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It was midday, Japan and Italy had been waiting at Germany's house for the man to return with some important documents... while they'd been waiting, Italy had complained about being bored or something and wandered off, exploring Germany's house here and there... he found a lot of weird things... but most were discarded, until he stumbled upon a simple little set... Enthralled with its cute factor, he'd immediately thrown it on and rushed to show Japan. “Look look what I found~!”
“W-what are you wearing...” Japan choked on his surprise....staring wide eyed at his companion, Italy... sending a shiver down his spine... “Uhm!”Italy wiggled, tugging at the hem of the schoolgirl's skirt... the pleats were fun! And when he spun around-- to which he did so as he thought about it, said pleats would flare out gracefully-- flashing Japan a healthy shot of panties. “A school uniform right?”
Well, to correct himself... he knew precisely what Italy was wearing... and at Italy's display, he only became more horrified... He always thought those uniforms were cute... it was a darker, deeply burried part of Japan... something that seeped out here and there, but he kept hidden from his friends but-- he couldn't help what caught his interest... but what he could do was never dare speak of his strange interests aloud! And here Italy was... practically taunting him with the blue skirt and the girlish titter... was he trying to insult him? Was that it...? “E..r... y-yes... Italy-san but, ...why are you wearing it... i-if I may...” despite the irritation bubbling beneath the surface, he spoke smoothly...
“I found it! It looked cute so~ I wanted to wear it!” Italy explained, in his usual clueless fashion , “Isn't it fun?” he questioned back, further beaming... Japan was baffled, part of him felt as this were some clever ploy... but, no, this was Italy... right? “I-Italy...” he sighed a little “Those are for women.” he tried to explain... to no avail... the empty expression on his companions face only seemed to empty more, now to confusion... “Just women.” Japan tried to illiterate “They are? but~ I can still wear it see! So~” He twirled again.
Before Japan could get another word out, there was Italy... suddenly pausing to give a little gasp. “Japan! Japan!” he cheered, bouncing in place, showing a tremendous amount of energy for someone who only wanted to sleep all day “There were two! You should wear one!!” he threw up his arms in excitement, as though they'd just won the lottery... it was the bestest idea ever!
“I would never.” Japan tried to refuse “Nooo~ooo! You have to!” Italy whined this time, looking terribly upset... “I want Japan and I to match!” his emotions flickered back again, like a burning out bulb... it was so often, that if the man ever wore a mood ring he would surely break it.
It wasn't five minutes later that Japan found himself, red in the face, and dressed the same as Italy... who was gleefully enjoying the fact that they matched... Where did he get this? Japan thought, anxiously... had he been planning it? He'd been planning to make me wear this... how else could you explain the fact there had been one just Japans size... even the silky smooth white panties molding to his loins had a perfect fit... as he watched Italy dance around, he could feel himself slipping further and further from reality.... The soft echo of a voice... someone was calling him....
“Japaaaan~” Italy was calling to his spaced out friend, suddenly grabbing his hands “Dance with me-Ah!” the gesture was met with a sharp instinctive strike of his friend, knocking them both to the ground... Japan poised atop with his hand drawn back, an invisible sword pressed to Italy's throat... he blinked... dumbly, at the confused Italian below him... “Japan~, what are you doing?” he asked... smiling innocently... “You made us fall! Oh-- if you can't dance thats okay~ Germany has two left feet two! I can teach you”
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Japan's will diminished rapidly, listening to the cute thing below him prattle on, “I do not have a fever, Italy-san... p... please remove your hand...” he stammered... letting his eyes shut... perhaps, at this moment, he could understand Germany's usually irritation... as Italy only proceeded to do the opposite... running his fingers up and down to gently caress Japan's cheek. “Wah~Your skin is so soft~” he crooned again...
“Please! Just take this off!” Japan finally snapped, at least as far as Japan could snap... his voice was still soft but his eyes opened... showing a certain sternness to them... “Eh? But why!” Italy whined “We're having so much fuuun~” Japan simply proceeded to take action at this point... “No, we are not, we should be working as Germany instructed” his hands grabbed at the fabric of the shirt, tugging it up, trying to draw it over Italy's head... “I don't wanna work!” Italy whined, in the most nasal voice possible, squirming as the fabric was roughtly tugged over his head “Japaaaaaan!” he cried...
Japan was almost successful... but then Italy stopped complaining... and the top had a small snag. A single strand of hair was caught on it... in his first attempt, Japan simply tried tugging it away... expecting the hair to snap away from the Italian's scalp... but it didn't. And Italy made a strange noise... “Ah...” was the little breathy exclamation as his face turned as red as Japan's already was... “Sto-dooh” he quivered... as Japan worked harder to get the shirt away. “Its stuck Italy-san...” he tried to explain calmly... not understanding the situation at hand...
Italy couldn't protest as Japan's fingers wrapped around the hair... sliding smoothly down until he reached the tip, to try and undo the curl's vice grip on the fuku's button. “Ah...” Italy shuddered hard... eyes shutting, mouth gapping slightly... Almost... Japan worked, “There...” Japan announced, chucking the shirt aside only to yelp as Italy's hips bucked into his own, jolting him forward onto the exposed chest... and furthermore, face to face with the flustered Italy...
