09:00 - Orders

"You asked for me, sir?"

"I did, Germany. I have a letter for you. Your instructions are inside."

Germany's stomach hit the floor like a sack of bricks. He only received his orders in a letter when the task was unpleasant. He nervously tore open the letter.

Germany,

You are to become one with Austria- no matter what.

"Sir! You cannot be serious! I refuse!"

"This is an order Germany. Anything you may need has been sent to your home. I expect Austria to become German territory before the week is out."

Germany turned to leave.

"Germany, ..try to enjoy yourself."

12:00 - Deliberations

Germany sat himself quietly in the middle of the meeting room long before any of the other nations would arrive. Rather than preparing his notes as he usually would and calming himself for the inevitable storm of idiocy which was sure to follow, he stared blankly at the wall. The only thing.. Or person, he could think about was Austria. Roderich. Despite his disagreements with Austria in the past, he didn't hate the guy. The noble was a little too prissy for his taste, but niether foolish nor unattractive. In fact, Austria was very attractive. His eyes were bright and intelligent, gleaming a soft violet behind his glasses. His hair was always mussed, but in the most attractive way, and the mole on his face was quite endearing. Germany was so distracted in his thoughts that he didn't even notice France and England barreling their way through the door… and one of the desks for the meeting.

"Barmy arsehole! You went and broke the goddamn table!" England shouted looking down upon the sad remains of the table which felt the brunt of their entry. "Fuckin' nancy. Didn't even beat me in here, and you broke the table!"

"Fils de salop! Clearly I did beat you if I managed to break the table with you standing there behind it. Eh, monsieur?" France laughed, surveying the damage until he noticed Germany staring blankly surrounded by pieces of the rubble and whispered desperately to England, "Ta Gueule, England!"

England inhaled sharply to bark a response, but it became lodged in his throat when he noticed Germany as well. The two snuck forward quietly, expecting Germany to reach out and break their necks for causing damage to the room at any moment, but he sat quietly seemingly entranced with the state of the wall. England and France stood silently on either side of Germany, studying him with their faces only a collective foot and a half from his. After almost a minute of this, France's face lit up, and he smiled like the Cheshire cat.

"Ohhh Germany? Monsieur? It must be a fine mademoiselle to distract even you."

"Fucking git. There's no way a lady's done this to him… Russia, maybe, but not a lass."

"Ahh, surely it is. I know this face. He's thinking of a fine dame. Watch!" France blew softly into Germany's ear before him, and the soldier's face colored a couple shades.

Germany grunted softly, and was startled by the sudden noise of it. His eyes refocused quickly and regained their usual frosty composure. Without turning his head and inch, he growled at the two other men.

"May I ask, what the hell you dummkopfs are doing?"

"Forget what we were doing, monsieur. What madame concerns you so? With my intimate knowledge of the ladies, I could surely assist you."

"Ladies? What ladies? What the hell are you talking about France?"

"Not the ladies? No? Then perhaps it is a man who holds your favor?"

"What? No! We don't have time for this! Prepare for the meeting, it starts in a couple minutes. Where is everyone else?" Germany looked about the room of evidence of anyone besides the morons on either side of him and noticed the wreckage surrounding him. "What the hell happened here!"

France laughed wildly, and England sniggered. "You were so damn busy being bummed that you didn't notice that we-MPHHH" France clasped his hand over England's mouth and continued, "..that you didn't notice that we discovered a broken table! Sacrebleu! Who could have done such a thing!"

Germany sighed heavily and began cleaning up the mess. "We'll just have to sit closer together. I'll clean up."

As Germany was picking up the rest of the pieces of the table, the rest of the nations began filing in and taking seats. Russia sat near the back with Latvia and Estonia flanking him. England and France had moved their fighting closer to the back, and Japan sat in the middle speaking heatedly (as heatedly as he can…) with China about the best snacks. Austria strolled into the meeting room fashionably late, sitting elegantly in the seat next to Germany's notes. America arrived considerably late with a McDonald's bag in one hand and an extra-large Coke in the other.

"AHAHAHA England! France! Who told you guys to race? I could have beaten you hands down, but a hero should never battle hungry. Not Hungary the country, I could beat her, too! AHAHAHA!"

Hungary glared wildly at America as he plopped into his seat laughing.

Now that the rubble was cleared and everyone had arrived, Germany stood in front of the room.

"Everyone knows why we are here, so we will accomplish these objectives as quickly and effectively as possible. Our first objective is to…."

The meeting passed slowly. Horribly slowly because America was distracted throwing fries at the other nations, France and England were whispering heatedly in the back, and especially because Germany couldn't focus enough to manage these trouble makers. Every time he would gain some focus, all of it would be lost immediately whenever he glanced at Austria.

He'll never forgive me.

18:00 - Tools of the Trade

Germany couldn't remember the walk home, but when he reached his doorstep, a giant package was there as promised. He ran to the door as quickly as he could and threw the massive box inside, slamming the door and leaning against it. Breathing heavily, he fell to the floor. The package was nearly three feet tall and marked with clear text: Monsieur Bonnefoy's Fetish Supply

God, I really have to do this… Austria…

He leaned down slowly and pulled his knife from on of the many pockets from his uniform and began cutting away the tape. It took three minutes for him to cut the tape, distracted as he was, and when he finally did, all he could do was stare.

