The German Blossom 2a/?
anonymous
January 26 2011, 03:46:51 UTC
Anon is so grateful for everyone's comments! They make me confident in my abilities as a writer... And they make me squee!
Germany stood uncertainly in front of France, shifting from foot to foot. Prussia knew she didn't know what he wanted, for sure, but the way France looked at her, undressing her with his eyes, showed he knew exactly what he wanted to do. The Frenchman licked his lips, then gestured carelessly towards her.
"Take it off." The command was uttered, and Germany immediately shifted out of her shirt, throwing it aside. She hesitated, however, to take off the muscle shirt underneath, looking up at France again, as if to confirm what he had said. He sneered at her, hooking one finger in the waist of her pants.
"Everything, le putain," he murmured, and it made Prussia's hackles rise. He knew French, or at least had a working knowledge of it. Slut. That was what that dirty bastard had dared to call his sister!
But Germany's shaking hands, lifting off the muscle shirt, occupied his attention. Now, Prussia had seen his sister naked, once or twice, in accidental glances, and of course, when she was small and needed to be washed. And now, with some sort of sick fascination, he couldn't tear his eyes away.
She had creamy white skin, which he knew she was particularly proud of, and she had curves in all the right places, but none of this was truly computing to Prussia. He just couldn't see his sister in a sexual way; rather, he was watching her dignity being slowly peeled off her being, and he was turning red in solidarity with his sister, who he could tell was quite shamefaced.
Germany started to pull down her pants, exposing more creamy white skin, and blonde pubic hair. A sudden snorting, embarassed bray from America cut through the silence. England gave him a condescending look, and he looked away, ashamed. "I didn't think girls would have hair there..."
Pants pooling around her ankles, Germany stepped delicately forward, unwillingly towards France. He reached out, grabbing her wrist with one hand, and stroking her breast with the other. She made a choked, surprised noise, batting his hand away with her free hand.
"N-none of that! Just get it over with!" Her wrist was pressed against her chest protectively, and France barked out a laugh. "Are you quite sure about that?"
Prussia cut in as quickly as he could, shouting at Germany, "Anja, you have to let him do stuff before he fucks you, or else it will hurt you!" He couldn't promise she would really be in the mood by being molested, of course, but he wanted to protect her as best he could. And if it meant some bastard feeling her up, then by hell, let it happen!
The German Blossom 2b/?
anonymous
January 26 2011, 03:50:35 UTC
She looked back at him in confusion, looking not only confused, but hurt, like he was betraying her to the rabble. "But Gilbert, I-I... I don't want him to!" Prussia could have agreed wholeheartedly, and he would have preferred to drag her back with him and cover her with his coat. But no, he had to respect her decision. However horrible it tasted in the back of his throat.
"I know. I know," he choked out, trying to regain control of himself. Surely, there was some other way to please the Allies, he thought. "But you have to, if you want to prevent- prevent- tearing."
Germany closed her eyes tightly, taking in a deep breath. France took it as a sign to continue, and pulled her closer, running a hand freely over her chest. "You've got great... assets," he purred, leaning in close and capturing her lips. She let him kiss her, but did not respond, causing him to draw back with a disappointed pout.
"You're about as lively as a dead fish, Germany... Perhaps you don't enjoy kissing..." He tapped his finger against his lips, pretending to be in deep thought. Germany watched him with those big, blue, normally sharp eyes of hers. Prussia's were much sharper, and he did not like where France might be going with this.
France unzipped his fly, pulling out his dick. "Perhaps you prefer sucking cock." Germany looked like she wanted to retch, and she just stared at France's exposed member. France smiled gently, though there was only patronization in the gesture. "You need to get on your knees, la salope."
Germany looked back at Prussia helplessly, and started to sink to her knees. She turned her head slowly to face France's crotch, and pursed her lips. It seemed this was certainly the last thing she wanted in her mouth, but she slowly, hesitantly opened it, and was about to place her lips on France's member-
"Mein Gott, take me instead, I'll do anything you want! Just leave her out of it!" Prussia had pulled her back, standing in between France and his sister. France was dismissive, putting his hands on his hips. "We don't want you, and you're not a real country anyway."
"Please, Francis, man, for old times' sake, just leave her be!" Prussia's plea fell on deaf ears. France shook his head, staring lecherously at Germany. "That was a long time ago. This is now, and we can't forget what your sister has done. Just go elsewhere, so you don't have to watch."
France pulled Germany forward, pulling on her arms - hard- so she fell to her knees again. Prussia's head fell into his hands, and he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He couldn't just let them do this to his sister! Germany twisted around from her position on the floor, looking up at him with big, empathetic eyes. "Maybe you should go somewhere else. I... I don't want you to watch."
Prussia shook his head, growling at France, and the rest of the Allies. "This isn't right, and you know it! Go get your damn fuck somewhere else, my sister isn't up for grabs!" And he launched himself at France, slugging him in the face and knocking him to the floor.
The other Allies were involved in seconds, prying Prussia off of France, and pinning his arms behind his back. England gave him a scowl, muttering something about him always messing up everything. America had wide eyes, as if the thought of Prussia protesting his sister being used like a common whore had not occurred to him. "What do we do with him?"
