Germania sat next to Rome not paying attention to what he had to say, since it was always the same thing. He beat someone in a fight, and had sex with someone. It never changed except for an occasional lost in a fight.
But today, Germania noticed something. Even though Rome's hair was always messy, two curls on ether side of his head, always remained in the same place. So while Rome talked about the beautiful women whom he did it with, Germania stared intensely at the curls in his hair, switching sides after a few minutes of staring.
What the heck were they? Were they wires of some sort? Plants? Well only one way to find out.
In the middle of Rome finalizing the results of his day, Germania leapt from his stump and grabbed a hold of one of the curls.
Rome immediately quieted, squirming a little. His face started to turn a light shade of red.
Germania started to stroke the curls seeing if he got more results, in which he did. Rome started to gasp and moan, starting to sweat a little.
Next, Germania yanked softly at first before gradually yanking rougher. In each tug of the curl, the roman yelped and gasped.
After a few more minutes, Germania finally let go.
"Alright, what do those wild strands of hair do?" he demanded.
Rome was still blushing, a little shocked. So Germania just took a wild guess. It must help keep Rome quiet.
He would have to use that more often.
As if I could write smut! Let your mind guess what Rome did to Germania. You perverts!
Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya