We Need It [1a/?]
anonymous
October 14 2011, 02:22:07 UTC
author!anon has arrived! And hopes they're doing this right.. (the posting as well as the writing OTL)
Germany was no stranger to penetration. That wasn't the problem, he being somewhat accustomed to it not so much because he'd been repeatedly invaded as was the case with some other countries, but because his older brother had an inferiority complex. And while he much preferred topping, he wasn't enough of an asshole to take Prussia when the albino was longing for his glory days. Which was pretty often.
No, the real issue here was the fact that he was now in a relationship with Russia. Russia, who frankly scared the wurst out of him. And, after a few sessions of mutual-masturbation, Germany had realized that the other's manhood was just as large as was rumored. If not larger.
But lately, when he was staring off into space, when he was dreaming, (mostly) when his body was being rocked with an orgasm... He couldn't help but imagining Russia inside him, ripping him apart, spreading his sticking seed throughout Germany's most hidden parts. He tried to tell himself that it would hurt, that he should change his thinking back to being content with their current relationship, but even those thoughts simply made his stomach grind. It was a reaction of disgust, but he couldn't help letting his mind explore the topic further. His insides twisted at his fantasies, and it was delicious.
He was also fairly certain that his 'lover' had begun to pick up on these stirrings. But Russia didn't make any mention of it, because of their unspoken rule that real sex was not a topic for discussion.
Well, maybe it would be if one of us was asking to bottom... Even this brought a heavy flush to his face. But he thought it was certain that if he went to Russia, told the cold country about the needs that had been haunting him, his desires would be immediately taken full advantage of. The only thing for him to do was work up the courage to sidestep his pride and ask.
While he was in the moment, caressing the other's face and running his fingers through soft, light blond hair with a gentle touch he'd never used before, it felt like he was making his intentions quite obvious. Of course, that was with a month or two's worth of desires piled up within him, and adrenaline pounding through his veins. Later, it was all he could do to keep from hopelessly slamming his face into his desk. He knew from previous experience that such an action only added to his frustration.
"Baby steps..." He whispered to himself. After all, Russia was like an over-grown child. Maybe if Germany actually had the courage to just up and ask to be fucked, he'd get into some terrible situation... Like bound to the bed with a pipe in his vital regions instead.
Shuddering involuntarily and telling himself it was out of horror, he pushed away from his desk and went looking for that scarf-wearing good-for-nothing. He padded throughout the cold, large house. It hit him for the first time just how lonely it would be to live here, all alone. He'd never been left behind here, there was always a living, if not warm, presence to be found if he simply looked. He couldn't help but imagine the despair one must feel at searching, searching, and finding nothing but yourself and still air.
He burst at last into Russia's wide, dark and carpeted study. Coming to a sudden stop, he became aware of how his feet had been speeding gradually until he had run into this room. But the thought slipped out of his mind when his target turned around in surprise, raising pale eyebrows in surprise. Germany knew that they were supposed to be working now - it was actually his own rule - or else neither of them would ever get anything done. But he couldn't help it, his desires were too strong. He crossed the room in a few quick strides, propelled forward by the hot bubble of need growing in the pit of his stomach.
Re: We Need It [1b/?]
anonymous
October 14 2011, 02:25:06 UTC
Just as the other's lips began to part questioningly, he leaned down and covered them with his own. He deftly turned the spinning chair around and climbed into it. Straddling the larger man, his hands moved into that soft hair he'd quickly come to love, pushing through thick locks and twisting into the mop of hair. Though slow at first, his partner began to respond, putting off questions for later. A shockingly hot tongue came out and met him, expertly fighting for dominance. He shifted, feeling the hot, molten excitement that had replaced his insides begin to bubble. He tore open buttons, pushing back that pesky shirt keeping Russia's skin hidden from him. He shifted again, leaning back and down. He mouthed quickly over a hard jaw, by-passing the silky pink scarf and latching onto the nubs of a collar bone. His teeth soon found skin, scraping across perfect skin, eager to leave marks. He'd never really understood his brother's love of hickeys before, even if the moans drawing out from the vocal chords just above him were giving him goosebumps.
