For my faithful guest reviewer who requested an America threesome. They said any two nations would be fine, but Germany and Prussia were suggested.
So... a bit of Germacest or whatever it's called in this one.
Rated M.
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Like most things in life, it started out innocently.
The nations had gathered to relax and enjoy each other's company while yelling. America was seated at the crowded bar. Watching.
"You're going to lose," Spain told America balefully.
"The heck I will." She hissed back at him. America turned her blue eyes back toward the television.
It was the 2014 Sochi Olympics. America greatly enjoyed the Olympics. She loved watching her people compete and win. It was a trait of the United States. She liked to compete.
So what?
That did not make her a bad country. She was just very competitive. Sometimes that got her into trouble.
"You're playing Canada." Spain pointed out with a smirk. "Canada."
"So?" She retorted, grabbing her beer off the bar and drinking it slowly. She sipped at it, her eyes riveted on her team.
"In hockey." The masculine nation reiterated.
America snorted. "I beat you at soccer."
"Football," he snarled by way of retort.
"No. Soccer," she said, turning toward him fully. She had to tear her gaze off the screen. "Real football is American football."
The other nations ignored them as they milled about the bar. America got into this argument with European nations every year about what was truly 'football' and why the hell they called her sport 'hand egg'.
How weird was that?
Spain's eyes flashed heatedly. He slammed his fist on the bar.
"Damn it America! How many times do I have to tell you! It was a fluke. Years ago."
She grinned at him. "A fluke the whole world saw." She leaned in toward him. "Just admit that I won. Oh wait... you don't have to. Because we both know I did."
She chuckled to herself, adjusting Texas. Her gaze was warm and amused. Okay, sometimes she enjoyed riling up other nations.
But only sometimes.
"Just you wait," Spain snarled. "You'll lose to Canada... again."
His smug tone rubbed her the wrong way. He couldn't see into the future. There was every chance that the USA could win against Canada.
Every freaking chance.
"Please," America scoffed with a sneer. "if Canada wins, I'll bang nation next to me."
It slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it. The booze had not helped her curb her impulsive streak.
Spain looked very intrigued by the idea. His cheeks flushed slightly. He was the nation next to her.
"S-seriously?" He stuttered with wider eyes.
"Hell yeah!" She replied cockily. "'Cause it's not gonna happen. My guys got this."
"You," he started, licking his lips subconsciously, "You'll sleep with the nation 'next to you' if you lose?"
America lifted her chin stubbornly. Her pride was being called into question here. Not quite, she'd just been boasting. Something she technically wasn't supposed to do.
But, really, what was the harm? She had faith in her team.
Suddenly, he had a lot more interest in the game. He turned his gaze to the television where Canada's team was executing a superlative defense against America's team.
She was one goal down. In fact, Canada had been the only one to score the whole game. 1-0. America's blue eyes narrowed at the screen. She started yelling at them to 'break through' and score.
Nothing. Her guys couldn't even get close.
Oh fucking hell. America ordered another beer, throwing down some money on the bar angrily. A sense of dread was building in her stomach.
She slammed half of the new bottle, with a grim sense of finality. Her and her damn mouth. Spain was merrily cheering on Canada's team.
"They are playing really well."
She turned toward him with a cold look.
"I hate you," she muttered darkly.
Spain grinned at her in an alluring manner, clearly pleased by the turn of events.
"I bet I could change your mind, Hermosa." He purred at her. America scowled and blushed at the same time. Nantucket swayed as she turned back toward the bar.
It felt like time was slowly slipping out of her grasp.
"Carey Price," she hissed under her breath like a curse.
Canada must have heard her, because she could sense his eyes on her from the other side of the room. America flipped him off.
Canada waved and started laughing.
Damn him. He had grown too used to her antics. America blanched. It was almost over. Spain started clapping.
Asshole.
The buzzer sounded, and America could only stare in wonder at how her team came up one goal short... again!
Her eye twitched.
Spain smiled widely, smoothing his hair down a bit. He discreetly checked his breath. He was about to show America why he was considered such a 'passionate' nation.
"Ammmmerrrriiicccccaaaaa" Spain called in a sing-song voice, with a wolfish look on his face. "I think Canada just won."
