A/n: Drabbles for a friends birthday. These are only half of them. More to come.
Hopefully these will tide you all over until my next update, which will hopefully be a chapter fic.
My first smut writing is in this. :c

My writing is best read at 1/2 size.


purple
Roderich's eyes were not purple. No, they were much more than that.
To Gilbert, they were fields of newly-bloomed lilacs, swaying in the wind. A faraway memory from his childhood, of little flying things of many different colors, but the one he remembers clearest is the smallest little violet one that glowed the brightest in the dark of that chilly night. Or the fluffy cotton candy that he shared with Roderich one time at a fair in 1904, when they realized that maybe, they really didn't hate each other.
But the most precious thing that Roderich's eyes remind him of, no matter what, was Roderich.

handrail
Handrails were not a proper means to hold up a body. They were uncomfortable, and not stable enough in the slightest. One too-quick move or jerk could send you falling off, or maybe even collapse the metal bars itself.
So, to reiterate his point, Roderich did not find the fact that Ivan has pushed him onto the railing of the stairs that lead to the entrance of the school a good idea. At all.
Nor did he find amusement in the fact that the much taller silver-blonde was slinking his strangely freezing cold hand up his polo while kissing down his neck.
"Ngh, Ivan.." the brunette gasped, grabbing at the Russian's shoulders and pushing him away, "n-not here.. We're gonna-nn! Be late, f-for class.."
"Oh? But I find this much more important than being on time to class.." he mumbled against Roderich's neck, tweaking a nipple, "...don't you?"
The Austrian's face turn dark red as he grumbled about truency and let Ivan have his fun. He would make him pay later, anyways.
Roderich always wondered what the taller teen would look like in a fluffy pink apron as he baked him some cake-and only the apron.

potatoes
No matter what Germany says, a potato is not a qualified substitute for a dildo.
They're too large-not that the German wasn't large, just not as wide as a bloody potato-and they aren't as long as.. preferred. They couldn't reach, hit, or even skim those places deep inside that needed to be touched. The vegetable, as delicious and nutritious as they are, just can't cut it when it comes to something like that.
But truthfully, even a dildo couldn't compare to having Ludwig's cock, buried to the hilt up his ass, to Arthur.

nail polish
One night, in the middle of rough sex with his Danish boyfriend, Tino noticed something. The male, all the while tall, rougish, and manly, wore nail polish. Now it wasn't some girlish pink polish, but a monotone black. How he'd never noticed before confused him, and threw him off enough that while fucking the blonde bombshell, he stopped rocking his hips into the other's thrusts, grabbed the male's hand from his own cock, and stared at it. It took a few seconds for Loki to pause, then stare incredulously at his boyfriend.
"Er.. Tino?"
"You wear fingernail polish," he stated, still staring at the hand in shock.
"Uhhh... Yeah. Always have, little one," the Dane snorted, flexing the fingers in Tino's hand.
"...weird. I never noticed."
"So, you interrupted sex, for this?"
Tino blinked. They'd been having sex? Oh, yeah. They had..
"S-sorry.." he squeaked, letting go of Loki's hand.
The Danish boy then happily resumed fucking the Finn's brains out.

giggle
There was something that struck Norway about Finland's giggle. He couldn't quiet place it, but the sound of it warmed his not quiet as frozen as most believed heart. The pale blonde took so much pleasure in the minute laugh that he actually seeked out the Finn more often to hear it.
Norway's newfound interest in spending time with Finland startled Tino slightly, the young man not used to his quiet friend actually wanting to be in his presense. Not that he didn't like his fellow blonde's company! It was just that he hadn't spent much time with By rg in past few hundred years, that when he spent his afternoon drinking tea and talking to the Norwegian about how his life was going, this was quite new to him.
Maybe he'd actually get to see the boy smile one time? The thought made Tino giggle.
Then Norway smiled.

