Okay, the long awaited Smutty Germerica Fic. I really wasn't sure what to do... so... um... here you go.
Also, I will be updating Enslavement, Followed by Foolish notions, and De Katten Drinken Bier
I own nothing. Rated M. This is SMUT. Just in case that was not clear already.
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Northern Italy paced the floor nervously.
He was so happy to live with his big brother, Southern Italy, whom had been raised primarily by Spain. However, even though he was quite happy, he worried about Germany. It had been years since Northern Italy had kept Germany company at night. Because Southern Italy insisted that he not have any more sleepovers with 'The Potato Bastard'.
Northern Italy had not wanted to agree, but he could not deny his big brothers -somewhat- heartfelt objection. Northern Italy loved his brother, but he also saw Germany as a big brother of sorts. So it made him anxious to leave Germany all alone in his home.
With the exception of Prussia, of course.
He wanted to check in on how Germany was faring at night. Was he lonely without someone to cuddle him? Was he sleeping well? Northern Italy had no way to assess this, without breaking his word to Southern Italy. Something he really did not wish to do.
So, the small nation fretted nonstop.
What to do? What to do?
The answer came in the form of America, the nation that walked in on his nervous pacing, as she sipped a coke from a can.
"Hey dude!" She called exuberantly, and went back to her drink. "How's it going?"
The green-eyed nation looked up, and a thought formed in his head. Perhaps he could keep his promise to his brother, and still check on Germany!
"America!" Northern Italy said with excitement. His bright smile nearly eclipsed his entire face.
"That's me." She joked with a large laugh.
The male nation came closer to her. "Do you, have a moment?"
She tilted her head, Nantucket swayed with the action. Her blue eyes were curious behind Texas, and she looked at him with a soft smile.
"Sure dude, watcha need?"
Northern Italy looked down, and then back up to America. His eyes closed slightly as he mustered up his courage.
"Could you, possibly, do something for me?" He asked with a hint of pleading in his otherwise cheerful words.
Her face changed from curious to concerned in an instant. "What is it?" Her blue eyes never wavered from his nervous-if not twitchy- smile.
"Would you, even consider, checking on Germany for me?"
America flashed him an confused expression. "Uh... he's fine. I just saw him, like two minutes ago."
"No, no," Northern Italy said, nearly apologetically, as he shook his head. "I am worried that he might be lonely."
"I think you'd better start at the beginning," America suggested, no less confused than before. "Because Germany is many things, but I doubt lonely is one of them, dude. "
The man could practically crush a truck with his bare hands... which... actually had nothing to do with being lonely, America realized as she shook her head. She had been learning to pay a bit more attention to others.
So Northern Italy set about filling America in on his concerns, and how the female nation could help him. Something she readily agreed to. Because, that is what heroes did.
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Germany was exhausted.
A long day of paperwork, and fixing other people's mistakes had taken a toll on the nation. He straightened his back, and fought back a groan of relief when his spine popped. He had managed to get home, and in the door before yawing. It was a struggle to make it all the way to his room. With practiced ease, he flipped don the lights with one hand as he untied his tie with the other.
He had leisurely undressed, and gathered up his night clothes. Germany had barely had enough energy to take his evening shower. Though it was strange, Prussia normally took his shower in the mornings. However, the soap was still wet when Germany reached for it. It lathered easily, which he did not mind over much in his tired state.
Once he was clean and dry, he put on his night shirt and a pair of boxers. He was eager to lay his head upon his pillow.
He made sure to put his used towel in the laundry basket and brush his teeth. Once he was finished, he turned off the lights in the bathroom and headed back toward his room. He sighed, quiet happy to be so close to sleep, as he then turned the lights off overhead and got into bed.
Germany rolled on his side, content to close his eyes and fall into a blissful good night's sleep. However, he felt as well as heard something move. His eyelids snapped open, and he turned his head to see the human-shaped lump under the covers that he had not noticed before.
His irritation spiked to new heights. Italy had abandoned his habit of sneaking into his bed for decades now. The blonde haired male bit back a curse as he flung the covers off of the bed. However, the sight that greeted him, was not what he expected.
Instead of a red-haired, very familiar, male nation. There was a head of slightly mussed blonde hair, with a cowlick jutting out on the pillow. Germany's eyes widened comically, as he could not believe what he was seeing.
