The German Blossom 3a/?
anonymous
January 31 2011, 03:37:10 UTC
Anon is sorry for the display of insecurity... She presumed that a lack of comments meant a lack of interest... She is sort of new to filling...
France backed away from Germany, turning towards the rest of the group. "Who wants to go next? Ah, Amerique, you look like you should go next."
America blushed deeper than the red he'd had on his face before, as he'd probably hoped his erection wasn't that obvious. "Yeah, okay." It sounded much more eager than he probably wanted it to as well.
He moved over in front of Germany, who on her knees on the floor, one arm crossed over her breasts protectively. She watched him, not moving from her spot. America, though eager as hell, as indicated by the way he shifted from foot to foot, just watched her as well, blue eyes embarassed and asking her to start.
Germany, of course, could not read it, and would not have done it, as Prussia knew. Her sexuality had never really bloomed, despite her body doing so. The awkward silence continued for a few more minutes, before England broke it with a snort. " You dumb Yank. You don't even know what you're doing, do you?"
America turned redder, stammering out, "Shut up! Of course I know what I'm doing!" And to prove it, he leaned down, pulling Germany to her feet, and started kissing her roughly on the lips. She submissively allowed his tongue access, and he started to dominate her mouth-
Then he yanked back, spitting furiously. Chuckles - giggles on Russia's part - went through the group, as the fact was realised: America had started kissing Germany shortly after she'd given a blowjob and thrown up. Yuck.
Prussia knew that even in lighter, more happy circumstances, this would not have made Germany laugh, and it did not make her laugh now. America finally finished spitting, and came forward for his second attempt. This time, he kissed up Germany's arm, to her neck, probably having seen it in one of his movies. She regarded him, but stayed silent, letting her hand hang limply in his.
America's hands settled on her breasts, groping almost hesitantly. He rolled his thumbs on her nipples, and it made them hard, much to Germany's embarassment. Her facade slipped, and her face turned red, catching his hands and giving him a pleading look.
The German Blossom 3b/?
anonymous
January 31 2011, 03:40:52 UTC
Prussia was watching all this with the heartbreaking information that America, America of all people, would be Germany's first time. There had been offers, of course, from both Japan and Italy, but Prussia had convinced her to wait. He'd been through just about every nation he knew, and he'd regretted not making it special. She should wait until the right person came along, and only after a long relationship give it up. Now, that advice weighed very heavily on his heart. It was because of him, that her first time would be with someone who was practically a stranger, who was taking something that didn't belong to him.
Germany was looking down at the floor, speaking softly (which was so utterly unlike her). "I'll suck you off, and we don't have to go through this, alright?"
America hesitated, big blue eyes blinking. Then he shook his head. "No, no, I want to, I just... Well, I haven't ever had a girlfriend... I'm not sure where to start." The look on Germany's face was torture for Prussia. America was humanising himself to her, and it made Prussia hate him. Why did he have to go and make it all so much more difficult for her just because he didn't know what he was doing? The selfish bastard.
France and England groaned, and the former came marching forward. "Bend over the table," he commanded Germany, and she did so, a flash of fear going through her eyes. America watched with curiousity, before France got his attention by snapping his fingers. "Yes, stop ogling Germany for one second... Now, America, this is one of many ways to fuck someone..."His hand traced her underside, causing her to shudder. "Right here is the vagina. You know what a vagina is, right?"
America was offended, and made it quite clear. "I know what to do, alright! Just get out of the way and let me do it already!" France did so, not really wanting to be in the superpower's way. America undid his pants, pulling out his cock. It was already hard, and Germany looked back in apprehension.
Her eyes widened as she realised he was just going to ram it in there, and she twisted around and off the table, standing up. "Please, I... I don't want..." then she mumbled the rest, and the group strained to hear. America raised an eyebrow, looking rather impatient. "C'mon, speak up."
She murmured it again, and again America couldn't hear it. "I said speak up!" he snapped, and she yelled back, sounding every bit her old self, "I don't want my first time to be with you!"
Damn right, Prussia thought, don't let them do this. The rest of the group was shocked, eyebrows raising up. "You've got to be kidding me! I thought for sure you did Austria, and Czechslovakia, and Denmark, when you annexed them!" England said, expression looking like one who had been lied to.
Germany shook her head. "Prussia did that." She seemed rather nervous again, arms crossed in front of herself self-consciously. Russia's face hardened, from the happy little smile to a dark frown. "Well, this does not change anything, da?"
France nodded in agreement, face also dark, most probably remembering the horrors of war he had been put through. "No, it does not. You still deserve this. Do what you want, America."
