Yaoi note Chapter 3 (Part 2)
anonymous
July 4 2011, 02:57:09 UTC
Romano intensely denied any such want. But as Ukraine had pointed out, he was significantly smaller than Turkey and while he was louder, he was much weaker. Turkey (with noticeably practiced ease) pinned Romano’s arms to his side while simultaneously pressing their bodies together.
“You know you wanna,” Turkey repeated, this time in a husky whisper.
Romano opened his mouth to protest which was a rookie mistake unworthy of him. Turkey delightedly took advantage of Romano’s open mouth to slant his own over it and twist their tongues together. But Romano wasn’t a quitter and he continued to try and complain even though his mouth was entirely occupied.
But Turkey too was stubborn. Though spectators would later note that Romano had bit him hard enough to draw blood, Turkey persisted. He bent Romano over backwards while cradling his neck and he kissed him even more intensely than before. They were a beautiful picture of teeth, lips, and tongues and Romano appeared to fit like a puzzle piece in Turkey’s arms. (Ukraine was pleased to be proven so right).
Romano soon stopped complaining. But he wasn’t quite silenced. Japan (discreetly of course) took out a video camera in order to capture the attractive noises of want emitting from the small Italian.
The kiss lingered far longer than the other’s; only breaking apart when Turkey reasoned with himself that public sex was likely to end in no sex for months.
The applause was deafening. Romano blushed and buried his head in Turkey’s shoulder which caused a small squeal of delight from Belgium.
“Such beauty,” France said, wrapping an arm around Hungary’s shoulders. “I believe I have a new appreciation for your obsession interest in this art form. I should very much like to be part of it.”
Hungary neatly sidestepped France’s arm. She gave him a skeptical look. France attempted to look as innocent as possible.
Hungary looked up and down France, examining his person. He was not her top choice but a male body was a male body. Anyways if she didn’t consent France was likely to ruin everything. “Alright, who do you want?” she said with a sigh. “England? Spain? China? Maybe Canada?”
France waved his hands dismissively. “Been there done that. Try for a little originality.”
“China? Really?” Hungary said, distracted momentarily. “Oh never mind. It’s probably easier to just ask you who you haven’t slept with.”
France thought hard. He examined the assembled nations and one by one rejected each of them. Then a face caught his attention and he smiled. “I’ve never been with him,” he said, pointing.
“Oh hell no! Not even in your kinkiest dreams Frenchie,” Poland said
Hungary chewed on her lower lip. “I’m not sure France, is there someone else?”
France wore his stubborn face which was a mixture of charmingly bared teeth and a gaze as hard as steel. “I have eyes only for my dear Poland.”
“Hungary you aren’t seriously gonna let the pervert molest me, are you? He doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near such gorgeousness.”
“No one else?” she asked again, not looking at Poland.
“No one,” France said firmly
Hungary whipped out her pen and wrote something quickly. Better get this over with, she reasoned with a heavy heart. Occasionally sacrifices had to be made in pursuit of man love.
“What the fuck?” Poland yelled, backing away as France sauntered over to him. He hit the wall, preventing him from escaping. “You bitch! I’m never braiding your hair again and forget ever…”
Poland was silenced by France’s tongue. That actually was relief to the effeminate Pole. He had thought Hungary had written something besides their names but apparently it was just going to be a good old-fashioned make-out.
Re: Yaoi note Chapter 3 (Part 2)
anonymous
July 4 2011, 03:03:14 UTC
Which France really didn’t suck at. Poland actually found himself enjoying the small teasing bites at his lower lip and the way France traced his lips with his tongue. A vague disappointment settled over him when France pulled away.
“Oh well, glad that’s over. It could’ve been…WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?” Poland shrieked as France’s tongue traced a path from his neck down to his ribs, where he placed a kiss on each one through the fabric of Poland’s t-shirt (Poland scorned formal dress codes)
France answered with a slight lick to Poland’s belly button which caused the nation to let out a breathy noise that was half laughter and half a moan. France listened to the noise with interest and then repeated the motion.
Definitely more moan than laugh. Good, Francis thought, he had never liked ticklish partners. His hands reached up under the t-shirt to toy with Poland’s nipples as he unbuttoned his jeans with his teeth and pulled down the zipper. Poland was too busy muttering things in fevered Polish to protest when France tugged the jeans down in a rapid motion.
France’s jaw dropped and a ripple of shock went through the room. Switzerland firmly covered Lichtenstein’s eyes, ignoring her protests.
“Ve, why is Poland wearing girl’s underwear?” Italy asked, tugging on Germany’s sleeve.
Germany had no answer but Poland was indeed wearing panties. They were bright red with white lace edging and France found himself rather enchanted with them, as well as with the obvious erection concealed beneath them.
“What?” said Poland shrugging, “They match my flag.” If anyone had been watching him, they would have seen Lithuania bang his head against the wall.
But of course no one was watching Lithuania as they found their eyes rather occupied with watching France slowly run his tongue along the waistband of Poland’s panties. France had never before appreciated another nation’s patriotism so much.
He gently removed Poland’s cock from the scrap of fabric, careful not to damage the pretty underwear. Cameras flashed once again as France ran his tongue from base to tip. He gave the head a kiss before tonguing the slit lovingly. Poland let out a shout and buried his hands in Francis’ hair as the other nation continued his ministrations.
France understood very little Polish but he believed that Poland might just be begging him for more. (Germany whose Polish was perfect unfortunately understood every word and could have confirmed this suspicion). France rewarded Poland by swallowing all of his length. He then pinned his slender hips down and began to work his length like a pro.
France chuckled darkly at the resulting stream of curses and moans. Poland really was quite noisy. He had always been quite good at this and it was so nice to have appreciation so verbally expressed. Then France felt Poland beginning to come and he quickly retreated to the head of his cock where he sucked. Hard.
Poland came with a yell and France swallowed every last drop because goddamnit he was France and he had a reputation to uphold.
Regrettably it appeared that Hungary’s instructions had been rather one-sided because instead of returning the favor on a now rather hot-and-bothered France, Poland kicked him and swore loudly to murder him in his sleep.
“That is rather unkind,” France said rubbing his shoulder, “considering what I just did for you.”
Hungary, meanwhile, was deciding that the sacrifice of hair-braiding for all time would be worth seeing that lovely picture. And judging by the amount of nations who had recorded the act, she would be able to relive it from a variety of angles for a long time to come.
Not everyone approved though. “This needs to stop now!” bellowed Germany. “This is unacceptable behavior, Miss Hungary. Hand over that unnatural instrument this instant!”