"This is an order." Germany thought. For the motherland.

He took a deep breath and opened the box. Inside was the largest collection of BDSM supplies Germany had ever seen in his life. (..and that's saying something..) There were restraints, lubrications, whips, dildos, vibrators, cock rings, video cameras to film the acts, and even gags and blindfolds; but it wasn't any of these things which caught Germany's attention. Sitting delicately on top of all of these things, was a tiny bottle with a single pill inside. He picked it up gently between his thumb and index finger and read the label. It read:

To encourage the more troublesome lovers to excellence. Sent complimentary from Monsieur himself.

What the…. Germany was unsure as to what such an obscure description might mean, so he opened the bottle and removed the little red tablet and inspected the bottle. There was a little bit of powder left from the tablet in the bottom of the bottle, so Germany wetted the tip of his finger and collected some. He studied it closely, wanting to understand this seemingly powerful tool against "troublesome lovers." He licked it from his finger, but was still unable to recognize what the material was. It did not taste like any poison he had ever heard of, or like any other chemicals he knew. He sighed and placed the pill back in the bottle and slipped it into his pocket.

I guess I'll have to do all of this the hard way…

He dragged the box down the main hall into his room and began unpacking the supplies for his annexation. He placed everything he could into his dresser, but most things would not fit so he placed them gently on shelves around the room. He removed everything he could from the box, studying each of them and analyzing how they could best be used and which would be of most use to him against Austria. After placing some handcuffs in an easily accessible drawer, and the collection of video cameras generously provided, he picked a bottle of lubrication from the box. This would be very important in easing as much of Austria's pain as possible. He would have to lubricate his fingers thoroughly to fit them inside of the fragile noble. He would get Austria drunk, and handcuff him after he had passed out. He would do what he could while the man was still unconscious, but he couldn't imagine getting his large member inside without concerning even the unconscious Roderich. He would ease one finger at a time into the sleeping man, stretching as best as he could. And then… And then he would…

Germany was ripped from his thoughts by a throbbing pain between his legs. He was aroused, extremely aroused. Germany eased his penis from his pants, wondering at the cause. Surely he could not be so aroused by the thought of fucking Austria… A man? He thought about how strikingly male Austria was, his face quite flushed by this point. This was wrong… he was not only going to have sex with Austria, he was going to enjoy it.

His calloused hands found their way to Germany's crotch as he imagined the mass of things he would like to do to Austria, and maybe have Austria to do him. This brought up a new mess of fantasies and Germany was breathing heavily.

I should really know more about this… it wouldn't be wrong to… for the sake of the mission..

Germany fingered the bottle of lubricant in his pocket and slipped his pants off of his narrow but muscular hips and on to the floor. He sat there on the floor in nothing but his military undershirt and socks with his knees spread in front of him. Since he could not, in good conscious subject Austria to something he did not fully understand, he would have to study it, personally. That's why he was doing this. Not because he wanted to..

He leaned back gently and opened the bottle gently spilling the cold liquid between his butt cheeks. It ran down from his crack across his hole, and dripped down onto the floor. Germany noticed the mess, but at the moment, it hardly seemed to matter. He felt tentatively between his legs until his fingers found a soft entrance and he gently pushed his first finger in.

"hnngggg" Germany grunted, almost moaning. It felt so strange, but so.. goood.

As soon as the first finger was fully inside of him, he pulled it out slowly, and reentered himself with two fingers. He wiggled the fingers inside of him, scissoring to relax the muscles and prepare for another finger. He tried sliding in three fingers more quickly and with more force.

"UHhhhnngg, God!" He exclaimed breathily. As disgusted as he was with himself, he couldn't stop. It was for the good of the mission. He would need a full understanding of what he planned to do with Austria and he wanted it so badly that precum was pooling at the tip of his member. He practiced thrusting his fingers in and out of his ass, gaining speed and confidence with each thrust. Harder… more….. Mein Gott!

Leaning back with his legs spread in the air, he thrust in all four of his fingers as deeply as he could hitting a spot inside himself which made his vision swim with white and his mind clear of anything but a climax.

With one hand stroking his penis, and one thrusting deep inside himself he came onto his shirt and hand.

"HNNnngggghhHH Roderich!"

I can't believe I just did that. I can't believe I just fucked myself until I came screaming Austria's name. Even if that was for the motherland… that was amazing.

-Day Two-

09:00 - Friendly Advice

Germany was working quietly until his door burst open suddenly.

"Monsieur Germany? Are you in? Ah! There you are! I would have expected you hors de combat, unable to fight, per say, after last night, but here you are sitting comfortably in your office at work!."

"France! What are you doing here! You have no business here! Leave!"

"But Germany, mon cher, I come with advice!"

"The last thing I need is your advice, now leave!" Germany shouted while pushing France from his office.

"I will, and I will go and speak with Monsieur Edelstein of your sin de amor!" Germany slammed the door, relaxing only slightly until he heard a muffled France from the other side of the door.

Quietly and without his usual nonsense, he stated through the door, "The pill will be of great use, as you've probably noticed."

Germany threw the door open at once, but France was gone and he stood in the hall alone, panicked and blushing horribly.

A start on my first fanfic. Intelligent comments would be appreciated