Trainings camp! (+18 and only for N.Italy)

The words barely registered in Feliciano's mind, beginning to reach the point of no return once again.

He felt like he was on fire, face completely flushed from the heat rushing through his veins.

His lungs constricted, panting as air was burned away need.

He was hard, and every slight movement he made only made it ridiculously harder to stay focused, erection rubbing against the fabric of his clothes.

He even felt weak, legs wobbling as he struggled just to remain standing.

He was hopelessly lost.

"L-Ludwig...b-but...h-how long w-will that be...?" The Italian tried to keep his voice under control but his effort was in vain, whispers mangled by every ragged pant. He stared up at the Germany, mouth hanging open as he struggled to breath normally. "N-nngh...L-Ludwig, please..." Felicano rubbed himself more urgently against the German's thigh, making a final attempt. "P-Please..."

"It wont take that long anymore, I am sure..." No, Feliciano had to learn to be patient and behave himself in public. And it couldn't be that bad, right? Ludwig knew it was possible to keep lust and sexual urges under control, he had done it multiple times before he had the Italian as lover. He was sure the smaller man would be able to keep himself together a little bit longer. The other one just had to force himself to cool down.

Ludwig took Feliciano by the shoulders and pushed him carefully back, away from his own body. "Nein! Not here and not now!" The blond's face showed off a stern expression, making sure that the other one got that he meant it serious. Enough affections were shown and shared at his parking lot. Feliciano's satisfaction had to wait until at least the car was fixed and a more suitable place was found.

Feliciano was past hearing Ludwig's reasoning. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew Ludwig was probably right, and knew he should try to listen to the man's words and take his promise to heart...but the rest of him was on fire. He wasn't as strong as Ludwig, and couldn't as easily scrounge up the willpower to ignore his need. Especially not now, when a weekend alone was staring him in the face.

The Italian head hung limp, brows furrowed as he stared at the ground, trying desperately to catch his breath. Ludwig's hands felt like lead weights on his shoulder, but the contact only caused shivers; thoughts of what else those hand could be touching ran rampant in his mind, completely lost in fantasy.

"L-Ludwig...non posso..."

He reached up with a hand tentatively, grasping that single curly strand with his fingertips, letting out a soft gasp.

"Non posso...a-ah, non voglio a-aspettare...!" He curled the hair around his finger, gasping more as he began to tug, only wishing that it was Ludwig doing the tugging, and Ludwig's hands on his chest, drawing across his skin...

Fueled by his imagination, Feliciano's gasps turned to moans, panting open-mouthed as he continued to tug, free hand wandering down to his painfully hardened erection, palming himself through the fabric of his pants. "A-aah...L-Ludwig...!"

Ludwig's stern expression suddenly turned into a plain one, almost taken of guard. What the hell was Feliciano doing all of the sudden? What was he thinking? Pleasuring himself? In a public place like this? Well, they were still alone right now, but still. Time was running up and the threat of someone appearing here was becoming more possible with every minute as they were still waiting for the team to come and look after the car. The tall blond couldn't believe what he saw, the noises his lover made, shameless and out of his mind. Not at all realizing what was going on around him. How far can you be lost in lust to stop caring?

"Feli... ciano, C'Mon..." Ludwig was not sure what to do know. Yelling at the smaller man? Lecturing him? That would not help at all. Ludwig knew it. Feliciano's fail at controlling himself would not just be forced down by harsh words, especially not in the terms of sexuality. It seems painfully obvious that there wouldn't be another way to solve this problem then to give in now.

Ludwig's hand was on Feliciano's arm, pulling it to twirl him around, forcing the Italian against the car his hands onto the hood. The taller man stood behind his lover, pushing his knee between Feliciano's legs, forcing them apart. "Keep yourself silent!" Ludwig's words sound demanding, just like he used to talk during training, making sure the other one could hear him through his muddled mind as he held one arm firmly around his lovers slender waist, the other hand sliding into the others pants, finding the obvious need and got hold onto his throbbing erection..

