#aph prupol

The middle of July always meant it was pretty sunny weather, with a few seagulls making ‘keow’ sounds as they drifted through air at the sea side. It was usual for the beaches to be crowded, especially at times such as this, but it didn’t seem to bother the great personification of Poland who had a hotel room for three people booked nearby. Even if the big crowd was there, the sand was perfect for Feliks to finally lay down on a towel and do nothing until the sun set so he could take a picture, or ask one of his two partners to take one for him. The lazy waves crashed against some hard rocks, bringing that pleasant smell of the ocean, along with the sounds of water splashing that people can sometimes only dream of trying to fall asleep faster.

It was always hard for him to make any holiday plans especially considering he was dating two men at once, and getting them to be anywhere together and act decent was quite a trouble for him. And this time was no different than any trip he had with his two boyfriends. He sighed already hearing Tolys whimper out ‘Gil, stop it.’. He lifted up his sunnies, watching, known by some as Prussia, tease his long lasting union Lithuania by trying to gently punch him.

He raised his eyebrow, his thigh moving to the side as he laid down on a blanket, slightly prepping himself on his elbows, giving them a glance. The grimace on his face was clearly letting the two know how disappointed he was in the antics they always had to participate in. He snapped his fingers trying to grab their attention. 

“Hey, hey! Gil!” Feliks scolded Gilbert. “Stop it! And Tolys stop whining so much, he just wants to play with you.” He sighed, laying back down on his towel.

“He’s being a jerk to me.” Tolys complained. Gilbert stuck his tongue out, giving him a last shove. Tolys didn’t want Gilbert to be the one to finish it so he pushed him back. Gilbert didn’t seem to agree with Tolys’ solution so he started pushing him again, giving light punches, which to that Tolys was shoving away Gilbert’s fists. Feliks heard a few more grunts, and got fed up with the constant fighting. He sat up, and yelled out. “GILBERT” Even if Feliks screamed out only one name, both of the men perked up, staring at Feliks. He batted his lashes turning around, his back slightly curved. “Can you help me with the sunscreen please?” He asked, trying to sound more sultry.

Gilbert grinned, sticking his tongue out while smiling to Tolys, and crawling up to Feliks. “With pleasure.” he teased Tolys, looking directly into his eyes. Tolys rolled his eyes, laying beside Feliks on a towel, as Gilbert smeared the cold substance on Feliks’ back. Feliks moaned with his mouth closed slightly shivering as he felt his boyfriend gently massage his back. He turned his head to look at Tolys, laying on his back, and blew him a kiss. Tolys slightly got red, trying to look away. 

Even if they both knew about each other and were fine with Feliks dating them both, in fact, even trying to date each other, Gilbert and Tolys teased each other, or even bullied each other – at least from Gil’s side. There always has been some sort of tension between each other, constant pushing and fighting over Feliks, or just in general fighting one another, giving out light punches over small things just to have their rivalry. There were no hard feelings, at least that's what they both said, just trying to get along with each other while dating Feliks. 

The minute of silence was interrupted by three other countries, Arthur looking the grumpiest out of the bunch. Feliks smiled sitting up. “You made it.” He said, setting his sunglasses on his head. “Oui! Antonio had trouble getting out of bed.” Francis giggled, tossing his blonde locks to the back. Antonio sighed, slumping his shoulders down. “Lo siento, I always oversleep. And Arthur didn’t want to go out.” Arthur just rolled his eyes, settling his stuff down to sit all day beside Feliks. He didn’t want to come here from the beginning – at least that’s what he said. In reality, yes, he didn’t exactly want to participate in any beach activities but settled either way just to spend time with Francis.

Gilbert seemed overjoyed seeing his two other buddies, immediately getting up from the towel, accidentally pushing some sand onto Feliks’ towel, who scoffed, pushing it back off. He greeted, overjoyed, his two best friends, giving them a big hug, tugging them both towards himself. Arthur just took a step to the side, as Antonio and Francis patted their backs, Francis lightly laughing and Antonio snuggling back into his friend. Tolys awkwardly rose up as well, trying to politely wave at Gilbert’s two friends, making him step back so Antonio shook Tolys’ hand a bit too harshly. Francis settling on just nodding and saying hi. While the four countries were talking to each other, Tolys managing to also cut in at times, Arthur settled down the towel, straightening it out on the sand next to Feliks. 