"Tie him up, so he doesn't harm himself or us," China said softly, indicating a chair in the room. Prussia raged, screaming at them, "BASTARDS!! FUCKING BASTARDS!! I'LL KILL YOU ALL IF YOU LAY A FUCKING FINGER ON MY SISTER!!!"
Russia smiled, helping to 'escort' Prussia to the chair. America ignored his yelling, tying him dutifully to the chair with rope Russia produced out of nowhere. England hunted around for a moment, a little lost in this area, but coming up with a strip of curtain. Prussia might have found it mildly amusing that they were ripping the nice curtains installed by the Nazis, but he was far too angry. He nearly bit England as the other tried to gag him.
The German Blossom 2c/?
anonymous
January 26 2011, 03:52:00 UTC
"FUCKING PUSSY!! YOU CAN'T STOP ME LIKE THIS!! I'LL BITE YOUR FUCKING FINGERS OFF!! MMPF!!" And Prussia was gagged, with help from Russia. France turned back to Germany, saying huffily, "On your knees."
And she complied, eyes darting towards Prussia's enraged ones momentarily, and Prussia could read the sorrow and guilt there. Then, lower lip quivering slightly, she placed her mouth on France's dick, and began to suck.
"Ah... That's good, a good job for a slut..." France said, then he threaded his fingers through her hair, suddenly deepthroating her. She gagged, hard, trying to take a big gasp of air and pull away at the same time. France pulled back, and she coughed repeatedly, before he forced himself back in.
He continued to follow this pattern, and drool started to drip from Germany's mouth as she took desperate breaths in between each thrust, and her eyes started to tear up. Prussia raged from his position on the chair, but not a word of what he said was understood. He hadn't thought someone he had once considered a friend could do something like this.
Germany's lips began to split as France's dick became engorged, joined the small stream of spit falling to the floor. France moaned lustily, showing how much he was really enjoying this. Prussia couldn't help but wonder: was he getting off on the blowjob, or on the fact that he showing so much dominance over the one who conquered him? If there was one thing he knew about France, it was that he was vengeful.
Prussia had thought France was thrusting into Germany's mouth as hard as he could, but he discovered he was wrong, as France climaxed and shoved himself further than Prussia - and probably Germany - thought was possible. He let out a long moan, then pulled back out, allowing Germany to vomit on the floor.
"I hope that was as good for you as it was for me, mon cher," France taunted, leaned over Germany, who was on her hands and knees. Her shoulders just hunched in response, and France chuckled.
Prussia's face was livid, and his insides burned with rage. He would kill France when he got out of these ropes!
Re: The German Blossom 2c/?
anonymous
January 27 2011, 17:13:31 UTC
It's excellent, what are you talking about! I still love the siblings' bond, and America's reactions and comments disturb me because they're creepy but also cute...don't stop, please!
Re: Sorry...
anonymous
January 30 2011, 09:38:26 UTC
You shouldn't stop. I feel the characters' reactions are dumbed down, but this is a Hetalia kinkmeme fill and not a literature assignment, so it isn't a crime. I just feel that the fill could've been more interesting if the characters weren't restricted to either being poor martyred victims or smarmy or moronic villains.
Germany stood uncertainly in front of France, shifting from foot to foot. Prussia knew she didn't know what he wanted, for sure, but the way France looked at her, undressing her with his eyes, showed he knew exactly what he wanted to do. The Frenchman licked his lips, then gestured carelessly towards her.
"Take it off." The command was uttered, and Germany immediately shifted out of her shirt, throwing it aside. She hesitated, however, to take off the muscle shirt underneath, looking up at France again, as if to confirm what he had said. He sneered at her, hooking one finger in the waist of her pants.
"Everything, le putain," he murmured, and it made Prussia's hackles rise. He knew French, or at least had a working knowledge of it. Slut. That was what that dirty bastard had dared to call his sister!
But Germany's shaking hands, lifting off the muscle shirt, occupied his attention. Now, Prussia had seen his sister naked, once or twice, in accidental glances, and of course, when she was small and needed to be washed. And now, with some sort of sick fascination, he couldn't tear his eyes away.
She had creamy white skin, which he knew she was particularly proud of, and she had curves in all the right places, but none of this was truly computing to Prussia. He just couldn't see his sister in a sexual way; rather, he was watching her dignity being slowly peeled off her being, and he was turning red in solidarity with his sister, who he could tell was quite shamefaced.
Germany started to pull down her pants, exposing more creamy white skin, and blonde pubic hair. A sudden snorting, embarassed bray from America cut through the silence. England gave him a condescending look, and he looked away, ashamed. "I didn't think girls would have hair there..."
Pants pooling around her ankles, Germany stepped delicately forward, unwillingly towards France. He reached out, grabbing her wrist with one hand, and stroking her breast with the other. She made a choked, surprised noise, batting his hand away with her free hand.
"N-none of that! Just get it over with!" Her wrist was pressed against her chest protectively, and France barked out a laugh. "Are you quite sure about that?"