The word barely had enough time to pull the Italian out of his fantasy, spun around before he could prepare himself for what was to come. "A-ah!" The first very touch left Feliciano gasping, already so dangerously close to falling over the edge. A hand flew to his mouth, trying to cover his desperate moans--if anything, at least the German's command had cemented itself in his fogged mind.

Feliciano whined, longing for more motion; Ludwig's arm around his waist prevented him from moving himself. "L-Ludwig...p-per favore...!" He bit down on his fingers, moans only increasing as he hit his limit, still burning from need. Fingers curled on the hood and his body trembled, saliva already dripping down his chin from panting. "P-Please...!"

"I said stay SILENT!" Ludwig's voice rose slightly in annoyance as Feliciano kept begging hence the German had his fingers already wrapped around his lovers fully hard need. He didn't bother pulling the Italians pants down, just flipping open the button and fumbling the zipper down to free his erection. Ludwig knew his partner well enough by now to know that he was already nearing his peak close and the German was determined to finish it fast.

Pale lips closed around Feliciano's curl, sucking it into a warm mouth, twirling it around a nimble tongue to add even more sensation as Ludwig's hand started to move, stroking the others shaft in a strong, merciless pace. "Hurry up with it!" He hissed lowly, breathing hot along Feliciano's erogenous hair curl, knowing very well that it would drive the smaller man into ecstasy.

The Italian was too far gone to last long.

And with the the rough way Ludwig was taking him, there was no way the brunet could hold on.

Trembles of pleasure shot down his spine the more Ludwig stroked and sucked. He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head against the pleasure and the abuse of his curl, gasping desperately as he neared his peak much too quickly.

Another hand went to his mouth, a final attempt to keep himself together, but it was in vain. Feliciano's body stiffened, choking back a gasp as he came under Ludwig's touches, more violent trembles running through his body before his legs gave out. He hung limp in Ludwig's hold, collapsing against the car as he panted.

Ludwig's hold around Feliciano's waist tightened as he felt the other go limp in the aftermath of the orgasm, preventing him from falling onto the hood of the German's precious car. Sill holding his lovers softening length the tall blond let him catch his breath before he let go and pulled him back with a strong, swiftly move, making the Italian stand on his own feet.

"You are lucky you finished it fast." Ludwig spoke low and turned Feliciano around, leaning him against the car to close the others pants and arrange his clothes back into normality. "I wouldn't have want you to act like a needy moron once the repair team comes and fix the car." And that was even hypocrite considering the way the German had act himself just a while ago in the car itself. Ludwig sighed and shove his lover over to the car, making him taking a seat at the backseat. "Wait here. I have to clean the mess on the hood."

With that he left his lover and fumbled in his pocket, searching for a napkin to wipe Feliciano's release off of the shiny red lacquer of the hood.

Feliciano was in a daze, letting Ludwig fuss over him, leaning heavily against the car as he continued to catch his breath, watching Ludwig absently. "M-Mi dispiace..." Even with his thoughts hazy, he knew a scolding when he heard one. He didn't have much energy to flinch, though, so he let the man continue, flopping down heavily in the back seat as he was pushed inside the car.

The Italian leaned against the door, resting his head against the window as he watched Ludwig finish outside, still feeling a bit melancholic about the upcoming weekend. Well, Ludwig said they could still spend time together, even if they couldn't spend the nights together...so, maybe it wouldn't be all bad?

The brunet let out a small sigh, pouting a bit as he closed his eyes. He still thought it was silly, though! Why did it matter if they spent the night together, anyway...

Feliciano drifted off to sleep before he could even finish dwelling on the thought.

A frown was always present on Ludwig's forehead as he thoroughly cleaned up the hood. Maybe it had been a wrong decision....? Feliciano was really not a man of strong self control. But it was still really hard for the German to handle his Italian friend, even if he was his lover now. With a sigh he finished his cleaning and went to the next recycle bin to throw away the napkin.