Hungary wondered why Germany was always so formal. Even Austria was more of a rule breaker than the stern blonde. Then it occurred to her that maybe the reason he was so uptight was that he had yet to experience the beauty of loving another man with his body…
Above is part 3
anonymous
July 4 2011, 03:09:37 UTC
A/N: So I hope this satisifies the rare pair chasers. I must confess to being one myself and I had a lot of fun writing Poland/France even though I popped my blowjob writing cherry. If it sucks let me know. And does anyone else think Romano and Turkey would be adorable together or is that just me? Oh well. As usual thank you for your lovely comments. Next up comes (childish snicker) Germany! And the fill gets kinkier and will contain only rare pairs. Yay! I swear I am having way too much fun writing this
Re: Above is part 3
anonymous
July 4 2011, 05:25:08 UTC
I love rare pairs as well, so much fun! Turkey/S.Italy oh boy I might need to, eh, research that possibility...for purely educational purposes of course, it is good to be informed.
Your writing is excellent and I just seriously in love with this fill, I'm too scared to post what I had written now tis is just too good. Looking forward to Germany's awakening to man love.
Re: Yaoi note Chapter 3 (Part 2)
anonymous
July 4 2011, 18:43:48 UTC
Turkey x S. Italy is now my new OTP not even joking *laughs butt off* they. Are so. Pretty. I think this was really funny. Loved the line about "(Very quietly) Liechtenstein". Kind of made my life. XD
Yaoi note Chapter 5
anonymous
July 14 2011, 20:50:30 UTC
“Well that was…interesting,” said Hungary with a cheerful twinkle in her eye. She was rocking back and forth with excitement and she looked insane.
Which at this point, no one really doubted that she was. Except Liechtenstein who was fully prepared to erect a monument in her honor.
“So little Italy it’s your turn.”
Italy looked liked a cornered rabbit as Hungary turned her gaze on him. “But…but why?”
“I have to give Germany some time to recover and I would hate to miss out on seeing your cute face all flushed with desire,” Her tone was similar to the one that people use to talk to dogs. (Do you wanna treat? I bet you do. You’re such a good boy).
Italy looked flattered. “Do you really think I’m cute?
“Yes I do,” Hungary said while writing something in the notebook. “Just adorable. How come no one ever pairs them together?”
“Who?” said Italy, peeking over her shoulder at the notebook. When he saw the name that was written he gave a Ve of happiness.
He then ran to Spain and tackled him. “Yay! I get to kiss Spain.”
Italy tilted up his face. “Kiss! Kiss!” he demanded.
Spain looked down at him and said sadly “I can’t Feli.”
“Why not?” said Italy, suddenly looking on the verge of tears (his emotions could give a person whiplash).
“Because you’re my boyfriend and Hungary says the book doesn’t work like that.”
“But,” Italy pouted, “fratello and Turkey got to kiss. Why can’t we?”
“Wait a minute,” Romano interrupted, “you two are a fucking couple?”
“Yep,” they both said happily. Spain, now convinced that kissing Italy was okay, decided to do just that.
Romano looked horrified. “It’s like a huge bunch of stupid all in one place. How can they even function? I’m pretty sure Spain can’t tie shoes either,” he said to Turkey.
“Didn’t you say he always thought your brother was cuter?” Turkey said absently, watching the two nations who even made out in a way that could only be called cheerful.
“Yeah and you know what I bet it’s that pedophile thing. I mean it’s not Feli looks like he’s above twelve.”
Turkey decided not to comment as Romano hardly looked any older. He was spared suspicious scrutiny for his silence because Romano was too busy trying to scratch his own eyes out.
Italy and Spain had decided to discard all their clothing. Stripping was one of Italy’s only true skills. He could make delicious pasta, run very fast when in danger, and get naked fast enough to make your head spin. Romano’s head was indeed spinning but that may have been from sheer shock. Apparently Spain had picked up his brother’s skill in undressing.
“What are you doing you idiots?” he yelled in horror.
Yaoi note Chapter 5 (Part 2)
anonymous
July 14 2011, 20:55:38 UTC
“We are going to have sex,” Italy explained, speaking slowly like Romano was the stupid one. “Hungary wants us to roleplay.”
“Ooh what as?” asked Spain curiously, just like he wasn’t sitting naked on the conference room floor with some very interested spectators trying to get a good look at the famous ass.
“A…a teacher…and student,” Hungary said faintly, unable to believe her luck. If they were this willing to have sex in front of everyone then she should have no problem sitting in on her own.
“I want to be the student!” Italy said pulling out a chair and sitting on it.
Spain slowly got up off the floor and stood before Italy (several delighted gasps were heard from behind him). “But Feli, if we are in school, then why are we naked?”
Italy pondered this seriously.
“For god’s sake, just pretend you’re in a nudist colony. Seriously,” said Poland, annoyed at the lack of smut occurring in front of him.
“Good idea,” said Spain beaming. “Ready?” he said to Italy.
“Yep,” said Italy bouncing in his chair.
“Alrighty then.”
Then Spain approached the chair and his stride suddenly evened out and his face grew stern. “Mr. Vargas you do realize that your grades have been slipping. You do know that our colony has very high standards and you are not upholding them.” He began pacing around Italy. “I have noticed that you don’t pay very much attention.”
“It’s just I…” Italy said his demeanor changing from cheerful to scared and embarrassed.
“Speak up!” barked Spain.
Italy gulped and continued. “I just have these distracting thoughts sometimes. It makes it hard to concentrate.”
Spain paused in his pacing. He leaned down and whispered in Italy’s ear, “What sort of distracting thoughts, Vargas?”
Italy squirmed in his seat. “I don’t want to say, Sir.”
“Don’t be afraid to tell me.” Spain’s hands moved to Italy’s shoulders, stroking them comfortingly. “I’m your teacher, you can tell me anything.”
“It’s just… I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to do…these things to you. I just dream about them all class long,” Italy looked up with vulnerable eyes at Spain. “What should I do sir?”
Spain looked at him for a long moment and then smiled. Not his usual sunny smile but one that was far more predatory. He moved away from Italy and renewed his pacing.
“Tell me about these things Mr. Vargas. Don’t be shy. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Italy nervously licked his lips. “I want to lick your neck,” he said blushing. “It’s so tan and it looks really tasty. And I want to…to grab your shoulders, they look so strong, and kiss you.” His eyes went to Spain’s lips. “Ve, I want to kiss you really badly.” He voice broke.
Spain just smiled. “Go on.”
“When you write things on the board I can’t help but watch your ass…”
“I didn’t quite catch that. Repeat it,” Spain said sternly.
“I said your ass, Sir. I want…I want to grab it. I want to pull it over towards me. I would lick down your spine and then to your tailbone. I wouldn’t be able to help myself. I would leave little bites all along your beautiful ass. Then I would spread the cheeks apart and I would…” Italy broke off with a gasp. He was running a hand down his growing erection.
Re: Yaoi note Chapter 5 (Part 2)
anonymous
July 14 2011, 20:59:19 UTC
Spain kneeled down in front of him and gently removed Italy’s hand. “Tut, tut. We can’t have you leaving the classroom like that. What will people think?”
