Okay so yeah, sorry if this took longer than you expected. I've got a shit load of other commitments and really the only thing I care about with this is that it's good quality. Thanks for reading and reviewing and have a good day.
So there he was, standing on a street corner late that night, waiting for his first patron. Thankfully, America had agreed to leave his appearance alone for the most part, asking only that he shaved, put on a little mascara, and allowed him to pick out the clothes. Though even that Ludwig was regretting. Alfred had adorned him in five-inch heels, a black lacy corset, and a skin-hugging crimson mini-skirt so short he had doubts about whether or not it was even meant for adults to wear. Then he noticed the slit running up the right hand side. He didn't want to think about where America had gotten these articles of clothing from, nor who had worn them before he had.
"At least I'll look pretty while whoring myself out for America's amusement." Germany muttered bitterly as a breeze ran through the thin garments, causing him to shiver.
"Yeah, that's true." Someone chirped. Germany squawked in alarm, jumping slightly in his shock, and wheeled round, to see Italy standing behind him. Italy jumped back, wailing and shrieking.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" The dangerous look in his eyes made Italy instinctively raise his arms in front of his face to shield himself.
"Agh! You disappeared from the conference before I could find you again, and I went home and you weren't there either and I called Japan and he didn't know where you were either and neither did Prussia, and then I went to find the Allies because I saw you talking to them and when I asked where you were and they all started laughing, and I was getting worried and I didn't know what to do and then America said I'd find you here and please don't hit me!" Italy cried, speeding up as he spoke until his words were blurred and nonsensical. Germany rolled his eyes, and shook his head.
"I wont hit you. Maybe. How long have you been here?"
"A couple minutes. I wasn't sure it was you until you spoke, but I was too scared to ask." He stammered, shaking slightly.
"I see. What did you want, anyway?" Germany asked, wondering why Italy had been so concerned about him. It wasn't as if he was Feliciano's little brother. He could take care of himself.
"Oh well uh nothing really. I just wondered why you ditched me." Italy resumed a normal stance, seemingly assured he wasn't in any immediate danger. Germany sighed inwardly.
"I didn't mean to; I thought you had already left... Just go home Italy. I should be back in a couple of hours." Germany waved him off, not wanting him to still be there when anyone who had an interest in "hiring" him arrived. Italy made a little whimpering noise, clearly reluctant to make the trip on his own, but he turned and walked away without another word. Germany sighed, both hating Italy for making this whole thing harder than it already was and hating himself for getting into this stupid mess.
"Aww, look at him. The poor thing is lost without you." France chuckled as he walked towards Germany, casting a sympathetic look towards the now out-of-sight Italy.
"Ja but there's nothing I can do about it, if I want to keep my soul." Germany groaned, before shooting France a suspicious look, "What did you want anyway?"
"I don't think you need to ask, mon ami~." France leaned forwards and pressed a €20 note into Germany's hand, winking. Germany pushed him away, glaring.
"Are you mocking me?!" He all but growled.
"Hon hon, no, of course not. Even a gorgeous man like me can love a butch man like you~." France purred. Germany shot him a look of pure hatred, before catching his arm, and pulling him towards the motel America had booked for him. His groan of "Let's get this over with," was drowned out by France's startled and delighted squeals and his cries of "Oh mon cher, I had no idea you were so forward~!".
