Mmm... Kinky [1/1]
anonymous
February 7 2010, 20:52:37 UTC
Yay! My first fill! Hope OP and other WriterAnon don't mind another fill. I saw "asks Nation B to help act out their dream" and thought of GerIta. Saw the potential. Couldn't resist!
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Germany woke with a start as a hand reached out and gripped his arm tightly. Next to him, a sleeping Italy let out a moan.
Quickly taking in the heated flush on his lover's face, Germany shook Italy awake. Had he fallen ill? The economy was bad, but not that bad!
Italy blinked his eyes slowly as he rose to consciousness. It took him a moment to sort out the memories of Germany leaning over him in his dream and the image of Germany leaning over him now.
“Are you alright, Italia? Do you have a fever?” Germany was close to panicking. It was too soon in their relationship for something terrible to happen. They'd barely been together for a few months.
Sitting up, Italy flushed when he felt the wet spot and the contents of the dream came floating back. A flutter of fabric-white and black and silky smooth. Something rough and hard rubbing against his skin. “Yeah, I-I just had... a dream.”
Germany followed Italy's eyes down to the growing dark spot in the sheets. Oh.
“Would you mind if we...” Italy was embarassed, but Germany understood.
What could Germany do but nod? After all, Italy had obliged him with his own kink the week before. And the black leather had looked so good on his sun-kissed skin. It was only fair that he do the same.
Italy was a flurry of excitement and energy, “You have potatoes in your kitchen, right Germany? Oh, but where would we find a maid outfit in your size? I'll have to make one! You don't have a sewing machine, though. There's one at my house, I'll go get it!”
The slim man was out the door before Germany could remind him to slip on some pants. For a second, he thought of chasing after him. This was Italy, though. Any attempt to prevent the things he did would be useless. Besides, as their relationship grew Germany became more relaxed and used to the thing's his lover did. That was just how Italy was, and that was what Germany had fallen in love with. He couldn't bring himself to try and change the man.
Germany just turned over (avoiding the wet spot) and went back to sleep. He'd deal with it later.
Re: Mmm... Kinky [EPILOGUE]
anonymous
February 7 2010, 20:54:49 UTC
Switzerland covered Liechtenstein's eyes with one arm, and pointed a gun at the man running across his yard with the other.
Italy ran towards Germany in nothing but boxers and the German's shirt. He almost dropped the sewing machine and fabrics cradled in his arms as the morning cold (and bullets) made him sprint.
The Swiss man finally lowered the gun as Italy faded from sight. He would be speaking to Germany about this situation later.
But not right now. He was not about to interrupt whatever kinky shit they were going to do.
This is awesome. It totally catches the GerIta spirit, and Italy...just so cute. Running across Switzerland's law in his boxers and Germnay's shirt carrying a sewing machine. BEST. IMAGE. EVER.
Hope OP and other WriterAnon don't mind another fill. I saw "asks Nation B to help act out their dream" and thought of GerIta. Saw the potential. Couldn't resist!
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Germany woke with a start as a hand reached out and gripped his arm tightly. Next to him, a sleeping Italy let out a moan.
Quickly taking in the heated flush on his lover's face, Germany shook Italy awake. Had he fallen ill? The economy was bad, but not that bad!
Italy blinked his eyes slowly as he rose to consciousness. It took him a moment to sort out the memories of Germany leaning over him in his dream and the image of Germany leaning over him now.
“Are you alright, Italia? Do you have a fever?” Germany was close to panicking. It was too soon in their relationship for something terrible to happen. They'd barely been together for a few months.
Sitting up, Italy flushed when he felt the wet spot and the contents of the dream came floating back. A flutter of fabric-white and black and silky smooth. Something rough and hard rubbing against his skin. “Yeah, I-I just had... a dream.”
Germany followed Italy's eyes down to the growing dark spot in the sheets. Oh.
“Would you mind if we...” Italy was embarassed, but Germany understood.
What could Germany do but nod? After all, Italy had obliged him with his own kink the week before. And the black leather had looked so good on his sun-kissed skin. It was only fair that he do the same.
Italy was a flurry of excitement and energy, “You have potatoes in your kitchen, right Germany? Oh, but where would we find a maid outfit in your size? I'll have to make one! You don't have a sewing machine, though. There's one at my house, I'll go get it!”
The slim man was out the door before Germany could remind him to slip on some pants. For a second, he thought of chasing after him. This was Italy, though. Any attempt to prevent the things he did would be useless. Besides, as their relationship grew Germany became more relaxed and used to the thing's his lover did. That was just how Italy was, and that was what Germany had fallen in love with. He couldn't bring himself to try and change the man.
Germany just turned over (avoiding the wet spot) and went back to sleep. He'd deal with it later.
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Italy ran towards Germany in nothing but boxers and the German's shirt. He almost dropped the sewing machine and fabrics cradled in his arms as the morning cold (and bullets) made him sprint.
The Swiss man finally lowered the gun as Italy faded from sight. He would be speaking to Germany about this situation later.
But not right now. He was not about to interrupt whatever kinky shit they were going to do.
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Laughing my ass off author anon. That was awesome
Recaptcha says: Ceremonies indulge...whats wrong with this thing?
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This is awesome. It totally catches the GerIta spirit, and Italy...just so cute. Running across Switzerland's law in his boxers and Germnay's shirt carrying a sewing machine. BEST. IMAGE. EVER.
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Soooo happy you liked it! ^.^
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