She closed her eyes and took a breath.
"And?" She asked neutrally, pretending this wasn't happening.
"And, I believe you said you'd do something if you lost," he said suggestively, his hand stealthily sneaking toward hers.
She scowled. Her word was her fucking word. She snatched her beer and chugged the rest. Spain watched with amusement.
She slammed the bottle down, causing cracks to appear at the bottom of the glass.
"Fine," she said with determination.
Spain could only stare at her blankly as America grabbed the nation next to her.
The one that was not him.
"What the hell America?!" Prussia shouted furiously as she ripped him off his bar stool and started literally dragging him through the crowded bar.
Other nations could only watch her with expressions of surprise and amusement.
"Uh... America?" Spain called, trying to salvage the situation. "Aren't you forgetting someone?" He hinted with a hopeful expression.
This could still work out.
The blonde nation turned toward him, her grip on Prussia unyielding. Spain could see confusion on her face.
"What?" Then understanding dawned and she scowled.
Spain perked up. She must have just been joking.
"Right." She said in a clipped tone. She walked back toward him.
Spain smiled widely.
America came closer, her empty hand outstretched, and Spain waited patiently for her to grab him too. Except she turned toward the left and snagged a blonde nation that started swearing at her.
"Release me at once!" Germany shouted, causing some of the nations to snap to attention at his booming voice.
America turned back toward the exit.
"A-america!" Spain shouted, flabbergasted.
"What?" She said, whipping around to face him. "I got both sides of the same nation." She muttered, and went back to dragging the resisting nations that tried to get out of her iron grip.
"America what the fuck are you doing!" Prussia snarled as he tried to pry her hand off of him. He was struggling and fell as she kept pulling him along.
"Oh calm down," she said with a hint of exasperation.
"We will not." Germany denied hotly. "You are kidnapping us! This could be seen as a declaration of war and-"
"We're just going to have sex." She interrupted with a harsh glare at him.
The silence lasted for a whole five seconds.
"What?" The albino male asked in subdued voice. "What did you say?"
"I said, we are going to have sex." She replied with a look of determination on her face.
She was doing this. Her pride was on the line.
Suddenly the world tilted as she lurched to the side. Somehow Prussia not only managed to get out of her hold, but was now moving quicker. His hand on her wrist as he began to drag her behind him.
"Come on America," Prussia said with authority. "Pick up the pace West!" He snapped.
America blinked, trying not to stumble as she was pulled along.
"Why the hell did I have to come?" Germany demanded. "I have no urge to watch you two... do that!" He said, renewing his struggles.
America held him fast. Her blue eyes gazed into his deeper blue ones.
"Watch?" She asked confused. "You're joining in."
Prussia paused in his steps. America nearly crashed into his back. Germany's eyes widened. People passed them by on the street.
Some looked at them curiously, mostly because of how they were arranged.
"What?" Germany asked in a surprised tone.
America looked between them.
"Was I not clear?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. "We're going to go have sex. We."
She glanced between the pair of dumbfounded faces. "Do... do you say it differently in German?" She asked, clearly not understanding how they did not get what she was saying.
America stood on the sidewalk waiting. Prussia's red eyes glanced at Germany. Germany looked between her and Prussia. They didn't move. No one said anything.
Oh crap... did she break them?
"Uh... sprechen... Beischlaf?" America said slowly. To be honest, she'd forgotten all the German she'd known during the war.
Beischlaf... that was right, wasn't it?
"Beischalf?" Prussia repeated in a gruff voice.
"Um... yes." America nodded, with a small smile. Nantucket bounced along merrily.
She wasn't going to rape them or anything crazy. She tilted her head and thought back. Huh. Maybe she should have asked them first. America internally shrugged. If they didn't want to, it was fine. She smiled at them reassuringly.
If they backed out, it wasn't her fault that she couldn't carry out her brash words in the bar.
Germany blinked at her. Prussia looked like he wanted to say something.
Hm. She must have been saying it wrong. Beischalf... sex... what was she missing?
Wait. How did France say it? Or, what had he said the last time they went to Germany? It was those two women at the coffee house. Wasn't it...
