Curls & Beer 4/?
anonymous
April 3 2009, 22:16:26 UTC
Once back inside the room, he signed for the two brothers to sit down on the bed, and eyed them carefully. “Now.... yes... sit...” “Hurry up, po...” Lovino started, but restrained himself. “Can you tell already.” “Eine sekunde, eine sekunde.” Ludwig mused, turning back to the door, turning the key in its lock and putting it in his pocket. “Wait, what are you doing you schnietzel for brain!” Lovino shouted, jumping up. All the while, Feliciano had sat quietly behind him in both the bar and on the bed, waiting for Ludwig to identify him. “Sha-utt up.” Ludwig slurred, turning around and pushing the surprised Lovino back on the bed. “What are you trying to do?!” “Screw th.....” He paused thinking deeply, “identify you.” He highfived himself in his mind, man, that was a brilliant save. “Now... I need to make a better.. inspection.” He stated sagely, moving forwards to the brothers, settling on the bed with them. Quite suddenly he put his hands beneath Feliciano's shirt, gingerly touching the nipple of the surprised country. “WHAT ARE YOU--!” Lovino started, but Ludwig cut him off. “Now this part feels quite hot,” he stated, tenderly rubbing the area around it, causing Feliciano to shiver and squirm slightly. “But.... all of Italy is hot, great for holidiahhss...” He added slurring, then shook his head. He moved a bit closer, pulling up the shirt with one hand, pressing against the startled Feliciano, who was at this point blushing heavily and looking over at Lovino and clearly generally thinking this is not such a good idea. “Nii-channn...” “You... You potato bastard! Stop this instant, we... you're not doing it right!.... this was not as...” “Schweigen.” Ludwig interrupted him. “I'll compare you in a moment, ja?” He said, pulling his arms back from underneath Feliciano's shirt and turned to Lovino, who was looking at him with what he took as temptatively, but was actually more along the lines of digust and 'don't-you-even-think-of-it-beer-breath'. Ludwig moved to him, one arm reaching out to a struggling Lovino, who already had both arms outstretched to push him away, ineffectively kicking him out of protest. Ludwig who was considerably larger than Lovino managed to pass through the feeble Italian defense, only having to use a stick to guide him and grabbed him by his collar. “You win! You win! This was not the meaning of the challenge! Capice? Stop this! We.... we have family in Berlin!” “I said Schweige.” Ludwig replied, roughly pulling him closer, invading Lovino's mouth violently. A murmurred protest arose, Lovino's fist pounding against his chest. Ludwig silenced it quickly by biting roughly on the countries tongue, shutting him up enough for him to let his hand slide into Lovino's pants, with surprising adeptness unbuttoning it along the way.
Curls & Beer 5/?
anonymous
April 3 2009, 22:18:55 UTC
Lovino gasped, becoming as red as a tomato as Ludwig's stray hand started reaching down, and his tongue was still caught up in fruitlessly trying to resist the one of the German man and he was not quite sure which of his invaded regions needed priority in protection from his hand and instead flailed them around in the middle, pushing against the toned chest before him. Despite his, granted not the most effective, efforts the hand quickly wandered down to his vital regions and quickly grabbed hold of Sicily. He worked his fingers around it, carefully stroking and caressing, making Lovino shiver and blush violently. He pulled his face away, turning to Feliciano, who had looked on in half-shock. “Now for zee comparison.” He mused, pulling Feliciano a bit closer and invading his pants too. Both of the Italian countries seemed to surprised, shocked (or perhaps secretly aroused) to do anything back at this point. He stroked both of them for an extended period of time, muttering in german, and finally leaned in a bit closer to Feliciano, kissing him softly, moving the other hand out of Lovino's pants and under Feliciano's shirts. He gave a few rougher kisses, then smiled.
Curls & Beer 6/6
anonymous
April 3 2009, 22:25:18 UTC
“From.... personal.... professional... good... tourist... experience....” He slurred, trying to find the words. “I can say that.... was.... the tower of Pisa....” Lovino looked at him, horrified. Ludwig continued caressing it with one hand, “which is... in Tuscany.... “ Feliciano shivered, blushing violently, his haircurl suddenly springing up from its constraints. Ludwig grinned, useing two fingers to twist it softly, causing the country to moan softly. “Which makes you.... North..... Fe... Feli... Feliciano...” He may have not gotten it in one go, but at least he remembered one name. He turned to Lovino, who was looking back at him, flabbergasted. “Which makes you....” He said pointing a shaky finger. “.... South... Lo... Ro... Lo... Tomato face...” He grinned, leaning back against Feliciano, one hand still resting in the Northern brother's pants. At this point Lovino started spouting curses in Italian, trying to fling himself past Ludwig, who promptly held out one arm to stop him, pull him towards him and use one finger to search through the countries hair till he managed to flick out the curl out of its hiding space, causing a violent shiver in Lovino. He grinned, pulling the southern brother towards him till he was leaning over his lap, and the northern brother was still pressed next to him. He lightly licked the end of Lovino's curl. “This challenge hasn't finished yet, ja?....” He mused, knowing the room key was safely tucked away. He paused, something was missing, something that would make the Italian brothers understand immediately, especially Lovino. Capice? No... something else. “Vespa.” He said sagely, that seemed about right. In his mind, he high-fived Gilbert.
