Germany grew steadily – and obviously – more nervous as he and America retired to their hotel suite, where Prussia excused himself to go drinking with Netherlands and Denmark, or at least that was what he said he was doing.
The real reason for his departure was to allow America and Germany some privacy in the matter of sealing the peace treaty – which did need to happen tonight, now that they had everyone's signatures on the treaty. America was thankful the terms only required him and Germany to have sex: for all the other nations a simple signature was sufficient.
Even at his most hedonistic, he wasn't interested in doing the entire world, and he certainly had no desire to participate in a whole-world orgy.
For nations, sex had other effects than the obvious: it not only bound them closer together, it bound their peoples together as well. That was probably the reason for the whole conquest and occupations rights thing: the winner wasn't just dominating the loser in the sexual sense. The winning nation was effectively forcing the loser's people to accept whatever the victory terms happened to be.
Supposedly it was less traumatic for the loser than it would be for a human, as long as the winner didn't go out of his way to be an ass: America preferred not to find out if this was true. Bad enough that the very nature of his kind meant there would be no secrets between him and his partner for months after – he really hadn't wanted or needed to know just how perverted France and Spain thankyouverymuch – but to force that level of intimacy on another nation? No thanks.
He did order extra olive oil and let the staff wonder about his taste in food. There were certain practical aspects of being a singleton that he'd had to figure out for himself, including that extremely drunk nations actually did have difficulty knowing if they were in the right place, as it were – which had saved him from having to reveal that little fact to anyone until he'd told Prussia and Germany. Well, that and a little of Raven's trickery to help blur memories.
He might pretend to know nothing of his first peoples' magics, but he remembered enough.
Germany's nervousness grew as they ate, despite America's efforts to help the other nation relax. Possibly because of them: America wasn't the most tactful of nations.
Finally, Germany gulped down an improbable amount of wine, and said, “We should do this.”
America smiled. “Sure. My room or yours? I'm fine either way.”
That derailed the other nation's Dutch courage: he'd evidently expected America, as the senior partner in the alliance, to take the lead. He flushed scarlet. “I… uh… Your room?”
“That's good. Did you want to top first?” If his own experiences were anything to go by, Germany would be much more relaxed after he'd done the deed, and would likely prefer at least the semblance of control being on top would give him.
Germany's mouth fell open. It took him several attempts to force words out. “But… you… you said...”
America waved a hand as he rose from the table. “Oh, the other hole works just as well.” He picked up the olive oil. “You just need to use a decent amount of this before you make your entry, as it were.”
Germany buried his face in his hands, his ears bright red. “Isn't that…”
“Dirty?” God help him, Germany actually was a virgin. There was no way he would be that embarrassed if he'd done the deed when his brothers came under his rule. That meant he'd be coaxing a nervous virgin through treaty sex. “Not if I wash real good.” He grinned. “Look, I'll go wash up now. Why don't you get comfortable in my room, okay?”
Germany was almost pathetically grateful to hear something that sounded like instruction: he nodded and stood, still blushing fiercely.
America couldn't help himself: he winked. “There's a spare bathrobe in my room,” he offered. “We're about the same size, so it should fit if you don't want your natural wonders on display to start with.”
Okay, that probably wasn't the smartest thing to say. Nations couldn't really die of embarrassment, but Germany was making a creditable attempt.
[Part 27] Re: Germany and America - WWI AU - The War To End All Wars - 17 of ?
The real reason for his departure was to allow America and Germany some privacy in the matter of sealing the peace treaty – which did need to happen tonight, now that they had everyone's signatures on the treaty. America was thankful the terms only required him and Germany to have sex: for all the other nations a simple signature was sufficient.
Even at his most hedonistic, he wasn't interested in doing the entire world, and he certainly had no desire to participate in a whole-world orgy.
For nations, sex had other effects than the obvious: it not only bound them closer together, it bound their peoples together as well. That was probably the reason for the whole conquest and occupations rights thing: the winner wasn't just dominating the loser in the sexual sense. The winning nation was effectively forcing the loser's people to accept whatever the victory terms happened to be.
Supposedly it was less traumatic for the loser than it would be for a human, as long as the winner didn't go out of his way to be an ass: America preferred not to find out if this was true. Bad enough that the very nature of his kind meant there would be no secrets between him and his partner for months after – he really hadn't wanted or needed to know just how perverted France and Spain thankyouverymuch – but to force that level of intimacy on another nation? No thanks.
He did order extra olive oil and let the staff wonder about his taste in food. There were certain practical aspects of being a singleton that he'd had to figure out for himself, including that extremely drunk nations actually did have difficulty knowing if they were in the right place, as it were – which had saved him from having to reveal that little fact to anyone until he'd told Prussia and Germany. Well, that and a little of Raven's trickery to help blur memories.
He might pretend to know nothing of his first peoples' magics, but he remembered enough.
Germany's nervousness grew as they ate, despite America's efforts to help the other nation relax. Possibly because of them: America wasn't the most tactful of nations.
Finally, Germany gulped down an improbable amount of wine, and said, “We should do this.”
America smiled. “Sure. My room or yours? I'm fine either way.”
That derailed the other nation's Dutch courage: he'd evidently expected America, as the senior partner in the alliance, to take the lead. He flushed scarlet. “I… uh… Your room?”
“That's good. Did you want to top first?” If his own experiences were anything to go by, Germany would be much more relaxed after he'd done the deed, and would likely prefer at least the semblance of control being on top would give him.
Germany's mouth fell open. It took him several attempts to force words out. “But… you… you said...”
America waved a hand as he rose from the table. “Oh, the other hole works just as well.” He picked up the olive oil. “You just need to use a decent amount of this before you make your entry, as it were.”
Germany buried his face in his hands, his ears bright red. “Isn't that…”
“Dirty?” God help him, Germany actually was a virgin. There was no way he would be that embarrassed if he'd done the deed when his brothers came under his rule. That meant he'd be coaxing a nervous virgin through treaty sex. “Not if I wash real good.” He grinned. “Look, I'll go wash up now. Why don't you get comfortable in my room, okay?”
Germany was almost pathetically grateful to hear something that sounded like instruction: he nodded and stood, still blushing fiercely.
America couldn't help himself: he winked. “There's a spare bathrobe in my room,” he offered. “We're about the same size, so it should fit if you don't want your natural wonders on display to start with.”
Okay, that probably wasn't the smartest thing to say. Nations couldn't really die of embarrassment, but Germany was making a creditable attempt.