Hetalia Kink meme part 15

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Poland looks at you desperately, he needs to answer because somehow, ignoring Austria in this situation would seem awkward... And its precisely what you wanted. He crosses his legs underneath the table and you smile inwardly, knowing that indeed, he had come prepared to wet himself in the presence of an unsuspecting party. You shrug as you take a bite of the cake - it tastes good, as usual but you won't tell Austria that you think it does - and Poland heaves a sigh of relief.

"Yes, his music is, like, heavenly," he replies, trying to act as normal as you shift his teacup closer to him. He takes the hint and downs the entire cup and you refill it as he drinks again.

Austria watches this in alarm. He looks at Poland, look of genuine concern crossing his face. "Poland, ate you very thirsty?" he asks and Poland shakes his head. His cheeks are red though and you frown. Is it a product of embarrassment or is it a reaction to Austria's concern? The weird, agitated feeling inside you doesn't subside so you push it away as you watch Poland squeeze his legs tighter. He's doing his best not to grab at his crotch so he tries to take a bite of cake to distract himself, but it doesn't work. His hand reaches for himself and you grab his wrist, preventing it from going anywhere.

"Please, Prussia, I can't, like, hold out any more," Poland murmurs, voice strained. His green eyes are flashing with panic and you take a sip of tea. He wants to get away from the table, away from Austria, who's cutting himself a slice of cake, but you won't allow it, gripping his wrist tight underneath the table so that he can't escape. "Please," he repeats urgently.

You give a curt nod and he looks at you in horror. You reach for his hand and squeeze it in what you hope is a reassuring manner, mouthing isn't this what you wanted? He doesn't look like he's convinced but he's been holding it in for so long that he's now at his breaking point. When he relaxes his tense muscles, a look of pleasure crosses his face as he lets go, opening the floodgates and immediately, you upset both your cups of tea over his skirt in a painfully artificial looking accidental manner.

Austria's attention is diverted as he glares at you with a look that says he thinks you're beyond reproach. He leaves the table for the kitchen, probably in search of a tablecloth and you heave a sigh of relief as you turn to Poland, whose hips are jerking forward uncontrollably as he empties his bladder. The soft moans escaping him draws your attention to his lips and you feel an inexplicable urge to kiss them, but you restrain yourself as you hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

The look on Poland's face is clearly one of post orgasmic bliss as he leans against his chair, panting heavily. Austria returns and you try to distract him again, by snatching the tablecloth from him. "Aristocrats don't know how to clean up properly," you mutter and he's about to snap at you when Poland lets out a soft sigh, causing him to turn to look at the blonde.

"Poland," Austria asks gently. "Is something wrong?"

Poland looks up at him, cheeks turning pink. "N-no!" he replies and immediately cups his hands in front of his mouth, turning to you in fear because you haven't given him permission to speak.

"He's feeling a little... Wet," you answer on his behalf, thinly suppressing your laughter.