Redemption
Title: Redemption
Author: wenchman
Series: Hetalia World Series
Characters: Germany, Nyotalia!Canada, Northern Italy
Pairings: Germany/Nyo!Canada
Rating: M for Explicit Sexual Content
Summary: Commission. Prompt was Germany/Canako, in which the setting is during or after WWII and Canako has happened upon an accidental aphrodisiac. Germany would help her condition with her consent, and end with a bittersweet or hopeful ending. 2000 words.
Word count: 2258
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It had been 427 days. Ludwig counted the days since he surrendered. Feliciano called it boredom, but it was all he had left. He couldn't find his brother, his beloved brother who had made him powerful in the first place. His reputation has been shredded to shambles, after all the vile crimes his last boss had committed. Everyone saw Ludwig as the racist, the loser, the bad guy, with Feliciano as an exception. He had no idea if Kiku was going to survive-he had not heard of him since the bombings and American occupation of his homeland.
Ludwig rearranged the food in the cabinets once again. Surely, if Feliciano came for a visit, he would appreciate the sense of order, as well.
“Ludwig, you didn't have to do this,” Feliciano reassured Ludwig that he knew of the kindness and good nature of his friend. He sat down and looked up, grinning.
“It has been so long since we sat together at a table like this, hasn't it, Ludwig?”
Ludwig joined Feliciano at the table, bringing a cup of cappuccino with him-made from the same beans that Feliciano gave him shortly before the end of the war, no less. They were old, but Ludwig was desperate for something besides watered-down American products. He missed the flavours, spices, and tastes of his good friend. If only he was able to take care of him more-he looked so exhausted, so stressed out, so overwhelmed and confused and unsure of his future. Ludwig wasn't totally sure that his house would be the safest either, despite recent economic recovery. How he just wanted to take care of Feliciano somehow-
“Ludwig, you seem so upset. Please smile for me, friend.”
Germany's eyes widened, and he shuddered as he adjusted to reality. Eyebrow lifted, his gaze strolled over to Feliciano. He looked so exhausted, so stressed out, so overwhelmed and confused-
Ludwig stopped his thoughts, and pushed a terse grimace from his lips. How could he really smile? He was miserable. He was as new a nation as Feliciano, yet so much less reputable. He never wanted to hurt himself the way he had, coughing up blood and waking up with strange sicknesses and conditions. He regrets not saying anything to his boss, despite he knows not a word would have entered his thick, muddy brain. So all he could do at the time was carry on and hide the wounds; he was strong enough to do so.
Unfortunately, the other nations weren't. They begged him desperately to stop, and he watched in grief as his friends and enemies were plowed over by his very own tanks and bullets. Since he did nothing, he suffered the repercussions of hatred, despite he never had a say in the offense and never wanted to hurt them. He didn't want this.
He didn't want this
Feliciano's boisterously shrill laughter tore Ludwig from his thoughts. “Ludwig, I have so much to share with you!”
Ludwig was slightly interested. “Go on,” he permitted.
“I have heard so much about this beautiful girl...”
Ludwig made the mistake of thinking Feliciano had anything truly significant to say. Although it was nice to see a friend, that familiar irritation returned to him as the Italian did nothing to ease his anxiety.
“And I think Alfred said something about her being his sister-”
“Feliciano, what did you just say?” Suddenly, Germany's interest was piqued. The United States was so openly sharing information? Germany couldn't care too much about gossip; instead, he was interested in possible alliances. Ludwig stared intently at Feliciano.
He, in return, recoiled slightly. “Oh, Ludwig, no, that is not a good idea. Alfred still believes quite a few bad things about you, and-”
“I don't care,” Ludwig interrupted, “what were you saying about his sister?”
Feliciano sighed in exasperation. “Not much. She's fallen ill or something, and needs to be taken care of.”
Ludwig fell back into his seat, pumped to the brim with a sense of hope. This was the perfect opportunity to display his humility. Perhaps it was self-motivated, but Ludwig did not want any longer to be viewed as a monster for things he could not control. Even better, since she is related to Alfred, it would open up a great corridor to become friendly with the world again. Alfred was so connected, and so open. But would he continue to detest Ludwig-that was the things that battered at his mind. Ludwig clenched his jaw and stared in the direction of the table with intense thought. Alfred's sister is the state of Canada, isn't she? She's a sweet, good-natured girl from what he's heard.
He supposed that this could possibly work out.
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Had it been 72 days? Ludwig had to check, as he lost count. He had visited Marguerite so many times. It seemed like it was almost too many times. Can an aphrodisiac really last that long? Why couldn't he figure out what she was consuming that was doing this to her? Ludwig ran his fingers through his hair. He grabbed at the roots in the back of his head, tugging as if to pull the thoughts up to the surface.
The scene revisited his mind. One moment, he was at the door, the next he was suddenly undressed with a young blonde girl in his lap, her legs spread as she eased him slowly into her tight, wet hole-
Ludwig stood up, along with his arousal. He paced the living room, circling the couch as he tried to assuage his anxiety. Is he taking advantage of her? Is she taking advantage of him? He wondered if she could tell that he had become increasingly infatuated.
How did this happen?
Ludwig continued to pace, becoming somewhat dizzy from the continuous circles around the furniture. Ludwig couldn't remember when he suddenly felt so warm when she laughed, or felt so charmed by her endearing clumsiness. Perhaps it was the way it contrasted so vibrantly with her confident tone, awareness of her desires, and assurance of her personality. Everything in her, but her poise, had a perfect balance; anything bad was made up by something so good. Like the way she casually tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked through her glasses in a genuine display of interest. Or how her hand would rest so gently behind her ear when she forgot she was tucking her hair back. Or her sweet, soft voice that calmed Ludwig's stress.
This had gone past redemption for him.
Ludwig checked his watch, it had been 15 minutes since she went upstairs. What on earth was she doing up there? As he was ready to investigate himself, he heard loud footsteps from the staircase behind him. It must have been her. He snapped to her attention, and flushed when his eyes met her voluptuous body.
She stood there, in her slouched demeanor, looking so perfect. Her breasts rested comfortably on her chest, a perfect size to fit in Ludwig's large hands. Her fat sat snugly under her skin, making her stomach soft and her hips round. Her thighs leaned against each other, the white skin only making her pink lips even more visible to Ludwig's gaze. She grinned somewhat sheepishly, twisting her foot in a timid excitement. She had not done such a gesture since the first time Ludwig visited, so he could only wonder what she would say-
“I want to fuck you on the couch today, Ludwig.”
The demand made blood drain from his face into his dick, which became even more erect than it already had been. He fixed his stare onto the flushed space between her hips, and he licked his dry lips in aching desire.
“You couldn't wait for me to ready you, could you?” He remarked snidely.
Marguerite’s gentle smile quickly shifted into a smirk. “I didn't need to play with myself,” she retorted with a sultry tone, “I just happen to be incredibly horny. It's been a few days since you last visited, you know.” She took a few steps closer to Ludwig, her breasts bouncing gently.
With a decisive shove, Marguerite pushed Ludwig against the sofa so that he was leaning against the back of it. She straddled his lap, using her position to be just enough above Ludwig to have a sense of control over him. She leaned over ever so slightly, so that her soft breasts became close to his face before she dipped down into a kiss. She flicked her tongue against his bottom lip, then sucked it gently to force his mouth open as he took in a light breath. She pushed her tongue against his, invading his mouth with a passionate forcefulness.
Ludwig brought two fingers to her slit, quite surprised to find out how wet she was. A strand of fluid followed his fingers, as did one from his mouth as Marguerite pulled back to gasp in a fulfilling surprise. She then rolled her fingers over his nipples, and he began pressing against her clit in small, gentle circles, eliciting soft, lustful whimpers from her. Ludwig watched as she blushed slightly and her mouth curved into a satisfied, yet eager smile. How lovely it was when she made such honest expressions of arousal. He continued to fondle her, his progressing excitement projecting into his strokes.
He could feel, see, and smell that she was becoming hornier. Her hole began to open and a small bit of liquid dribbled down her thigh. She was losing support as her knees grew weak, so she sat comfortably in Ludwig's lap, right in front of his hard cock so she could grip it with ease. He undid the buttons of his pants as he continued to service her, her stomach folding slightly as her hips swayed back and forth against the pressure of his fingers.
Ludwig panted with quiet restraint as she began to work him slowly, pushing the foreskin against his slick head. He bucked into the opening of her gracefully bent fingers, the hilt reaching the sides of her hands. He paced himself faster, occasionally finding the tip of his cock between her wet, warm lips. His mind became numb in instinct, and he caught up with the rate of Marguerite's hips.
Their breathing became dense, the both of them swollen with desire and needing each other. Marguerite needing a rough fuck, and Ludwig needing to indulge in his infatuation.
“Fuck me,” she finally commanded.
