(Sorry, there's just gonna be this last one for the Gerland pairing.)

Speick chapter 2

You want my wand where?

When England woke up the following morning he was in a daze. Had what had happened last UN been real…?

They took hold of both of Germany's arms (in Russia's case, his waist) and literally dragged him off of America's half naked body.

They held the panting blonde Adonis while he struggled wildly and America reclothed himself.

He felt a heavy presence on his chest. Was it guilt? If so, what was it for?

As it turned out the weight on his chest was not guilt, but Germany.

He looked down and saw the lilac eyed nation already awake and staring right back at him.

"What the bloody hell…?"

He rubbed his sore ass from where he had scooted so far from the other that he had fallen out of the messy covers.

"How in the name of Shakespeare did you get into my bed!" he yelled. Germany looked hurt, in an adorable, kicked puppy kind of way. He climbed down off of the bed and onto the befuddled Brits lap. Right on top of his morning wood.

He reached out and fondled the hardness with a soft hand through union flag boxers.

(The lime starts here. Fans of GerIta or any other Ger+ pairing look away now.)

"Holy shit Germany~" moaned England "Stop~"

His voice squeaked in a girlish fashion as the other male pulled his member out of its cloth prison.

"Really Germany, you're not yourself right now." He tried to concentrate on rational thoughts instead of the hand stroking him up and down.

"I'll tell you what- ahh~, if you stop immediately~, I'll give you some bratwurst, how does that sound, good?"

The horny blonde gave him a pointed lustful glare as if to say I'd rather have some of your bratwurst.

And with that he bent down and languidly licked the side of his member. Britain cursed in English, Scottish, Welsh and Irish before gripping the Germans hair and moaning quietly.

When the tongue flicked across the head of his shaft the Englishman screamed and sank his teeth into his pyjama sleeve, some of his juices weeping from the slit.

His hips thrusted with a will that was not his own as Germany lapped at the precum.

Giving one final twirl of his tongue over the bulbous top he took England all the way down. For an Island his friend was pretty large. All seven inches were seated quite comfortably in his throat.

He snaked a hand up his leg and up his thigh to toy with his sac, massaging it roughly.

The scone eater doubled over with the multiple stimulation. He was practically leaning on Germany's head as his member twitched and pulsed inside the contracting tunnel.

Germany created a powerful suction around his erection and sucked hard. This was all it took for a huge load of milky cum to explode into his mouth. He swallowed it down as if it were the very elixir of life.

England panted heavily and thrusted his hips weakly as he rode out his mind blowing orgasm while still clutching the Germans slick, yellow hair.

His member gave a half-hearted twitch when the younger man started cleaning the rest of the bitter fluid, prodding his tongue into the slit to search for more.

A red hue crept across his face as realisation hit him.

England stood up with shaky legs. His knees almost buckled as he tried to run to the bathroom on the other side of his bedroom, which wasn't easy to do, especially with a bit of a semi on.

He left Germany on the ironically cream carpeted floor, gazing after him with sorrowful eyes and a full raging erection.

….

On the other side of the door England ran a trembling hand through his sleep dishevelled locks. He felt bewildered by this turn of events. He stole a look back into his sleeping quarters where the other male was still sitting.

Had Germany taken advantage of him? Or had he taken advantage of Germany?

Two things however, were clear in his mind. One; Germany couldn't stay here where he could be harmed (molested) by perverted countries, including himself. Two; his undeniably gorgeous German friend had just given him probably the best (and probably the last once Prussia found out) blow job of his life.

…End of chapter…..

(A/N: So Mellowantsyou, what did you think? The next chapter will be up in about 2 weeks. Getting ready to move house is a most vexing business. Thank you for reading!"