“Doiko?!” Ludovika groaned inwardly as her office door swung open to reveal a small, distressed looking Italian woman. “Ve~!Doiko~ I was hitting on someone cause I thought it was a cute guy but it was actually big sister Francine in disguise! It was horrible” Short gold bangs came into view as she rolled her eyes. Felice continued to talk, draping herself over the German nations shoulder, gesturing emphatically as she went. Germany was doing a fairly good job of ignoring the other females chatter,managing to focus on her work until a pair of hands started invading her chest's personal space. Fighting the blush that she knew was rising to her cheeks she turned to glare at the other country, who had a rare look of concentration on her face “Wh-What are you doing?!” She stammered, standing and folding her arms over her chest. Italy seemed undeterred by this, brown eyes still focused on her tracts of land. “I think yours are bigger” The brunette said, head tilting to the side to observe them from a different angle. “Take your shirt off” She was already following her own order, un-buttoning her shirt and dropping it carelessly on the floor as Ludovica spluttered indignantly. “Felice! Now is not the proper time or place to-WHY AREN”T YOU WEARING A BRA?!” The tall woman's face was completely red with embarrassment now, a look of mortification on it. “Vee~ bra?” Felice looked confused for a moment and then the light-bulb went off in her mind.”...oh, those things! Big sister Ramona's always telling me to wear them...” A blonde eyebrow twitched and Germany's palm and face became friends for several minutes as she muttered to herself. The northern half of Italy tapped her foot impatiently. “Doiko~, take your shirt off” not waiting for her friend to comply she grabbed the hem of her black tank-top and pulled it over her head. Ludovica yelped and tried to snatch the article of clothing back. Felice ignored her in favor pressing up against her to better compare breast sizes. “Yours are bigger than mine” she whined. “They're the same size! Give me back my-” “Maybe being dissolved is getting to me, It used to be that my wet dreams actually contained the awesome me”The two looked up to find Prussia standing in the doorway, watching the scene with an amused expression. Germany's blush came back in full force. “We weren't doing anything like that!” her brother gave her a doubtful look.“Sure west...” “Gilbert, are her boobs bigger than mine?” Italy asked suddenly. The former nation considered this for a moment before answering. “West's” Felice scowled. “I knew it!” Ludovika heaved a long suffering sigh as she grabbed her shirt and exited the room.
Fem!Germany/Fem!Italy-Comparing boobs sizes. Fill is closer to Fem!Italy boob envies Fem!Germany...
“Doiko?!”
Ludovika groaned inwardly as her office door swung open to reveal a small, distressed looking Italian woman.
“Ve~!Doiko~ I was hitting on someone cause I thought it was a cute guy but it was actually big sister Francine in disguise! It was horrible”
Short gold bangs came into view as she rolled her eyes. Felice continued to talk, draping herself over the German nations shoulder, gesturing emphatically as she went.
Germany was doing a fairly good job of ignoring the other females chatter,managing to focus on her work until a pair of hands started invading her chest's personal space.
Fighting the blush that she knew was rising to her cheeks she turned to glare at the other country, who had a rare look of concentration on her face
“Wh-What are you doing?!” She stammered, standing and folding her arms over her chest. Italy seemed undeterred by this, brown eyes still focused on her tracts of land.
“I think yours are bigger” The brunette said, head tilting to the side to observe them from a different angle. “Take your shirt off”
She was already following her own order, un-buttoning her shirt and dropping it carelessly on the floor as Ludovica spluttered indignantly.
“Felice! Now is not the proper time or place to-WHY AREN”T YOU WEARING A BRA?!” The tall woman's face was completely red with embarrassment now, a look of mortification on it.
“Vee~ bra?” Felice looked confused for a moment and then the light-bulb went off in her mind.”...oh, those things! Big sister Ramona's always telling me to wear them...”
A blonde eyebrow twitched and Germany's palm and face became friends for several minutes as she muttered to herself.
The northern half of Italy tapped her foot impatiently. “Doiko~, take your shirt off” not waiting for her friend to comply she grabbed the hem of her black tank-top and pulled it over her head.
Ludovica yelped and tried to snatch the article of clothing back. Felice ignored her in favor pressing up against her to better compare breast sizes.
“Yours are bigger than mine” she whined.
“They're the same size! Give me back my-”
“Maybe being dissolved is getting to me, It used to be that my wet dreams actually contained the awesome me”The two looked up to find Prussia standing in the doorway, watching the scene with an amused expression.
Germany's blush came back in full force. “We weren't doing anything like that!” her brother gave her a doubtful look.“Sure west...”
“Gilbert, are her boobs bigger than mine?” Italy asked suddenly.
The former nation considered this for a moment before answering. “West's”
Felice scowled. “I knew it!”
Ludovika heaved a long suffering sigh as she grabbed her shirt and exited the room.
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