"Lassen Sie uns einen Dreier?" America said unsurely. Glancing between them with a small blush.
"Dreier?" Germany said with his jaw slackening.
"Yes." America said once more, with a touch more forcefulness.
"Dreier." Germany repeated gesturing with his free hand to all of them.
She nodded again. "Yes... between us." Glancing at them.
They stood still, unmoving, but watched her with darkened eyes. America blushed further, shifting her weight to one foot, trying not to be uncomfortable.
The female blonde nation tried to rack her brain for what else to say, but came up empty handed.
She sighed. "Look. I already have a lot of German in me," she joked provocatively, "I'm wondering if you'd like to give me some more."
America looked pointedly at the space between their legs.
Prussia laughed. A wicked smile gracing his handsome features. He nodded at her words.
The blonde male nation stared at her, clearly at a loss for words.
She furrowed her brow. How could Germany still not get it? Crap... hm... should she just...?
Oh the heck with it.
"I'd be happy to show you why they call me the land of milk and honey," America said flirtatiously with a wink in his direction.
It was like she'd struck Germany with a lightning bolt. He twitched and ripped himself out of her hold. She had to admit, these Germanic nations were really strong when they wanted to be. She was impressed.
Germany grabbed her other arm with a nod toward Prussia. Something unspoken had been reached between them.
"Hurry up America, you're dawdling in the street." Germany said with an obvious blush on his cheeks.
She did not even have time to protest as they drug her down the street.
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America moaned as her back hit the wall. The moment they got her inside the room, whose she didn't know, they were on her. Two sets of exploring hands.
America felt that if exploration had been like this, she would have wanted to be discovered several times over.
Her head lulled to the side as Prussia gently bit her neck. Germany's hands were working their way into her pants. Steadily. Her hips thrust forward a little as his fingers skillfully snuck into her underwear. America gasped.
Her eyes snapped open and she could only see Germany's face. She would never make fun of his look of concentration ever again. Like this, it was fucking sexy.
Prussia lifted his head, and smirked at her.
"Ground rules?" He asked, with a trace of his accent coming through.
Her muddled mind took a moment, as she gasped when Germany's fingers found her already slickening folds.
"Ground rules?" She repeated breathlessly.
Prussia's hand was tracing lazy circles on her hip, as his right moved up the back of her shirt. It only took a slight tug, and her bra was unclasped. His long and warm fingers began to circle her nipple, making the soft sensations of pleasure tweak her thoughts even more.
"Yes, ground rules." His eyes hardened on her face, watching her writhe.
"Oh...uh..." America's wide eyes searched his.
His features softened. It was rather obvious America had never done this before. The threesome part. Her back arched, pushing her breast more into his hand, as Germany flicked his thumb across her clit.
"Ah!" America moaned blushing. It was strange to look at Prussia while his... brother was making heat pool between her thighs.
Oh. The thought was sobering. Did this make her a slut? She was about to have sex with two guys at once. And they were brothers.
Oh Lord. America jerked back against the wall, the lust from earlier that had made her lose track of her thoughts lifted.
Her concern and worry were drowned out when a knowing look entered his gaze, and he kissed her deeply. Her mouth parted allowing him access, as Germany nipped at her ear.
America shuddered.
The world was drowned out in a mess of heat, limbs, hands, lips, and movement. Prussia ground against her, pushing Germany's hand more firmly against her core as the blonde male's fingers delved into her center.
She squirmed on the fingers that were warming her up. America had never found dry humping from a nation so erotic before.
"I don't know," she said with a desperate keening moan when Prussia moved back to allow her to breathe.
"That's alright," he reassured her, with a slow smile.
She looked at Germany, who gave her kiss of his own. He was gentler than Prussia, but no less wonderful.
"We'll go slow," Prussia promised sensually.
Germany pulled back and nipped at her neck, his ministrations ceased and she trembled as he withdrew his hand.
"If you want us to stop, we'll stop." Germany murmured, kissing her again.
America could only nod breathlessly, when she was able, as they pulled her to the couch.
"It's just a onetime thing," she said softly, half- afraid they would get angry.
Instead, Germany and Prussia only nodded.
"No political ramifications," Germany said quietly. "For either of us."