“I’m so sorry Mr. Carriedo, sir” Italy said shamefaced.
“Now, now, don’t worry about a thing,” said Spain, tilting Italy’s head up to meet his eyes while his hand went to his thigh, thumb stroking the slightly trembling flesh. “We’ll get rid of that problem for you, won’t we?”
Italy nodded slowly. He kept on nodding until their mouths met in a slow heated kiss. Italy whimpered as Spain moved away, standing up. He indicated that Italy should move off the chair.
“Now kneel and show me what you’ve been thinking about when you should have been paying attention.”
Italy did as he was told. His tongue lapped at Spain’s cock; almost hesitantly at first but quickly growing more eager, causing Spain to let out a low moan. His warm and wet mouth engulfed the head and sucked, teasing the slit with small licks. Italy’s hands held his hips steady and his fingers wrapped around to lightly grab Spain’s ass.
Spain was forced to stop all this after a minute or so. “We still haven’t removed your problem,” he said chidingly. Then his voice grew firm. “Turn around and get on all fours, spread your legs for me.”
“Yes sir,” said Italy, meekly doing as he was told.
Spain, eyes fixed on the lovely spectacle before him, made a gesture that France correctly interpreted. He tossed Spain a small bottle of lube that he had in his suit pocket. Spain caught it without once looking away from Italy.
“This is why you are the country of passion, not of romance. Romance requires planning,” France said snidely.
Spain did not answer (then anyways, he later challenged France to a duel) but instead remained in the fantasy.
Italy was growing impatient. He wiggled his ass in invitation, giving a small whimper of need. “Please Mr. Carriedo.”
“Good boy,” said Spain, rewarding Italy by slipping a lubed finger into him and then a second, scissoring them causing Italy to mew attractively. When he inserted the third finger, Italy practically screamed with pleasure.
“Sounds like you’re ready for me,” Spain said, leaning over once more to whisper in Italy’s ear. “Are you ready for me, Mr. Vargas?”
Italy just panted as Spain shallowly thrust his fingers within him.
“That won’t do Mr. Vargas,” Spain said, stilling his fingers. “I require an answer.”
Italy tried to thrust backwatds but was thwarted. “Yes,” he gasped out, “yes I’m ready for you.”
“Good,” said Spain approvingly as he removed his fingers.
Italy was about to complain but Spain quickly replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. He inched in slowly until their hips were touching.
Romano had by this point gone catatonic. Turkey attempted to drag him away (though admittedly not very hard as he had always wanted to see the other Italy naked and Romano had outlawed incestuous threesomes) as Spain started thrusting into Italy but Romano was firmly rooted, an expression of detached horror on his face.
Yaoi note Chapter 5 (Part 4)
anonymous
July 14 2011, 21:05:33 UTC
Spain wrapped his hand around Italy’s cock as he thrust into him and that proved the final straw for the smaller nation. Italy arched his back and came while yelling “Mr. Carriedo!” Spain followed soon after and withdrew. They both rolled on to their backs, panting.
“I think that qualifies as extra credit” Spain said, smiling.
“Yay!” said Italy brightly. “You make a good teacher España.”
“You think so? No one ever wants me around children for some reason.”
“That’s silly. I would learn a lot in your class I bet.” Italy said climbing onto Spain’s lap.
“But they just were so…how do you do that?” Canada asked with a disturbed look on his face.
“What?” they chorused innocently.
“He means act like people who weren’t idiots and then go acting all stupid again,” Poland said bluntly.
“I have no idea what he’s talking about,” Italy said, hugging Spain. “Do you?”
“Nope,” Spain said cheerfully.
Germany was forcibly reminded that he has never been sure that Italy’s stupidity wasn’t all just a very clever act and that Spain for all his seeming innocence had a very bloody past and had done quite enough to prove that beneath all the smiles there was a shrewd cunning. Germany decided he was glad he was friends with Italy. If the other nation took over the world with his ex-empire lover Germany was sure to at least get good trade benefits.
A/N First off I apologize for any mistakes. I'm having technology difficulties. So I know I said two more chapters last time but Italy and Spain decided they wanted to have sex too so there will be two more chapters after this one. The final pairing will be Netherlands/Denmark with a surprise side pairing. Then comes the epilogue with all my fluffy goodness. Also I kinda love Italy and Spain together. Adorably oblivious in such a way that makes me think they are actually very very smart. Also don’t ask me why the two established pairings were both Italian. That was an accident. Finally, to the delightful anon who requested AmeCuba I wrote you a minifill (yay plot bunnies) but it is trapped on my laptop and my USB drive literally shattered so I will get it to you eventually.
“This is why you are the country of passion, not of romance. Romance requires planning,” France said snidely. Why so funny A!A? You had me in stitches with this comment.
That was...wow, extremely hot. I think I might have a slight teacher/student role-play kink after all and those two are hot together (dat ass, Spain). I totally agree with your head cannon, I like to think of most characters having sneaky manipulative sides, my head-canon for Canada in particular is extremely messed up.
I came across another story by you (not a stalker, honest, I was on a FACE spree) and it is amazingly funny, I've got it bookmarked.
Looking forward to Den/Neth, yay for extra chapters!
Re: Yaoi note Chapter 5 (Part 4)
anonymous
July 15 2011, 03:28:58 UTC
"Literally shattered" good law, what did you DO? (probably shattered due to hotness)
:D This was kind of awesomely awesome. The whole exchange with the lube and France was freaking gold, and Poland's "come on and fuck" attitude just makes me sooo happy. I laughed out loud on more than one occasion - especially about Germany and his "trade benefits"
Yaoi note Chapter 4
anonymous
July 7 2011, 21:05:26 UTC
Hungary was about to write Germany’s name and then Italy’s ( After all, if there was any couple other than America and England that everyone had been waiting to get together it was Germany and Italy) but she was politely interrupted.
“Excuse me,” said Liechtenstein, tugging lightly on Hungary’s sleeve.
“Yes?” Hungary asked as she smiled down at the delicate nation. Liechtenstein was her favorite protégé and also really cute. She was so cute in fact that Hungary had debated breaking her man love rule and placing cameras in Lili’s room as well as her brother’s.
Liechtenstein blushed and Hungary regretted her eventual decision to not put the cameras in. She was just so adorable when she went all pink like that. “I…I was wondering if I could make a request?” Lili said softly to her shoes.
“Of course,” Hungary said warmly.
Liechtenstein blushed even harder and leaned up to whisper something in Hungary’s ear.
Hungary’s expression was first surprised and then delighted. “Oh Lili, I never would have thought…I have never been so proud!”
Liechtenstein blushed again, this time with pleasure.
Hungary bent her head over the ostentatious notebook and began scribbling. When she finished, she presented it to Lichtenstein who grew pinker and pinker as she read what was written. She nodded vehemently to express her approval.
“Excuse me,” Japan said quietly, “where should I point my camera?”
Hungary smiled and approached Germany, saying over her shoulder “I would watch Lili’s brother if I were you.” Then Hungary pressed a bottle of lube (where she had hidden it no one could say) into Germany’s hands. “You are going to want this.”Germany flushed in embarrassment but he took the bottle, tucking it into his suit pocket.
Then he began the inevitable walk towards Hungary’s (and Liechtenstein’s) latest victim. Switzerland did not attempt to run as Germany approached him. He held his ground, a soldier’s determination in the face of inevitable battle.
“I apologize for the indignity,” Germany said stiffly as he removed Switzerland’s hat and jacket.
Switzerland didn’t answer, merely looking over Germany’s shoulder and standing passively as a series of kisses were pressed along his jaw and exposed collar bone, Germany’s hand at the back of his neck stroking small circles.
A furrow appeared in Germany’s forehead.
Germany disliked being ignored. And, though rumor would say otherwise, Germany was rather confident about his prowess in the bedroom. Precise attention to detail and perfectionism had their uses after all. He didn’t expect Switzerland to be comfortable in front of all the other nations or even to necessarily to be enjoying himself but some acknowledgement would be nice.
So Germany upped the ante. He pulled Switzerland’s shirt off in one clear motion, hands going to the newly exposed nipples and pinched. Switzerland let out a hiss but he didn’t move. Nor did he budge when Germany licked and nibbled a trail from shoulder to shoulder while still toying with his nipples.
His stillness irritated Germany. He moved so that their faces were nose to nose. For the first time Switzerland met his eyes. His own were filled with defiance but also with lust. Yet still he did not move. They just stood there staring at each other, both unwilling to back down.
Then something in Germany snapped. He picked up Switzerland and laid him out on the table, scattering agendas that he had carefully crafted and notes he had forced the others to take. He gazed at the lithe body before him and made a low sound that might have been a growl. Then he leaned down and devoured Switzerland’s mouth.
Yaoi note Chapter 4 (part 2)
anonymous
July 7 2011, 21:11:36 UTC
Switzerland lay passive refusing to give in. Germany broke the kiss and glared at the smaller man who glared back. “Touch me,” ordered Germany with a snarl.
“Never,” said Switzerland with a rebellious tilt to his chin that only served to emphasize the line of his throat.
Germany’s gaze fell to the exposed skin and he smirked. Then Switzerland’s will was really tested. He had always had such a damn sensitive neck.
Germany bit down just a little too hard in all the most responsive places and then soothed the angry skin with his tongue.
But Switzerland had a will of iron. He may not have ever been an empire or a great world power but he was solid and he had pride. He would not bend to Hungary’s perverse wishes or Germany’s erotic demands no matter how great the temptation.
Germany withdrew in frustration once more. “Touch me,” he once again ordered. Switzerland was panting now and obviously turned on but he wasn’t a quitter.
Neither was Germany. However, under usual circumstances, Germany wouldn’t have gone so far as to pull out one of Switzerland’s guns and place it to its owner’s chin. But Hungary’s instructions had been rather explicit and Germany was bound by those rules.
“Is that really safe?” asked Canada but he was ignored. The voice of reason is always ignored.
Switzerland and Germany were far beyond concerns of safety. Germany was going to make Switzerland beg for it, no matter what.
The gun caused Switzerland’s head to tilt up once more, revealing the series of slowly blossoming bruises that Germany had left along his neck.
“Are you going to touch me or not?” Germany snarled. Switzerland’s eyes flashed with a mixture of desire and anger.
“Go to hell,” Switzerland said in rough German.
Germany was done playing nice. He kept the gun where it was as he uncapped the lube with his teeth, pouring it on Switzerland’s stomach causing him to flinch at the cold. Germany then covered his fingers in the fluid and, without ceremony, yanked down Switzerland’s pants.
He went commando. “Ha,” Prussia said, perking up for the first time. “That’s a real man for you, no freaking girly underwear. None at all, that’s the way to go.”
Poland would have punched Prussia and showed him just how manly he could be (remember 1466 bitch) but he was too busy watching Germany slowly insert a finger into Switzerland who was doing his best not to squirm.
He failed to hold still when Germany found his prostate and ruthlessly thrust against it with first one then two fingers. Switzerland couldn’t help the moan that escaped him as his back arched off the table.
“Oh yeah, he’s real manly,” Poland drawled as Germany reduced Switzerland to a writhing, incoherent mess.
But Switzerland’s hands remained at his side. They were clawing at the wood of the desk instead of Germany’s back. So Germany had no choice. “Look at me,” he growled in German. Green eyes met steel blue. Germany took the gun then and trailed it along Switzerland’s neck and down his belly. Switzerland watched as though mesmerized as the gun moved lower and lower until it brushed against his erection.
A breathy plea escaped him but Germany did not linger there long. He moved the gun until it was positioned just where Germany (and Hungary and Lichtenstein) wanted it. His gaze shot up to Germany’s.
“You wouldn’t,” Switzerland said, narrowing his eyes.
Germany smiled then, an unusual occurrence. “You know I don’t really have a choice,” he said but with a notable lack of remorse. Then he thrust the gun inside of the smaller nation.
“Is the safety on?” Lithuania asked with a concerned expression.
“Who cares?” Poland said flippantly. “This is like the hottest thing since last year’s Christmas orgy.”
Yaoi note Chapter 4 (part 3)
anonymous
July 7 2011, 21:24:01 UTC
It had just gotten hotter too. The relentless thrusts of the gun had forced Switzerland to give up and his hands were all over Germany. The German’s tie and dress shirt had quickly been discarded and his straining cock freed from his pants.
Switzerland’s hand went between them began to work both their lengths. Germany gave a hoarse shout and buried his face in Switzerland’s neck, biting down as he continued to work the gun within the smaller nation.
Swizterland's legs hooked around Germany's back as they thrust against one another, Switzerland’s hands jerking them both off. He came first as the gun hit that perfect spot inside him. “Deutschland!”
The throaty sound of his name as well as a well-timed twist of the smaller nation’s wrist had Germany following. He collapsed unto Switzerland and the both of them just lay there, breathing hard.
Then a small thump was all that was heard throughout the room. Liechtenstein had apparently passed out. Switzerland (with lightning fast brother reflexes) rushed over to her aid…completely naked.
The room exploded with cheering and wolf whistles. Prussia was telling everyone ‘that’s my brother there’ and Turkey was complaining to Romano that he never got to stick a gun up his butt. There were also a few nations, who considered themselves the sane ones, that had started inching out of the room only to be stopped by Hungary’s glare.
“Man you know what this reminds me of? The seven years war,” Prussia sighed nostalgically to Austria.