Prussia cut in as quickly as he could, shouting at Germany, "Anja, you have to let him do stuff before he fucks you, or else it will hurt you!" He couldn't promise she would really be in the mood by being molested, of course, but he wanted to protect her as best he could. And if it meant some bastard feeling her up, then by hell, let it happen!
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"I know. I know," he choked out, trying to regain control of himself. Surely, there was some other way to please the Allies, he thought. "But you have to, if you want to prevent- prevent- tearing."
Germany closed her eyes tightly, taking in a deep breath. France took it as a sign to continue, and pulled her closer, running a hand freely over her chest. "You've got great... assets," he purred, leaning in close and capturing her lips. She let him kiss her, but did not respond, causing him to draw back with a disappointed pout.
"You're about as lively as a dead fish, Germany... Perhaps you don't enjoy kissing..." He tapped his finger against his lips, pretending to be in deep thought. Germany watched him with those big, blue, normally sharp eyes of hers. Prussia's were much sharper, and he did not like where France might be going with this.
France unzipped his fly, pulling out his dick. "Perhaps you prefer sucking cock." Germany looked like she wanted to retch, and she just stared at France's exposed member. France smiled gently, though there was only patronization in the gesture. "You need to get on your knees, la salope."
Germany looked back at Prussia helplessly, and started to sink to her knees. She turned her head slowly to face France's crotch, and pursed her lips. It seemed this was certainly the last thing she wanted in her mouth, but she slowly, hesitantly opened it, and was about to place her lips on France's member-
"Mein Gott, take me instead, I'll do anything you want! Just leave her out of it!" Prussia had pulled her back, standing in between France and his sister. France was dismissive, putting his hands on his hips. "We don't want you, and you're not a real country anyway."
"Please, Francis, man, for old times' sake, just leave her be!" Prussia's plea fell on deaf ears. France shook his head, staring lecherously at Germany. "That was a long time ago. This is now, and we can't forget what your sister has done. Just go elsewhere, so you don't have to watch."
France pulled Germany forward, pulling on her arms - hard- so she fell to her knees again. Prussia's head fell into his hands, and he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He couldn't just let them do this to his sister! Germany twisted around from her position on the floor, looking up at him with big, empathetic eyes. "Maybe you should go somewhere else. I... I don't want you to watch."
Prussia shook his head, growling at France, and the rest of the Allies. "This isn't right, and you know it! Go get your damn fuck somewhere else, my sister isn't up for grabs!" And he launched himself at France, slugging him in the face and knocking him to the floor.
The other Allies were involved in seconds, prying Prussia off of France, and pinning his arms behind his back. England gave him a scowl, muttering something about him always messing up everything. America had wide eyes, as if the thought of Prussia protesting his sister being used like a common whore had not occurred to him. "What do we do with him?"
"Tie him up, so he doesn't harm himself or us," China said softly, indicating a chair in the room. Prussia raged, screaming at them, "BASTARDS!! FUCKING BASTARDS!! I'LL KILL YOU ALL IF YOU LAY A FUCKING FINGER ON MY SISTER!!!"
Russia smiled, helping to 'escort' Prussia to the chair. America ignored his yelling, tying him dutifully to the chair with rope Russia produced out of nowhere. England hunted around for a moment, a little lost in this area, but coming up with a strip of curtain. Prussia might have found it mildly amusing that they were ripping the nice curtains installed by the Nazis, but he was far too angry. He nearly bit England as the other tried to gag him.
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And she complied, eyes darting towards Prussia's enraged ones momentarily, and Prussia could read the sorrow and guilt there. Then, lower lip quivering slightly, she placed her mouth on France's dick, and began to suck.
"Ah... That's good, a good job for a slut..." France said, then he threaded his fingers through her hair, suddenly deepthroating her. She gagged, hard, trying to take a big gasp of air and pull away at the same time. France pulled back, and she coughed repeatedly, before he forced himself back in.
He continued to follow this pattern, and drool started to drip from Germany's mouth as she took desperate breaths in between each thrust, and her eyes started to tear up. Prussia raged from his position on the chair, but not a word of what he said was understood. He hadn't thought someone he had once considered a friend could do something like this.
Germany's lips began to split as France's dick became engorged, joined the small stream of spit falling to the floor. France moaned lustily, showing how much he was really enjoying this. Prussia couldn't help but wonder: was he getting off on the blowjob, or on the fact that he showing so much dominance over the one who conquered him? If there was one thing he knew about France, it was that he was vengeful.
Prussia had thought France was thrusting into Germany's mouth as hard as he could, but he discovered he was wrong, as France climaxed and shoved himself further than Prussia - and probably Germany - thought was possible. He let out a long moan, then pulled back out, allowing Germany to vomit on the floor.
"I hope that was as good for you as it was for me, mon cher," France taunted, leaned over Germany, who was on her hands and knees. Her shoulders just hunched in response, and France chuckled.
Prussia's face was livid, and his insides burned with rage. He would kill France when he got out of these ropes!
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This doesn't suck at all, Author!anon!
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