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Hetalia kink meme part 27
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[Part 27] Re: Germany and America - WWI AU - The War To End All Wars - 19 of ?
(Anonymous) 2016-08-06 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)They lay there for a while, simply snuggling and half-dozing. Partly formed wisps of thought drifted through America’s mind, his, his people’s and Germany’s. It was so long since he’d done this he’d forgotten how intense it could be, and he wanted some time to just bask in the sensations, the mix of lazy warmth and the sea lapping against the Florida coast with the chill shoreline of the North Sea and the ships steaming into ports on his and Germany’s coastlines.
They might seem different on the surface, him and Germany, but they had so very much in common. Both worked hard, both liked things to be right. They both liked to build things, to improve on existing designs and make new things; and to learn, to discover all there was to know.
America hoped this would be a lasting alliance: the isolation doctrine might keep his people out of Europe’s endless wars and the long and bloody history the European nations shared, but it also left him more than a little lonely.
His states weren’t his equals, and they were more than a little busy themselves. Canada and Mexico had their own issues, and besides, neither could compare to his population or his economy. America knew full well the only reason he wasn’t a global power was that his people didn’t want anything to do with the rest of the world’s business.
He rather hoped things could stay that way, although he doubted they would. The butcher’s bill for this war meant that his people would be helping Europe for years, rebuilding shattered economies and helping to make up for the loss of much of a generation of young men.
Hopefully the scars would be enough to remind the fool bosses what it meant to take a nation to war – not that America was overly hopeful on that front. Neither was Germany: America could feel the echo to his scattered thoughts and feelings in the nation in his arms.
The nation who had proven to be positively magnificent in bed.
As Florida began to stir, Germany shifted a little, and murmured, “Did you want to… continue?”
When America looked, he wasn’t surprised to see a blush on the other nation’s face: he’d noticed the warmth. “If you’re ready.”
“I… believe so.” Germany’s blush deepened, and yes, it did go all the way down his chest. “This… er...”
“First time?” America asked.
Germany nodded.
“I’ll take it slow,” he promised. “Tell me if anything I do doesn’t work for you, or if you want me to stop.”
Somewhat to America’s relief, Germany relaxed rather a lot. Doing this with a nervous partner wouldn’t be fun. If Germany was calm enough to enjoy things, that would be a whole lot better: America liked his bedmates willing and eager, not terrified.
“Thank you.” Germany sighed. “I… am not very good with emotional things.” He closed his eyes. “There is so much I do not remember, you see.”
That made no sense to America, so he waited until Germany spoke again.
“My first clear memories are from the mid eighteen hundreds, but I looked about ten or so,” he said. “I think whatever I knew about expressing or reading emotion was lost with my early memories.”
“That would be horrible, man,” America said sympathetically. “You must be always trying to figure it out the hard way.”
Germany blinked, staring at him. “You do not find this odd?”
America turned to lie on one side so he could look at Germany properly. “You are who and what you are. As long as you stay true to yourself, that’s all that matters.”
A small, shy smile touched the other nation’s face. “Thank you, America.”
America returned the smile. “You’re welcome.” Exchanging formalities while they lay side by side, buck naked in bed – after some of the best sex America had ever had – seemed kind of odd, but then, he wasn’t the most normal kind of nation anyway. He’d go with whatever Germany did, as long as the other nation was willing to at least try to give him the same consideration.
Germany shifted a little, not precisely uncomfortably. “Did you want...” He blushed, shifted again.
America let his smile soften. “If you want me to explore your lands, I’d love to see if I can find your zone.”
Damn that blush was enticing: Germany’s whole face was red, his ears were starting to flush as well, and the bright red was creeping down his chest. It was seriously cute – and ‘cute’ was a word America suspected nobody even thought could be used to describe Germany.
“I… please...” Germany swallowed, ducking his head. “I would like that very much.”