America nodded numbly, not even having thought about it. Prussia pulled her into his lap.
"Come here," he said gruffly, his eyes flashing with some of his former proclivity toward mischief and conquering nations.
She shivered at the look on his face. Her gaze swung to Germany who was already moving. She couldn't see where he went, but she felt his hands snake around her midsection, tugging off her shirt as Prussia fondled her breasts.
America whimpered. She was excited and nervous. Was she supposed to kiss one for a certain amount of time before she fondled the other? How much contact was appropriate? Were the men going to touch? Was this a double penetration thing?
She didn't even know, and when Prussia's hand moved to pick up where Germany left off... she was slightly ashamed to say she didn't care.
Germany bit her neck, making her stiffen and gasp as Prussia worked his magic.
America had to admit that she'd never wanted something to happen so badly before. Her hips swiveled around his fingers, and she tried to press backward more into Germany. Somewhere along the way, as she was distracted by hands and caresses, Germany's bare chest was against her exposed flesh.
America could only barely register being lifted upward as she was cocooned in Germany's strong arms. Prussia moved gracefully off the couch and knelt on the ground. He gently tugged her pants and underwear off. America blushed, but could not take her eyes off of the former nation as he trailed kisses along her thigh.
Germany's hands cupped her breasts and America let her head drop against his shoulder as he gently pinched her nipples. It sent a fissure of excitement straight to her needy core. She noticed that a part of Germany was already prodding her in the backside and she grew even slicker at the idea of what was to come.
"Let her come down here West," Prussia said in a thick commanding voice.
Germany moved with her toward the floor, not taking his hands off of her. He said something in German, but America could not remember what it meant. She was just going to assume it was complimentary by the way his tone sounded.
Her hands reached out, trembling slightly, when she was before Prussia. She wrapped one hand around Prussia, and her other moved behind her, seeking Germany's length. The dual hiss of pleasure they made gave her a drunk feeling of feminine power.
America's eyes widened as Prussia gently removed Texas from her face and laid it down on the couch.
"Don't want it getting broken," Germany whispered in her ear, his tongue darted out and gave the shell of her ear a light lick.
It was the hottest thing he'd ever said to her, and she pumped his errection with her hand firmly in response. He bucked against her. She swallowed.
America's vision was a little fuzzy without Texas, but she knew exactly what was going on. She leaned forward and kissed Prussia, encouraged that they were not demanding or trying to make her submit to anything.
She reveled in it, allowing herself to get carried away. Her hands worked on them, as they caressed her flesh to a fevered pitch.
"Please!" She said, after a few more minutes of gentle touches.
"Please what?" Prussia asked lowly.
"Yes, what do you want America?" Germany asked in a gruff manner as he bit the back of her neck making her moan.
"I want..." she trailed off, and turned to look at Germany, then looked back at Prussia. "I want... you... both." She stated shyly.
Lust and desire were plain on her face. She wanted to do this, but she still wasn't sure how.
"Do you want us both inside you?" Germany asked, his voice slightly calmer, nearly gentle.
"Yes." America said simply.
"Do you want one of us in your mouth, and the other in you?" Prussia asked, his voice nearly temptation and sex personified.
Fuck, she didn't know.
"Yes!" she cried, needing more than their teasing could provide.
She felt Germany shift, and he sat back, pulling her with him.
"East?" He asked, a question America did not understand.
Prussia nodded, looking at his brother. His red eyes landed on her.
"If you say stop," he told her clearly, with a firmness in his tone that did not leave room to argue, "we stop. No questions asked, and no hard feelings."
America nodded.
"I need to know that you understand," he said with a gentle nip to the underside of her chin.
"I-I understand." She said with a slight stutter.
"Trust me," Germany said wickedly, "hurting you is the last thing we want to do."
As if to prove his point, Germany, sucked on her neck as his hands, cupped her breasts again. America moaned and panted.
Now. She wanted that delicious friction that only they could provide right now! They seemed to know what her body wanted, even if she could not voice her need.
They were working together, America realized belatedly. Not competing for who could give her the most pleasure. No, they had their attention focused solely on her needs, what would make her scream and cry out in ecstasy. She was turned around countless times, in their laps. Their erections were caressed and fondled by her hands.