With an impatient haste, Ludwig yanked a condom from the pocket of his pants. He fumbled with the package before finally getting the rubber bastard out and fitting it on his dick. He grabbed the lubricant from the side-table, pouring more than an efficient amount onto himself, then fingering Marguerite for a moment to prepare her. She smiled, horny and desperate, but also loving. Ludwig paused for a moment and stuttered, becoming a bit humiliated after, but continuing anyway.
Ludwig one hand on her hip and spread her hole with two fingers, making room for his cock and entering cautiously for the first thrust inside her. Chills ran down his spine as Marguerite let out a deep moan. She slid herself downward, putting Ludwig in deeper. He moved slowly at first, but then went quicker as Marguerite bounced at a speed faster than him. He adjusted to her rhythm, moving with ease and coming closer to climax, his mind bubbling multiple times while she rotated her hips and whined with need.
“Please come,” Ludwig begged. It was becoming difficult to hold himself back as the approach to zenith took over him.
Marguerite rode him at a steady speed, breasts bouncing and muscles shuddering. She moaned lewdly with an unrestrained volume, deeply longing, yet satisfied. She pleasured herself with his length as she reached her edge, grinding the thickest part against her entrance to increase her sensitivity. Suddenly, her hole tensed and she came, her body washed over with warmth and relief, coming out in loud cries of Ludwig's name. Ludwig finally went over the edge with her, grunting loudly as the thick white liquid sputtered out of his pulsing dick. After she finished, her tense hole closed around Ludwig's hilt, which caused immediate discomfort. She quickly fell to the side, pulling him out of her, as wet fluid spilled from her hole. She spread her legs to display the filthy mess to Ludwig before she rolled over to cool off.
Ludwig watched her flop over, swooning at her even as she lacked mannerly tact. If there was anything that was wonderfully feminine about him, it was the way he had wallowed in the affections of afterglow. Ludwig cherished every moment he had with this girl, as he knew his time with her may not have lasted much longer. No one knew about their relationship, if it could be called that, and this was intentional. If anyone, especially Alfred, had discovered what he was doing to her, the blame would immediately be placed on him, and he'd be seen as taking advantage of a girl who couldn't control herself. He would only be further damned by the other nations. So instead, he settled to watch Marguerite with a gentle smile and brush his hand against her warm, round hips.
“Ah, Ludwig,” Marguerite interrupted his thoughts, “You seem to be spacing out about something. Why don't you forget and give me a hearty laugh, my dear friend.”
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Author: wenchman
Series: Hetalia World Series
Characters: Germany, Nyotalia!Canada, Northern Italy
Pairings: Germany/Nyo!Canada
Rating: M for Explicit Sexual Content
Summary: Commission. Prompt was Germany/Canako, in which the setting is during or after WWII and Canako has happened upon an accidental aphrodisiac. Germany would help her condition with her consent, and end with a bittersweet or hopeful ending. 2000 words.
Word count: 2258
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It had been 427 days. Ludwig counted the days since he surrendered. Feliciano called it boredom, but it was all he had left. He couldn't find his brother, his beloved brother who had made him powerful in the first place. His reputation has been shredded to shambles, after all the vile crimes his last boss had committed. Everyone saw Ludwig as the racist, the loser, the bad guy, with Feliciano as an exception. He had no idea if Kiku was going to survive-he had not heard of him since the bombings and American occupation of his homeland.
Ludwig rearranged the food in the cabinets once again. Surely, if Feliciano came for a visit, he would appreciate the sense of order, as well.
“Ludwig, you didn't have to do this,” Feliciano reassured Ludwig that he knew of the kindness and good nature of his friend. He sat down and looked up, grinning.
“It has been so long since we sat together at a table like this, hasn't it, Ludwig?”
Ludwig joined Feliciano at the table, bringing a cup of cappuccino with him-made from the same beans that Feliciano gave him shortly before the end of the war, no less. They were old, but Ludwig was desperate for something besides watered-down American products. He missed the flavours, spices, and tastes of his good friend. If only he was able to take care of him more-he looked so exhausted, so stressed out, so overwhelmed and confused and unsure of his future. Ludwig wasn't totally sure that his house would be the safest either, despite recent economic recovery. How he just wanted to take care of Feliciano somehow-
“Ludwig, you seem so upset. Please smile for me, friend.”
Germany's eyes widened, and he shuddered as he adjusted to reality. Eyebrow lifted, his gaze strolled over to Feliciano. He looked so exhausted, so stressed out, so overwhelmed and confused-
Ludwig stopped his thoughts, and pushed a terse grimace from his lips. How could he really smile? He was miserable. He was as new a nation as Feliciano, yet so much less reputable. He never wanted to hurt himself the way he had, coughing up blood and waking up with strange sicknesses and conditions. He regrets not saying anything to his boss, despite he knows not a word would have entered his thick, muddy brain. So all he could do at the time was carry on and hide the wounds; he was strong enough to do so.
