Germany was hunched over the desk reading through documents when his concentration was shattered by a sudden entrance.
"Hey Germany!" Italy leaped into the room his hands swinging wildly by his sides.
"Ugh what is it now Italy." He didn't even bother turning to face Italy, instead he continued to read through the papers.
"I-uh-well you see-I-"
"Spit it out already!" Germany was used to Italy's childish behaviour but he still found him to be very infuriating at times.
"I need to ask you a question."
"Go on."
"It's a very important question."
"Yes I'm listening."
"I need you to be honest."
"ITALY!" His patience had ran out.
"DO YOU WANT TO SEE MY BUTT?" He stood tall and scrunched his eyes shut waiting for an answer, but there was just silence.
"Germany?" Italy squeaked. "Germany…" He peeked an eye open.
Germany gripped the table edge to hold himself steady. Did he hear that right? Had Italy really asked to show off his butt? He had to know.
"What did you say?"
"Do you want to see my butt?" It came out as barely a whisper.
"Louder Italy! I need to hear!"
So again Italy asked Germany his important question but this time in an audible tone.
Germany turned to face him, sweat appearing on his brow and through harsh breaths he answered "Yes."
Suddenly Italy brightened up back to his cheerful self. "Oh good!" Then he spun around and pulled down his trousers. Waist bent he leant his hands on his knees. "So were friends now right?"
From behind Germany was unzipping his own trousers and moving towards him. "Oh Italy." He pulled out his cock and positioned it between Italy's cheeks. Then with his right hand he reached around to Italy's cock and began to pump it hard.
"Germany what are you doing? Germany! Stop it! You just have to look to be friends, you don't have to touch!" But Germany wasn't listening he pushed Italy face first to the wall and started touching his own exposed penis. Just the thought alone of Italy letting him do this made him hard. He thrust hard into Italy's butt counting in German as he did so "Eins, Zwei, Drei…" Beneath him Italy was letting out high pitched screams.
This was not what Italy had planned. He wanted Germany to stop but he didn't want to lose his friend. Maybe this was how they expressed friendship over at Germanys house. Italy's feeble form quivered underneath Germanys touches. Part of him was enjoying this whole experience but he would have preferred it under better circumstances.
Germany pounded hard into Italy pushing him into the wall more with each thrust. Italy tried his best to move back to stop his own cock from hitting the cold wooden wall. After a good few minutes of hardcore fucking from Germany he moved his hand back to Italy's penis and once again began to masturbate him. Moments later they both reached climax. Germany came inside of Italy and Italy came all over Germanys hand.
After pulling out Germany patted Italy on the back and said "You did good Italy."
In silence they both straightened themselves up. Italy tried his best not to look at Germany, he was ever so confused about what had just happened.
"What's wrong?"
"Well…France just said that,,,"
"France? Why were you talking to France?"
"I was worried you didn't like me anymore and he said that you'd be my friend if I showed you my butt."
Germanys mouth went dry, "So you didn't want me to uh do that. You just wanted to be friends?"
" Yeah pretty much.""But we were already friends! I thought you wanted to have sex with me! You did enjoy it though?"
"Well my butts sore but I guess I'd do it again with you!"