Unfortunately he wasn't allowed to linger on this new-found entertainment, a large hand on his hand pushed him downward. He licked and sucked over impressive chest and abdominal muscles, not forgetting to bite at every twitch (which of course indicated a sensitive spot). He was disappointed at having to skip over pink, perked nipples, but he did make sure to pause and suck at Russia's belly button. He'd kinda always wanted to do that.
An impatient growl above him made him move on again. He quickly undid a button and fly, tugging down the cloth. With one hand, he lightly pawed over the growing bulge he found there, chancing a glance up at the owner of said bulge. Purple eyes narrowed at him, half out of lust and half in warning. But of course there was no need, there was no turning back from his current position, only onward, onward, onward. He slid away the gray boxers, noting golden hammers and sickles around the waistband. He'd never noticed before, never been close enough. It shouldn't have amazed him, but he couldn't keep his eyes from widening as Russia's length kept going and going and- oh mein Gott, there was an end to it.
His relief was short-lived, the hand tangled into his now-messy hair tugged him forcefully down. His mouth parted in shock at first, and he let it fall all the way open. His lips reached skin first, kissing at the burning, moist heat. Then his tongue, drawing over the entire length. He wanted to go slowly, learn how to please this new partner. But it was not allowed, his mouth closed around the tip. He began sucking, because he was obedient. His tongue swirled around the tip, across and slightly into the slit. He was urged farther and he sucked more into his mouth, tasting the flavor. He could vaguely hear moans above him, but his mind was spinning, buzzing too much to concentrate on that. He instead used the twitches in the fingers in his hair and the thighs his own nails had dug into as guidance. When he turned this way, and brushed his teeth along that spot, Russia tensed about him. He dug his teeth in a little, and vaguely heard a snarl.
Another hand grabbed the back of his shirt collar, and pulled sharply. He moved, consenting. His head, shoulders, whole body rocked forward and back. He used his knees for balance, sucking Russia's cock into his mouth and cruelly dragged his teeth along it on the way back. He clawed at the other's thighs and hips to move with more force, the hands on him tightening and clenching until Germany's focus reached no farther than the tense muscle surrounding his head. He could feel the orgasm coming, the thrusts beneath him becoming more and more irregular, frequently slamming directly into the back of his throat. He had to clench his jaw against a gag as his uvula was directly assaulted, and then oh mein gott Russia was cumming, cumming, into his mouth, down his throat, even up into his nose there was so much. His nails drew blood again and again, his hands reflexively clawing for air!
Re: We Need It [1c/?]
anonymous
October 14 2011, 02:26:05 UTC
And all too soon it was over, Russia was pushing him back onto the floor, relaxing into his chair. Germany had to take several moments of heavy breathing before his brain was able to begin functioning again. He reached up to wipe away the stickiness from where it had overflown onto his chin, but the other's eyes suddenly narrowed at him.
"Swallow it. All of it." His own blue eyes widened for a moment, then he consented, closing his mouth and swallowing carefully. If it had been anything else.. well, he would have been quite disgusted. It was like sharp, salty snot, really. But, it was Russia, Russia's semen, and dirty as it felt, it felt good. He proceeded to eagerly licked it from his chin and sucked out every last trace from around his teeth and swallow it.
At this point, Germany was quite flushed and aroused and nothing had been done about it yet. He looked up, finally ready to tell the cold nation that he wanted to be fucked like an animal. And Russia- Russia was... buttoning up? "I...Ivan?" That was surprising, they never used human names for each other. But Russia wasn't the slightest bit fazed.
"Come now, Germaniya, this is my work time." An eyebrow was raised at him rather chidingly. "You've already used up a good deal of it! Would you have me ignore my people's important work to play with you?" That fucking smile of his played across calm, pale lips.
"N-no.. I have work of my own, as well." He muttered, standing and trying to pretend he wasn't tomato-red and that that wasn't an erection under his pants.