America had snuck into his bed?! His face heated up, as he stared down at her sleeping form. What was this? He had made a nearly bumbling fool of himself at the last meeting, trying to get her to agree to having a meeting over coffee.
She had misunderstood his intentions, and had shown up with her own coffee... to the world meeting. He hadn't been able to even object. It wasn't against what he had said, but he did not know how to communicate properly with the Star-Spangled nation.
"America!" He shouted, partly out of disbelief and partly out of embarrassment. How the hell had she gotten into his house?
Sleepy blue eyes opened slowly, and Germany was already more than a touch upset over the fact that she'd just let herself into his home. As well as his bed. But, he also noted that her hair was slightly damp.
Had she used his shower as well? That explained why his soap had already been moist. He frowned heavily at the female nation. It would have been at least polite for her to ask. Then again, he hadn't been expecting her in the first place.
"Germany?" She asked, a little groggily. "That you?"
"Who else would it be?" He snapped out.
"Prussia?"
He paused at that. Alright, so technically she was correct. He could have been Prussia. Speaking of which..
"Did Prussia let you in?" He asked with narrowed eyes.
She nodded, and covered her mouth as she yawned. "Yeah dude." She muttered as she propped herself up on one elbow. Her free hand reached for Texas, on the night stand.
How the hell had he missed seeing that as well? Germany knew he must have been dedicating too many hours to work, if he was missing the obvious signs of someone being in his room. He was going to lecture Prussia tomorrow morning about just allowing nations to come into his room.
"What are you doing in my bed?" He asked crossly, hoping to combat his embarrassment with anger. It worked many times.
America blinked at him, her eyes clearing from their sleep as she became more aware. A smile bloomed on her lips and she was unperturbed by his obvious anger. Germany was always like that, a little rough around the edges.
"Italy asked me to come," she told him simply as she stretched.
Germany's blue eyes landed on her breasts as the pushed upward as she moved. He also noticed that she was wearing a shirt and panties. Not much else. He swallowed, suddenly aware that he was alone in his bed with a half-clothed woman.
He flushed.
"It-Italy?"He parroted back, coughing slightly to cover his embarrassment.
America let her arms drop above her head, and onto the bed. She turned her head more fully toward Germany, drawing her legs up slightly. An easy smile was still on her face, as she nodded again.
"Yeah, he asked me to check in on you." She explained honestly.
Germany's pulse sped up at the unintentionally provocative display she was giving him. She looked so innocent and touchable that he wanted to put his hands on her. He could hear the way his blood thundered in his ears.
"Check on me?" He repeated, as he willed his eyes not to linger on how soft the skin of her thighs looked. Or how he could see the barest hints of underwear, just below the hem of her shirt. Germany took a moment to steady himself as he tried to forget the very lustful thoughts that circulated through his brain.
America had always been... someone he had to tell himself not to stare at. Sometimes out of politeness, and sometimes because she was so adorably clueless that he wanted to-
"Uh-huh," she interrupted his vapor-thin beginnings of a fantasy. Her blue eyes locked with his. Her wheat-colored hair smelled faintly of his shampoo.
Germany suddenly wasn't as upset about her using his shower. His face was still flushed as America grinned at him.
"He was worried you were getting lonely."
The male nation said nothing, he just continued to stare at America as she looked at him honestly.
"So, I figured I'd stop by and you could do with me what you always did with Italy." She offered sincerely.
Germany's thoughts went from mostly innocent to flat out erotic in the space of a single heart beat.
"Do with you," he said with his voice dropping an octave, "what I did with Italy?"
She nodded.
He hadn't ever really done anything with Italy, except to fight the smaller male for the covers. His blue eyes darkened and he glanced away from America.
"What did he tell you that we did?" He asked, nearly neutrally.
She blinked, and shifted slightly, one leg moved over the other as she turned on her side. "Huh," America said after a moment. "He didn't really say."
It was wrong, so very wrong, but Germany had the slightly amoral thought to do things with America that he had never done with Northern Italy. He swallowed heavily. If she objected, he promised himself he would stop. However, he was no longer tired and there was an attractive woman telling him to 'do things' with her.
"I see." Germany said, his eyes tightened momentarily, as he moved his hand toward her face. Testing the waters.
America simply continued to grin at him. Germany bit back a moan of pleasure at the innocent look on her face, that he hoped would soon be clouded with lust. Gently, he cupped her face.