America's face was pensive, as though he were at a crossroads. Prussia's eyes were trained on him, and he hadn't taken a breath in several seconds. There was no way in hell he wanted his little sister to have to have her first time with that idiot, and he hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was a heart of gold behind that attention-whore exterior. That maybe, America would do what was clearly the right thing in this instance.
The German Blossom 3c/?
anonymous
January 31 2011, 03:45:56 UTC
Germany was watching him anxiously, a look of terrified apprehension Prussia had hoped never to see on her face. America looked over at her, then sighed. "Get down on the floor," he said, and Prussia's heart sank. Germany's face went pale, and she shook her head firmly. "No, no, I'll do anything else, I promise, just not this!"
Apparently, somewhere along the way, Germany had decided that there was indeed one thing she wasn't willing to part with. America looked annoyed, stamping his foot. "No, you said you'd do anything! Don't lie to me!"
"Well, I'm not doing that, so quit acting like a spoiled baby!" Germany snapped back, iron will having surfaced during the argument. America glared, and grabbed her arm roughly, only for her to pull back her other arm and sock him in the nose. That got him to let go. He staggered back, clutching his nose, while a round of chuckles caused more anger to fill his mind.
America, nose dripping a little with blood, gave the other Allies a smoldering look, and Russia stepped forward. "If you are needing any help, I would be happy to assist~" Germany watched them both, hands in fists and positioned like a boxer's, as Prussia had taught her. Prussia's heart swelled with pride, but the feeling was pretty soon cut off by what happened next.
"I'm fine!" America snarled, seizing both of Germany's arms this time. She tried to pull away, but America wasn't called a superpower for nothing, and he forced her backwards, landing on top of her as she hit the floor. Her breath left her in a great gasp, and she seemed dazed.
By the time she had the wherewithal to think of fighting, America had already straddled her. He forced both of her arms above her head, holding them in position with one hand. Germany grunted, trying to free her arms with no success, but a lot of effort. America scooted backwards, forcing himself in between her legs.
"Just hold still!" he snapped, as her legs began to press against him, Germany desperately wanting the most private part of her body closed off from him. "S-STOP!" she shrieked, thrashing wildly in his grip. Prussia made loud noises of disagreement, but he was ignored.
Since when was this something a hero did?! Only the bad guys rape and pillage and do all that bad stuff! He was supposed to be the good one among them, not the one who did the worst thing imaginable! Prussia strained against his bonds, but it was useless.
America unzipped his pants, and he was already hard. He also seemed angry, fingernails digging into Germany's wrists viciously. Germany had burst into sobs, chest heaving as she begged, "Please, please, no, don't do it! I'm not- I can't-"
He ignored her pleas, and Prussia realised that not only was he going to take her virginity, he was going to seriously harm her. Why were those idiots letting him?! He was going to tear her, badly! A frustrated anger roared in his mind, and though the scene in front of him was horrifying and indecent for him to see, he couldn't tear his eyes away.
America sheathed himself inside of Germany, and she howled, completely unprepared for such an action. Then America began to move, and she found herself in agonising pain. She couldn't even form words anymore, just wailing incoherently and trying to twist away from the pain.
Biting his lip, America didn't even seem to notice the woes he was inflicting on the woman- girl, really- beneath him, focused more on his pleasure, like a selfish lover. He continued to pull in and out, one hand reaching up to bruisingly grope her breasts as he violated her body.
Prussia barely noticed, but Germany wasn't the only one crying. Tears leaked from his own eyes, tears of helplessness and rage and how-could-anyone-do-that-to-my-sister. His baby sister, the one he'd protected since she was a tiny little girl he found all by herself one day, with no idea who she was or where to call home. Her big blue eyes had always looked so innocent and trusting, at least to him.
The German Blossom 3d/?
anonymous
January 31 2011, 03:48:30 UTC
Now, they were screwed shut, and her whole body was racked with sobs. It was as though she could barely finish taking in a breath before she let it out again in a wail. Prussia's whole body was tense, and if it took him a thousand years, he knew he would kill each one of them, saving the most painful death for America.
Said country's face screwed up, as he plunged into Germany one last time, letting out a long moan as he came. As he pulled out and released her arms, Germany's sobs began to slow, and it turned instead to keening, as she curled up on herself. America stood up, zipping back up his pants.
France clapped America on the shoulder, but he was still staring at Germany. His words came out rather slowly, like he wasw trying to reassure himself. "She said she would do it... She shouldn't have tried to back out..."
Glaring down at Germany viciously, France said breezily, "Of course it is her fault, Amerique. She's the one who started this whole war."