"Good, we shall get more done without distractions, da?" Stop smiling, stop laughing at me! You greedy child! He thought angrily, as he nodded and left the room. But his brief flame of anger morphed into burning libido, as he slowly made his way down the hall. He wanted to duck into one of the rooms and touch himself forcefully until he came hard, and then leave the evidence for Russia to find later (both on the sheets and the cameras that were undoubtedly everywhere). But he was German dammit, and there was work to be done! So the only room he entered was his own guest office, and he sat down on a rather painful erection. Fortunately, bills, national debt, and foreign affairs with France were quite the turn-off. But not even that wine sucking bastard could erase the growing frustration from his mind.
ok, hope this is off to a good start darlings~ title is from that song by robert curry lmao. all we need is sex toniiiiiight fuck I forgot to make it AU... ;o; But I am planning on working through everything /else/ mentioned, at least (this entire post was background?)! I'm excited. xD
Re: We Need It [2a/?]
anonymous
October 21 2011, 19:44:14 UTC
author!anon /was/ going to do homework or something, but then I saw comments full of love and how could I resist? :3 And that damn song has been stuck in my head :|
The next few days were awkward. There was no other way to put it. Or, at least, they were awkward for Germany. Russia, of course, had been going about his business completely unabashed, and seemingly unaware of the hungry stares he was receiving from the blue-eyed nation. Motherfucker.
Fortunately (or unfortunately? he wasn't entirely sure anymore) Germany had a business meeting to attend in his own house. He spoke up when Russia passed with his dinner (they ate separately). "I have meetings for a week or so at home."
The other paused. "You will get lots done, hmm?" An innocent smile.
There was a moment of silence, before he began again. "You could stay with me, if you like."
At that, Russia giggled. So girly... "But Germaniya will be busy the whole time! And I have little interest in your streets now that that beautiful swastika no longer hangs from all the windows! I would be bored without all the red~"
Germany ground his teeth to keep from flinching at the blatant mention of his past. And in a positive light, no less. "Your home is much less red these days, as well, isn't it?" He forced himself to smirk confidently. "No doubt it's that America's influence, your people like his freedom."
It was Russia's turn to grind his teeth. The other swelled up like a bear, suddenly towering over the seated offender who was rethinking his words. Purple eyes burned dangerously, a warning of terrible violence to come.
But then, he leaned back, suddenly calm again. A superior look came across his face, eyes mischievous once again. "You will miss me, da~" Stupid sing-songy girly fucking voice. "I expect you back as soon as your fastest jet permits~"
Germany stared at the other's back as he skipped - skipped - away, unsure whether to feel irate or confused. If he had to come back so fast, wouldn't it be better if Russia just accompanied him? Or maybe he needed some time to think about where their relationship was going. Namely... sex.
He flushed tomato red and pounded mercilessly at his potatoes.
Re: We Need It [2a/?]
anonymous
October 21 2011, 19:44:59 UTC
For six days, he'd woken early, drank coffee through unbelievably long meetings, had a bagel for lunch, and sat through even more meetings. By the time he retired to the apartment he used whenever he was staying away from even more politics, he hardly had enough energy to take his clothes off. It was ridiculous how tiring sitting around could be. One night, he'd woken up half in the bathtub. Obviously, he'd made some sort of attempt at getting clean.. although he showered every morning so it didn't make much sense.
He had to shower in the morning, though, because every single night he dreamt of that heavy body pressing him down, limbs trapping him, hand trailing over his skin and leaving trails of fire. He could almost believe when he awoke that the night before had really been spent with Russia crouched over him, murmuring foul things in his beautiful language. Almost.. but when he woke the only smells around him were his own, there was no musky scent, no sweet sunflowers. He was always alone.
But now, he was sitting in his last day of meetings, chewing at his lip anxiously. He had wanted to take public transportation just to spite Russia's order that he return to 'the Motherland' asap, but... honestly, he also wanted himself to get back right away. Suddenly, he became aware that the stern men in the room were all staring at him. He swallowed nervously, obviously they were looking for some kind of input. "Uh, ja." That seemed to satisfy them, and they went back to their discussions. Really, he didn't need to be here for this. Even if he did have something important to add, they would just hem and haw until they were on another subject, effectively ignoring him.
That was fine, though, because as long as the meetings went smoothly he simply zoned out. He still had to keep his thoughts tame, however, lest he get an awkward erection. While they were discussing taxes or something.