"We can do anything you want," she added with a bright look in blue eyes. Yet, it was guileless and not meant to be as provocative as it sounded."
"Anything I want?" The male nation asked with a hazy appearance to his usual stern gaze, which landed on America's lips. He swallowed.
"Germany?"
He stared at her for a moment longer, battling with himself over even considering about doing what he actually wanted to do. At some point, he must have mentally accepted that he was going to make the attempt, because he leaned down and kissed America.
She gave a slight squeak of surprise, but did not move to push him away. Germany shifted forward, closer to the star-spangled nation. In the darkness of the room, the sensation of his hands searching for uncovered skin was heightened. He did not mind the cloth, but it was not bare and soft female flesh under his touch.
He pulled back, his eyes glittered with unspoken lust and a bittersweet sort of yearning that America would not object to his advances.
Quietly, the female nation blinked up at him. Her face was slightly flushed, he could see from the trailing beams of moon light that filtered in from his bedroom window. She bit her lip, and her blue eyes met his as she seemed to come to a decision. America took off Texas, and put it back on the night stand.
Shyly, and it was strange to Germany to see her that way, America gingerly pulled him back down. A groan of appreciation left his throat as her lips melded against his. Slowly her lips parted and she allowed him entrance. Germany wasted no time in plundering the sweet depths.
The kiss broke, and he moved to straddle her. America's eyes widened and she stared at him with an expression that suggested she was actually close to running away. He did not want to push her. He stilled, settling for laying closely next to her.
"We don't have to," he said, slightly disappointed but understanding. Germany knew he shouldn't think that something might happen between them due to a mutual attraction. At least, he hoped it was mutual.
She wasn't pummeling him into the floor, and she had relaxed at his words.
"No," she said softly, "I want to." She looked away shyly and then back at him. It turned him on even more to see how demure she was acting. It was a complete difference from her self-assured attitude in the meetings.
"It's just... uh..." she coughed slightly, "been... a while. Ya know?" She asked rhetorically.
Germany blinked down at her, disbelief etched on his face.
"What?" He asked, not actually meaning to say it out loud.
America wrung her hands in a nervous manner. He had never seen America nervous before.
"It's just been...," she mumbled something unintelligible.
Germany kissed her quickly. "What?" He repeated, now that she had answered his question once before.
"It's been about two hundred years." She admitted with her face flushing darker. There was a subtle vulnerability in her words.
He felt as if someone had struck him with a two by four. He couldn't quite catch his breath as excitement burned in his stomach. So the rumors about America's past exploits were simply cruel insinuations. Somehow the thought of her spending her nights alone in her bed, waiting for a lover to come only served to fuel some of his baser fantasies.
His look turned from overly gentle to nearly predatory.
"Two hundred years?"
She glowered at him, a pout on her lips. He regretted his question the moment it left his lips. She looked so uncomfortable, that it bothered him. Germany hadn't meant to make her feel self conscious. A soft sensation of guilt prickled at his consciousness. he wanted to soothe away her concerns and lavish her with his attention. He was desperate to touch her.
Something sparked in Germany, a way to learn more about the nation that seemed to forever be just out of his reach. Except for tonight. He kissed her again, and America's pout was soon forgotten as they tasted each other. His tongue slowly slipped across hers. The heat and the moisture were exquisite as Germany used one hand to lift the hem of her shirt. He slid his hand downward, inside the band of her underwear.
America gasped as Germany pulled back to watch her face as he touched her. He wanted to see her eyes nearly glow with pleasure and to see her features twisted in ecstasy. Slowly he moved his fingers to most sensitive region. A tiny movement of her hips against his hand took away concerns he had about her willingness.
A nation had to be certain about such things.
The soft scent of his soap and shampoo that clung to her made him feel just a tad more dominant over woman that could easily knock him across the room. Yet, her eyes darkened to match his own, as his fingers stroked her slickened opening. She was already warm and inviting. He shuddered at the realization that he had barely touched her, but her responsiveness to him was heightening his arousal and anticipation.
"Who?" He asked gruffly, a slightly wild look was in his eyes.