Unfortunately, the other nations weren't. They begged him desperately to stop, and he watched in grief as his friends and enemies were plowed over by his very own tanks and bullets. Since he did nothing, he suffered the repercussions of hatred, despite he never had a say in the offense and never wanted to hurt them. He didn't want this.
He didn't want this
Feliciano's boisterously shrill laughter tore Ludwig from his thoughts. “Ludwig, I have so much to share with you!”
Ludwig was slightly interested. “Go on,” he permitted.
“I have heard so much about this beautiful girl...”
Ludwig made the mistake of thinking Feliciano had anything truly significant to say. Although it was nice to see a friend, that familiar irritation returned to him as the Italian did nothing to ease his anxiety.
“And I think Alfred said something about her being his sister-”
“Feliciano, what did you just say?” Suddenly, Germany's interest was piqued. The United States was so openly sharing information? Germany couldn't care too much about gossip; instead, he was interested in possible alliances. Ludwig stared intently at Feliciano.
He, in return, recoiled slightly. “Oh, Ludwig, no, that is not a good idea. Alfred still believes quite a few bad things about you, and-”
“I don't care,” Ludwig interrupted, “what were you saying about his sister?”
Feliciano sighed in exasperation. “Not much. She's fallen ill or something, and needs to be taken care of.”
Ludwig fell back into his seat, pumped to the brim with a sense of hope. This was the perfect opportunity to display his humility. Perhaps it was self-motivated, but Ludwig did not want any longer to be viewed as a monster for things he could not control. Even better, since she is related to Alfred, it would open up a great corridor to become friendly with the world again. Alfred was so connected, and so open. But would he continue to detest Ludwig-that was the things that battered at his mind. Ludwig clenched his jaw and stared in the direction of the table with intense thought. Alfred's sister is the state of Canada, isn't she? She's a sweet, good-natured girl from what he's heard.
He supposed that this could possibly work out.
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Had it been 72 days? Ludwig had to check, as he lost count. He had visited Marguerite so many times. It seemed like it was almost too many times. Can an aphrodisiac really last that long? Why couldn't he figure out what she was consuming that was doing this to her? Ludwig ran his fingers through his hair. He grabbed at the roots in the back of his head, tugging as if to pull the thoughts up to the surface.
The scene revisited his mind. One moment, he was at the door, the next he was suddenly undressed with a young blonde girl in his lap, her legs spread as she eased him slowly into her tight, wet hole-
Ludwig stood up, along with his arousal. He paced the living room, circling the couch as he tried to assuage his anxiety. Is he taking advantage of her? Is she taking advantage of him? He wondered if she could tell that he had become increasingly infatuated.
How did this happen?
Ludwig continued to pace, becoming somewhat dizzy from the continuous circles around the furniture. Ludwig couldn't remember when he suddenly felt so warm when she laughed, or felt so charmed by her endearing clumsiness. Perhaps it was the way it contrasted so vibrantly with her confident tone, awareness of her desires, and assurance of her personality. Everything in her, but her poise, had a perfect balance; anything bad was made up by something so good. Like the way she casually tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked through her glasses in a genuine display of interest. Or how her hand would rest so gently behind her ear when she forgot she was tucking her hair back. Or her sweet, soft voice that calmed Ludwig's stress.
This had gone past redemption for him.
Ludwig checked his watch, it had been 15 minutes since she went upstairs. What on earth was she doing up there? As he was ready to investigate himself, he heard loud footsteps from the staircase behind him. It must have been her. He snapped to her attention, and flushed when his eyes met her voluptuous body.
She stood there, in her slouched demeanor, looking so perfect. Her breasts rested comfortably on her chest, a perfect size to fit in Ludwig's large hands. Her fat sat snugly under her skin, making her stomach soft and her hips round. Her thighs leaned against each other, the white skin only making her pink lips even more visible to Ludwig's gaze. She grinned somewhat sheepishly, twisting her foot in a timid excitement. She had not done such a gesture since the first time Ludwig visited, so he could only wonder what she would say-
“I want to fuck you on the couch today, Ludwig.”
The demand made blood drain from his face into his dick, which became even more erect than it already had been. He fixed his stare onto the flushed space between her hips, and he licked his dry lips in aching desire.
“You couldn't wait for me to ready you, could you?” He remarked snidely.