“Mmnaah~ Japan...” he whined... “I-- feel funny...” he huffed, unable to keep his eager hips still from grinding into the small barrier of fabric between Japan and his starting erection.... Japan felt a shot roll down his spine... as Italy ground against him, his body found itself becoming feverish... he tried to press himself back but... “Nn....” he choked, covering his own mouth with his hand, things like this... they shouldn't feel good... this shouldn't be happening... but Italy wouldn't stop long enough to let the poor nation get those words out of his mouth.... instead... he could only simply enjoy the rough friction as Italy kept going... picking up a little pace.... alittle curiously... Japans free hand rolled the strand of hair between his fingertips... enticing a little whimper and moan out of Italy's lips... and another roll of his body.
Italy was far too focused on the sensations of his loins to really pay attention to what was happening... and the shudders being sent from Japans fingers on his hair... Italy was a man of the moment, never thinking any further than what he was feeling... now was no different as his hands found themselves on Japan's hips... attempting to keep his grinding partner still enough to get a decent sensation out of it.
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The two, in the middle of Germany's floor... turned to look up.... Perhaps it was true, Italians were contagious... as they both got the same look of fear on their face... Italy, just out of habit... but Japan's was out of sheer humiliation.
Germany stood.... towering over the two, hands now empty where his important papers had once been... the sight was one to behold, the two in sultry school girl outfits, matching one another... Italy's face all a flushed, his shirt tossed idly aside... and moments ago his hips had been working against Japans... The usually strong and confident nation was at a complete loss... what do you do with that? Do you interrupt? Stop them? What?
“Aah... Germany! Don't be mad...” Italy tried to speak amidst his breathy voice “I found these.... I wanted to wear them...” Japan simply stayed silent.... for a moment more, before speaking, “My sincerest apologies Germany-san... I will... l... leave immediately, the only way to make up for this mistake...” he started out darkly... ready to end himself right there... he was about to stand when Germany stepped to the two shaking nations... a firm hand pressing to Japan's shoulder.... “The both of you....” he rumbled, irritably... “....” he didn't say anything else... he didn't know WHAT to say... instead, he just shut his eyes and proceeded to discard his shirt...
Japan's eyes widened in surprise “Germany-san! What are you...” the question that had gotten him into this mess in the first place... He didn't respond... if you can't beat em, join em? Or perhaps the truth was the sight was a little to enticing to resist... as any part of Europe Germany was no exception to strange interest... as much as he, like Japan, kept them buried deep down. “You two are pathetic...” he finally spoke... causing Japan to give a startled gasp... “You'll never get anywhere like that...” he spoke to Italy this time... who only gapped a little... “Get up...” he heaved a heavy sigh, as though what he was doing were some deep chore...
Italy was first... as Germany slid to his knees, inviting the Italian into his arms, his rough fingers plucking across an exposed nipple... immediately getting those earlier writhing motions out of him, “Hold still...” he commanded, causing Italy to bite his lip and cease... His hands didn't stop there, they slid down, cupping the tight rump to press him hard into his lap, causing him to collapse against Germany's frame.... over Italy's shoulder, he glanced to Japan... who was watching with a flush on his face... sending a shiver down the man's spine with an enticing grin...
“Haa...?” Japan gasped, biting into his lip... his fingers gripping tightly into the skirt of his own embarrassing skirt... was he next? Was that what that meant... was it wrong to find himself so eagerly awaiting the attention promised to him within a small glance...
“Germany~” Italy whined.... Germany always knew what to do... he could make this fix, give him that feeling he so desperately wanted, so he pleaded... begged for the release he knew he could receive if Germany were so kind as to give it to him. “Be patient...” Germany sighed, finally stopping his attention to Italy... he leaned backwards, with Italy still rested in his lap... he set his head to the floor, a part of his mind said no-- but the other part reminded him that... well, Japan might go kill himself shortly after if he did anything other wise.... Nng, the things he did for these two... “Come here.” he ordered, giving Japan no choice but to do as told... he shuffled over on his knees. Flinching as Germany's strong hands reached to the inner side of a knee... carefully guiding him until he was hovered over Germany's face.... Japan shivered, even whimpered alittle in embaressment “G..Germany-san... a... are you sure this is...” he couldn't even finish, before a hand intruded within the confines of his skirt. “Hah...” he could only breath, grasping the hem of his skirt like a lifeline.
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Italy was unable to keep from laughing... “Japan, your skirt is talking!” he chimed, though Japan was too busy with his flushed face and shaking hands to really hear Italy's absurd comment... “Italy.”Germany's voice warned, snapping the flimsy man back into place... “Y-yes...” he stammered, lets see... you unbuckle the belt... and mn... He shifted on top of Germany's lap, usually... Germany took off his own pants, and somehow it seemed the simple task was too much for the Italian... but before he could mope out another complaint, Japan leaned forward... dutifully unclasping, unbuttoning, and unzipping as though the three actions were one swift motion... and, as though drawing a katana from it's sheath... Germany was freed from the confines of his tightening pants.