Re: Curls & Beer 6/6
anonymous
July 11 2009, 12:03:23 UTC
.___. All right. This....WAS AWESOME....but me and my other anonymous friend....are confused about the vespa thing. Please, SOMEONE tell us what we've missed. D8
“Hurry up, po...” Lovino started, but restrained himself. “Can you tell already.”
“Eine sekunde, eine sekunde.” Ludwig mused, turning back to the door, turning the key in its lock and putting it in his pocket.
“Wait, what are you doing you schnietzel for brain!” Lovino shouted, jumping up. All the while, Feliciano had sat quietly behind him in both the bar and on the bed, waiting for Ludwig to identify him.
“Sha-utt up.” Ludwig slurred, turning around and pushing the surprised Lovino back on the bed.
“What are you trying to do?!”
“Screw th.....” He paused thinking deeply, “identify you.” He highfived himself in his mind, man, that was a brilliant save. “Now... I need to make a better.. inspection.” He stated sagely, moving forwards to the brothers, settling on the bed with them. Quite suddenly he put his hands beneath Feliciano's shirt, gingerly touching the nipple of the surprised country.
“WHAT ARE YOU--!” Lovino started, but Ludwig cut him off.
“Now this part feels quite hot,” he stated, tenderly rubbing the area around it, causing Feliciano to shiver and squirm slightly. “But.... all of Italy is hot, great for holidiahhss...” He added slurring, then shook his head. He moved a bit closer, pulling up the shirt with one hand, pressing against the startled Feliciano, who was at this point blushing heavily and looking over at Lovino and clearly generally thinking this is not such a good idea.
“Nii-channn...”
“You... You potato bastard! Stop this instant, we... you're not doing it right!.... this was not as...”
“Schweigen.” Ludwig interrupted him. “I'll compare you in a moment, ja?” He said, pulling his arms back from underneath Feliciano's shirt and turned to Lovino, who was looking at him with what he took as temptatively, but was actually more along the lines of digust and 'don't-you-even-think-of-it-beer-breath'. Ludwig moved to him, one arm reaching out to a struggling Lovino, who already had both arms outstretched to push him away, ineffectively kicking him out of protest.
Ludwig who was considerably larger than Lovino managed to pass through the feeble Italian defense, only having to use a stick to guide him and grabbed him by his collar.
“You win! You win! This was not the meaning of the challenge! Capice? Stop this! We.... we have family in Berlin!”
“I said Schweige.” Ludwig replied, roughly pulling him closer, invading Lovino's mouth violently. A murmurred protest arose, Lovino's fist pounding against his chest. Ludwig silenced it quickly by biting roughly on the countries tongue, shutting him up enough for him to let his hand slide into Lovino's pants, with surprising adeptness unbuttoning it along the way.
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He worked his fingers around it, carefully stroking and caressing, making Lovino shiver and blush violently. He pulled his face away, turning to Feliciano, who had looked on in half-shock.
“Now for zee comparison.” He mused, pulling Feliciano a bit closer and invading his pants too. Both of the Italian countries seemed to surprised, shocked (or perhaps secretly aroused) to do anything back at this point.
He stroked both of them for an extended period of time, muttering in german, and finally leaned in a bit closer to Feliciano, kissing him softly, moving the other hand out of Lovino's pants and under Feliciano's shirts. He gave a few rougher kisses, then smiled.
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Ludwig continued caressing it with one hand, “which is... in Tuscany.... “
Feliciano shivered, blushing violently, his haircurl suddenly springing up from its constraints. Ludwig grinned, useing two fingers to twist it softly, causing the country to moan softly.
“Which makes you.... North..... Fe... Feli... Feliciano...” He may have not gotten it in one go, but at least he remembered one name. He turned to Lovino, who was looking back at him, flabbergasted. “Which makes you....” He said pointing a shaky finger. “.... South... Lo... Ro... Lo... Tomato face...” He grinned, leaning back against Feliciano, one hand still resting in the Northern brother's pants.
At this point Lovino started spouting curses in Italian, trying to fling himself past Ludwig, who promptly held out one arm to stop him, pull him towards him and use one finger to search through the countries hair till he managed to flick out the curl out of its hiding space, causing a violent shiver in Lovino. He grinned, pulling the southern brother towards him till he was leaning over his lap, and the northern brother was still pressed next to him. He lightly licked the end of Lovino's curl.
“This challenge hasn't finished yet, ja?....” He mused, knowing the room key was safely tucked away. He paused, something was missing, something that would make the Italian brothers understand immediately, especially Lovino. Capice? No... something else. “Vespa.” He said sagely, that seemed about right. In his mind, he high-fived Gilbert.
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I'm sure this will give me some verrrryyyyy pleasant dreams tonight. >D
ilu ;u; <333
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(Also I loll'd so hard at the vespa thing omg)
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ohhh Germany
recaptcha: "close women"
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And - And - Dear Lord - "We have family in Berlin!" Oh, Lovino, I heart you so much! <3
XD This made me LOL so hard. Thank you Anon. You are freakin' awesome.
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though i think it'd be nice if they had a threesome afterwards too. fufufufufu
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