He blushes further. “Well, uh...” He struggles to ask why Austria's here anyway, given this does not exactly seem to be the sort of thing he does. Austria seems to know what he's thinking though, and rolls his eyes.
“Don't be naive. Just because I'm not as uncouth as some of the men you know, doesn't mean I am completely sexually unable. From what we've heard, you are willing to more or less let everyone have their go, so why not take advantage?”
“Ve, everyone's so mean to Germany!” cries Italy. “...But he keeps getting all hot and squirmy when they do that, so I don't know, I think he likes it. Is this how this was meant to work, Prussia?”
“Heh, you're getting there,” he says, smirking. Italy smiles.
“Sooo, can we all have sex with him now? Because he's right here and being very squirmy and sexy and I have only so much patience, you know,” Italy teases, and no, he is not innocent at all. Damn him.
“Er, wait one second, just gotta check something,” says Prussia. “West, you do actual want us to do this and are just being all embarrassed and shit because you're you, right? Because otherwise that'd be illegal and we can't really go to prison but still, that's shit I don't wanna deal with there.”
“Uh...” Italy's stroking him again, being him basically. Everyone is staring and getting closer, and he has to avert his eyes. This is... bizarre. The idea that all these people, some for whom it seems incredibly out of character, want to... It's something that doesn't happen; a shameful fantasy to be denied whenever possible. Giving in would be...
But the fact is, this is hardly something one gets an opportunity for often and he does actually want to do it. Consequences be damned. So he closes his eyes and says “Yes. Please.”
“Knew it,” says Prussia.
“Yay!” Cries Italy, sounding as Italy as ever. It threatens to overwhelm what mood there is (which is somewhat intimidating and claustrophobic, but not unwelcoming) but he pounces and knocks Germany on his back with surprising strength. Again, must figure out how to get him to do that when it is useful.
“Ve, so, Germany is going to lie there all relaxed and nice we can have a very fun time with him. I'm happy! Germany lets us do all this!”
“Hey, why do you get the first go?” Prussia whines.
Italy pouts. “'Cause I'm closest?”
“Still not fair.”
“Ah, Prussia,” says France, smirking from his side of the bed. “I think it would be good to start with Italy, non? Boy is so small and cute... possibly give our dear Allegmagne a chance to get used to it. Ah, no matter how depraved he truly is, it can't hurt to give him the chance to be eased in. If, of course, that is the choice dear Italy makes.”
“Ve? I'm confused.”
That likely your default state, thinks Germany. “Do I get a say I this?” he asks.
Prussia smirks again. “No West, chill. Thing is, it'll sort of wreck the whole point if you do. I mean, you're basically gonna love it all away,” Prussia says, and Germany bites his lip. “Anyway, France you're a fucking creep, but you've got a point. Italy, have your go.”
“That took really long, you know,” Italy whines. Then he turns back to Germany. “It's sad. First they make you feel all bad for being a slut, and then they make you wait for us to fuck it out of you! It's mean!”
Germany turns even redder, because those are the sort of words Italy doesn't say. Even if all his participation in this so far is sort of ruining the idea that he is in any way the ignorant child he's perceived as, at least when it comes to this. “It– Italy–”
Italy shushes him. “Quiet, Germany. I have to catch up now, si? Easier if you're quiet.”
He leans down and kisses along Germany's neck, mostly softly but biting every once in awhile. That's a bit confusing, but Germany tries not to focus on that. Italy suddenly starts digging his nails into Germany's chest, hard.
“Agh!”
“It hurts,” Italy says flatly. “I thought you'd like it to hurt?”
Germany looks away, embarrassed again. Italy drags his nails down. “See, told you so.”
[Part 18] Door Stopper [3/?] [Germany/Various]
“Don't be naive. Just because I'm not as uncouth as some of the men you know, doesn't mean I am completely sexually unable. From what we've heard, you are willing to more or less let everyone have their go, so why not take advantage?”
“Ve, everyone's so mean to Germany!” cries Italy. “...But he keeps getting all hot and squirmy when they do that, so I don't know, I think he likes it. Is this how this was meant to work, Prussia?”
“Heh, you're getting there,” he says, smirking. Italy smiles.
“Sooo, can we all have sex with him now? Because he's right here and being very squirmy and sexy and I have only so much patience, you know,” Italy teases, and no, he is not innocent at all. Damn him.
“Er, wait one second, just gotta check something,” says Prussia. “West, you do actual want us to do this and are just being all embarrassed and shit because you're you, right? Because otherwise that'd be illegal and we can't really go to prison but still, that's shit I don't wanna deal with there.”
“Uh...” Italy's stroking him again, being him basically. Everyone is staring and getting closer, and he has to avert his eyes. This is... bizarre. The idea that all these people, some for whom it seems incredibly out of character, want to... It's something that doesn't happen; a shameful fantasy to be denied whenever possible. Giving in would be...
But the fact is, this is hardly something one gets an opportunity for often and he does actually want to do it. Consequences be damned. So he closes his eyes and says “Yes. Please.”
“Knew it,” says Prussia.
“Yay!” Cries Italy, sounding as Italy as ever. It threatens to overwhelm what mood there is (which is somewhat intimidating and claustrophobic, but not unwelcoming) but he pounces and knocks Germany on his back with surprising strength. Again, must figure out how to get him to do that when it is useful.
“Ve, so, Germany is going to lie there all relaxed and nice we can have a very fun time with him. I'm happy! Germany lets us do all this!”
“Hey, why do you get the first go?” Prussia whines.
Italy pouts. “'Cause I'm closest?”
“Still not fair.”
“Ah, Prussia,” says France, smirking from his side of the bed. “I think it would be good to start with Italy, non? Boy is so small and cute... possibly give our dear Allegmagne a chance to get used to it. Ah, no matter how depraved he truly is, it can't hurt to give him the chance to be eased in. If, of course, that is the choice dear Italy makes.”
“Ve? I'm confused.”
That likely your default state, thinks Germany. “Do I get a say I this?” he asks.
Prussia smirks again. “No West, chill. Thing is, it'll sort of wreck the whole point if you do. I mean, you're basically gonna love it all away,” Prussia says, and Germany bites his lip. “Anyway, France you're a fucking creep, but you've got a point. Italy, have your go.”
“That took really long, you know,” Italy whines. Then he turns back to Germany. “It's sad. First they make you feel all bad for being a slut, and then they make you wait for us to fuck it out of you! It's mean!”
Germany turns even redder, because those are the sort of words Italy doesn't say. Even if all his participation in this so far is sort of ruining the idea that he is in any way the ignorant child he's perceived as, at least when it comes to this. “It– Italy–”
Italy shushes him. “Quiet, Germany. I have to catch up now, si? Easier if you're quiet.”
He leans down and kisses along Germany's neck, mostly softly but biting every once in awhile. That's a bit confusing, but Germany tries not to focus on that. Italy suddenly starts digging his nails into Germany's chest, hard.
“Agh!”
“It hurts,” Italy says flatly. “I thought you'd like it to hurt?”
Germany looks away, embarrassed again. Italy drags his nails down. “See, told you so.”