Austria blushed. “I…I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Germany pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped as much of the mess of the table as possible. He then tossed the now-ruined fabric in the trash and handed Switzerland his clothes which were accepted with a muttered thanks and a lack of eye contact. Germany then pulled on his own shirt and sat down in his chair like nothing had happened.
Only his hair was mussed, his cheeks flushed and he didn’t try to interfere for the rest of the meeting.
A/N: History notes: 1466- Second Peace of Thorn. Made Prussia part of Poland. 7 Years War- Also called the war of Austrian sucession. Was very complicated and was fought just about everywhere. Prussia was against Austria. They both lost and gained territories. My headcanon says that there was some serious nation hate sex going on in this period of history.
So pretty long author note for a chapter with only one pairing. First off I wanted to pair someone with Switzerland because Liechtenstein would totally want to see it and also gun play is super hot. The prompt asked for Germany and so I just shoved them together. I rather like them as a couple for some reason and I might have created a new OTP for myself by accident. It’s canon that Germany is into some kinky stuff and it’s my headcanon that Switzerland is a little too fond of his firearms.
Secondly, my guilty pleasure pairing is Lili/Hungary. There is not enough fem!slash on this meme and I can just see some sort of weird relationship there. Sorry for imposing a little of that here.
Thirdly, I realize this chapter is probably the least cracky of the lot and I hope that’s okay. It turned out a little more intense than I intended. First time writing such a long smut scene so tell me if it sucks. Future chapters will have more humor I promise. As to that I’m expecting one more chapter and then an epilogue of sorts with the aftermath. I’m a sucker for happy endings so expect some fluff.
Lastly, I love all of you who comment and I’m glad you’re enjoying the fill. And if you haven’t already, check out the other fill for this prompt because it promises to outshine mine by a longshot.
“You know you wanna,” Turkey repeated, this time in a husky whisper.
Romano opened his mouth to protest which was a rookie mistake unworthy of him. Turkey delightedly took advantage of Romano’s open mouth to slant his own over it and twist their tongues together. But Romano wasn’t a quitter and he continued to try and complain even though his mouth was entirely occupied.
But Turkey too was stubborn. Though spectators would later note that Romano had bit him hard enough to draw blood, Turkey persisted. He bent Romano over backwards while cradling his neck and he kissed him even more intensely than before. They were a beautiful picture of teeth, lips, and tongues and Romano appeared to fit like a puzzle piece in Turkey’s arms. (Ukraine was pleased to be proven so right).
Romano soon stopped complaining. But he wasn’t quite silenced. Japan (discreetly of course) took out a video camera in order to capture the attractive noises of want emitting from the small Italian.
The kiss lingered far longer than the other’s; only breaking apart when Turkey reasoned with himself that public sex was likely to end in no sex for months.
The applause was deafening. Romano blushed and buried his head in Turkey’s shoulder which caused a small squeal of delight from Belgium.
“Such beauty,” France said, wrapping an arm around Hungary’s shoulders. “I believe I have a new appreciation for your obsession interest in this art form. I should very much like to be part of it.”
Hungary neatly sidestepped France’s arm. She gave him a skeptical look. France attempted to look as innocent as possible.
Hungary looked up and down France, examining his person. He was not her top choice but a male body was a male body. Anyways if she didn’t consent France was likely to ruin everything. “Alright, who do you want?” she said with a sigh. “England? Spain? China? Maybe Canada?”
France waved his hands dismissively. “Been there done that. Try for a little originality.”
“China? Really?” Hungary said, distracted momentarily. “Oh never mind. It’s probably easier to just ask you who you haven’t slept with.”
France thought hard. He examined the assembled nations and one by one rejected each of them. Then a face caught his attention and he smiled. “I’ve never been with him,” he said, pointing.
“Oh hell no! Not even in your kinkiest dreams Frenchie,” Poland said
Hungary chewed on her lower lip. “I’m not sure France, is there someone else?”
France wore his stubborn face which was a mixture of charmingly bared teeth and a gaze as hard as steel. “I have eyes only for my dear Poland.”
“Hungary you aren’t seriously gonna let the pervert molest me, are you? He doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near such gorgeousness.”
“No one else?” she asked again, not looking at Poland.
“No one,” France said firmly
Hungary whipped out her pen and wrote something quickly. Better get this over with, she reasoned with a heavy heart. Occasionally sacrifices had to be made in pursuit of man love.
“What the fuck?” Poland yelled, backing away as France sauntered over to him. He hit the wall, preventing him from escaping. “You bitch! I’m never braiding your hair again and forget ever…”
Poland was silenced by France’s tongue. That actually was relief to the effeminate Pole. He had thought Hungary had written something besides their names but apparently it was just going to be a good old-fashioned make-out.
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“Oh well, glad that’s over. It could’ve been…WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?” Poland shrieked as France’s tongue traced a path from his neck down to his ribs, where he placed a kiss on each one through the fabric of Poland’s t-shirt (Poland scorned formal dress codes)
France answered with a slight lick to Poland’s belly button which caused the nation to let out a breathy noise that was half laughter and half a moan. France listened to the noise with interest and then repeated the motion.
Definitely more moan than laugh. Good, Francis thought, he had never liked ticklish partners. His hands reached up under the t-shirt to toy with Poland’s nipples as he unbuttoned his jeans with his teeth and pulled down the zipper. Poland was too busy muttering things in fevered Polish to protest when France tugged the jeans down in a rapid motion.
France’s jaw dropped and a ripple of shock went through the room. Switzerland firmly covered Lichtenstein’s eyes, ignoring her protests.
“Ve, why is Poland wearing girl’s underwear?” Italy asked, tugging on Germany’s sleeve.
Germany had no answer but Poland was indeed wearing panties. They were bright red with white lace edging and France found himself rather enchanted with them, as well as with the obvious erection concealed beneath them.
“What?” said Poland shrugging, “They match my flag.” If anyone had been watching him, they would have seen Lithuania bang his head against the wall.
But of course no one was watching Lithuania as they found their eyes rather occupied with watching France slowly run his tongue along the waistband of Poland’s panties. France had never before appreciated another nation’s patriotism so much.
He gently removed Poland’s cock from the scrap of fabric, careful not to damage the pretty underwear. Cameras flashed once again as France ran his tongue from base to tip. He gave the head a kiss before tonguing the slit lovingly. Poland let out a shout and buried his hands in Francis’ hair as the other nation continued his ministrations.
France understood very little Polish but he believed that Poland might just be begging him for more. (Germany whose Polish was perfect unfortunately understood every word and could have confirmed this suspicion). France rewarded Poland by swallowing all of his length. He then pinned his slender hips down and began to work his length like a pro.
France chuckled darkly at the resulting stream of curses and moans. Poland really was quite noisy. He had always been quite good at this and it was so nice to have appreciation so verbally expressed. Then France felt Poland beginning to come and he quickly retreated to the head of his cock where he sucked. Hard.