He grumbled to himself something, as Feliks relaxed, putting his sunglasses back onto the bridge of his nose, covering his eyes from the harsh sun. Arthur curled his legs up to his chin, gently putting it on his knees, sighing. Feliks was lightly kicking his leg in the air, in slow motion and looked over to Arthur. “What? Not having fun?” “I would rather live through Napoleon's reign again than be here.” Arthur commented. Feliks giggled, shaking his head. “It’s not so bad. If you got a good swimsuit, maybe you would feel better.” Arthur looked at himself, in his mind it looked good. How swimming shorts aren’t good? But then looking at Feliks’ definition of ‘good’, he thought he maybe should’ve worn something as revealing as Feliks did. Maybe he wouldn’t think he looks stiff if Feliks didn’t literally show half of his ass through his bottoms, his upper half only covered by a faint piece of pink fabric. Arthur decided to look into the distance, Feliks followed his gaze. He suddenly shook his head. “Gil!” he called out.  

“What are you calling him for?” Arthur asked, looking at Feliks rampage through his bag. He watched as he pulled out a cream with high protection against the sun. “He’s gonna get burned badly because he probably forgot to reapply his sunscreen again. And his buddies are not smart enough to remind him. So I have to remember about it, or Ludwig will kill me.” Feliks explained, struggling to get his finger under the cup of the bottle. Arthur opened his mouth then closed it, wanting to defend his boyfriend but had to admit – Francis probably would never remind Gilbert to put a sun blocker on until his friend got crispy red burns. Gilbert looked pretty unhappy getting pulled away from his fun. “Was.” He said. “Sunscreen time.” Feliks said, getting a big amount of white substance on his palm. Gilbert rolled his eyes, and sat down. “You worry too much because Ludwig scared you.” Gilbert grumbled out. Feliks placed a few dots on Gilbert’s face then rubbed it in, pushing his face back as he tried to get as much sunscreen as he could on his boyfriend’s face. “Nope. I do want I want, like ever! I just don’t want my man to look like a shriveled up shrimp.” Gilbert gave a little scoff with a smile, as Feliks went down with his hands, giving Gil a small slap on the chest. As he finished up, rubbing the rest on Gilbert’s arms, he said “Okay, one last thing.” Gilbert rolled his eyes. “What is it?” Feliks pulled Gilbert by his face, positioning his head to the side and placing a light smooch on his cheek. Gilbert looked like a system he had working in his brain shut down for a second, rebooting before he smiled and looked at Feliks. “Now go.” Feliks said, lightly pushing Gilbert. He just laughed getting up now with new found energy. 

Feliks leaned back against the ground, huffing out as his arms crossed behind his head. He put his sunglasses back on by flicking them with his finger. Arthur looked over at the four men in the distance, then back at Feliks. “Why do you have two boyfriends?” he asked. Feliks shrugged. “I like them.” “Isn’t that a lot of work?” Arthur tilted his head. “Boyfriends are like animals – if I’m not there to entertain them, they always have a friend.” Feliks explained. “..Feliks I don’t think a boyfriend is like a hamster or some other critter.” Arthur said, flabbergasted. “Antonio and Francis seem to be having fun tho.” Feliks commented on the obvious scene before their eyes. Arthur curled up his legs and put his chin on his knees. “I’m not into that.” “I am.” Feliks quickly said. “And they should be grateful I didn’t settle on one and made the other jealous. I may be evil, but like – not that evil.” Arthur had to have a second to think about what Feliks just said, then went back to pouting as he watched others have fun in the water.  After hours spent at the beach, and Feliks constantly having to call Gilbert to go put on the sunscreen, they were finally gathering their things. Feliks was rolling on his arm the blanket, then neatly putting a ribbon around it to keep together. “You two ready?” he asked, tying the bow on his blanket. 

Gilbert was chuckling as he messed with Tolys, hitting him with a blanket. Tolys was letting out a few laughs, hitting Gilbert back with a bag that Feliks assigned they have to carry. They both continuously gently hit each other, Tolys trying to block Gilbert off with the bag. Feliks put his hand on his hip, then crossed his arms. “I asked you something.” The two finally stood straight, almost like soldiers waiting for command. Feliks sighed. “I take it as a yes. Let’s go, I want to get in bed already.” He said leading the way. Gilbert was the first one to run up, keeping up with Feliks, while Tolys rushed after them – walking beside Feliks. Tolys looked to his left, watching as the sun was lazily starting to disappear behind the horizon. Sunset was such a weird thing in nature – usually magenta is almost unnatural, yet it appears there. All the colours mix together well, creating a sight to be held. He smiled to himself, then perked up hearing sounds of exchanging kisses. 

