May I request a poly ship? Gerfrukport?
With : '' one of us should probably say something. ''
(if Gerfrukport is too much I'll just ask for GerEng)
YEYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I will try my best but probably not get very far because i do not know how to do this whatsoever, they're really dumb of ass, thats all i can say. Also idk why but i really love writing requests, theyre fun, also this will probabmy become a multi chapter because t h e m.
Internally Germany was having a freakout Platonic, totally platonic, nothing more, it’s not like i like these three asleep on me not letting me move, Arthur snuggling up to me and mumbling adorably, not romantic, he is just a friend. Francis’s hair is really soft, really really soft and warm and his skin is so smooth, i love him, as a friend of course. Portugal, he looks so much like Spain but without the laziness, though he is still calm, teasing and very very... attr- HES A FRIEND NOTHING MORE.
Arthur and Joao were both still asleep, but unbeknownst to Ludwig, Francis was awake and tuning into his quiet mutterings of homosexuality and trying his hardest not to smile. Really he was bad at this, somehow worse than Arthur at accepting romantic attraction, though only by a small margin, i mean it did take literal centuries for him to come to terms with possible attraction for him and Portugal, and now Germany was realsing that what they were doing cant be considered platonic by any stretch of the imagination, and seeing Ludwig in a gay panic was something Francis would pay to see.
Francis then had a scandalous idea, one that would no doubt leave Ludwig in a blubbering mess of German cuss words and endearments.
To himself he thought Should I say something, because somebody needs to, or should i kiss him and answer his questions later.
Ovbiously he chose the latter option and seemingly out of nowhere kissed Ludwig on the cheek, it was a cheeky and relatively chaste kiss, though that did not stop Ludwig becoming bright red and flustered, mumbling incoherent german phrases.
Francis did it again, this time on his mouth, soft and sensual, seemingly exploring what his mouth feels like, strangely territorial yet protective of Ludwig.
Of course Ludwig had a but short circuted, many would have paid a price to see a look of pure confusion and bliss on his face.
During this, Ludwig had tensed himself up and Joao, who was currently sleeping half on him and half on Arthur, began to stir.
"O que...What are you two doing?"
Germany accidentally let a nervous chuckle loose, and after seeing Francis and Ludwig and them in their rather compromising condition, he smirked.
"Ah, so Francia you finally kissed him I assume?"
Ludwig squeaked out "Y-you planned this!"
"Of course we did, none of us thought this was platonic, Germany, we wanted to let you figure it out yourself." Francis teased.
"Yea, and you Germanics have a problem in seeing what counts as a relationship and what counts as just homies, I mean I was married to him for 500 years before he realised! You were also taking an incredibly long time, though fifty years is infinitely better then 500." To anybody else he would sound like he was complaining, but the other two knew he was not, instead they could tell it was said with a certain fondness that can only happen when you've knnown someone for 600 years and you've fought side by side in many more.
Arthur squirmed a bit in his sleep and Portugal remembered he was laying on the blond and probably squashing him quite a bit.
Francis was now playing with Germany's hair and braiding the small strands for some reason that no body knew, Portugal out of nowhere, sprung on to him and kissed him on the lips, quick and sweet, before going to the bathroom and refusing to elaborate.
And once again Ludwig was left with the blank screen of gay.
Somehow through some strange ability that the entire British isles seemed to possess, Arthur's the ability to stay asleep in the most chaotic and loud of times and look utterly adorable whole doing it had multiplied tenfold, or maybe Ludwig was just feeling soft right now, perhaps both.
Francis poked Arthur lightly, and when there was no movement whatsoever, Francis concluded that Arthur was soundly asleep, clinging to Ludwig so bad he was almost under him, but in his sleep he murmured something unintelligible but fond sounding, and in a moment of uncharacteristic impulsiveness, Ludwig kissed him. It was not much, a small peck on the cheek, but it was right then Ludwig realised he was in too deep to get out.