But America was unsure, and shook his head, looking a little pale. "I need to, uh, go to the bathroom." And he exited the room, only glancing back guiltily at Germany once.
Re: The German Blossom 3d/?
anonymous
January 31 2011, 04:55:41 UTC
My heart's breaking for poor Germany. America's reactions were great and I liked how he seemed like he regretted his actions toward the end. I think the greatest thing about this fill is that it's told through Prussia's point of view, and that makes it all the more heartwrenching, to me at least. And I totally loved how Germany got some of her strength back when she tried to keep America from penetrating her.
Although I can't help but wonder... Where's Italy during all of this? He joined the Allies in the end, so will he feature in this fill? I'm curious and I can see awesome potential if he were somehow included in the fill (though I really can't see him taking part).
France backed away from Germany, turning towards the rest of the group. "Who wants to go next? Ah, Amerique, you look like you should go next."
America blushed deeper than the red he'd had on his face before, as he'd probably hoped his erection wasn't that obvious. "Yeah, okay." It sounded much more eager than he probably wanted it to as well.
He moved over in front of Germany, who on her knees on the floor, one arm crossed over her breasts protectively. She watched him, not moving from her spot. America, though eager as hell, as indicated by the way he shifted from foot to foot, just watched her as well, blue eyes embarassed and asking her to start.
Germany, of course, could not read it, and would not have done it, as Prussia knew. Her sexuality had never really bloomed, despite her body doing so. The awkward silence continued for a few more minutes, before England broke it with a snort. " You dumb Yank. You don't even know what you're doing, do you?"
America turned redder, stammering out, "Shut up! Of course I know what I'm doing!" And to prove it, he leaned down, pulling Germany to her feet, and started kissing her roughly on the lips. She submissively allowed his tongue access, and he started to dominate her mouth-
Then he yanked back, spitting furiously. Chuckles - giggles on Russia's part - went through the group, as the fact was realised: America had started kissing Germany shortly after she'd given a blowjob and thrown up. Yuck.
Prussia knew that even in lighter, more happy circumstances, this would not have made Germany laugh, and it did not make her laugh now. America finally finished spitting, and came forward for his second attempt. This time, he kissed up Germany's arm, to her neck, probably having seen it in one of his movies. She regarded him, but stayed silent, letting her hand hang limply in his.
America's hands settled on her breasts, groping almost hesitantly. He rolled his thumbs on her nipples, and it made them hard, much to Germany's embarassment. Her facade slipped, and her face turned red, catching his hands and giving him a pleading look.
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Germany was looking down at the floor, speaking softly (which was so utterly unlike her). "I'll suck you off, and we don't have to go through this, alright?"
America hesitated, big blue eyes blinking. Then he shook his head. "No, no, I want to, I just... Well, I haven't ever had a girlfriend... I'm not sure where to start." The look on Germany's face was torture for Prussia. America was humanising himself to her, and it made Prussia hate him. Why did he have to go and make it all so much more difficult for her just because he didn't know what he was doing? The selfish bastard.
France and England groaned, and the former came marching forward. "Bend over the table," he commanded Germany, and she did so, a flash of fear going through her eyes. America watched with curiousity, before France got his attention by snapping his fingers. "Yes, stop ogling Germany for one second... Now, America, this is one of many ways to fuck someone..."His hand traced her underside, causing her to shudder. "Right here is the vagina. You know what a vagina is, right?"
America was offended, and made it quite clear. "I know what to do, alright! Just get out of the way and let me do it already!" France did so, not really wanting to be in the superpower's way. America undid his pants, pulling out his cock. It was already hard, and Germany looked back in apprehension.
Her eyes widened as she realised he was just going to ram it in there, and she twisted around and off the table, standing up. "Please, I... I don't want..." then she mumbled the rest, and the group strained to hear. America raised an eyebrow, looking rather impatient. "C'mon, speak up."
She murmured it again, and again America couldn't hear it. "I said speak up!" he snapped, and she yelled back, sounding every bit her old self, "I don't want my first time to be with you!"
Damn right, Prussia thought, don't let them do this. The rest of the group was shocked, eyebrows raising up. "You've got to be kidding me! I thought for sure you did Austria, and Czechslovakia, and Denmark, when you annexed them!" England said, expression looking like one who had been lied to.
Germany shook her head. "Prussia did that." She seemed rather nervous again, arms crossed in front of herself self-consciously. Russia's face hardened, from the happy little smile to a dark frown. "Well, this does not change anything, da?"
