This was something that I wrote on Livejournal for a quick writing thing, and It was alright... so I figured I would post it here.. and see what feedback I could potential get. And yes I realize this is an odd pairing but it is Hetalia, anything goes in the fandom!

Enjoy and comment if you like or dislike it! I would like to state that nothing in this story is mine, the characters, the anime and manga of Axis Powers Hetalia and are under the ownership of the people in Legal and the Creators and Distributors

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Fingers

"ιείστε όμορφο"

She felt them crawl up her leg, resting on the curve of her knee and giving it a teasing stoke. She loved his fingers, so coarse, so rough, years and years of hardships, battles won, battles lost; independence and the flow of history were etched for her to feel and see on her own body, her history miniscule in comparison. Those fingers were now moving, ghosting across the thighs in a zigzag motion, the sensation almost painful. Laughing was heard quite easily over the sounds of tiny pants and breathless moans that he loved, worshiped and adored, he told her that many times in sex and in life.

One hand possessively splashed against her stomach and left hip that pinned her to the floor, to keep her from writhing and arching on instinct. It was torture, pure torture, hearing his voice whisper sweet and dirty little nothings into her ear in the language of his birth country, it was even more torturous to feel those rough and calloused fingers roughly strike her inner lips and than massage them, always keeping a fast pace.

"Ορυχείο. Όλο το ορυχείο" she heard him whisper into ear, letting his non-occupied fingers curve up her naked body, tweaking and pulling at her nipples tightly. She felt the pads of thumb grace it with a rub and moaned deeply, feeling him curve his finger in her in clitoris and nudge her g-spot repeatedly. Her pleasuring screams were now overpowering his laughter and grunts, She had kept a rhythm in her head and repeated it before breaking down and unable to keep a proper train of thought "stroke, in, out in out, press, curl fingers in, pull out, stroke, and fucking repeat"

"ανήκετε σε με, όλοι σας" he growled out, purring and nuzzling her neck, nipping and biting along the way. She felt him pinch and stroke and pull and knead her nipples, rolling the breasts around when alternating. The double stimulation had brought her to a harder orgasm and she wanted to feel it, feel everything from his fingers. In desperation and between moans and purrs, she begged him to bring her there and set her free.

She felt an absence of touch from her breasts and groaned at the loss but whimpered as he placed both hands on her lower extremities and used both hands as place holders and inserted both index and middle fingers, stimulating her clitoris hurriedly and using her thumbs to massage and stroke the outer walls. She screamed and in complete bliss rode out her orgasm and felt her entire body turn to jelly. She felt sore, as he pulled his fingers out and brought her to his chest, using those same fingers and hands to cuddle her.

"Fingers, are now my new favorite" she murmured to herself and fell asleep.