He turned his head to stare out the window, frowning. It was unbelievably hard to keep his eyes off the clock, even though he knew the longer he stared at it the slower it would seem. He had about two more hours, and then he could leave. He'd have about ten minutes to drive over to where his private jet would take off from, and then less than three hours later he'd be back in Moscow.
He was excited to get back, hopeful about his relationship with Russia, and still mildly irritated at the memory of being brushed off. Well, he was... apprehensive.
Either way, the clock just could not move fast enough.
I think I'm gonna go with short posts, hopefully that way this will get updated faster (am slow writer OTL) but good new for reader!anons: I WON'T GIVE UP. EVEN IF I DIE. I SHALL UPDATE FROM HELLLLLllllLlLllLlllll
Re: We Need It [2a/?]
anonymous
November 5 2011, 02:25:43 UTC
If he'd thought that sitting in a meeting was bad, the plane may as well have been worse. He knew, knew, that he was moving at around four fifths the speed of sound, but the countryside just passed so slowly. It didn't take long to pass over into Poland, but honestly he wasn't that interested in the little blond's land. He had also packed his watch into his suitcase, and was resisting checking his phone for the time. For some reason, he'd earlier thought that he would be able to find something to do. However, he had no carry-on to bring paperwork, and he hadn't requested any new movies from the last time he'd selected them. And he was not in the mood for bestiality.
Sighing, he shifted and tried to think of something else, something other than his hopes of... getting laid.
That was really lame.
He turned and pressed his forehead to the window, frowning terribly at it. If only he could glare at his problems and make them disappear.. Hmm, that was Lithuania down there, wasn't it? He shuddered, feeling the impending doom of passing over Belarus. Honestly, he was glad that their relations had been improving, and that she wasn't quite so stalker-ish anymore. Russia didn't talk about it at all, but it also seemed that the two countries had developed strained relations. More room for Germany to move into.
Ach- verdammt, there I go again... He banged his head against the window, ignoring the flight attendant hurrying by. He usually had them stay out of his cabin, but there wasn't exactly a way around it, and he didn't care at the moment. As long as the plane kept going, that was enough for him, because it meant he was getting steadily closer to his destination.
In battle, he always imagined victory, no matter the circumstances. But now, he was fearful of getting his hopes too high. There wasn't any real cause for him to be rejected, really, but who knew? And if he did face failure, he lost everything. The way things were now wasn't bad, that was true. It was pretty easy, not too much effort, and they were mutually moody. He also got a lot of work done when he was where Italy couldn't bother him. Maybe he shouldn't have acted on his instincts, maybe Russia didn't want to be closer to anyone now, even Germany.
He ran a frustrated hand through his hair- if only he could get into the other's head, find out how he felt... Then, he'd be able to make a ration decision and calm the fuck down.
OKAY I WON'T MAKE ANY PROMISES ABOUT POST SIZES... but I guess it's becoming like me rp-ing with myself... orz also going to be chugging along slowly since hockey started and I get about three hours to myself - aka hw - every night, tonight half an hour of that went to writing finally. fmlllll Also thanks very much helpful!anon! Since I am a derp and can't figure this out myself past the 'reply' button... heh...
Re: Passerby!Anon
anonymous
November 5 2011, 02:44:23 UTC
Second passerby anon totally did not notice that. Great fill author anon! Might I suggest moving to the past part fills section now, since this part is going to be maxed out soon? You'll want to post in the past part fills section 6. I am waiting patiently for more author anon!
Germany was no stranger to penetration. That wasn't the problem, he being somewhat accustomed to it not so much because he'd been repeatedly invaded as was the case with some other countries, but because his older brother had an inferiority complex. And while he much preferred topping, he wasn't enough of an asshole to take Prussia when the albino was longing for his glory days. Which was pretty often.
No, the real issue here was the fact that he was now in a relationship with Russia. Russia, who frankly scared the wurst out of him. And, after a few sessions of mutual-masturbation, Germany had realized that the other's manhood was just as large as was rumored. If not larger.
