skin burned against his fingertips before he ran a single finger lower, asking for permission.

The blond got used to the intrusion quickly. Soon, the two slicked fingers weren't a problem either, going in and out smoothly and he started to enjoy − less in the preparation, more in other touches that stimulated him and kept him hard. Gilbert's palm pressed against his skin, massaging him soothingly, then skimming along the delicate skin of his thigh, varying between the passionate and light touches and kisses.

Gilbert thrust his fingers deeper in a spark of impatience, receiving a small sigh in return and he bit his lip. He could do better than that.

Scissoring his fingers carefully, he added another one and stretched him until the blond let a noise of discomfort pass his lips. He pressed a deft kiss below his navel in apology, taking his mind off the pain. Ludwig slid his hands into the platinum-blond locks and tugged cautiously.

"Enough…"

The older one obediently complied.

It was almost time.

Gilbert's thick shaft was glistening with lube, he was positioned and ready. They shared a look and he began moving then, slow as a tortoise. A strangled gasp caught in Ludwig's throat as Gilbert filled him, instinctively writhing in an attempt to pull away from the painful sensation. The blond pressed a palm against the pale chest, stealing time.

"Relax…" Gilbert advised, albeit breathily, "I'm not going to move until you're ready."

It hurt.

The younger German sank his teeth into his bottom lip, trying his best to keep all the moans in.

"Does it hurt too much?" The Prussian asked helplessly.

Ludwig didn't want to say yes. But he couldn't say no either.

What to do? What to do?

He agreed to this, he wanted this. He couldn't stop now.

Gilbert's second attempt wasn't successful either.

It hurt as he went in, the blond tensed in protest at the burning pain as he was stretched, and soon he couldn't fight anymore, the feeling was unbearable. He let out a sudden cry, a broken version of Gilbert's name and the nation above almost winced, immediately stopping for few moments. But the warmness proved too tempting and he slid inside entirely, Ludwig's arms wrapped around his torso tightly.

"G… Gilbert? Is it over yet…?" He panted through throes of pain and the older nation couldn't get over the tingling pain of his failure as a lover.

"No… I mean— Yes, I'm inside, but it isn't over yet…" Now he didn't even know if he could finish his task. He felt trapped.

He started out with cautious movements, tantalizingly slow while the blond still fought against the unusually painful feeling. Gilbert kept the pace for at least few minutes like that, but he didn't see any results on Ludwig who lay there motionlessly, member softening, and guiltiness tortured him because his own body enjoyed.

A drop of sweat trickled down his temple as he watched the teen, unwavering expression of concentration on Ludwig's face as he continued to drive into him and he knew that the blond was trying to reach his orgasm but couldn't.

His pace lost on speed gradually and he started to think frantically. Wasn't there anything to make the experience more pleasurable for Ludwig? Or at least painless? The younger nation wasn't complaining and he couldn't help thinking that he was enduring the pain only because of him. Though he felt flattered, he was ashamed at the same time.

He knew he will have to insist on anal intercourse until the pain disappears, but for now he will have to find another way to trick Ludwig's body. The Prussian then remembered something. His hands closed around the blonde's upper thighs, just below his crotch, and he pulled along that erogenous zone with his thumbs. Tracing out slow lines along the smooth skin of his perineum seemed to belittle his pain.

Gilbert reached for a smaller pillow above Ludwig's head and lifted him as he slipped the soft cushion under his back, leaving the blond confused for a second.

With an energetic sigh, Gilbert changed his angle of thrusts experimentally and his caprice proved to be more than successful.

"Ah! What— Ah!" Ludwig grabbed his wrists, eyes widened in shock. Again, Gilbert rammed his sword deep into the blond in a series of thrusts, directly massaging his prostate and Ludwig gasped, losing focus from the sheer pleasure assaulting his senses.

Setting a steady pace and taking advantage of the blonde's erogenous zone had its effects—Gilbert watched how the blonde's shaft hardened again, leaking with pre-come, head falling onto the pillows again as Ludwig released him, muscles tightening around the abdomen area as he experienced a pleasurable wave of tingling sensations in all parts of his body, chest heaving.

Gilbert was more than pleased with the changes, thankful that the younger nation got accustomed to the penetration. His speed was steadily growing now.

Scarlet eyes followed every change in expression as he developed a voracious appetite for Ludwig's sighs, hungry for his cries of pleasure.

"Faster, please faster…" Ludwig begged in hearty enjoyment, fingers flexing into the soft fabric of the quilt.

Gilbert bit back a groan as he savored in the superb view.

He managed to enhance the blonde's sexual satisfaction by dint of technique only, and the thought alone engulfed him with pleasure. The sight of his partner's enjoyment mirroring his own as a result of his skill and ability reflected his Narcissus-like tendencies. Yet the strongest effect on him was the idea that he was making love to Germany, their bodies finally connected. Ludwig darted up to wrap his arms around the older one's neck and kissed him soundly, their kisses changed to being more aggressive, their bodies pressed together to the point where Gilbert couldn't reach any deeper. The former knight continued to roll his hips into the blond until his movements became almost frantic but Ludwig's delight reached its sweetest climax before him and he followed quickly, swallowing the blonde's moan.

He rode out his orgasm slowly while Ludwig panted softly, completely spent and exhausted.

He lay there, catching his breath for a good minute while Gilbert fetched a cloth, cleaning them up in lazy strokes.

"Once you're older," He began as he brushed along the blonde's inner thigh, "maybe I will let you top too." He grinned but his words sounded sincere. Ludwig smiled at the thought of an egalitarian relationship, and after the Prussian laid himself down onto his side he titled his chin up to reach his lips. Gilbert brought his hand up and kept it entangled in the blond hair, changing the angle of the kiss, his other arm draped tiredly around the younger nation.

Gilbert pulled at the blankets to cover them as their bodies started to cool down and Ludwig rested his head against the platinum-blonde's chest, a tiny smile adored his features until Morpheus lulled him into a soft slumber. ****

- The End -

(Boring) Notes:

* Aurora - in Roman mythology, the goddess of the dawn

** "Kulturkampf (literally, 'culture struggle') - refers to German policies in relation to secularity and the influence of the Roman Catholic Church."

*** note the ambiguity - venery: 1. hunting 2. pursuit of sexual pleasure

**** Morpheus - in classical mythology, the god of dreams and sleep

A/N: That's it. This is the end. Thank you for the comments and for reading, and if you enjoyed in the story half as much as I did in writing then it's good. I'm glad I finished this but also sorry for making you wait for the last part. Love ya all, fellow Germancest shippers!
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