America let his hand rest on Germany’s side, taking in the warmth of the other nation’s body, and the tingling feel of his people going about their business despite the lateness of the evening, the buzz of electric lighting and the rattle of trains and trams, the burr of automobiles. Whichever city his hand had found was a busy one.
He brushed his hand south, over rolling hills and farmland, towards the Black Forest and its hidden wilderness, moving to straddle Germany when the nation turned to lie on his back, blue eyes half-closed and a faint, contented smile on his face. And his vital regions half-standing, clearly enjoying the attention America was giving Germany’s southern lands.
The way a nation’s lands mapped to his body wasn’t always obvious or sensible – New Jersey was not one of America’s armpits no matter what people said – and this was proven as America explored: the industrial center of the Ruhr made Germany’s vital regions, his spine his railway network and not his mountains.
As America’s hands ranged northwards – more or less – Germany arched his back, allowing America’s hands greater access to the central uplands with their hills and forests and farms that stretched east to west, bordered by the forests and ranges of southern Germany and the northern swamplands and plains stretching to the North Sea and the Baltic Sea.
He slid one hand down Germany’s spine, found a small spot near his tailbone that felt… different.
Germany whined and his half-mast erection – the German portion of the rail line and the Danube from Munich to Vienna, really? - stood to attention.
“Mmm, like that?” America caressed the spot, teasing as Germany’s back arched and he reached up to pull America into a tight embrace, eyes wide open and glazed with pleasure.
They kissed, awkwardly at first then more naturally, lips and tongues exploring each other, finding caves and hidden places as America’s right hand explored Germany’s coastline and his left rubbed the spot without mercy.
“Please,” Germany gasped, the words tumbling from his mouth and vibrating against America’s skin, broken German please and God and wonderful and more and now damn you now, and America caught the words with his kisses, let his right hand slide down Germany’s western border.
He kissed his way south, down Germany’s flushed neck and chest as his right hand slid behind Germany’s balls to the slit, felt the moisture there where the Danube crossed the German border, and slipped a finger inside, to the rail line to the Ruhr teasing both as Germany bucked and strained beneath him, hands clawing at his back and shoulders while Florida rose and pushed hard against Germany’s thighs.
“Ready?” America positioned Florida at that hidden entrance, the one only later-generation nations had.
Germany growled something that could have been please or it could have been so help me if you don’t do this now I will kill you.
America entered quickly, his people, his industries, sliding into the welcoming warmth of Germany’s factories and farms and railways and people, a peaceful invasion of cruise ships disgorging tourists and workers, trains filled with travelers, of cultural exchange and exchange.
He curled his free hand around the Munich-Vienna line, stroking gently while Florida filled the Ruhr basin to capacity and then some, pulled back almost far enough to pull out before entering again, and again, building his pace while Germany held tight and shuddered against him, all control gone, his pace and force quickening until that hot, heavy tightness pulsed in the Panhandle.
One last quick burst of rough pumping and Germany came undone, the Munich-Vienna line spilling out while Florida flooded the Ruhr with America’s essence, and again that magical moment when the two were one, German and American together, united and strong and perfect.
The moment passed, America slumping onto Germany’s chest, not caring about the sticky mess they’d made or about anything, really.
“God...” Germany sounded as exhausted as America. “God in Heaven… That… was… wonderful.”
America tilted his head to meet Germany’s eyes. “You are wonderful,” he murmured. “So strong, so proud...”
They lay like that for some time, neither wanting to move or to break the mood. Eventually, America sighed. “We should wash.” He made a face. “This is going to be nasty if we let it dry.”
Germany chuckled softly, making his chest vibrate. “I thought I was supposed to be the one who was overly concerned about staying clean.”
Well, that was part of this kind of thing: traits would overlap a bit, and they’d know what the other was thinking for a while. “Things kind of… merge in this sort of union.” He offered a wry twist of a grin. “Don’t be shocked if you find yourself thinking like me.”
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Re: [Part 27] Re: Germany and America - WWI AU - The War To End All Wars - 19 of ?
(Anonymous) 2016-10-02 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)