He turned his head back, seeing Gilbert whispering something to Feliks then giving him a kiss on the neck, as Feliks giggled. He rolled his eyes not thinking much of it. That made him not notice that Gilbert had appeared right beside him, also giving him a kiss on the cheek, making Tolys have a double take, looking at two smirking men giggling. “I think I need to shower, I can feel the salt all over me.” Tolys started the conversation. Feliks nodded. “That’s fine, I think I’ll manage to survive being.. All alone with Gil.” He bit his finger giggling as they walked. Gilbert snickered, putting his arm around both Tolys and Feliks bringing them together.. “Oh c’mon babe, it will be okay.” Tolys scoffed with a small smile, putting his hand on Feliks’ waist, his fingers ghosting over the curve. Feliks pulled them both together by having his arms over their necks, giving each of his partners a kiss on the cheek. “Mm.. race you two to the room.” After that Feliks started sprinting forward to get to the hotel room. Gilbert and Tolys both looked dumbfounded, but Gilbert got the memo faster pushing Tolys to the back on accident and running after Feliks. Tolys shook his head trying to keep up. 

He huffed, trying to catch up with Gilbert – and so he did after a second. Gilbert tried to not let him win the race so he gave him another shove, which Tolys did the same. They both gave out quiet snickers. Accidentally, they tripped over a step, falling down before Feliks’ feet. Feliks was spinning the keys on his finger, his hand settled on his hip. “You two are literally the worst at this. You both get last place, and I win, cuz I’m like literally the best.” He batted his lashes. Gilbert got himself up, leaning against the wall with his arm. “Uh huh I know you are.” As Feliks tried to open the doors he stopped and looked over at Gilbert. His lids slightly drooped, looking up at him through his lashes. “You do?” Gilbert’s eyes widened not expecting he’s getting a chance. “Uh duh.” He said, biting down his lip. Feliks finally composed himself and turned the key opening the hotel room. They got their stuff in, and Feliks slumped on their bed. “Ugh.. So tired.”

“All you did was lay down.” Tolys commented, taking a towel from beside where Feliks laid. Feliks stuck his tongue out, pushing Tolys away with his leg. “Boooo, so what.” He said. Tolys rolled his eyes and placed a kiss on Feliks’ cheek making him giggle for a second. “I will be back soon enough.” Tolys announced, and then made his way to the bathroom. He locked the door, setting the towel down. He ran the water from the tap, spraying his face with it, then shook it off. He put some toothpaste on the toothbrush, doing the usual evening activity. As the walls between rooms were thin, he heard that Feliks and Gilbert were talking. He paid no mind to it, until he heard Feliks say ‘Don’t worry, there’s no need for rubber.’ 

That intrigued him a little but at last he didn’t think much of it. The conversation went on in the other room. “I’m on birth control.” Feliks said sprawled out on the bed, his hand travelling on his thigh. “Wait like T?” Gilbert tilted his head. Feliks scoffed. “No dumbass like the actual pill.” “Oooh. Gotcha.” Gilbert finger gunned. Feliks chuckled. “You’re such a dork.” He said through a moan, as his fingers travelled to the bottom of his bikini, lightly teasing himself. Gilbert slowly moved towards Feliks, getting on the lower part of the bed. His left hand slowly moved against Feliks’ right calf. “Isn’t that the reason you were happy when I asked you out?” Feliks scoffed. “What if?” His legs then wrapped around Gilbert’s waist, pulling him in closer. He locked them together, his hands shifting towards Gilbert’s cheeks. “It’s just what I like in guys.” He mumbled, as his nose pressed against his boyfriends, slowly blinking. Gilbert moved his hand towards Feliks’ thigh, his thumb digging into the soft skin, slowly but surely moving his head down, closer to Feliks’ crotch. “Interseting.. So you think both me and Tolys are a bit awkward?” Feliks smirked. “Tolys definitely, you’re just a bit weird.” he commented, his thumb making circles on Gilbert's cheek, before loosening his grip to let him move down. “Good weird or bad weird?” Gilbert asked, his two fingers drawing a line on Feliks’ lower underwear, feeling him slightly twitch. From the pressure, Feliks huffed. “Good weird..” he answered, his lids dropping as Gilbert moved his bikini to the side, letting it rest on his thigh. His head then lolled on the pillows once feeling Gilbert gently lick his clit. 