But lately, when he was staring off into space, when he was dreaming, (mostly) when his body was being rocked with an orgasm... He couldn't help but imagining Russia inside him, ripping him apart, spreading his sticking seed throughout Germany's most hidden parts. He tried to tell himself that it would hurt, that he should change his thinking back to being content with their current relationship, but even those thoughts simply made his stomach grind. It was a reaction of disgust, but he couldn't help letting his mind explore the topic further. His insides twisted at his fantasies, and it was delicious.
He was also fairly certain that his 'lover' had begun to pick up on these stirrings. But Russia didn't make any mention of it, because of their unspoken rule that real sex was not a topic for discussion.
Well, maybe it would be if one of us was asking to bottom... Even this brought a heavy flush to his face. But he thought it was certain that if he went to Russia, told the cold country about the needs that had been haunting him, his desires would be immediately taken full advantage of. The only thing for him to do was work up the courage to sidestep his pride and ask.
While he was in the moment, caressing the other's face and running his fingers through soft, light blond hair with a gentle touch he'd never used before, it felt like he was making his intentions quite obvious. Of course, that was with a month or two's worth of desires piled up within him, and adrenaline pounding through his veins. Later, it was all he could do to keep from hopelessly slamming his face into his desk. He knew from previous experience that such an action only added to his frustration.
"Baby steps..." He whispered to himself. After all, Russia was like an over-grown child. Maybe if Germany actually had the courage to just up and ask to be fucked, he'd get into some terrible situation... Like bound to the bed with a pipe in his vital regions instead.
Shuddering involuntarily and telling himself it was out of horror, he pushed away from his desk and went looking for that scarf-wearing good-for-nothing. He padded throughout the cold, large house. It hit him for the first time just how lonely it would be to live here, all alone. He'd never been left behind here, there was always a living, if not warm, presence to be found if he simply looked. He couldn't help but imagine the despair one must feel at searching, searching, and finding nothing but yourself and still air.
He burst at last into Russia's wide, dark and carpeted study. Coming to a sudden stop, he became aware of how his feet had been speeding gradually until he had run into this room. But the thought slipped out of his mind when his target turned around in surprise, raising pale eyebrows in surprise. Germany knew that they were supposed to be working now - it was actually his own rule - or else neither of them would ever get anything done. But he couldn't help it, his desires were too strong. He crossed the room in a few quick strides, propelled forward by the hot bubble of need growing in the pit of his stomach.
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Unfortunately he wasn't allowed to linger on this new-found entertainment, a large hand on his hand pushed him downward. He licked and sucked over impressive chest and abdominal muscles, not forgetting to bite at every twitch (which of course indicated a sensitive spot). He was disappointed at having to skip over pink, perked nipples, but he did make sure to pause and suck at Russia's belly button. He'd kinda always wanted to do that.
An impatient growl above him made him move on again. He quickly undid a button and fly, tugging down the cloth. With one hand, he lightly pawed over the growing bulge he found there, chancing a glance up at the owner of said bulge. Purple eyes narrowed at him, half out of lust and half in warning. But of course there was no need, there was no turning back from his current position, only onward, onward, onward. He slid away the gray boxers, noting golden hammers and sickles around the waistband. He'd never noticed before, never been close enough. It shouldn't have amazed him, but he couldn't keep his eyes from widening as Russia's length kept going and going and- oh mein Gott, there was an end to it.
His relief was short-lived, the hand tangled into his now-messy hair tugged him forcefully down. His mouth parted in shock at first, and he let it fall all the way open. His lips reached skin first, kissing at the burning, moist heat. Then his tongue, drawing over the entire length. He wanted to go slowly, learn how to please this new partner. But it was not allowed, his mouth closed around the tip. He began sucking, because he was obedient. His tongue swirled around the tip, across and slightly into the slit. He was urged farther and he sucked more into his mouth, tasting the flavor. He could vaguely hear moans above him, but his mind was spinning, buzzing too much to concentrate on that. He instead used the twitches in the fingers in his hair and the thighs his own nails had dug into as guidance. When he turned this way, and brushed his teeth along that spot, Russia tensed about him. He dug his teeth in a little, and vaguely heard a snarl.