Poland came with a yell and France swallowed every last drop because goddamnit he was France and he had a reputation to uphold.
Regrettably it appeared that Hungary’s instructions had been rather one-sided because instead of returning the favor on a now rather hot-and-bothered France, Poland kicked him and swore loudly to murder him in his sleep.
“That is rather unkind,” France said rubbing his shoulder, “considering what I just did for you.”
Hungary, meanwhile, was deciding that the sacrifice of hair-braiding for all time would be worth seeing that lovely picture. And judging by the amount of nations who had recorded the act, she would be able to relive it from a variety of angles for a long time to come.
Not everyone approved though. “This needs to stop now!” bellowed Germany. “This is unacceptable behavior, Miss Hungary. Hand over that unnatural instrument this instant!”
Hungary wondered why Germany was always so formal. Even Austria was more of a rule breaker than the stern blonde. Then it occurred to her that maybe the reason he was so uptight was that he had yet to experience the beauty of loving another man with his body…
To Be Continued
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Oh well. As usual thank you for your lovely comments. Next up comes (childish snicker) Germany! And the fill gets kinkier and will contain only rare pairs. Yay! I swear I am having way too much fun writing this
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Your writing is excellent and I just seriously in love with this fill, I'm too scared to post what I had written now tis is just too good. Looking forward to Germany's awakening to man love.
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Which at this point, no one really doubted that she was. Except Liechtenstein who was fully prepared to erect a monument in her honor.
“So little Italy it’s your turn.”
Italy looked liked a cornered rabbit as Hungary turned her gaze on him. “But…but why?”
“I have to give Germany some time to recover and I would hate to miss out on seeing your cute face all flushed with desire,” Her tone was similar to the one that people use to talk to dogs. (Do you wanna treat? I bet you do. You’re such a good boy).
Italy looked flattered. “Do you really think I’m cute?
“Yes I do,” Hungary said while writing something in the notebook. “Just adorable. How come no one ever pairs them together?”
“Who?” said Italy, peeking over her shoulder at the notebook. When he saw the name that was written he gave a Ve of happiness.
He then ran to Spain and tackled him. “Yay! I get to kiss Spain.”
Italy tilted up his face. “Kiss! Kiss!” he demanded.
Spain looked down at him and said sadly “I can’t Feli.”
“Why not?” said Italy, suddenly looking on the verge of tears (his emotions could give a person whiplash).
“Because you’re my boyfriend and Hungary says the book doesn’t work like that.”
“But,” Italy pouted, “fratello and Turkey got to kiss. Why can’t we?”
“Wait a minute,” Romano interrupted, “you two are a fucking couple?”
“Yep,” they both said happily. Spain, now convinced that kissing Italy was okay, decided to do just that.
Romano looked horrified. “It’s like a huge bunch of stupid all in one place. How can they even function? I’m pretty sure Spain can’t tie shoes either,” he said to Turkey.
“Didn’t you say he always thought your brother was cuter?” Turkey said absently, watching the two nations who even made out in a way that could only be called cheerful.
“Yeah and you know what I bet it’s that pedophile thing. I mean it’s not Feli looks like he’s above twelve.”
Turkey decided not to comment as Romano hardly looked any older. He was spared suspicious scrutiny for his silence because Romano was too busy trying to scratch his own eyes out.
Italy and Spain had decided to discard all their clothing. Stripping was one of Italy’s only true skills. He could make delicious pasta, run very fast when in danger, and get naked fast enough to make your head spin. Romano’s head was indeed spinning but that may have been from sheer shock. Apparently Spain had picked up his brother’s skill in undressing.
“What are you doing you idiots?” he yelled in horror.
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“Ooh what as?” asked Spain curiously, just like he wasn’t sitting naked on the conference room floor with some very interested spectators trying to get a good look at the famous ass.
“A…a teacher…and student,” Hungary said faintly, unable to believe her luck. If they were this willing to have sex in front of everyone then she should have no problem sitting in on her own.
“I want to be the student!” Italy said pulling out a chair and sitting on it.
Spain slowly got up off the floor and stood before Italy (several delighted gasps were heard from behind him). “But Feli, if we are in school, then why are we naked?”
Italy pondered this seriously.
“For god’s sake, just pretend you’re in a nudist colony. Seriously,” said Poland, annoyed at the lack of smut occurring in front of him.
“Good idea,” said Spain beaming. “Ready?” he said to Italy.
“Yep,” said Italy bouncing in his chair.
“Alrighty then.”
Then Spain approached the chair and his stride suddenly evened out and his face grew stern. “Mr. Vargas you do realize that your grades have been slipping. You do know that our colony has very high standards and you are not upholding them.” He began pacing around Italy. “I have noticed that you don’t pay very much attention.”
“It’s just I…” Italy said his demeanor changing from cheerful to scared and embarrassed.
“Speak up!” barked Spain.
Italy gulped and continued. “I just have these distracting thoughts sometimes. It makes it hard to concentrate.”
Spain paused in his pacing. He leaned down and whispered in Italy’s ear, “What sort of distracting thoughts, Vargas?”
Italy squirmed in his seat. “I don’t want to say, Sir.”
“Don’t be afraid to tell me.” Spain’s hands moved to Italy’s shoulders, stroking them comfortingly. “I’m your teacher, you can tell me anything.”
“It’s just… I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to do…these things to you. I just dream about them all class long,” Italy looked up with vulnerable eyes at Spain. “What should I do sir?”
Spain looked at him for a long moment and then smiled. Not his usual sunny smile but one that was far more predatory. He moved away from Italy and renewed his pacing.
“Tell me about these things Mr. Vargas. Don’t be shy. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Italy nervously licked his lips. “I want to lick your neck,” he said blushing. “It’s so tan and it looks really tasty. And I want to…to grab your shoulders, they look so strong, and kiss you.” His eyes went to Spain’s lips. “Ve, I want to kiss you really badly.” He voice broke.
Spain just smiled. “Go on.”
“When you write things on the board I can’t help but watch your ass…”
“I didn’t quite catch that. Repeat it,” Spain said sternly.
“I said your ass, Sir. I want…I want to grab it. I want to pull it over towards me. I would lick down your spine and then to your tailbone. I wouldn’t be able to help myself. I would leave little bites all along your beautiful ass. Then I would spread the cheeks apart and I would…” Italy broke off with a gasp. He was running a hand down his growing erection.
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“I’m so sorry Mr. Carriedo, sir” Italy said shamefaced.
“Now, now, don’t worry about a thing,” said Spain, tilting Italy’s head up to meet his eyes while his hand went to his thigh, thumb stroking the slightly trembling flesh. “We’ll get rid of that problem for you, won’t we?”