Just as Ludwig came back to the car and found Feliciano sleeping on his spot on the backseat he saw the car repair service team arrive. he ordered them to work as silent and fast as possible. Feliciano should not wake up and the fixing of the car didn't take long. Which was actually a good thing since they were already way to late for the meeting. it was just one little thing that needed to be changed, but still enough to kill the car for hours.

Once the team was gone and paid for their work Ludwig could continue their way to the meeting. he half opened the window to get the smell of sex out of the car during the drive but he let the Italian sleep on the backseat. Ludwig had dealt enough with him for today.

But his blue eyes still snuck a glance into the little mirror to catch a sight of his peacefully sleeping lover.

By day two, Feliciano didn't know what to do with himself anymore.

It had only been two days! It wasn't like he didn't get to see Ludwig at all; he saw him all the time at the meetings! But there was no way that seeing him at the meetings could make up for seeing him the way he had been seeing him for the past months!

They didn't even get to sit next to each other; instead, he was stuck between his brother and Antionio, only able to listen to Ludwig's booming voice from afar, absentmindedly doodling on his reports as Lovino and Antonio bickered (well, it was mostly Lovi angrily whispering at the Spainard, but stiil!).

And it wasn't like Ludwig didn't keep his promise he made on there way up to the meeting; they got to eat together, which was really nice, and Feliciano really liked it! But...it wasn't the same! Even if it was wonderful to be able to talk to his lover after long meetings full of arguments and stress, it could never replace those peaceful, private meals at home. And he couldn't even give Ludwig any hugs and kisses, because there was always someone around! Well, except for the few that he would steal here and there, but it still wasn't the same!

Feliciano ambled out of his bathroom after a long shower and plopped down on his bed, naked and hair still dripping wet. This wasn't fun at all, it was just like he thought it would be!

Sure, he still got to see Ludwig and everything...but whenever it became nighttime, everything just seemed so much worse! Without Ludwig there next to him, it was really hard to sleep; he was so used to having Ludwig's warmth and feeling his arms around him, keeping him safe. But without him...without him he couldn't sleep at all! And it was even harder knowing that he was just in the next room!

Any conviction had long died; the Italian sighed and whimpered and pouted, burying his face into the pillows and kicking his feet against the bed. This wasn't fun at all! It wasn't fair! Ludwig was too stubborn!

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...and it's so appropriately on a new page! *tosses life back into the Camp*

The meeting was going quite well. Ludwig was prepared and most of the nations were behaving themselves. The blond had expected worse. It was just one more day and tomorrow evening they would go home and rest. Though Ludwig had always work to do. But his own bed in his own house was way more comfortable then the beds here in the hotel. Not only because at home he had Feliciano's warm frame sleeping next to him. Mostly that, yes. But being at home was better in general than being here.

Ludwig fumbled in the pocket out his jacket for the key for his room. It was not that late, but the blond felt already tired. He had focused the whole day and his nerves were strained. He would just take a shower and then get Feliciano down for dinner. He had promised it. Even if Ludwig felt more like sleeping now. he still looked forwards to have dinner with his lover.

He unlocked the door to his room and walked in, dropping his jacket onto the bed as he walked by. Ludwig made his way to the bathroom area of his room and flipped the buttons of his shirt open while he entered it. Just a relaxing shower, food and then sleep. That is all he wanted for this evening. And then he could survive the next day and make the best out of it.

It took a long time for the Italian to convince himself that he would have to cheer up; if he was upset, then Ludwig would probably get stressed and scold him again for acting silly, and then dinner wouldn't be fun, and that was the only time he really got to spend with Ludwig during this whole meeting since Ludwig had to be silly and book different hotel rooms! But eventually, he managed to brighten up a bit--if only to convince himself to get off his bed and get dressed for dinner. He only had so much time to spend with Ludwig, so he shouldn't be wasting it!

Feliciano shuffled back into the bathroom, properly drying off his hair and body so he could get dressed, brushing his hair and putting on some nice clothes. Maybe they could go to a nice restaurant--at least the hotel was near good food! And he could have pasta, and he would get to see Ludwig, and then he would feel much better!