America's lips parted in mild surprise, the tingling pleasure she was gaining from his talented hand did not mute out the nearly commanding tone in his voice. Her arms snaked around his neck as their forms melded against each other. She found it somewhat endearing, but still a tad strange, that he would care to know who her past lover had been. It was ages ago, and though some nations had made lewd suggestions nothing had happened since her few passionate embraces centuries past.
There had never been anyone that seemed overly interested in a hyperactive nation with more lobbying political agendas than one could shake a stick at. Yet, there was something about Germany which made her feel... safe. Wanted, even. It was nearly intoxicating.
"Canada?" Germany questioned, undeterred by her silence.
"What?" She asked dimly aware that she was slowly lifting her hips in time with his hand. Her breathing hitched as moved to kiss him again.
Their lips pressed together, and her mouth opened to him willingly again. The heat and closeness of the male nation made her inner muscles clench, her desire was muddled by a hint of impatience.
"Was it Canada?" He asked, as soon as the kiss broke.
"No. England," she admitted with a soft moan as his fingers worked their magic. America felt her passage turn slicker under his skillful onslaught. He was stroking, teasing, and plunging into her depths enough to make her legs start to tremble slightly.
Germany made a noise in the back of his throat, one of possessive displeasure. That certainly explained why England still watched America so closely. Germany had foolishly assumed it was to look out for her welfare. Now he wasn't so certain that the older nation was just keeping a friendly eye out. England knew every curve on the star-spangled nation. Curves that Germany was now more determined to know. He wanted his touch to erase even the faintest memories of England in her mind.
He pulled out from her folds, and America made a noise of protest, but she watched as Germany covered her with his body. He nudged her thighs apart, so that he could kneel between them.
"To many damn clothes," he muttered as the intense desire in his blue eyes nearly stole her breath away.
She felt as if her body was burning with untapped sexual tension as he tugged at the buttons of her night shirt. Soon her bra was exposed to the slightly cooler air and she savored the contrast between it compared to Germany's heat. America's thoughts scattered slightly. Her back arched upward, her body nearly pleading with the male nation to touch more of her.
A ripping noise was her only warning before her nipples were hit with the sensation of the bedroom air. Germany wasted no time in sucking one pert peak into his mouth. America cried out and writhed against him. Her passion ignited to a higher level even as she reminded herself not to accidentally buck him off.
Because he touched her as if she were breakable. Her. America. The United States. The country that no one thought twice about resulting to rougher shoves or punches. She twisted underneath him, nearly shaking as tears gathered in her eyes.
The blonde female closed them swiftly. She would not cry. Even when his touches burned a path of fiery desire across her skin. She could feel it. It was almost as if he were showing her the passions he kept buried inside. Yet, despite all of that, she did could sense that he was not simply after his own pleasure.
She sensed it by the way he moved from one nipple to the other, paying it an equal amount of attention. Or by how his hands seemed to be everywhere on her heated flesh. If felt as if he could not get enough of her. Something that America had always longed for.
His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of her clavicle, after he released a turgid nipple from his ministrations. His tongue had flicked across the bud repeatedly, and America had made the sweetest sounds under him.
He noticed that she was panting, and his want to be inside her could not be denied any longer. There was a feverish passion in her gaze that made him feel more powerful than anything else in the world. With measured strength, he tugged off the thin cotton barrier separating her from his heated flesh.
Carnality spurred between them as America urged him on by reaching between their bodies, and helping him remove his own clothing. The blush on her cheeks deepened and he marveled at how innocently wanton she looked in the moonlight.
Her fingers traced his length with a tentative touch. Her blue eyes flicked to his, almost as if she were unsure if he wanted to continue. An adorably lost expression was evident on her face. He pressed a hand against hers, encouraging the female nation to touch as well.
Germany had thought to speed things up, but in light of the nearly skittish way America was treating caressing his skin, he coaxed her with languid kisses and sensual touches to explore him to her heart's desire.
And she did. Her touch was far from his practiced level of skill. America charged into the act head long, once she reached a certain level of comfort. The teasing continued until he had her all but pulling at his hair to get him to take her.
He enjoyed the clouded look in her eyes, when they were filled with reciprocated lust and trust.
"Germany," she nearly demanded, ready to end the sweet torment he inflicted on her body. The pleasurable suffering that was threatening to drive her mad. She wanted him. All of him. And, she wanted it now.
He chuckled at her tone of voice, murmuring words that were gentle at the same time they sounded rough. It was a perfect combination as she pulled him down toward her. He tightened his hold on her, looking into her eyes.