Another hand grabbed the back of his shirt collar, and pulled sharply. He moved, consenting. His head, shoulders, whole body rocked forward and back. He used his knees for balance, sucking Russia's cock into his mouth and cruelly dragged his teeth along it on the way back. He clawed at the other's thighs and hips to move with more force, the hands on him tightening and clenching until Germany's focus reached no farther than the tense muscle surrounding his head. He could feel the orgasm coming, the thrusts beneath him becoming more and more irregular, frequently slamming directly into the back of his throat. He had to clench his jaw against a gag as his uvula was directly assaulted, and then oh mein gott Russia was cumming, cumming, into his mouth, down his throat, even up into his nose there was so much. His nails drew blood again and again, his hands reflexively clawing for air!
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"Swallow it. All of it." His own blue eyes widened for a moment, then he consented, closing his mouth and swallowing carefully. If it had been anything else.. well, he would have been quite disgusted. It was like sharp, salty snot, really. But, it was Russia, Russia's semen, and dirty as it felt, it felt good. He proceeded to eagerly licked it from his chin and sucked out every last trace from around his teeth and swallow it.
At this point, Germany was quite flushed and aroused and nothing had been done about it yet. He looked up, finally ready to tell the cold nation that he wanted to be fucked like an animal. And Russia- Russia was... buttoning up? "I...Ivan?" That was surprising, they never used human names for each other. But Russia wasn't the slightest bit fazed.
"Come now, Germaniya, this is my work time." An eyebrow was raised at him rather chidingly. "You've already used up a good deal of it! Would you have me ignore my people's important work to play with you?" That fucking smile of his played across calm, pale lips.
"N-no.. I have work of my own, as well." He muttered, standing and trying to pretend he wasn't tomato-red and that that wasn't an erection under his pants.
"Good, we shall get more done without distractions, da?" Stop smiling, stop laughing at me! You greedy child! He thought angrily, as he nodded and left the room. But his brief flame of anger morphed into burning libido, as he slowly made his way down the hall. He wanted to duck into one of the rooms and touch himself forcefully until he came hard, and then leave the evidence for Russia to find later (both on the sheets and the cameras that were undoubtedly everywhere). But he was German dammit, and there was work to be done! So the only room he entered was his own guest office, and he sat down on a rather painful erection. Fortunately, bills, national debt, and foreign affairs with France were quite the turn-off. But not even that wine sucking bastard could erase the growing frustration from his mind.
ok, hope this is off to a good start darlings~ title is from that song by robert curry lmao. all we need is sex toniiiiiight
fuck I forgot to make it AU... ;o; But I am planning on working through everything /else/ mentioned, at least (this entire post was background?)! I'm excited. xD
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This is really good, anon!
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PS: I love Prussia/Germany so yay for mentionings of that.
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The next few days were awkward. There was no other way to put it. Or, at least, they were awkward for Germany. Russia, of course, had been going about his business completely unabashed, and seemingly unaware of the hungry stares he was receiving from the blue-eyed nation. Motherfucker.
Fortunately (or unfortunately? he wasn't entirely sure anymore) Germany had a business meeting to attend in his own house. He spoke up when Russia passed with his dinner (they ate separately). "I have meetings for a week or so at home."
The other paused. "You will get lots done, hmm?" An innocent smile.
There was a moment of silence, before he began again. "You could stay with me, if you like."
At that, Russia giggled. So girly... "But Germaniya will be busy the whole time! And I have little interest in your streets now that that beautiful swastika no longer hangs from all the windows! I would be bored without all the red~"
Germany ground his teeth to keep from flinching at the blatant mention of his past. And in a positive light, no less. "Your home is much less red these days, as well, isn't it?" He forced himself to smirk confidently. "No doubt it's that America's influence, your people like his freedom."
It was Russia's turn to grind his teeth. The other swelled up like a bear, suddenly towering over the seated offender who was rethinking his words. Purple eyes burned dangerously, a warning of terrible violence to come.
But then, he leaned back, suddenly calm again. A superior look came across his face, eyes mischievous once again. "You will miss me, da~" Stupid sing-songy girly fucking voice. "I expect you back as soon as your fastest jet permits~"
Germany stared at the other's back as he skipped - skipped - away, unsure whether to feel irate or confused. If he had to come back so fast, wouldn't it be better if Russia just accompanied him? Or maybe he needed some time to think about where their relationship was going. Namely... sex.