The motel room was pretty standard, the only furniture being a double bed, a chest of drawers, a tiny fridge next to the chest of drawers, and a door which Germany presumed led to a bathroom (which he desperately hoped contained a shower), but he didn't get a chance to check, as France walked in behind him, closing the door with a swish of his hips, and he recalled what he was supposed to be doing. France advanced on Germany, draping his arms over the taller nations shoulders. Gentle kisses were pressed to his mouth, neck and jaw line, while deft fingers unlaced the corset, making Germany sigh with relief. It had been digging into his skin, crushing his muscular form into something shapely and feminine and he was glad to see it go. Fingers running through his hair brought him back to reality, and Germany smiled, a little bemused that France was treating him like a lover he had seduced rather than bought. It was better than if France had simply ordered him to strip, get on the bed and spread his legs, but even so, he didn't want to prolong the experience. He quickly began to return France's affectionate gestures, sucking on a particularly sensitive spot on France's neck, causing him to groan softly, unbuttoning his shirt as he did so. France quickly slipped out of it, and Germany began to leave a trail of kisses and bites down France's chest, from the collarbone to the naval until he'd unzipped Frances jeans and was tugging down his boxers with his teeth. Licking a hot strip up France's already hard cock, before he tried to remember what was usually done for him when he was on the receiving end. The last time Japan had done it, he'd done it so slowly, teasing him mercilessly, licking and kissing his member, occasionally pulling away and wanking him off to make his mouth free to do other things, so that he was a panting, begging, desperate mess, on the edge of coming before Japan even took him into his mouth. Germany blushed at the memory, letting out a sigh that made France shudder and moan, and tried to get his mind back onto what he was supposed to be doing. Hallowing his cheeks, he began to bob his head, but he couldn't get those thoughts out of his head. Memories of Japan wandered unbidden into his mind. Japan riding him, clinging to his chest, burying his face in Germany's shoulder, gasping and yelling Germany's name as his orgasm hit. He moaned around France's member, stiffening just at the thought of Japan crying out and writhing in pleasure underneath him.
After a minute, France's fingers began to gently prise Germany off him, before pulling him up.
"Mngh, that's enough of that, mon cher. Get on the bed." France murmured, his voice shaky, stepping to his feet to give Germany room. Germany hopped onto the bed, lying back and spreading his legs, still unsure of whether or not France wanted to screw or be screwed. He got his answer when France began to slick up his hands with lube. Germany groaned as France began to prepare him, fucking him with a finger, and then adding another, scissoring them, as he began to grow impatient, desperate to be inside Germany. Germany's hips began to twitch, bucking up in an attempt to gain some friction.
"Mon cher~?" France simpered, taking a moment to admire the view of Germany as he lay underneath him, whimpering and writhing, before continuing, "Hon hon hon, have you been, shall we say, taken by a man before?" Germany glowered, about to tell France to fuck off and mind his own business, when France's hand closed around his dick and began to wank him off, causing all rational thought to scatter.
"The truth please~" France purred, crooking one of his fingers and rubbing against Germany's prostate.
"A-ah nein. I've been with Japan before but I was always the one on top." Germany admitted, whimpering and moaning. France nodded.
"Just relax mon ami. You're going to love this.~" France assured him, slightly worried to have learnt that Germany was effectively a virgin.
"Ja, I'm -ah! Fucking hell France- s-sure I will. Oh God, I need you, please fuck me now." Germany began to beg and France couldn't resist any longer. A condom was pulled on, and then he thrust into Germany, letting out a low groan as he did so. A long filthy moan erupted from Germany as France began to fuck him hard and fast. All the finesse, control, and affectionate gestures were gone. They was just two men desperately chasing their orgasms, with fingers dug deep into the others' flesh, and hips bucking wildly.
France seemed to sense Germany getting closer to his release; his hand moved back to Germany's aching cock, as he quickened his pace, thrusting in and out of Germany with no rhythm or care. He soon came with a scream, with Germany following suite seconds later. Panting, the two laid there for a while, in a hazy moment of post-coital bliss. Eventually France pulled out of Germany and rolled onto his back so he could lie beside him, carelessly disposing of his condom before draping an arm across Germany's chest and snuggling up to him.
"Mon ami mon ami~" He murmured nonsensically, drifting off to sleep a few minutes later. Germany rolled his eyes and slipped out from under the arm. He'd have much rather stayed there, but he had to clean himself up, get dressed, and go out to do the whole thing over again with someone else. For Germany, that night had just begun.