His tongue made a slow lick from top to bottom of Feliks’ spread out slit, laying flat before moving it off his boyfriend's folds. Feliks’ breath hitched and he grabbed Gilbert by the back of his head, making him lean in again. He happily obliged, continuing to lick the slit, salivating to bring Feliks more pleasure. Feliks’ chest rose and fell, grabbing onto the pillow beneath him. He bit his lip, as his pupils travelled in a circle with the feeling of Gilbert’s tongue on him. He moaned a bit louder while his, enlarged from testosterone, clit was getting teased with kitten licks, gently touching it.“You’re way too good at this..” Feliks breathed out, trying to push Gilbert’s head down on himself. His fingers tangled between the silver hair, his mouth ‘o’ shaped as he moaned. He was trying his hardest not to let out as many sounds, slightly bucking his hips against Gilbert’s mouth. His hand tried to close his mouth, but Feliks was failing miserably, feeling Gilbert’s tongue on him. Gilbert was taking breaks between each of his licks, giving Feliks some sort of anticipation every time he licked him from down to up. His tongue moved in the shape of letter V, making sure to give extra attention to Feliks’ most sensitive spot on top. Meanwhile as Gilbert almost made Feliks scream out in pleasure, Tolys, after drying himself off from the shower, was sitting beside the door to the bathroom with wide eyes and red cheeks. He held his mouth, his legs trembling feeling himself getting harder with each moan Feliks let out. He was panting under his fingers, his hand moved towards his already very hard dick, his thumb moving onto the tip, his right eye slightly twitching when he pressed it the same second Feliks let out a very loud moan. Tolys was debating over if he should get up and go over there, or would it ruin it for his two partners? He decided to wait it out in the bathroom, seeing if it gets any further, half hoping it will. 

Feliks then was just letting out pants, pulling Gilbert’s head up by his hair. Gilbert was flushed red, looking up at Feliks with eyes begging for him to continue and do something. He whined, tasting the rest of Feliks he still had on his tongue. “Please.. I want you to..” He breathed out, wanting to finish what he started. “C’mon, let this please you too.” Feliks chuckled, looking at how submissive Gilbert looked in this position. Gilbert whined again. “But.. I a..already..” “I know you’re hard.” Feliks said then yanked Gilbert towards himself. “Then let’s make a use out of this, shall we?” He then wrapped his hand around Gilbert’s cock, feeling with the tips of his fingers how he twitched. He smirked, his legs spreading further to allow Gilbert between them. Despite huffing and panting, Gilbert moved closer, his tip quickly pressing against Feliks’ slit. When Feliks felt it, with some precum getting on his sensitive folds, he suppressed a loud moan by biting his lip.  Gilbert put his hands on each side of Feliks’ face, and groaned sliding himself inside. “Fuck..” He whispered, barely being able to handle the pleasure. Feliks was letting out a series of high pitched moans, as Gilbert sank in. He dripped onto the sheets beneath them, his body almost begging to have even more friction.

His legs on instinct locked around Gilbert, his heels digging into his ass cheeks, as he moaned with a wide grin.

Feliks then felt Gilbert start to thrust, moaning with each move inside of him. Gilbert’s head dropped down, his hips trying to move in a slow rhythm, sliding slightly in and out, but trying to keep most of his dick directly inside Feliks. Not being able to handle this much teasing, Feliks moved his hips as well, to help Gilbert get the rhythm of what they were doing. His hands moved onto his back, his nails scratching Gilbert’s back, sinking his nails into the pale skin. 

From having his back covered in scratches like stripes on a tiger, Gilbert gripped harder onto the sheets beneath them, his hips thrusting. Through this whole time Gilbert let out slight whines, as the plopping sounds filled the room from how wet Feliks had gotten for Gilbert. His legs shot up, Gilbert’s thrusts sending him to cloud nine, moaning. “Faster..!” Feliks whimpered. Gilbert didn’t waste a second, his pace picking up on the speed. Feliks moaned out breathy laughs. “Good boy..” He whimpered. Gilbert blushed harder, the compliment making him go faster and faster. As the sloppy sounds filled the room beside the bathroom, inside it – Tolys didn’t hold himself back anymore. He grunted, his hand grabbing onto his girth, starting to pump. His breaths filled the bathroom, his hand was going up and down on himself. His fingers were trying to dig into the floor, his teeth gritted as he heard Feliks scream out ‘Fuck yes! Ohh yes! Right there! Right there! Mhh, Gilbert!’. He didn’t think he would enjoy hearing Feliks screaming another man's name, that it would make him instantly twitch underneath his grip. Tolys pumped his dick faster, hearing the sloppy sounds pick up also getting faster. He heard Gilbert’s loud groans and moans, knowing he’s definitely holding himself back a little. “You’re so wet..” Gilbert moaned out, thrusting into Feliks, making his legs move with each time his hips sunk in between Feliks’ thighs. “I know I am..” Feliks giggled despite all his panting.