Marguerite’s gentle smile quickly shifted into a smirk. “I didn't need to play with myself,” she retorted with a sultry tone, “I just happen to be incredibly horny. It's been a few days since you last visited, you know.” She took a few steps closer to Ludwig, her breasts bouncing gently.
With a decisive shove, Marguerite pushed Ludwig against the sofa so that he was leaning against the back of it. She straddled his lap, using her position to be just enough above Ludwig to have a sense of control over him. She leaned over ever so slightly, so that her soft breasts became close to his face before she dipped down into a kiss. She flicked her tongue against his bottom lip, then sucked it gently to force his mouth open as he took in a light breath. She pushed her tongue against his, invading his mouth with a passionate forcefulness.
Ludwig brought two fingers to her slit, quite surprised to find out how wet she was. A strand of fluid followed his fingers, as did one from his mouth as Marguerite pulled back to gasp in a fulfilling surprise. She then rolled her fingers over his nipples, and he began pressing against her clit in small, gentle circles, eliciting soft, lustful whimpers from her. Ludwig watched as she blushed slightly and her mouth curved into a satisfied, yet eager smile. How lovely it was when she made such honest expressions of arousal. He continued to fondle her, his progressing excitement projecting into his strokes.
He could feel, see, and smell that she was becoming hornier. Her hole began to open and a small bit of liquid dribbled down her thigh. She was losing support as her knees grew weak, so she sat comfortably in Ludwig's lap, right in front of his hard cock so she could grip it with ease. He undid the buttons of his pants as he continued to service her, her stomach folding slightly as her hips swayed back and forth against the pressure of his fingers.
Ludwig panted with quiet restraint as she began to work him slowly, pushing the foreskin against his slick head. He bucked into the opening of her gracefully bent fingers, the hilt reaching the sides of her hands. He paced himself faster, occasionally finding the tip of his cock between her wet, warm lips. His mind became numb in instinct, and he caught up with the rate of Marguerite's hips.
Their breathing became dense, the both of them swollen with desire and needing each other. Marguerite needing a rough fuck, and Ludwig needing to indulge in his infatuation.
“Fuck me,” she finally commanded.
With an impatient haste, Ludwig yanked a condom from the pocket of his pants. He fumbled with the package before finally getting the rubber bastard out and fitting it on his dick. He grabbed the lubricant from the side-table, pouring more than an efficient amount onto himself, then fingering Marguerite for a moment to prepare her. She smiled, horny and desperate, but also loving. Ludwig paused for a moment and stuttered, becoming a bit humiliated after, but continuing anyway.
Ludwig one hand on her hip and spread her hole with two fingers, making room for his cock and entering cautiously for the first thrust inside her. Chills ran down his spine as Marguerite let out a deep moan. She slid herself downward, putting Ludwig in deeper. He moved slowly at first, but then went quicker as Marguerite bounced at a speed faster than him. He adjusted to her rhythm, moving with ease and coming closer to climax, his mind bubbling multiple times while she rotated her hips and whined with need.
“Please come,” Ludwig begged. It was becoming difficult to hold himself back as the approach to zenith took over him.
Marguerite rode him at a steady speed, breasts bouncing and muscles shuddering. She moaned lewdly with an unrestrained volume, deeply longing, yet satisfied. She pleasured herself with his length as she reached her edge, grinding the thickest part against her entrance to increase her sensitivity. Suddenly, her hole tensed and she came, her body washed over with warmth and relief, coming out in loud cries of Ludwig's name. Ludwig finally went over the edge with her, grunting loudly as the thick white liquid sputtered out of his pulsing dick. After she finished, her tense hole closed around Ludwig's hilt, which caused immediate discomfort. She quickly fell to the side, pulling him out of her, as wet fluid spilled from her hole. She spread her legs to display the filthy mess to Ludwig before she rolled over to cool off.
Ludwig watched her flop over, swooning at her even as she lacked mannerly tact. If there was anything that was wonderfully feminine about him, it was the way he had wallowed in the affections of afterglow. Ludwig cherished every moment he had with this girl, as he knew his time with her may not have lasted much longer. No one knew about their relationship, if it could be called that, and this was intentional. If anyone, especially Alfred, had discovered what he was doing to her, the blame would immediately be placed on him, and he'd be seen as taking advantage of a girl who couldn't control herself. He would only be further damned by the other nations. So instead, he settled to watch Marguerite with a gentle smile and brush his hand against her warm, round hips.
“Ah, Ludwig,” Marguerite interrupted his thoughts, “You seem to be spacing out about something. Why don't you forget and give me a hearty laugh, my dear friend.”
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