He had to keep repeating this to himself to keep himself from pouting more, and for the most part, it worked. He would get to see Ludwig, so why pout? It would be fine!

The Italian sighed, his pick-me-up speech to himself faltering a bit. He still wouldn't get to sleep next to Ludwig though, and he would still have to go through the meeting without Ludwig the next day! It was only for one more day, but still! If Ludwig wasn't so stubborn!

The brunet finished getting dressed, albeit sulkily, mind filled with horror scenarios once again. This wasn't fair at all...

Ludwig adjusted his collar and stroke a few minor crinkles out of his shirt as he left his room and locked the door behind himself. He just had to turn and take three steps to the left and he was already standing in front of the door to Feliciano's room. it was located right between his own and Kiku's room. The rooms in this hotel were not huge, but they were comfortable. The rooms served their function and Ludwig didn't really need more. It was just for one more night anyways.

He stroke one more time over his hair to make sure that it was neatly slicked back against his head before Ludwig reached over and gave a few knocks against Feliciano's door. The blond really hoped his lover would be ready for dinner. He didn't feel like waiting and wasting time this way. Even if Ludwig was refreshed by his shower he still felt tired and all he now really wanted was a good meal and a restful night.

"Feliciano?" Ludwig called through the still closed door. He already knew that the surface of the door was thin enough for the Italian to hear him anyways. "Are you ready for dinner? I am here to pick you up."

Any thoughts of horror and spirals of scenarios where he would never get to sleep with Ludwig again immediately dissipated as soon as Feliciano heard a knock at his door; Ludwig was here!

"Just a sec, ve~" The Italian did a quick check in the mirror, fixing his hair and his shirt (his tie and suit had long been shoved back into the closet as soon as the meeting had ended; no reason to keep looking so stiff!) before trotting out of the bathroom and to the door, grabbing his shoes and slipping them on while he hopped toward the door.

"Ludwig!" The Italian smiled brightly, happy to see that the person at the door was actually the person he wanted to see! He tossed his arms around the German's neck, giving him a tight hug. "Eh heh heh, I missed you! Ve, are you ready? Are we going to eat now? Where does Ludwig want to eat? I want pasta! Ah, but whatever Ludwig wants is probably good too! There's a lot of good restaurants around here, anyways!"

"You want to go out for dinner?" Ludwig hugged one arm around Feliciano's waist to hold him and give him support in balance while he turned his head to the left and the right side, glancing down the hallway to check if anyone would notice them here. There didn't seem to be anyone else here right now so he gently dragged his lover back into his room and closed the door behind them.

"I thought we could just stay in the hotel and eat in the restaurant here." Ludwig's second arm wrapped also around Feliciano's waist and the blond returned the hug now that they were alone. Ludwig would lie if he would say that he didn't miss the closeness and affection he used to share with the Italian. It had become natural to hug, kiss and love him. Now that they were separated it was like this part was really missing and Ludwig felt rather uncomfortable because of that.

Ludwig loosened his hold a little bit but kept his arms around his lover. "I feel tired and don't want to go out now." His shoulders dropped a bit and he leaned his forehead against Feliciano's with a sigh, closing his eyes. "If you want Pasta, I am sure the restaurant here will have it."

"Ve, we don't have to go out if Ludwig doesn't want to! I don't mind eating in, as long as there's pasta! And I'm sure this hotel is nice enough to have some good pasta!" Despite his excitement for pasta, Feliciano couldn't help but furrow his brow at the German's statement; his hands immediately went to the blond's cheeks, fingers gently brushing against his skin as the Italian checked the others temperature.

"Ludwig works too hard! The meeting is going really well, but still, Ludwig should take a break so he's not so tired!" He moved his hands down the German's neck, starting to rub his tense shoulders a bit. Hopefully Ludwig wouldn't overwork himself the last day as well, but at least they would be home soon, and Feliciano wouldn't have to worry as much.