Italy nodded slowly. He kept on nodding until their mouths met in a slow heated kiss. Italy whimpered as Spain moved away, standing up. He indicated that Italy should move off the chair.
“Now kneel and show me what you’ve been thinking about when you should have been paying attention.”
Italy did as he was told. His tongue lapped at Spain’s cock; almost hesitantly at first but quickly growing more eager, causing Spain to let out a low moan. His warm and wet mouth engulfed the head and sucked, teasing the slit with small licks. Italy’s hands held his hips steady and his fingers wrapped around to lightly grab Spain’s ass.
Spain was forced to stop all this after a minute or so. “We still haven’t removed your problem,” he said chidingly. Then his voice grew firm. “Turn around and get on all fours, spread your legs for me.”
“Yes sir,” said Italy, meekly doing as he was told.
Spain, eyes fixed on the lovely spectacle before him, made a gesture that France correctly interpreted. He tossed Spain a small bottle of lube that he had in his suit pocket. Spain caught it without once looking away from Italy.
“This is why you are the country of passion, not of romance. Romance requires planning,” France said snidely.
Spain did not answer (then anyways, he later challenged France to a duel) but instead remained in the fantasy.
Italy was growing impatient. He wiggled his ass in invitation, giving a small whimper of need. “Please Mr. Carriedo.”
“Please, what?” purred Spain, kneeling down, hands hovering teasingly over Italy’s hips.
“Please touch me. Fuck me. Please!”
“Good boy,” said Spain, rewarding Italy by slipping a lubed finger into him and then a second, scissoring them causing Italy to mew attractively. When he inserted the third finger, Italy practically screamed with pleasure.
“Sounds like you’re ready for me,” Spain said, leaning over once more to whisper in Italy’s ear. “Are you ready for me, Mr. Vargas?”
Italy just panted as Spain shallowly thrust his fingers within him.
“That won’t do Mr. Vargas,” Spain said, stilling his fingers. “I require an answer.”
Italy tried to thrust backwatds but was thwarted. “Yes,” he gasped out, “yes I’m ready for you.”
“Good,” said Spain approvingly as he removed his fingers.
Italy was about to complain but Spain quickly replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. He inched
in slowly until their hips were touching.
Romano had by this point gone catatonic. Turkey attempted to drag him away (though admittedly not very hard as he had always wanted to see the other Italy naked and Romano had outlawed incestuous threesomes) as Spain started thrusting into Italy but Romano was firmly rooted, an expression of detached horror on his face.
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“I think that qualifies as extra credit” Spain said, smiling.
“Yay!” said Italy brightly. “You make a good teacher España.”
“You think so? No one ever wants me around children for some reason.”
“That’s silly. I would learn a lot in your class I bet.” Italy said climbing onto Spain’s lap.
“But they just were so…how do you do that?” Canada asked with a disturbed look on his face.
“What?” they chorused innocently.
“He means act like people who weren’t idiots and then go acting all stupid again,” Poland said bluntly.
“I have no idea what he’s talking about,” Italy said, hugging Spain. “Do you?”
“Nope,” Spain said cheerfully.
Germany was forcibly reminded that he has never been sure that Italy’s stupidity wasn’t all just a very clever act and that Spain for all his seeming innocence had a very bloody past and had done quite enough to prove that beneath all the smiles there was a shrewd cunning. Germany decided he was glad he was friends with Italy. If the other nation took over the world with his ex-empire lover Germany was sure to at least get good trade benefits.
A/N First off I apologize for any mistakes. I'm having technology difficulties. So I know I said two more chapters last time but Italy and Spain decided they wanted to have sex too so there will be two more chapters after this one. The final pairing will be Netherlands/Denmark with a surprise side pairing. Then comes the epilogue with all my fluffy goodness. Also I kinda love Italy and Spain together. Adorably oblivious in such a way that makes me think they are actually very very smart. Also don’t ask me why the two established pairings were both Italian. That was an accident. Finally, to the delightful anon who requested AmeCuba I wrote you a minifill (yay plot bunnies) but it is trapped on my laptop and my USB drive literally shattered so I will get it to you eventually.
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That was...wow, extremely hot. I think I might have a slight teacher/student role-play kink after all and those two are hot together (dat ass, Spain). I totally agree with your head cannon, I like to think of most characters having sneaky manipulative sides, my head-canon for Canada in particular is extremely messed up.
I came across another story by you (not a stalker, honest, I was on a FACE spree) and it is amazingly funny, I've got it bookmarked.
Looking forward to Den/Neth, yay for extra chapters!
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(probably shattered due to hotness)
:D This was kind of awesomely awesome. The whole exchange with the lube and France was freaking gold, and Poland's "come on and fuck" attitude just makes me sooo happy. I laughed out loud on more than one occasion - especially about Germany and his "trade benefits"
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“Excuse me,” said Liechtenstein, tugging lightly on Hungary’s sleeve.
“Yes?” Hungary asked as she smiled down at the delicate nation. Liechtenstein was her favorite protégé and also really cute. She was so cute in fact that Hungary had debated breaking her man love rule and placing cameras in Lili’s room as well as her brother’s.
Liechtenstein blushed and Hungary regretted her eventual decision to not put the cameras in. She was just so adorable when she went all pink like that. “I…I was wondering if I could make a request?” Lili said softly to her shoes.
“Of course,” Hungary said warmly.
Liechtenstein blushed even harder and leaned up to whisper something in Hungary’s ear.
Hungary’s expression was first surprised and then delighted. “Oh Lili, I never would have thought…I have never been so proud!”
Liechtenstein blushed again, this time with pleasure.
Hungary bent her head over the ostentatious notebook and began scribbling. When she finished, she presented it to Lichtenstein who grew pinker and pinker as she read what was written. She nodded vehemently to express her approval.
“Excuse me,” Japan said quietly, “where should I point my camera?”
Hungary smiled and approached Germany, saying over her shoulder “I would watch Lili’s brother if I were you.” Then Hungary pressed a bottle of lube (where she had hidden it no one could say) into Germany’s hands. “You are going to want this.”Germany flushed in embarrassment but he took the bottle, tucking it into his suit pocket.
Then he began the inevitable walk towards Hungary’s (and Liechtenstein’s) latest victim. Switzerland did not attempt to run as Germany approached him. He held his ground, a soldier’s determination in the face of inevitable battle.
“I apologize for the indignity,” Germany said stiffly as he removed Switzerland’s hat and jacket.
Switzerland didn’t answer, merely looking over Germany’s shoulder and standing passively as a series of kisses were pressed along his jaw and exposed collar bone, Germany’s hand at the back of his neck stroking small circles.
A furrow appeared in Germany’s forehead.
Germany disliked being ignored. And, though rumor would say otherwise, Germany was rather confident about his prowess in the bedroom. Precise attention to detail and perfectionism had their uses after all. He didn’t expect Switzerland to be comfortable in front of all the other nations or even to necessarily to be enjoying himself but some acknowledgement would be nice.
