(Warning: I don't know how, what, or why the fuck this happened, but shit gets PG-13 real fast here, I don't think it is NSFW but it definitely hints at it, please proceed with caution)

M:   MA started blushing and grumbled in his throat, Belarus on the other hand smiled mischievously.

"I think that is a pretty good idea," she said, running her hands through MA's feathers.

"Dare I ask what France means by advice," Russia said, glaring at MA.

MA shrunk a little, he knew how overprotective Russia was of Belarus so the staredown was kind of scary. He just smiled uneasily at Russia, too nervous to say anything.

"Rus, leave him alone, he is more than capable of taking care of Bel," Kaz said, pulling Russia's sleeve.

Russia grunted and backed down, he told everyone goodnight and left for his room, followed by Kaz.

"Do you need a new pair of pants MA," Poland teased, earning a wing slap to the face from the militant.

L:   Germany and France both heard Poland's comment as they were climbing the stairs; both snorted and Germany had to clutched the railing as he doubled over to hide his laugh.

"Naughty, naughty," Wehrmacht said, shaking his finger at Poland and MA. He waved at Germany and France to hurry up and go to bed. Then he brushed his wing against MA and nodded courteously at Belarus.

"Poland and I - " He stared pointedly at Poland. " - will leave you two alone now. It's about time all of us gave you some peace and quiet to sort things out on your own with your relationship."

Wehrmacht pushed Poland towards the stairs, calling over his shoulder along the way, "Just don't wake the house up if you're going to make any ... well ... noise." Then he quickly darted up and out of sight before MA could say anything.

M:   MA squeaked so loud that the dogs barked in response, making him jump even more. Mandoria, who was still perched on Belarus's arm, screeched at their barking and made them run up the stairs.

"I better go put him outside," Belarus said, then flashed MA a flirty smile, "why don't you wait on the couch, and we can test out that advice."

MA's eyes widened and his blush grew even brighter, but Belarus left before he could say anything, so not knowing what to do, he did as told and sat on the couch to wait for her.

Mandara had finished putting Poldara to bed and was heading back to the living room to tend to his wing when he ran into everyone leaving the area fairly quickly.

"Where's the fire guys," he asked, "and where are MA and Belarus."

L:   Wehrmacht waved his hands. "Taking their time downstairs. Let's give them space, ja?" He took Mandara by the shoulders and turned him around so they were all heading back to the bedrooms. "Is Poldara asleep already? You should rest early too, with that wing injury of yours."

He said good night to France and Germany before guiding Mandara to his wing of the estate. "Do you have bandages in your room?" he asked. "I can help patch you up."

M:   Mandara was confused at why Wehrmacht was so adamant about keeping him from going to the living room, but he got his answer when Poland gave him a look.

"Wow, I didn't think that would ever happen," Mandara said surprised, "three hundred years and he's never done it before, I wonder if he would know what to do."

"How about we don't wonder that," Poland said, so Mandara nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I have bandages in our room," Mandara said to Wehrmacht, "mostly to cover these." He pulled up his sleeve of the arm he took the bandages off of to wrap his wing, showing the uncountable amount of scars. "And you can help if you want, I won't stop you."

L:   Wehrmacht nodded along, his eyes widening slightly at Mandara's skin. Even though he'd seen the scars before, it was still shocking how many there were. They went into Mandara's room and Wehrmacht, with Mandara's direction, was able to retrieve some bandages from the drawers. He had a second thought and decided it would be better if Poland wrapped Mandara's wing instead. Wehrmacht just assisted with unraveling the bandages for him.

"Even if MA is lost, Belarus got 'advice' from France," Wehrmacht said. "Although some things are easier said than done." He smiled sheepishly at Poland and Mandara. "Was it as awkward for you two the first time as it was for Ireland and I? I'll admit, I was an uncertain doofus inside during the whole experience but I had to keep up a tough guy act."

M:   Poland and Mandara's faces fell at that question, Mandara turned away from Wehrmacht and hugged himself.

"Well ... our first times weren't with each other," Poland said carefully, "we ... um ... well, I'm sure you remember how Schutzstaffel used to 'have fun' with other countries, myself included. Mandy ..." he stopped and patted Mandara's shoulder, "well ... let's just say not all of his scars are from torture."

Mandara made a noise of discomfort and looked like he was close to crying, so Poland finished up wrapping his wing and pulled him close to comfort him.

"It's not something we talk about let alone do," he muttered, "it's just hard to find pleasure in something that was so painful for us, but I wouldn't expect you to understand, since you were in a family that gave rather than received."

L:   Wehrmacht's mouth made an O shape but the right words wouldn't form so he shut it. He should've been defensive of his family ... but other than maybe Germany, there was no one to defend. Not even himself, not when he'd known what his family was doing and still did nothing about it until it was too late.

"I ..." Wehrmacht dropped his wings. "You're right ... I don't understand. And I wish there was something other than saying sorry that I could do ..." He stared at Poland and Mandara hugging each other and felt he didn't belong in that room then. He stepped back. "I'll leave you two alone. I should go drop off the prize I picked out for Iremacht in his room anyway. See you in the morning."