...Well, Ludwig worked too hard at home too, but at least he could try to make him feel better!

"We can get room service, then! If Ludwig doesn't want to go out. Then they'll bring the food right to us! Isn't that nice?" Feliciano moved his hands across Ludwig's shoulder, working all the kinks out of his muscles, tilting his head up and stealing a small kiss.

Ludwig could feel his body relaxing under Feliciano's gently touch. The tension he had build up during th day started to slip away and Ludwig caught himself regretting that he had ordered different rooms for his lover and himself. The other's soft smile was missing and also the physical warmth in bed he had gotten used to.

The blond kept his eyes closed and his hands lightly rested on Feliciano's waist while he pondered the possibilities for dinner. He still didn't want to leave the hotel and search for a restaurant in town, so there was the hotel restaurant left and the room service that the other had mentioned.

The hotel restaurant would mean that they had to eat in public. That was not much of a problem, he had eaten out with Feliciano before. Nobody would think something weird. But it was most likely that the other nations would be there too. And Ludwig had dealt with them all day long. He totally didn't feel like having them around him during dinner.

So there was room-service. He could stay here and have dinner all alone with his lover. Nobody would know he was in a room that wasn't his own. Only the guy who would deliver the food. But that one could asked to keep it private. Or he wouldn't know who was with Feliciano when the Italian himself would answer the door and take the food from him.

"Room-service sounds good to me." Ludwig spoke calm, still leaning his head on Feliciano's, allowing him to massage his shoulders. Maybe his lover was right. Ludwig should take more breaks. He would try to get a few days off once this meeting and the after work like protocols was done.

"Ah! Room service sounds good, then!" The Italian couldn't stop the smile that spread across his cheeks anymore than he could deny that he was happy the German had opted for room service; if they didn't have to go out, then he could spend more time with Ludwig! Besides, it was kinda fun getting room service, and he was sure the food would be good! It was a fancy hotel, after all!

His hands traveled back across the others shoulders slowly, fingers still firmly pressing and massaging Ludwig's muscles, working up to gently massage at his neck. "Hmm~ Then does Ludwig want to call? Or I can call! What does Ludwig want? Do you think the have wurst too? I hope they have some good pasta! And if not pasta, at least pizza!"

After he was sure that he had thoroughly massaged the German's neck and shoulders, he reached around his chest to trail his fingers slowly and firmly down the other's spine, massaging his back slightly without having to give up his hug. Hopefully Ludwig would let the Italian give him a proper massage later; he was really too tense for Feliciano's liking. "And we can order dessert and wine, too! I'm sure they have some good cakes, or something! Ludwig should relax!"

Ludwig allowed his lover to massage him more, holding him a bit longer until he spoke. "I'd like salad. With meat. Maybe a steak." He took a deep breath and finally let go of the other, tensing up again. "And chocolate pudding for dessert."

The blond wriggled lightly, struggling out of Feliciano's hug. He was here for dinner and not for massages or hugs. "This is your room, so I think you should call and order the food." He walked the few steps to the bed and took a seat on the edge of it. Was there even enough room here for them both to eat together? The blond observed the room and decided that they possibly could eat at the desk. Even if there was only one chair. They could still move the desk and sit on the bed to eat.

"You should order beer too. Or wine for yourself. Whatever goes with your order."

Of course the Italian was a little disappointed when the hugging stopped, but the prospect of food was more than enough to thoroughly distract him from not having the German's arms around him anymore. "Okay! Salad and steak, and beer and pudding! I'll order it now so it comes soon!" Feliciano skipped away to the phone and the room-service menu, flipping through it quickly to see what they offered.

Ah! It turned out they did have pasta! And Ludwig's steak as well! And even the wines looked wonderful--it really was a wonderful hotel! The Italian punched in the number for room service, waiting for a moment for someone to pick up. He almost physically bounced when someone did, relaying their order to the man on the phone, making sure to get beer for Ludwig and wine for himself, and a big enough desert that they could share.

