AN: I almost forgot to mention, not all of these are going to be prony. Sorry, that's just the way it's got to be. I mean, what am I supposed to do with Austria and Korea? I mean, really.

I'm going to try and not let this comment thing be a regular deal.

GREECE + GERMANY AND BLOWJOBS (fml)

Scheiße. ScheißeScheißeScheiße.

There was no sensible reason for it, and therefore, Germany reasoned, it was unnecessary. But even he couldn't deny that it was . . . that it was really. . . It was the feeling he got when he ate exquisite (Italian) food; it did nothing for his body —it didn't make him healthier or stronger. So why did he like it? What had happened to the times when deliciousness had nothing to do with taste; when what tasted good was what was good for you? That's the kind of mentality he wished he possessed at the moment.

"Ur ace's eely ed. Oo m'k?"

Germany bit his tongue to keep from reprimanding him about talking with his mouth full. Saying something like that while doing something like this . . . it was just too much. He wouldn't be able to live through something like that. He was at his limit as it was. "Why are you doing this?" He asked instead.

Greece paused in his ministrations and lifted his head from Germany's lap. Germany had to bite his tongue again to keep himself from begging him not to stop. "You left me a note."

If Germany was mortified or disgusted or about to throw up before, it was nothing to the waves of self-hate that were drowning him now. "I didn't leave any note! What are you talking about? And even if I did, wouldn't you have more reservations about random . . . favors like these between . . . relative strangers?"

"Not really," Greece shrugged. He looked back to Germany's still throbbing erection. "So, do you want me to kee—?"

"NO!" Germany launched himself out of his chair. "I bet it was that verdammt bart gesicht, France! I'll kill him, I mean it this time, I won't hold back one bit!" He ranted, picking up the odd gun or baton while he stomped around the room, pulling up his pants as he went. With that, Germany stormed out of the room, presumably to rip France's beard off. Greece continued to sit on the floor for a minute, wondering if Germany would mind if he took a nap in his office. His erection was still in full swing and staring up at him expectantly, but was ignored for the most part, in exchange for more pleasant thoughts about cats.

The doors opened again a minute later, however. Japan stood there, looking a little crestfallen. "Where was Mr. Germany going to in such a state? I thought you two were —er, I mean, I uh, what were you two doing in here?"

"I was giving Germany a blowjob." Greece said casually. "What are you doing with those books?"

"Hm? Oh, nothing." Japan was fiddling with a pile of books that were sitting on a table on the other side of the room. As Greece watched, Japan lifted them to reveal that they were actually a hollow box disguised as a pile of books. Hidden beneath the book-box was a video camera. Japan turned to look at the little screen on the opposite side and sighed with frustration. "Oh, this is no good. Greece is completely under the table —you can't see anything. I guess I'll just have to make the best of this. Maybe I can get some nice screen-grabs of Germany's face. . ."

"What are you doing, Japan?" Greece asked, coming to look over the smaller nations shoulder.

"Oh, it's nothing of importance." Japan laughed. "But you might not want to mention this to anyone else. It's kind of a secret."

"I understand." Greece nodded.

Japan nodded as well, and was about to leave the room, when he stopped and turned back to Greece. There was a calculating look on his face. "Hm. . . Say, Greece, would you like to help me with a little project of mine?"

"Sure."