With a soft click, he'd closed the door and trudged quietly back to his wing of the estate. He paused in front of Poldara's room. As he stood there for a moment, he hoped with all his heart that the kid would be able to provide the healing that he couldn't give but that Mandara and Poland both needed.

M:   Poland and Mandara just stayed hugging for a while, Poland resting his head on Mandara's while his husband was trying his hardest not to cry. In many aspects, Poland was stronger than Mandara, he never was broken by the Germans in WWII and had put his past behind him for the most part, but Mandara never did, he was broken several times over by Ussr so he never could let that trama go.

"It's ok honey," he murmured gently to Mandara, "he can't hurt you anymore and you know it, but one day you have to let all that go."

Mandara just hummed, it wasn't a hum of agreement or denial, it was more just to acknowledge what Poland said, so the two left the conversation at that and just continued to hug for a few more minutes.

Eventually, when they decided to get ready for bed, they both felt a sudden feeling of extreme flustered and excited emotions enter their wings from the living room, causing the two to look at each other and shake their heads, clearly, a certain someone was having a good time down there.

"I just hope they have the decency to move it to his bedroom," Mandara said.

"Me too, and I wonder how Wehrmacht and Kazakhstan are taking those vibrations," Poland added.

L:   Wehrmacht started feeling vibrations before he even passed the staircase. It grew stronger and stronger, and by the time he was actually passing the stairs, he was feeling very flustered himself.

"Damn," he muttered as he shuffled quickly towards his room. "I told him not to make noise but he's going to keep us all up tonight anyway."

He arrived at Iremacht's door and knocked. Iremacht opened it, frowned at him, and asked, "Did someone invite you over for candles and kisses? You're blushing real hard."

Wehrmacht scrunched his face at him and covered up for himself, "I'm just imitating your expression whenever the name 'Bundeswehr' gets thrown out." He earned a hard punch in the gut for that.

"What do you want?" Iremacht said, dragging his wheezing father into the room.

"To give you this." Wehrmacht took out the plastic laser gun and handed it to Iremacht. "You and Poldara won the laser tag game but you forgot to pick your prize so I swiped one for you."

"Hm." Iremacht turned the gun in his hands and aimed the laser pointer at the wall. "This'll be a nice souvenir. I'll add it to the eagle plushie I got from Polds." He sat down on the bed. "I can't believe this trip is over alrea—Vater, what the hell?"

"W-What?"

"You're getting redder. You look like you need to pee."

"It's ... Belarus and MA are downstairs and..." Wehrmacht pointed down and then at his wings and then rubbed his face. Iremacht chuckled. "Ah."

M:   Kazakhstan wasn't faring too well either, he and Russia were hanging out in his room since they weren't tired yet and he too was feeling the flustered emotions from MA, which Russia caught on to pretty fast and he wasn't very happy about it.

"I'm going to go stop them," he announced, heading for the door.

"Are you mad Russia, you can't just waltz into the middle of that," Kaz said, though his voice cracked a little bit since he was not familiar with such emotions, being single.

"Kaz, that's our fucking baby sister, and you expect me to just sit here," Russia growled.

"Yes," Kaz snapped, he tried to stand up but his legs felt a little wobbly, so he stayed on his bed, "Bel is a grown-ass adult, she can decide what she does to and with other people, you aren't in charge of her anymore."

"But I-"

"Don't be like папа."

Russia's eye's widened when Kaz said that, he opened his mouth to respond but his brother glared at him, so he grunted in defeat and left for his room.

"What a baby," Kaz muttered to himself, then jumped a little when the vibrations got stronger, "this is going to be a long night."

L:   Iremacht kept laughing at all the weird faces Wehrmacht was making to suppress the emotions building up inside. Then he abruptly stopped laughing when he realized something.

"If you can feel this from all the way up here ..." Iremacht swallowed. "Please tell me Poldara is asleep."

"Scheisse, I thought he was," Wehrmacht said. "I passed his room and I didn't hear a sound. Can Poldara pick up vibrations from that far?" 

"I don't know, I don't got wings. But really, I'm worried the kid will wake up and follow the vibrations to see what's going on."

Wehrmacht was about to respond but suddenly started shivering like he was being tickled and groaned. He hid behind his wings. "Oh mein Gott, I swear ... Imagine what Kazakhstan is feeling. Belarus is his sister."

"Forget Kaz, I'm glad RUSSIA doesn't have wings," Iremacht said.

"Hah, MA would lose his head," Wehrmacht mumbled. "If he doesn't already tomorrow morning ..." He stumbled to the door. "I'm going to try to get sleep. I'll put a shit ton of blankets on my wings to muffle it maybe."

"Good luck with that."

M: Poldara thankfully was far too deep in his sleep to register anything, but everyone else with wings was kept for a while, Mandara was very much tempted to go down and put an end to what was happening, but after he heard footsteps go past his and Poland's room towards MA's room, he knew they were finished and settled to sleep.

When the first rays of sunlight were shown in the morning, Mandara quickly got up and went downstairs to make sure the two lovebirds didn't leave a mess. It was surprisingly clean in the living room, but Mandara refused to go near the couch, so he made a mental note to ask a housemaid to bleach the cushions later.

When he passed MA's room to get back to his own, he saw that the door was ajar, and although tempted, he didn't peak inside and just quickly went back to his room before he felt even more awkward.