Anon has seen France with a rock and Russia with a roof, so why not someone with a stick? A stick just happens to be there, and is apparently perfect for someone's "needs", so they use aforementioned stick. Anon imagines that nations will have many, many uses for a good piece of wood.
Bonus: the awkwardness when someone walks in on it Bonus 2: it's not the first time...for the stick Bonus 3: it's Herr Stick
France/Rock!Russia/Roof!America/Hamburger!anon here. You called?
"Ah~" Italy moaned, thrusting the long, thick piece of German wood into his tight, cock-hungry posterior. "Mm~"
Eagerly, he sucked down the pasta set before him, slurping eagerly at the hefty coil of spaghetti as the creamy sauce spattered all over his face. "Oh, yes, more, more~"
With both his ends so satisfactorily filled, his climax quickly neared; his eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a long, incoherent groan. "Oh, yes, yes," he gasped past the pasta, rubbing the stick furiously against his prostate (and, being Italy, not worrying much about the possibility of splinters). "Germany, German-"
The door creaked open. "Italy?"
And Italy came with a shuddering scream of "VEEEEEEEEEEEEE~" A very awkward minute later, Italy - with a stick up his ass, alfredo sauce all over his face, a limp heap of pasta drooping out of his mouth, and his flaccid cock still dripping semen onto the floor - carefully pulled the wood out of his posterior, swallowed down the rest of the pasta, yanked up his trousers, and shuffled out of the office meekly.
As the door shut behind him, Germany stood in the mess Italy had made of his office - but the ruin of his orderly workplace was nothing compared to the ruin of his heart. Swallowing back a manly tear, he stepped forward.
Gingerly, his hand shaking, he reached down and picked up the forlorn length of wood that lay abandoned and alone where Italy had so callously tossed it aside, its surface glistening as though with tears. Or perhaps that was just Italy's lube.
"Herr Stick," Germany choked out, raising it to eye level, "how could you do this to me? You swore I was your only one!"
So much lol. Definitely made my day, thank you a!a. Germany does not approve of Herr Stick being in a threesome, especially without him. Don't worry, Germany. I'm pretty sure it was a very manly tear.
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Any- And there was a stick
(Anonymous) 2013-12-27 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)A stick just happens to be there, and is apparently perfect for someone's "needs", so they use aforementioned stick.
Anon imagines that nations will have many, many uses for a good piece of wood.
Bonus: the awkwardness when someone walks in on it
Bonus 2: it's not the first time...for the stick
Bonus 3: it's Herr Stick
Infidelity [Stick/Italy/Pasta, implied Italy/Germany]
(Anonymous) 2013-12-31 07:45 am (UTC)(link)"Ah~" Italy moaned, thrusting the long, thick piece of German wood into his tight, cock-hungry posterior. "Mm~"
Eagerly, he sucked down the pasta set before him, slurping eagerly at the hefty coil of spaghetti as the creamy sauce spattered all over his face. "Oh, yes, more, more~"
With both his ends so satisfactorily filled, his climax quickly neared; his eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a long, incoherent groan. "Oh, yes, yes," he gasped past the pasta, rubbing the stick furiously against his prostate (and, being Italy, not worrying much about the possibility of splinters). "Germany, German-"
The door creaked open. "Italy?"
And Italy came with a shuddering scream of "VEEEEEEEEEEEEE~"
A very awkward minute later, Italy - with a stick up his ass, alfredo sauce all over his face, a limp heap of pasta drooping out of his mouth, and his flaccid cock still dripping semen onto the floor - carefully pulled the wood out of his posterior, swallowed down the rest of the pasta, yanked up his trousers, and shuffled out of the office meekly.
As the door shut behind him, Germany stood in the mess Italy had made of his office - but the ruin of his orderly workplace was nothing compared to the ruin of his heart. Swallowing back a manly tear, he stepped forward.
Gingerly, his hand shaking, he reached down and picked up the forlorn length of wood that lay abandoned and alone where Italy had so callously tossed it aside, its surface glistening as though with tears. Or perhaps that was just Italy's lube.
"Herr Stick," Germany choked out, raising it to eye level, "how could you do this to me? You swore I was your only one!"
Re: Infidelity [Stick/Italy/Pasta, implied Italy/Germany]
(Anonymous) 2013-12-31 07:55 am (UTC)(link)Re: Infidelity [Stick/Italy/Pasta, implied Italy/Germany]
(Anonymous) 2013-12-31 10:12 am (UTC)(link)And thank you! Happy New Year's Eve, replier. :)
Re: Infidelity [Stick/Italy/Pasta, implied Italy/Germany]
(Anonymous) 2013-12-31 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Infidelity [Stick/Italy/Pasta, implied Italy/Germany]
(Anonymous) 2014-01-01 12:15 am (UTC)(link)Happy New Year's Eve, commenter!
OP is XD
(Anonymous) 2014-01-03 09:31 am (UTC)(link)Definitely made my day, thank you a!a.
Germany does not approve of Herr Stick being in a threesome, especially without him.
Don't worry, Germany. I'm pretty sure it was a very manly tear.