Different shades of lust darkened blue met as he thrust into her with deliberate slowness.
America nearly screamed at the sensation of him. Hot and hard, filling her. It was too much and yet, it was nowhere near enough.
"Fuck. Deutschland," she whimpered as she moved her hands to stroke his back in encouragement. Her legs wrapped around his waist, to keep him from getting away.
Not that Germany wanted to leave the tight, slick, heat that America offered as she enveloped his shaft in her the depths of her body. A sexy smirk found its way on his face at her voiced approval. He enjoyed the sounds she made, even as he drove them both to the brink of insanity with his slow thrusting.
He had no desire to cause her pain. Not when he was laying claim to her body with the greatest sensuality he could muster. Perspiration gleamed on the areas around his temples. His mouth nipped and nibbled at America's neck.
She rolled her hips toward him, coaxing him to go deeper. He shuddered when at last he was buried in her fully.
The pair paused, and stopped lavishing her neck with attention to stare down at America. Her skin was flushed with the obvious evidence of her excitement. A question burned in his gaze. Was she alright?
America's half-hooded eyes closed briefly and she allowed her racing heart to take a moment. It had been so long since she had been caught up in an intimate embrace. Her hips moved, wiggling around his hardness and Germany groaned.
There was a slight stinging sensation from his invasion, but he had been very gentle with her and did his best to prepare her. She savored the feeling and the scent of him. It was clean and male. It caused her inner muscles to clench at the thought.
Germany pressed his forehead against hers. America shuddered as the movement caused his hips to rock against hers. He panted, and tugged at her arm. America released her hold on him around his neck, but kept her legs around his waist.
He shifted more weight to his knees, withdrawing slowly and she made a soft gasp of pleasure. His hands found hers and pinned them to the mattress. Their fingers interlocked.
America had never felt this sort of intensity before, this level of gentle longing, and it was terrifying. However, there was a part of her that trusted Germany. She couldn't explain it, nor understand it. Yet, despite her misgivings and uncertainty, there was more than simple lust.
So much more, when she was bound with him like this.
He began moving, slowly at first, losing himself in a steady rhythm that had America's hands tightening around his, as her inner muscles mimicked the movement. She squeezed him in nearly perfect unison. HIs thoughts were focused solely on finding a blissful release for both of them.
He moved within her, causing America to rock against him as she tried to meet him thrust for thrust. Her legs drew up higher, allowing him to go deeper. Germany groaned his approval at the slightly altered angle. A small part of his mind whispered to him, that for such a talkative nation, America did not say much when she was too busy taking his cock to care for words.
She moaned and whimpered for him to help her reach the plateau she was racing toward. The waves of pleasure washed over her. Germany was a freaking sex machine! America could hardly process how he knew where to touch or tease to have her responding almost instantly.
All too soon, or perhaps it had been far longer than she knew, America was close to her release.
"G-Germany," she said, nearly pleading for him not to stop. Please, not while she was so very close. Her body tightened, yearned, ached, and finally she arched beneath him one last time. Her eyelids fluttered closed as her mind buzzed with the pleasure she did not want to deny.
America's smooth muscles contracted with her release. She felt as if she had blasted off toward the moon for the first time, like she had so long ago, before falling back down to earth. Only she never left his arms. Germany was thrusting hotly within the nearly vice-like grip of her passage as she caused him to hurtle to his own pinnacle experience.
His head dropped to the pillow, their cheeks touching as they both sucked in shuddering breaths. America listened to his harsh breathing, even as she could feel his racing heartbeat. Hers was no better off.
Gently, he withdrew, collapsing to the side of the female nation. Her blue eyes opened and she stared up at the ceiling. She did her dead level best not to over think what had just happened in the wake of the mind returning to higher thought.
How was she going to explain this to Northern Italy?
Oh lord.
"So," America said slowly, once their breathing returned to normal and the pleasant afterglow subsided. "This... is what you did with Italy?"
Germany laughed huskily, as he pulled her closer to his side. His usually stern expression was much more relaxed and even a touch smug. Her leg draped over his as she waited for his answer.
"Nein."
"Oh thank God." she replied, clearly relieved.
He kissed the top of her head, and America reached over him to pull the covers up around them. Germany kept her warm and safe in the shelter of his arms.