He flushed tomato red and pounded mercilessly at his potatoes.
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He had to shower in the morning, though, because every single night he dreamt of that heavy body pressing him down, limbs trapping him, hand trailing over his skin and leaving trails of fire. He could almost believe when he awoke that the night before had really been spent with Russia crouched over him, murmuring foul things in his beautiful language. Almost.. but when he woke the only smells around him were his own, there was no musky scent, no sweet sunflowers. He was always alone.
But now, he was sitting in his last day of meetings, chewing at his lip anxiously. He had wanted to take public transportation just to spite Russia's order that he return to 'the Motherland' asap, but... honestly, he also wanted himself to get back right away. Suddenly, he became aware that the stern men in the room were all staring at him. He swallowed nervously, obviously they were looking for some kind of input. "Uh, ja." That seemed to satisfy them, and they went back to their discussions. Really, he didn't need to be here for this. Even if he did have something important to add, they would just hem and haw until they were on another subject, effectively ignoring him.
That was fine, though, because as long as the meetings went smoothly he simply zoned out. He still had to keep his thoughts tame, however, lest he get an awkward erection. While they were discussing taxes or something.
He turned his head to stare out the window, frowning. It was unbelievably hard to keep his eyes off the clock, even though he knew the longer he stared at it the slower it would seem. He had about two more hours, and then he could leave. He'd have about ten minutes to drive over to where his private jet would take off from, and then less than three hours later he'd be back in Moscow.
He was excited to get back, hopeful about his relationship with Russia, and still mildly irritated at the memory of being brushed off. Well, he was... apprehensive.
Either way, the clock just could not move fast enough.
I think I'm gonna go with short posts, hopefully that way this will get updated faster (am slow writer OTL)
but good new for reader!anons: I WON'T GIVE UP. EVEN IF I DIE. I SHALL UPDATE FROM HELLLLLllllLlLllLlllll
...sorry for the filler though >__>;;
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is it the past-part fills? so many goddamn pages arg
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Sighing, he shifted and tried to think of something else, something other than his hopes of... getting laid.
That was really lame.
He turned and pressed his forehead to the window, frowning terribly at it. If only he could glare at his problems and make them disappear.. Hmm, that was Lithuania down there, wasn't it? He shuddered, feeling the impending doom of passing over Belarus. Honestly, he was glad that their relations had been improving, and that she wasn't quite so stalker-ish anymore. Russia didn't talk about it at all, but it also seemed that the two countries had developed strained relations. More room for Germany to move into.
Ach- verdammt, there I go again... He banged his head against the window, ignoring the flight attendant hurrying by. He usually had them stay out of his cabin, but there wasn't exactly a way around it, and he didn't care at the moment. As long as the plane kept going, that was enough for him, because it meant he was getting steadily closer to his destination.
In battle, he always imagined victory, no matter the circumstances. But now, he was fearful of getting his hopes too high. There wasn't any real cause for him to be rejected, really, but who knew? And if he did face failure, he lost everything. The way things were now wasn't bad, that was true. It was pretty easy, not too much effort, and they were mutually moody. He also got a lot of work done when he was where Italy couldn't bother him. Maybe he shouldn't have acted on his instincts, maybe Russia didn't want to be closer to anyone now, even Germany.
He ran a frustrated hand through his hair- if only he could get into the other's head, find out how he felt... Then, he'd be able to make a ration decision and calm the fuck down.
The plane passed into Russia.
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OKAY I WON'T MAKE ANY PROMISES ABOUT POST SIZES... but I guess it's becoming like me rp-ing with myself... orz also going to be chugging along slowly since hockey started and I get about three hours to myself - aka hw - every night, tonight half an hour of that went to writing finally. fmlllll
Also thanks very much helpful!anon! Since I am a derp and can't figure this out myself past the 'reply' button... heh...
ALSO. IT WILL GET SEXIER SOMETIME DUN WORRY.
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AM SUCH A FAILURE GOD
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