The sound of crickets filled the evening air. Austria closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, enjoying the fresh scent of spring. A twig snapped behind him, making him spin around. One couldn't be too careful these days. He relaxed. It was only Germany.
"Guten tag, herr Germany. To vhat do I owe zhe pleasure?" Germany didn't move; just continued staring at him as if gauging his reaction. Austria shifted uncomfortably. "Uh… Can I help you?" Germany took a menacing step forward, which made Austria step back. "Um… Germany..?" He glanced around. They were alone in the small clearing near the Axis camp.
Austria wasn't an Axis power, but he was good friends with Germany and was acquainted with Italy, so sometimes he visited them at their camp and usually ended up staying a while. But he wasn't one of them. He didn't much care for fighting, just his music. And now Germany was acting funny and he was worried.
Germany continued advancing towards the retreating Austria until the latter was backed up against a tree. In seconds, Germany was on him, pinning him to it. He couldn't move. Taking a deep breath, he glanced into the blonde man's eyes and was shocked to find… was that… lust? Panic and terror, along with a small flash of happiness, flooded Austria's mind, but he didn't move. It would be better for him not to; he wouldn't get hurt that way. Germany was not fun to be around when he got angry. The man in question smiled down at him, as if able to read his mind.
"Just relax," the man whispered. "Zhis von't take long."
The sound of tearing fabric rang through the clearing as Germany ripped Austria's long blue coat off. Tears of fear and joy sprang into the brunette's eyes as his cravat, vest and shirt joined it on the ground. Germany's eyes raked down Austria's chest and he pressed close, placing his lips by the smaller man's ear.
"I am going to take you now."
Austria gasped at the duel sensation of Germany's hot breath breezing across his skin and the blonde's hand sliding down his stomach to rest just above his waistband.
"G… Germany…" His plea was cut off by Germany's low growl. The blonde tore off the buttons holding Austria's trousers together and slipped his hand inside. The smaller man gasped and thrust involuntarily into the rough hand surrounding his arousal. Germany chuckled.
"I see. You vant zhis, ja?" Austria blushed and shook his head, but before he could defend himself, Germany had deftly yanked both his boots and his pants off and threw them aside. He shivered, feeling extremely exposed next to the fully clothed Germany.
The blonde straightened and wasted no time undoing his own pants and pulling them down. Moving close to Austria once more, he pulled the brunette's legs up to wrap them around his waist. He pushed them back against the tree for balance and…..
Austria woke up in a strange bed, in a strange house, in strange clothes. He sat up and looked around, trying to get his bearings. Glancing down at a uniform that resembled Germany's to a T, he remembered everything that had happened. With a shrug, he climbed out of the bed and went to join his new allies at the Axis camp.