crouch
Liechtenstein had been innocently walking up the road near Austria's house-diligently on her way home to brother, of course-when she noticed Hungary squatted outside of the window to the Austrian's music room. Curious, she walked over to the caramel-brown haired woman.
"Ah, Miss Elizabeta, what are yo-" she began to inquire, only to be cut off as the Hungarian woman clamped a hand around her mouth.
"Shh.." she whispered, and Lily noticed that the woman was a tad red in the face, "they might hear you.."
The young girl was curious as to who "they" were, but was soon given her answer as Elizabeta raised her head so that she was just barely able to see over the edge of the windowsill. Her eyes widened.
Inside, was Roderich, which wasn't unusual, but the presense of a another familiar male, whom she could not place a name on at the moment, did. The most shocking part of the scene, though, was that the young blonde had his head in Austria's lap, his back arched, leading to.. was that a flute? A flute penetrating him, moving slowly as Roderich pulled it out and pushed it back in again.
The younger boy, who she believed, was name Matthias-no, wait, she was sure his name was Matthew!-whimper, his hips bucking back against the foreign object inside him. Mathew head bobbed up and down at Roderich's lap, and Liechtenstein gasped against Elizabeta's hand as she realized what he had in his mouth.
"Isn't it beautiful..?" she heard Elizabeta whisper against her ear, making her cheeks flush, "little Matthew's almost finished.. It's so exciting!"
Lilly blinked in confusion, wondering what she meant by "finished", when she her a lewd cry from inside the music room, and realized exactly what she meant.
"Tsk, tsk.." Roderich chided the Canadian, and Liechtenstein could almost hear the smirk in his voice, "you finished much too quickly."
A quiet whine escaped Elizabeta's lips, and Lilly's eyes widened as the fingers that were once around her mouth delved into it, pushing past her small pink lips. The Hungarian mutter a few words of apologies, her other hand running up Liechtenstein's dress and deft fingers worming into her undergarments as she heard the two males inside start back up again, watching with wide, innocent eyes.
Now Matthew was on his back, his shirt open as Roderich lapped at a pink nub, fingers toying with the other one. The Canadian's violet eyes were clamped shut in embarrasment and pleasure, lips red and swollen from bruising kiss, parting in a loud moan as one of the Austrian's skilled finger slipped past the tight ring of muscle. Biting the hardened nipple, Roderich pushed in a second finger, scissoring the digits and stretching Matthew. He kissed the younger on his bruised lips, slipping his tongue into the boy's mouth as he pressed in a third finger, pausinf in his minstrations to let Canada adjust to the painful intrusion.
Lily gasped as she felt the Hungarian woman's fingers touch her, her touch almost as skilled as her ex-husband's. Biting her lip as two of Elizabeta's fingers rubbed her, she made an extreme effort to keep her eyes open and watch the scene infront of her, shiving as she felt Hungary pant against her neck and ear, nipping it lightly.
By now, Austria had finished preparing the Canadian, and had removed his fingers, instead wrapping them around the slender hips of the forgettable boy. Positioning himself, he whispered a few words in Matthew's ear that Lilly could not hear, but made the blush on the boy's face grow dark. With that, Roderich bit Matthew's neck, thrusting into him.
Canada screamed, in pain and pleasure, as Austria set a fast and hard pace of thrusting into him, similar to a piece of Chopin. Unrelenting, Roderich's lips were upon Canada's again, meshing with his and moving against them, whispering dirty word and sweet nothings as he pounded the Canadian into his piano bench. Matthew choked as the thin piano fingers wrapped around his weeping member, pumping his in time with Austria's thrusts. As Roderich's pants grew quicker, the young German girl could tell that he was nearing the end, and kept her attention to not miss any bit of this new experience.
"Nhh, Mr. Edelstein, s-sir, I'm gonna-ahh!" Matthew cried, his release splattering his abdomen and covering Roderich's gloved hand. A few thrusts later, Austria also came, groaning Matthew's name, and slumped forward.
Hungary removed her hand from Lilly's panties, also taking her fingers out of the girl's mouth and twisted her head back. She kissed the girl hard on the mouth, pulling back a minute or so later to breath.
"Didn't I tell you it was beautiful?" she smiled, straightening out her dress.
Liechtenstein had to agree that she was right.

cock
It had been a abnormally calm day for Roderich. He'd woken up at 8, as usual, extremely well slept, and in a very good mood. His mood only preceded to get better from there as he practiced on his well-kept grand piano for several hours-uninterrupted. He enjoyed a tasty lunch, and a delicious break for tea and cake in the veranda after filling out some minor paperwork.
"Today was nice.. No word or sight of that idiotic Prussian.." he murmured to himself, as the bushes rustled behind him.
"Hey Roddy, wanna pet my cock?" the Albino cackled, emerging from the shrubbery, shoving the small fluffy bird he'd named "Gilbird" in the Austrian's face.
Roderich decided that he'd spoken too soon.

carpet
Rugburn hurt.
Especially on.. unmentionable places. And right now, Raivis had rugburn on one of said unmentionable places, and it burnt. Badly.
He lie on his stomach, huddled up in his room, cursing Ivan. Because it was his fault.
If the Russian hadn't wanted spontaneous sex, right then and then, in one of Alfred's guest bedrooms, and was too horny to move /two feet/ onto a god-forsaken bed, then he wouldn't be feeling such a terrible case of pain on his ass.
That fat bastard could burn in Hell.