Gilbert leaned down, from pressure building up, he kissed Feliks, giving him an open mouth kiss. Feliks reciprocated, his arms going around Gilbert’s neck, eyes fluttering shut. He slid his tongue into the kiss, moaning. Gilbert pushed his tongue too, it very lightly touching Feliks’, their saliva mixing with one another. They pulled away every now and then, having to breathe a little, before jumping right back in, exploring one another's mouth with their tongues. Gilbert was keeping up the fast pace of his thrusts, going in deeper, which made his balls slam against Feliks’ ass. Feliks opened his eyes, just to make them roll back again, having Gilbert so deep inside of himself. A slight bulge appeared on Feliks’ stomach, hitting the deepest but also most sensitive spot for Feliks. He pulled away, looking at Gilbert with slightly droopy eyes. “I’m gonna.. All over you cock..” He whispered. Gilbert pressed his forehead against Feliks. “Do it..” Feliks moaned a few last times, each one getting louder and louder, whimpering as he clenched around Gilbert, coming on him. He then dug his nails even harder, when Gilbert sank in for the last time. “Me– too–! Feliks!” Gilbert screamed, pumping his load inside Feliks. His mouth made the sound of a strangled whimper, his toes curling when he felt a warm substance inside of himself. Gilbert’s load dripped out of Feliks’ slit, going down his thigh. He filled him up to the brim, Feliks’ slit clenching around the cock inside it. Gilbert completely emptied his load into Feliks, every last drop making its way out either staying inside, or spilling out onto Feliks’ folds. Tolys in the bathroom, squirmed, his hand pumping himself harder and harder. His hand was working on himself, giving his dick squeezes trying to reach his finish too. His finger gripped on his cheek once he came, his right hand dripping with the white substance he spilled. Tolys could not help himself but moan loudly. He slumped against the door, heavily breathing. Gilbert and Feliks looked between each other. Gilbert was first to start the conversation. “You think he..?” Feliks nodded. “Yup.” “From us?” Gilbert tilted his head. “Who else idiot.” Feliks laughed, bringing Gilbert to himself. They heard doors to the bathroom opening, giving one another a look clearly with no intention for Gilbert to pull out. They smirked seeing Tolys walk out. “Oh I– I will leave–” Tolys said, covering his eyes. 

“No no, we just finished.” Feliks said, as his fingers drummed on Gilbert’s back. “And I gotta shower either way.” Feliks declared, and gave Gilbert a peck on his lips. “Thank you darling.” “Thank you, my dove.” Gilbert said, nuzzling his nose against Feliks’. Feliks giggled, then whimpered as Gilbert pulled out of him finally. He jumped off the bed, having to hold himself up on the nightstand, but quickly regaining his ability to walk. He breathed out, grabbing a towel with the letter of his first name – he always carried it when travelling anywhere. Tolys sat back on the bed, his fingers fidgeting with his worn out shirt. “See ya.” Feliks said and closed the bathroom door behind him. Tolys took a glance at Gilbert who pulled some boxers on, before slumping onto the bed. He looked around considering if he should talk to Gilbert or not after all that happened. “So you.. Weren’t bored?” Tolys asked. Gilbert snickered. “Oh no, no we weren’t. Sorry if you could hear us.” “..No hard feelings.” Tolys said with a slight laughter that died down seeing Gilbert sprawled, laying on his stomach. He raised his eyebrow hearing the familiar soundtrack coming from Gilbert’s phone. “Seriously.. Minecraft? Right now?” he asked. Gilbert shrugged. “Listen, I felt like playing it, since Feliks called me a good boy. A man has desires.” Gilbert answered. “..You were actively inside him and wanting to play a fucking block game?” As Tolys asked, Gilbert nodded. Tolys sighed, laying beside Gilbert, watching him play with his tongue out. Gilbert looked quite focused on his screen. A few minutes went by, and he poked Tolys. “Tolys.” “What?” “How do you craft a netherite sword?” Gilbert asked, looking at Tolys.