So Germany upped the ante. He pulled Switzerland’s shirt off in one clear motion, hands going to the newly exposed nipples and pinched. Switzerland let out a hiss but he didn’t move. Nor did he budge when Germany licked and nibbled a trail from shoulder to shoulder while still toying with his nipples.
His stillness irritated Germany. He moved so that their faces were nose to nose. For the first time Switzerland met his eyes. His own were filled with defiance but also with lust. Yet still he did not move. They just stood there staring at each other, both unwilling to back down.
Then something in Germany snapped. He picked up Switzerland and laid him out on the table, scattering agendas that he had carefully crafted and notes he had forced the others to take. He gazed at the lithe body before him and made a low sound that might have been a growl. Then he leaned down and devoured Switzerland’s mouth.
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“Never,” said Switzerland with a rebellious tilt to his chin that only served to emphasize the line of his throat.
Germany’s gaze fell to the exposed skin and he smirked. Then Switzerland’s will was really tested. He had always had such a damn sensitive neck.
Germany bit down just a little too hard in all the most responsive places and then soothed the angry skin with his tongue.
But Switzerland had a will of iron. He may not have ever been an empire or a great world power but he was solid and he had pride. He would not bend to Hungary’s perverse wishes or Germany’s erotic demands no matter how great the temptation.
Germany withdrew in frustration once more. “Touch me,” he once again ordered. Switzerland was panting now and obviously turned on but he wasn’t a quitter.
Neither was Germany. However, under usual circumstances, Germany wouldn’t have gone so far as to pull out one of Switzerland’s guns and place it to its owner’s chin. But Hungary’s instructions had been rather explicit and Germany was bound by those rules.
“Is that really safe?” asked Canada but he was ignored. The voice of reason is always ignored.
Switzerland and Germany were far beyond concerns of safety. Germany was going to make Switzerland beg for it, no matter what.
The gun caused Switzerland’s head to tilt up once more, revealing the series of slowly blossoming bruises that Germany had left along his neck.
“Are you going to touch me or not?” Germany snarled. Switzerland’s eyes flashed with a mixture of desire and anger.
“Go to hell,” Switzerland said in rough German.
Germany was done playing nice. He kept the gun where it was as he uncapped the lube with his teeth, pouring it on Switzerland’s stomach causing him to flinch at the cold. Germany then covered his fingers in the fluid and, without ceremony, yanked down Switzerland’s pants.
He went commando. “Ha,” Prussia said, perking up for the first time. “That’s a real man for you, no freaking girly underwear. None at all, that’s the way to go.”
Poland would have punched Prussia and showed him just how manly he could be (remember 1466 bitch) but he was too busy watching Germany slowly insert a finger into Switzerland who was doing his best not to squirm.
He failed to hold still when Germany found his prostate and ruthlessly thrust against it with first one then two fingers. Switzerland couldn’t help the moan that escaped him as his back arched off the table.
“Oh yeah, he’s real manly,” Poland drawled as Germany reduced Switzerland to a writhing, incoherent mess.
But Switzerland’s hands remained at his side. They were clawing at the wood of the desk instead of Germany’s back. So Germany had no choice. “Look at me,” he growled in German. Green eyes met steel blue. Germany took the gun then and trailed it along Switzerland’s neck and down his belly. Switzerland watched as though mesmerized as the gun moved lower and lower until it brushed against his erection.
A breathy plea escaped him but Germany did not linger there long. He moved the gun until it was positioned just where Germany (and Hungary and Lichtenstein) wanted it. His gaze shot up to Germany’s.
“You wouldn’t,” Switzerland said, narrowing his eyes.
Germany smiled then, an unusual occurrence. “You know I don’t really have a
choice,” he said but with a notable lack of remorse. Then he thrust the gun inside of the smaller nation.
“Is the safety on?” Lithuania asked with a concerned expression.
“Who cares?” Poland said flippantly. “This is like the hottest thing since last year’s Christmas orgy.”
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Switzerland’s hand went between them began to work both their lengths.
Germany gave a hoarse shout and buried his face in Switzerland’s neck, biting down as he continued to work the gun within the smaller nation.
Swizterland's legs hooked around Germany's back as they thrust against one another, Switzerland’s hands jerking them both off. He came first as the gun hit that perfect spot inside him. “Deutschland!”
The throaty sound of his name as well as a well-timed twist of the smaller nation’s wrist had Germany following. He collapsed unto Switzerland and the both of them just lay there, breathing hard.
Then a small thump was all that was heard throughout the room. Liechtenstein had apparently passed out. Switzerland (with lightning fast brother reflexes) rushed over to her aid…completely naked.
The room exploded with cheering and wolf whistles. Prussia was telling everyone ‘that’s my brother there’ and Turkey was complaining to Romano that he never got to stick a gun up his butt. There were also a few nations, who considered themselves the sane ones, that had started inching out of the room only to be stopped by Hungary’s glare.
“Man you know what this reminds me of? The seven years war,” Prussia sighed nostalgically to Austria.
Austria blushed. “I…I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Germany pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped as much of the mess of the table as possible. He then tossed the now-ruined fabric in the trash and handed Switzerland his clothes which were accepted with a muttered thanks and a lack of eye contact. Germany then pulled on his own shirt and sat down in his chair like nothing
had happened.
Only his hair was mussed, his cheeks flushed and he didn’t try to interfere for the rest of the meeting.
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History notes: 1466- Second Peace of Thorn. Made Prussia part of Poland.
7 Years War- Also called the war of Austrian sucession. Was very complicated and was fought just about everywhere. Prussia was against Austria. They both lost and gained territories. My headcanon says that there was some serious nation hate sex going on in this period of history.
So pretty long author note for a chapter with only one pairing. First off I wanted to pair someone with Switzerland because Liechtenstein would totally want to see it and also gun play is super hot. The prompt asked for Germany and so I just shoved them together. I rather like them as a couple for some reason and I might have created a new OTP for myself by accident. It’s canon that Germany is into some kinky stuff and it’s my headcanon that Switzerland is a little too fond of his firearms.
Secondly, my guilty pleasure pairing is Lili/Hungary. There is not enough fem!slash on this meme and I can just see some sort of weird relationship there. Sorry for imposing a little of that here.
Thirdly, I realize this chapter is probably the least cracky of the lot and I hope that’s okay. It turned out a little more intense than I intended. First time writing such a long smut scene so tell me if it sucks. Future chapters will have more humor I promise. As to that I’m expecting one more chapter and then an epilogue of sorts with the aftermath. I’m a sucker for happy endings so expect some fluff.
Lastly, I love all of you who comment and I’m glad you’re enjoying the fill. And if you haven’t already, check out the other fill for this prompt because it promises to outshine mine by a longshot.
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