France nodded in agreement, face also dark, most probably remembering the horrors of war he had been put through. "No, it does not. You still deserve this. Do what you want, America."
America's face was pensive, as though he were at a crossroads. Prussia's eyes were trained on him, and he hadn't taken a breath in several seconds. There was no way in hell he wanted his little sister to have to have her first time with that idiot, and he hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was a heart of gold behind that attention-whore exterior. That maybe, America would do what was clearly the right thing in this instance.
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Apparently, somewhere along the way, Germany had decided that there was indeed one thing she wasn't willing to part with. America looked annoyed, stamping his foot. "No, you said you'd do anything! Don't lie to me!"
"Well, I'm not doing that, so quit acting like a spoiled baby!" Germany snapped back, iron will having surfaced during the argument. America glared, and grabbed her arm roughly, only for her to pull back her other arm and sock him in the nose. That got him to let go. He staggered back, clutching his nose, while a round of chuckles caused more anger to fill his mind.
America, nose dripping a little with blood, gave the other Allies a smoldering look, and Russia stepped forward. "If you are needing any help, I would be happy to assist~" Germany watched them both, hands in fists and positioned like a boxer's, as Prussia had taught her. Prussia's heart swelled with pride, but the feeling was pretty soon cut off by what happened next.
"I'm fine!" America snarled, seizing both of Germany's arms this time. She tried to pull away, but America wasn't called a superpower for nothing, and he forced her backwards, landing on top of her as she hit the floor. Her breath left her in a great gasp, and she seemed dazed.
By the time she had the wherewithal to think of fighting, America had already straddled her. He forced both of her arms above her head, holding them in position with one hand. Germany grunted, trying to free her arms with no success, but a lot of effort. America scooted backwards, forcing himself in between her legs.
"Just hold still!" he snapped, as her legs began to press against him, Germany desperately wanting the most private part of her body closed off from him. "S-STOP!" she shrieked, thrashing wildly in his grip. Prussia made loud noises of disagreement, but he was ignored.
Since when was this something a hero did?! Only the bad guys rape and pillage and do all that bad stuff! He was supposed to be the good one among them, not the one who did the worst thing imaginable! Prussia strained against his bonds, but it was useless.
America unzipped his pants, and he was already hard. He also seemed angry, fingernails digging into Germany's wrists viciously. Germany had burst into sobs, chest heaving as she begged, "Please, please, no, don't do it! I'm not- I can't-"
He ignored her pleas, and Prussia realised that not only was he going to take her virginity, he was going to seriously harm her. Why were those idiots letting him?! He was going to tear her, badly! A frustrated anger roared in his mind, and though the scene in front of him was horrifying and indecent for him to see, he couldn't tear his eyes away.
America sheathed himself inside of Germany, and she howled, completely unprepared for such an action. Then America began to move, and she found herself in agonising pain. She couldn't even form words anymore, just wailing incoherently and trying to twist away from the pain.
Biting his lip, America didn't even seem to notice the woes he was inflicting on the woman- girl, really- beneath him, focused more on his pleasure, like a selfish lover. He continued to pull in and out, one hand reaching up to bruisingly grope her breasts as he violated her body.
Prussia barely noticed, but Germany wasn't the only one crying. Tears leaked from his own eyes, tears of helplessness and rage and how-could-anyone-do-that-to-my-sister. His baby sister, the one he'd protected since she was a tiny little girl he found all by herself one day, with no idea who she was or where to call home. Her big blue eyes had always looked so innocent and trusting, at least to him.
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Said country's face screwed up, as he plunged into Germany one last time, letting out a long moan as he came. As he pulled out and released her arms, Germany's sobs began to slow, and it turned instead to keening, as she curled up on herself. America stood up, zipping back up his pants.
France clapped America on the shoulder, but he was still staring at Germany. His words came out rather slowly, like he wasw trying to reassure himself. "She said she would do it... She shouldn't have tried to back out..."
Glaring down at Germany viciously, France said breezily, "Of course it is her fault, Amerique. She's the one who started this whole war."
But America was unsure, and shook his head, looking a little pale. "I need to, uh, go to the bathroom." And he exited the room, only glancing back guiltily at Germany once.
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I really do like the story though lol
Damn right you need to go to the bathroom, America, I'm pretty sure Florida is covered in blood :S
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Although I can't help but wonder... Where's Italy during all of this? He joined the Allies in the end, so will he feature in this fill? I'm curious and I can see awesome potential if he were somehow included in the fill (though I really can't see him taking part).
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America... *sigh* why him... ;__;
don't mind my rambling, anon - awesome fill, I can't wait for the next part...
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