Full of Surprises [Germany/Italy, Axis Powers Hetalia, NC-17]
Title: Full of Surprises
Author: sabordefresa
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: Italy/Germany
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for anal sex and fluff/WAFF
Word Count: 1,107
Prompt: July 6- Axis Powers Hetalia; Germany/Italy; sex with the ex; Post-WW2 time period (country names preferred)
Summary: After he is left as a shadow of his former self, Germany welcomes an unexpected visitor.
His lands were in shambles.
His lands were in shambles, and nothing America was doing for him, not even giving him money to rebuild his houses and shops, or even going so far as to personally care for his many wounds so they would heal properly, was helping very much to alleviate his pain.
Germany rested on his makeshift old-worn-out-mattress-with-no-boxsprings-under-it bed and sighed. He still couldn’t believe that his crazy boss (now dead) had made him do such horrible things; the yelling and screaming of innocent people waiting to die echoed through his mind. He felt so very guilty, and yet he could do nothing but wallow in his own grief, and wait for his wounds to heal, hoping America would show up again with either money for food or some sort of aid for his oddly stiff right knee, which his Great Dane lazily sniffed at, knowing his master was too injured for any sort of tug-of-war or even fetch.
The only thing good about this war was getting to know the other Axis Powers better. Sure, Italy was goofy and scatterbrained, but he got to see that, despite having another tyrannical, crazy boss much like his, he was a genuinely kind person. Hell, Germany’s dogs seemed to like him, and they rarely liked anyone save their master.
And over the years they had fought together, their bond grew (even the socially awkward Japan noticed it) and they soon became lovers.
However, when World War II ended, and the turmoil of fascism was no longer a threat, the relationship fizzled out; they no longer seemed to have much in common anymore.
Well, except for America showing up and nursing them both back to health.
Germany tilted his head back on his mattress in thought. Sometimes he missed Italy; sometimes he missed eating pasta with him; sometimes he missed his goofy smile. He especially missed the times where Italy would rest next to him in bed, clutching his body for warmth in the cool night air…
No, he thought to himself. Italy had to do his own thing now, just like he did! He had to rest up, get stronger! Why was he even thinking about such trivial things?
Germany jerked his head up, slapped his forehead in shame, and his Great Dane stared at him and whimpered.
But just then, something stirred all of Germany’s dogs into a tizzy, barking wildly, clawing at the door, when not a minute ago, everyone save the Dane was searching around the ramshackle house looking for even the most remote scrap of food.
Germany leaned his ear in closer, ignoring the dogs barking, and heard a knock at the door.
“Come in?” he shouted.
Just then, the door was knocked over with a very slight punch, and accompanying its thud on the floor was a “Veeeee~”, ever-increasing in loudness.
“Italy?”
“Germany, Germany, it’s been so long!” Italy, despite having a sore elbow, ran in and pounced on Germany, pinning him to the bed with the weight of his torso and legs.
“…I see you’re as enthusiastic as ever.” Germany tried to avoid him with his facial expressions, rolling his eyes away from the smaller country, thinking of a way to get out of this predicament, and thinking that his mood had become slightly elevated due to the surprise visit- all while trying not to think of Italy in a sexual fashion.
Unfortunately, he had no choice but to think of Italy and the time they’d spent together, and it showed in his pants.
“Oh, look! You want me to play with it! Like old times, huh?”
Frustrated that Italy had noticed his erection, Germany replied, “N…no…not especially…”
“You’re cute like that, Germany!”
At this point, Germany’s face had turned beet-red. He was trying to think of anything but fucking Italy-Wagner, dogs, wurst- but that one sentence just about melted his heart and made him want to pin Italy down to the bed- that is, if he didn’t have a bum knee.
“Ummm…Italy…?”
“Yeah?” he replied cheerfully.
“Let’s…umm…have sex. Since my knee is awful, you’re going to have to top this time.”
“Veeee! Finally! I’ve wanted to do that for sooo long, yaaaay!” With that, Italy instantly stripped, his injured elbow holding little resistance towards his efforts. He carefully turned Germany over on his side and helped him remove his trousers. With that, Germany shooed the dogs out of the house; they instinctively understood their master’s need for privacy.
Italy could see that Germany was tense, so he spooned up against him, his cock lying against Germany’s buttocks, and started to stroke his torso. Germany’s moans got caught in his throat when Italy started playing with his nipples.
Seeing that his lover was still a bit uneasy, he started stroking Germany’s asshole, slow at first, but quickening every time his finger went over it, until finally he was able to fit the tip of his finger inside.
Germany grunted and pushed his rear towards Italy.
Knowing it was time, Italy grabbed a small flask of olive oil he had attached to his belt strap, poured it over his fingers, and started stroking and inserting them once more, Germany bucking towards him in pleasure.
It was then that Italy actually put his cock inside him; Germany felt yet another jolt, more intense this time, welling up gradually inside of him, until, somehow, his knee didn’t hurt all that much anymore-overshadowed by the pleasure Italy was giving him. Germany was shocked that Italy knew enough to reach forward and play with his cock while he was fucking him- but, then again, if there was one constant about Italy, he was full of surprises.
And he was laughing like an idiot while he was fucking the living daylights out of Germany.
Somehow, this sort of humiliation of having Italy laugh while he was fucking him hard appealed to Germany’s love of BDSM, in addition to the pain returning to his knee, and, in no time flat, Germany came, seed spilling onto the ratty mattress.
But by then, Italy had flopped over and fallen asleep, his own orgasm tiring him out. It seemed that they had come together- which was odd, Germany thought, because Italy usually had the bad habit of being a premature ejaculator.
Germany flopped over onto the mattress and sighed, being careful about his knee; the dogs, sensing that they were finished, came back into the house and snuggled against the two of them.
As he laid his head down gently on the Great Dane’s side, Germany thought to himself, Italy should have topped more often when they were actually together.
-FIN