GREECE + ICELAND AND CUM ON GLASSES (Christ on a cracker)

"You're giving me a strange look," Iceland said. "Is this not how two countries become closer?"

"No," Greece said. "I think you've got it right —I just didn't know you wore glasses, is all."

"Oh," Iceland laughed a little nervously. He shifted from where he was sitting on his knees between Greece's legs. Norway had been getting on to him about his naivety with foreign countries, so he decided to go meet some. He'd started with France, because he was always hearing stories about how France liked everybody. He had been extremely cordial and friendly, telling and showing Iceland everything he'd ever need to know about the rest of the world. France had even been kind enough to teach him how countries got to know each other better.

He'd decided Greece would be a good second friend, because he was the most laid back, and as long as he gave up on any hope of being Turkey's ally, he was almost guaranteed friendship.

"I just wear these to see things up close."

"Oh," Greece answered.

"I mean," Iceland stuttered, if one can stutter with a completely stoic face. "I- It's not like I want to see you p- p- penis up close or anything like that. I was wearing them earlier, and just forgot to take them off, that's all."

"Oh," Greece said.

Maybe I should have gone with Turkey after all, Iceland thought. Casting that thought aside, he leaned back to Greece's lap and unzipped his pants. He couldn't help the grimace that immediately came over his features. Shit, he's huge; I wasn't counting on his being huge. But, if it was for his people, then he'd give practically anyone a blowjob, even if it gave him a sore jaw latter.

Well, except Anko, he amended, and then dove in.

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After about five minutes with no response from the blowjobee (The blowjobed? The blowjoben?), Iceland pulled his face back and said, "I'm not doing this right at a—mhmfft!"

"Sorry," Greece replied, somewhat more sleepily than usual. "I didn't think you would pull away like that."

"Y- You," Iceland hissed in rage and embarrassment. "Y- You just— I mean, I don't— it- it, you— I can't believe—."

"Sorry," Greece repeated. "Your glasses will be alright, won't they?"