You reach into the bag and pull out a cloak clasp. Aged bone and carved into a bird in flight, you stare at it and turn it over in your hand, amazed by the detail etched into it. You look up as you hear a sigh, and your heart jumps just a little. Germania is standing.
"All right. Let's get this over with."
You swallow and nod your head as you stand. As you head for the closet, a shiver runs down your spine. Germania is walking beside you, and you can swear you can almost feel the heat of his hand not quite touching the small of your back. You hear a small jingle and Germania kicks a bag on the floor gently as you two pass it. You open the closet door and enter the small room that had been specifically emptied for this game, Germania pausing only to throw an annoyed glance back at the younger nations and Rome. He shut the door behind him, closing the two of you in complete darkness in this small room. You feel yourself blush as you press back against the wall, waiting for your eyes to readjust.
Germania seems to need no time at all, as he is already leaning over you gently, the scent of rainwater surrounding you as his hair falls like a curtain around the two of you. "This needs only go as far as you would like, mær. I will not push you beyond what you are comfortable."
"E-even if it's just standing here for seven minutes like idiots..?" you ask nervously.
"If that is what you wish us to do."
"I don't." Your voice is quiet and a bit breathy. You've seen Germany shirtless before, and you've read that his father was even more strict in the military. "I want a kiss…"
He smirked a bit and leaned in to kiss you. Did he know what you were thinking? His lips are firm as they meet yours, and your arms immediately wrap around his neck to hold him close, as a groan escapes your throat. His lips move a bit more insistently against yours, and one of his work-calloused hands slip to cup the back of your neck, his fingers working into your hair. You shiver as you feel his other hand slide down your side and work its way under the edge of your shirt. You give a small mew as you press closer, and his hand works its way up your side more, caressing the skin and making you shiver. You drop your arms to work on taking off his shirt, wanting to see how he compared to his son, and Germania takes advantage of your distraction, working your mouth open enough to let his tongue invade you, ravaging and possessing your mouth. Another mewing sound escapes you as your hands explore his bare skin. You feel nothing but hot skin, hard muscles, and old scars. Another shudder runs through your body.
"Do you like hard muscles?" he breaks the kiss to ask. His voice is like silky heat, and it's not hard to guess what he has on his mind now.
"Fuck, yes…."
"Would you like to see how a real lover takes care of a woman's needs?"
You can't quite seem to form words anymore, so you just pull him into another heated kiss. It's his turn to groan as he kisses back heatedly, his hands working on both sets of clothing. You're much too occupied to hear a small click.
The rest of the nations are all talking, waiting for the time to be up when Germany checks his watch and goes to open the closet door. The knob won't turn. He tries again. "…It's locked.."
"They must have hit the lock by accident inside."
"Where are the keys?"
"On the box, where you left them."
"I know where I left them. Where are they now?!"
"Th-they lost the keys..?" you ask, biting your lip to try to keep quiet. Germania gives a small chuckle.
"They're in here, with us…" he purred quietly, bracing you between the wall and himself with your legs over his arms, grunting a little with each movement. "In my pants pocket… Don't bite your lip. If you want to keep quiet, use my shoulder. I love a woman who bites…"