They were torturing her with slowness and anticipation.
"America," Prussia groaned out with need. His body trembled slightly from repressing the urge to plunder her depths. "Are you ready?"
Her mind was fuzzy, and she was left just shy of what she wanted. Bliss.
"Yes," she said, hardly recognizing the husky voice as her own. "So ready."
Germany grunted his agreement, his fingers teased her slick entrance.
"Are you sure?"
She grabbed Germany and kissed him soundly. "Tell your brother I want you both to fuck me already!" She stated boldly, with a sensual smile lightening her demand.
The blonde male grinned at her. "I think he heard you."
America gasped as her hips were lifted and she felt he head of Prussia's manhood push at her entrance. Reflectively she twitched her hips backward, making him groan in delight.
Germany helped guide her toward the floor so that she could balance on her elbows.
Her blue eyes looked up at Germany with unrestrained delight and pleasure. She moved forward slightly, earning a growl from Prussia, as she licked Germany's cock. She opened her mouth, permitting him entrance, as he drew closer to allow her an easier time of it. America kept on her knees, being filled to the brim, as she brought one hand up to help with giving pleasure to Germany.
She tightened around Prussia, as he started to move more forcefully.
Between Prussia and Germany, she was systematically losing her ability to think or do more than move her hips in every which way. Hands stroked her body, whose she didn't know. Her lips bruised and she felt feverish under the multiple deep kisses.
Prussia whispered German in her ear. America could not understand what he was saying, but she moaned at the sound of his voice. Her moans had Germany groaning as she worked her mouth around his cock. The blonde male fisted a hand in her hair, and moved in time with her sucking.
She felt full. So full and hot all over. America gave small thrusts backwards, against Prussia.
The positions changed, but no matter if it was her on her knees with Prussia entering her from behind as she took Germany in her mouth; they made her feel sensual and desired. Or Prussia's cock in her mouth, as Germany steadily thrust into her, America could only moan with pleasure.
They were very generous in their lovemaking.
And, when they were spent, they lay exhausted on the floor. America cuddled between them feeling safe and wanted.
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There was a single red tulip on the table, where she was supposed to sit. It was the first meeting since the Olympics and her being taken by the two German brothers.
America still blushed at the thought of it.
Spain, for whatever reason, refused to so much as speak to her.
She picked up the flower hesitantly.
Her blue eyes widened and she looked around. It only made sense to have come from one source. Her gaze landed on Prussia, who was sitting next to Germany.
The satisfied smile he gave her told her she'd guessed correctly.
First try. Because, she was America.
Her lips curled softly into a smile as she settled into her seat.
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She found him later, and asked to speak with him.
Prussia was rather excited. She'd accepted his gift. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her. The unexpected time in her bed was something he hoped to experience again.
"I thought we agreed it was a one-time thing," she said to him gently, her hands holding the tulip delicately.
"We did," he agreed readily.
"Then why...?"
"I think you know," he said lowly, watching her eyes dilate at his words. The tenderness he'd shown her had not been lost on her.
Nor the sweet nothings he'd whispered in her ear during their time together.
She was across the distance between them in three short steps. Her arms twined around his neck and he claimed her in a searing kiss.
America pressed against him, soft and warm.
Prussia groaned, having missed the feel of her in his arms.
He felt her hand slip something into his shirt pocket. He pulled back, and noted that her lips were swollen slightly from his kiss. Her lips parted as she blushed. He watched her blue eyes cloud with lust.
"My room," America said clearly, "ten minutes."
She withdrew from his embrace, a slight swagger in her steps as she walked backwards. A sweet look on her face, as she saluted him with the tulip. Prussia grinned at her, his eyes flashing with want and mischief.
"Should I bring...?" He alluded to Germany, but did not say the words lest someone was listening.
America shook her head, her blue eyes sparkling.
"No, just you." She whispered.
He stared at her with a possessive sort of gaze.
America paused at the doorway, turning back to look at him.
"Prussia?"
"Yes?"
"Don't keep me waiting." She said with a meaningful glance.
Prussia felt his heart race.
American would be the death of him, but what a way to go!