Conqueror of Worlds, prt 3: then Spain [2/2]
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May 21 2009, 04:37:50 UTC
It was several days later, Germany was doing paper work in his office, when a maid said he had a guest. He didn't really have the time, he was trying to help the Spanish people out and now they had to protect France too, as Romano decided that 'justice' had to be done and hired a hit man to take the Frenchman out. It was all quite stressful. The maid was quite insistent however, saying that the guest was quite insistent. "Fine send him in..." Germany growled putting his pen away.
The door opened with a shuttering bang and Spain, who was wearing very strange clothing, walked in with a smile on his face. "Hello Germany." he said, his voice kind but held a strange edge to it he'd never heard on the other's voice before.
"Spain! You shouldn't be up yet, your wounds are still..." he was interrupted by a sword pointed straight in his face. He could only gap at the weapon.
"Germany now belongs to the Spanish!" Spain declared with a wide and cruel grin that the other had never seen on his face before.
"What are you talking about?!" Germany shouted, moving back from the sword.
"Can you not feel it? Your people are on their knees before me and I shall have all your wealth soon!" Spain gave a bark of a laugh.
"My wealth...what are you talking about!?" Germany demanded, reaching for his gun in his desk.
"Your gold, your art, all of it shall be mine!" Spain laughed and before Germany could think of grabbing the gun Spain had iron arm restraints out and had pulled the other forward and locked his hands together.
"What are you doing?! Let go!!" Germany shouted as the other laughed and came up behind him, massaging his back.
"Your hair is like gold...perhaps I will take you as my own..." Spain chuckled and ran his hand down to the other's ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze.
"N-Nein! Stop Spain and let me go!" Germany bellowed while wondering why the hell no one had come to help him. Perhaps this was why his maid was so nervous... That train of thought instantly derailed when he felt a knife slide down his back, cutting his clothes and nicking his skin. "What are you...!?"
"Shhh my golden man...I will not hurt you if you obey..." the Spaniard whispered into his ear hotly as he cut a line straight down Germany's pants, leaving a hole wide enough for him to get into. He quickly uncovered his growing manhood and pushed it against the other's winking hole. "It's alright if you scream...no one will hear you..." he whispered into the other's trembling ear before he entered him in one quick thrust, causing the other to gasp in pain.
It didn't take long before the Spaniard had set up a quick and rough pace inside the other, whispering words of enjoyment into the other's ear who could only gasp or croak back a reply. Just as soon as he'd entered he left leaving the man half laying on his own desk. The Spaniard laughed as he left the room, a cold and cruel laughter that Germany had never heard before.
The door opened with a shuttering bang and Spain, who was wearing very strange clothing, walked in with a smile on his face. "Hello Germany." he said, his voice kind but held a strange edge to it he'd never heard on the other's voice before.
"Spain! You shouldn't be up yet, your wounds are still..." he was interrupted by a sword pointed straight in his face. He could only gap at the weapon.
"Germany now belongs to the Spanish!" Spain declared with a wide and cruel grin that the other had never seen on his face before.
"What are you talking about?!" Germany shouted, moving back from the sword.
"Can you not feel it? Your people are on their knees before me and I shall have all your wealth soon!" Spain gave a bark of a laugh.
"My wealth...what are you talking about!?" Germany demanded, reaching for his gun in his desk.
"Your gold, your art, all of it shall be mine!" Spain laughed and before Germany could think of grabbing the gun Spain had iron arm restraints out and had pulled the other forward and locked his hands together.
"What are you doing?! Let go!!" Germany shouted as the other laughed and came up behind him, massaging his back.
"Your hair is like gold...perhaps I will take you as my own..." Spain chuckled and ran his hand down to the other's ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze.
"N-Nein! Stop Spain and let me go!" Germany bellowed while wondering why the hell no one had come to help him. Perhaps this was why his maid was so nervous... That train of thought instantly derailed when he felt a knife slide down his back, cutting his clothes and nicking his skin. "What are you...!?"
"Shhh my golden man...I will not hurt you if you obey..." the Spaniard whispered into his ear hotly as he cut a line straight down Germany's pants, leaving a hole wide enough for him to get into. He quickly uncovered his growing manhood and pushed it against the other's winking hole. "It's alright if you scream...no one will hear you..." he whispered into the other's trembling ear before he entered him in one quick thrust, causing the other to gasp in pain.
It didn't take long before the Spaniard had set up a quick and rough pace inside the other, whispering words of enjoyment into the other's ear who could only gasp or croak back a reply. Just as soon as he'd entered he left leaving the man half laying on his own desk. The Spaniard laughed as he left the room, a cold and cruel laughter that Germany had never heard before.
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