Amnesie? Pt 3/4
anonymous
August 3 2009, 21:17:30 UTC
"Italy?! What the heck are you doing? Why are you dressed like that?"
Germany was so cute when he blushed.
"Look at me, Japan lent me this."
Hungary lent me her clothes. Please remember that.
"I don't care, just change that attire! and Get OUT!"
No reaction. Italy, you're not going to run away this time. You must find out if your suspicions were true.
"I'll go. But here" I took of my panties, gracefully, as Japan taught me from his H-movies. Those were frilled panties, which looked like the ones I used to wear at the time "take this. Think of them as you'd think of me."
Hahahahaaa! I shouldn't laugh! Germany is red! So red, he makes tomatoes look pale.
Focus, Italy! This is a serious time! You are on a special mission!
"Since the 900s..."
No answer. Germany was extremely red, holding my panties as if they'd break easily. Perhaps, he was remembering, yay!
Now, the last proof.
"Don't go... please" I leaned forward and stood on my toes so that I could kiss him. His lips were warm... Wait. There's something wet touching my lips and pulling them away. Wha- When the Holy Roman Empire kissed me, I'm sure the didn't insert his tongue. He should have, because it feels sooo goood. I did the same. Perhaps this was a welcome kiss from his memories which returned.
He embraced me and started walking, pushing me from our position. I was gently laid on the bed, still not breaking the kiss. The Holy Roman Empire is so intelligent. Kissing like this is easier when you are on the bed.
I feel a warm, calloused hand caressing my stomach and lifting my skirt.
"Iaaaaa!" I gave the same scream I used to give whenever he looked at me with stalker eyes.
"Italy! What's wrong?! Should I stop?"
Eh? The Holy Roman Empire wouldn-... He would recognize the scream and be happy about it. After all, he loved that scream.
Does that mean-
No it must be my imagination.
"I'm okay... Holy Roman Empire..."
"Holy Roman Empire?"
Germany seemed confused. Yeah, Germany because I finally realized that he wasn't the Holy Roman Empire.
Germany was so cute when he blushed.
"Look at me, Japan lent me this."
Hungary lent me her clothes. Please remember that.
"I don't care, just change that attire! and Get OUT!"
No reaction. Italy, you're not going to run away this time. You must find out if your suspicions were true.
"I'll go. But here" I took of my panties, gracefully, as Japan taught me from his H-movies. Those were frilled panties, which looked like the ones I used to wear at the time "take this. Think of them as you'd think of me."
Hahahahaaa! I shouldn't laugh! Germany is red! So red, he makes tomatoes look pale.
Focus, Italy! This is a serious time! You are on a special mission!
"Since the 900s..."
No answer. Germany was extremely red, holding my panties as if they'd break easily. Perhaps, he was remembering, yay!
Now, the last proof.
"Don't go... please" I leaned forward and stood on my toes so that I could kiss him. His lips were warm... Wait. There's something wet touching my lips and pulling them away. Wha- When the Holy Roman Empire kissed me, I'm sure the didn't insert his tongue. He should have, because it feels sooo goood. I did the same. Perhaps this was a welcome kiss from his memories which returned.
He embraced me and started walking, pushing me from our position. I was gently laid on the bed, still not breaking the kiss. The Holy Roman Empire is so intelligent. Kissing like this is easier when you are on the bed.
I feel a warm, calloused hand caressing my stomach and lifting my skirt.
"Iaaaaa!" I gave the same scream I used to give whenever he looked at me with stalker eyes.
"Italy! What's wrong?! Should I stop?"
Eh? The Holy Roman Empire wouldn-... He would recognize the scream and be happy about it. After all, he loved that scream.
Does that mean-
No it must be my imagination.
"I'm okay... Holy Roman Empire..."
"Holy Roman Empire?"
Germany seemed confused. Yeah, Germany because I finally realized that he wasn't the Holy Roman Empire.
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