Germany ran a gloved hand over the sleek curves, a shiver running through his body. This was so unusual, so unlike him, but he couldn't contain himself. Such beauty and power, such innovative design... Normally he hated this kind of thing, but when it was just so exquisite...
"Like what you see, eh?" Canada's soft voice wasn't so much diffident as outright teasing.
Germany throttled a desire to put the other nation in his place. The last time he'd tried that with Canada it ended very badly indeed. "I... yes, very much so." He even managed to sound close to normal. "I would very much like to ride it."
"Mmm." Canada had been partly raised by France, and it showed just now with that little smile. "You just want your hands all over my precision engineering."
Germany's hands were already exploring said precision engineering, along with the beautiful workmanship and magnificent industry. "I am an engineering nation," he reminded Canada. "Your workmanship is magnificent. Of course I wish to inspect it." His face heated and he shifted a little, hoping his jacket would hide the evidence of just how much he wanted to inspect the other nation's manufacturing.
"And here I thought you would only care for the classics," Canada teased.
"Ordinarily, yes." Germany saw no harm agreeing. He pulled off his gloves so he could explore those teasing lines more closely. "You... this... is not ordinary." Yes, the warmth and hardness beneath his hands definitely deserved to be handled more closely. He wanted to test Canada's manufacturing to its limits, to see how everything responded to being ridden hard and fast, and test that firm, perfectly yielding seat until he couldn't walk.
Canada laughed, a low, sensual sound. "Would you like a... test drive?"
Germany very nearly moaned. He had to swallow before he could say, "Yes, I would like that." A vision of him and Canada in slick black leather, riding that odd three-wheeled motorcycle with the beguiling lines and teasing engineering made his mouth go dry.
He wondered, very briefly, if his boss would allow him to buy one, then Canada returned in - yes, black leather - with the keys in his hand, and Germany's mind shut down completely.