Italy tittered again, moving himself to stand up before Japan now... Okay! He knew what to do next~ lets see... Lubricants, lubricants... the process of retrieving and applying those was fast, and efficient... perhaps the only thing Germany had been able to teach him to do in such a manner, if only because he had once taken long enough to cause Germany to get angry and say 'Forget the lubricant!'
Japan watched, with a gulp, his eyes having fallen half-lidded and hazy from Germany's handy work, only to further be enticed by the show before him... Italy, with only his skirt remaining... reaching up under to catch the panties and slide them down daintily. “Okay! I'm going to do iiiit~” he announced, to the world... lifting his skirt up to bare all, his erection standing proud, as he knelt down to position himself against Germany's length... closing his eyes and flinching as he struggled with keeping his skirt out of the way, while still letting the hardened member slide between his cheeks... ah-- “Mn-nn!” he whimpered, slowly working his way down.
Meanwhile Germany's hands told Japan everything he could have guessed... with each touch of Italy, there had been a slight twitch... and finally, as he felt the Italian engulf him, his movements became tense... jerky, if only he could see Italy now... “Japan-- Move your skirt...” he ordered, a slight irritation in his voice from the obtrusion. Japan instantly complied, raising up his own skirt, to glance to the side in embarrassment as his own erection was set on display for Italy... To which Italy too soonly seemed to notice “Japan's hair is black down there too!” he pointed out, “Italy-san... p.. please...” Japan stuttered, “Germany's is blonde-Wah! ” he had started to continue, only to be shut up by a harsh thrust of Germany's hips “Nnn” he whined... but took the hint for the moment.
Germany stared down his uniform, at Italy... now that he was quiet, he could enjoy the view properly, greedily eyeing the way his flushed, sweaty face looked... the way his curl bounced when he got too impatient and gave a little jump up and back down against Germany's length, and best of all, the way that skirt was being held up like a curtain by his excitement, just the last few inches peaking out... Germany allowed himself a coy grin... Even though he was done though, he ordered for Japan to remain holding the skirt up, “Use Italy as support, if you need to...” he noted kindly, gently grabbing hold of Japan once more to turn it downward, so that he could promptly wrap his lips around with a soft suction. Catching eyes with Italy as he watched Germany's mouth work against Japan, even from his awkward position... as Italy looked longingly, he rewarded him with another buck of his hips up off the floor.
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“Aah~ Japan...” Italy smiled, leaning forward a little as well, giving a soft moan here and there as Germany worked to please him as well as Japan... “We should kiss now~” Italy mumbled softly, in his almost innocent way... but also the slight tinge of sensual suggestion shining through... “Nnh” Japan shuddered, finding Germany far too good at this-- ju.. just how long had he? “Italy..s..san” Japan jerked just slightly, “Th.. this is wrong...” he finally managed, despite how incredibly arousing... it was still wrong, was it not? “It is...? Italy blinked, leaning his face deathly close to Japan's lips... “Ah-- no~ I love Japan~ So... its okay! I love Germany too!” he smiled, sweetly pressing his lips to his third partner's.
Japan gave a little squeak of protest, as Italys lips pressed to his... softly at first, and before he knew it he had worked his tongue into Italy's accepting mouth.... While Italy was letting Germany do all the work downstairs... his tongue did more work than Japan had ever known the man to do in his lifetime... At first, there had been a soft tussle between the two... before Italy pressed Japan back... slowly working his tongue around and under Japan's, leaving no spot untouched... as though Japan were his next tasty bowl of pasta.
The kiss was soon to break, though, as Germany's thrusts became steadily more frantic, eventually leading the Italian to bounce, leaving soft slaps of flesh to sound about the room... and Japan... about to collapse from the assault of sensations he was not used to, pressed his head to Italy's shoulder, in order to keep himself upright...
The next thing Japan knew... he was on Germany's floor, staring up at the ceiling... the threesome panting in exhaustion, Japan had simply rolled to the side... while Italy collapsed forward against Germany's frame. What... ... “What happened...” he mumbled softly, having apparently blacked out in pleasure, his whole body still remained a tingling sensation.
Germany wasted no time in sitting up, pushing Italy off, and recomposing himself... straightening his shirt and pants, brushing his hand over his hair to return it to its former glory... and in a matter of seconds, it was as if he'd never done anything at all. “We should get to these papers.” he stated, moving away to collect them...
“Whaaaat?! Nooo~ I want to sleep... I'm so tired now Germany!” Japan heard Italy start complaining... and blinked... the whole incident... had it even happened? “Italy-san... we should.. do as Germany-san says, there have been enough delays in getting this done...” he stated simply... standing “If you'll excuse me...” he gave a polite bow, so that he could leave, change into his former attire.
...Such strange friends... he thought, giving a small smile to himself.
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I-I-I... I wanna marry you too, anon *blushes*
(If you don't, I'll stalk you for the rest of your life owo)
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