He hung up the phone and hurried back to the bed, smiling at Ludwig. "They said that the food should be ready in twenty or thirty minutes! They're really fast, ve~" Feliciano wrapped his arms around Ludwig's neck, almost determined to get enough hugs during dinner to last him through the night.

"Thirty minutes?" Ludwig frowned. That seemed long for a meal to get done. But in every other restaurant they would have to wait as long as that. And since they didn't have to go out they saved the time of the way to the restaurant. So the half hour wait didn't seem that bad.

Ludwig stiffened his body once Feliciano's arms were draped around his neck again. He didn't want to loose his balance from the force of the hug. "I think we need to move the desk so we can use it as table." Ludwig wrapped one arm around his lover's waist to support him but kept his focus on the organization of their upcoming meal. "We can carry it over here so we can sit on the bed and have the plates on the desk." He nodded to himself, proud of the fact that he had found a solution for the problem of having a two-persons dinner in a single room.

And now they didn't even save only the way to a restaurant. No, Ludwig would even be back in his room sooner since it was just the room next to the one he was in now. He could and would just leave after dinner and was able to get rest soon without the need to walk back to the hotel.

The Italian looked at the desk Ludwig was pointing at, arms still tightly around the German. "We could move it~ Ludwig has good ideas!"

But his focus only wandered to the matter of the desk for a moment; the Italian wiggled out of the German's hold and up onto his knees, scooting behind the blond and resting his hands on his shoulder, starting to rub them again. Ludwig still felt too stiff for his liking; that, and the German always worked too hard, especially at meetings like this! Feliciano would make sure that the man didn't leave before all the tension left his body! Oh, and that he got some hugs and maybe even some kisses, too!

"Ve, thirty minutes isn't that long though~ That just means the food should be even better!" His fingers pressed against the man's neck gently, trailing down to his shoulders, thumbs massaging little circles into his skin. "It takes a while to make really good food! Ah, but I'm hungry, so I hope they get here soon!"

"Yes. Good food takes a while to make." Ludwig agreed to what his lover had said. "And I pay good for it, so they better make sure the food is worth the wait and money."

Feliciano's hands and nimble finger were on Ludwig's skin once again, pressing against his tense muscles through the fabric of his shirt. The blond left out a long sigh, leaning lightly back against the smaller frame of the other man. His Italian partner knew way to good how he could help the blond to relax. "Hgn..." Ludwig let out a strangled, but pleased noise. He kind of wished his room would have a bathtub instead of just a shower cabin. A hot bubble bath would be just perfect to end this busy and stressful day. But right now Feliciano's touch was helping as good.

"I think you are right. I need to take a few days off. They called me out of my free time anyways. So I think it is just fair that I continue my week off once we went home tomorrow." The blond closed his eyes and let his shoulders hang loose. He was used to work hard, but even a hard worker like him needed some free time to relax. Maybe even vacation. That did sound so good right now.

The Italian was pleased that Ludwig wasn't fighting him--it was so rare that he was able to convince the German to relax! Although the realization only made Feliciano's brow furrow; if Ludwig was actually letting himself relax for once, he must of been more tired than Feliciano had thought.

"A vacation would be good, right? Ludwig never takes enough breaks! If you keep working all the time you'll get sick, Ludwig, and then you wouldn't be able to spend time with me or work!" He couldn't help but huff and pout a bit, letting his hands drift from Ludwig's shoulder's down his back, trailing his thumbs along his spine.

Feliciano was happy that Ludwig was at least considering a vacation, so maybe he wouldn't be as stubborn about it as he usually was. He continued to trail his hands up and down the German's back slowly, massaging every inch until he felt the muscles relax under his touch. "We can go to Italy, if Ludwig wants to! I wouldn't mind spending some time in Venice~"

The Italian crawled back over to the blond's side, scooting up to straddle the German's lap, running his fingers gently down the strong jaw and neck, just barely massaging the muscles with his fingertips. "Does Ludwig feel better now? I'm sure you'll feel even better when we eat!"