World meetings were…complicated. Elizaveta was horrified of the idea that someone might find out they were sleeping together. It wasn't that she was ashamed of Ludwig, more ashamed of herself. He had always liked her in a romantic way (as he confessed once to her, lips against her neck as he tried to persuade her to go another round—incidentally, he succeeded). But she had once been a big sister, a caretaker, almost a mother to him, or so she'd believed. And now…well their relationship was one of the most intense she'd ever had. She always wanted him, every second, a coil of rope was enough to make her ache. She'd been taking so many cold showers, she was pretty sure it was unhealthy.

The worst part was, how incredibly happy the nation was. Every moment she was with him, she felt wanted, loved, and safe. When he held her there was a sort of deep peace inside her, she'd never attained before. It was all so wrong, that she had found her truest love in the boy she used to babysit. And if anyone else knew…it would get so difficult, they would crucify both of them. She could just imagine Austria spitefully discussing Ludwig's Oedipus complex, or France's smug grin when he found out. Both would be called perverts, sick, disgusting. Other nations could probably get away with it, but she and Ludwig were always critical of these kinds of relationships.

So despite his protests, Elizaveta refused to allow them to go public. He didn't like it, and she felt horrible, but there were no other options in her mind. So meetings got complicated. They both wanted each other. She could see it in his clenched jaw and how he gripped his pencil so she could actually gauge his level of need in the number of times he broke the tip. He noticed her twirling her hair, pulling a little too hard (it was a turn on for her, but only when he did it), and the way she bit her lip (a turn on for him). Four meetings now. The first one they had survived. But the second one he showed up at her house less than ten minutes after she'd gotten home and taken her heatedly, sprawling her over the kitchen table, pressing her against the wood.

And now he'd broken his pencil ten times in half an hour. The meeting adjourned for lunch. The whole thing had taken place in a building that could be rented for office space or large conferences like the one they were having. Most of the nations took their lunches to some of the empty offices so that secrets could be told to their confidants and not overheard. The building was almost perfect, most of the rooms were relatively soundproof because a lot of sensitive business went down here.

Germany found her in the one office that was able to be heard by all the others, due to the intercom in the corner that had broken and was now always transmitting. Neither knew that of course. He closed the door behind him and gently took her sandwich out of her hand and put her lunch on a filing cabinet. In an instant his hands were on her hips, lifting her against him. She didn't protest at first but she had to pull away after a moment. "Ludwig…someone will hear…"

"Nien." He smirked, kissing along her neck, down to her collarbone. "I need you…." He frowned. "Do not deny me, hasi."

"I never have…" She pouted a little as he unbuttoned her blouse a little, "If I don't say no once in a while you'll think I'm a szajha."

"I would never think that, maus." He kissed her shoulder, pulling back her collar, her bra was visible, it was…his flag…had she bought this for him? He slid a hand into the cup, squeezing her breast tightly."

"Ah!" She pouted, the truth was, she'd expected him to show up again, so she'd worn underwear she knew he'd love. Now she could feel him hard against her lower back, even through his pants. And he was suddenly squeezing her breast, making her moan. "Who gave you permission to touch that."

"It's mine," He smirked, "It has my sign on it." He took off her shirt completely and spun her around, pushing her against the wall with the intercom he didn't realize was on. "I bet something else belongs to me too…"

"Okay…" She gave in, "But we have to be quick, if we're both late, everyone will know."

He pulled off her skirt, though before he had loved the way it curved around her hips, revealing her tight rear. He smiled at the flag underwear and decided he liked it enough he wanted to keep it on her. His lips pressed to hers, and he lifted her on to the empty desk, mostly naked, arms back, and legs open so he could see everything behind the line of fabric that was her underwear. He pulled the line back and then snapped it against her, smiling at the way it made her quiver.

"Be a good little kätzchen." He commanded as she whimpered, gripping her hips. "What does kätzchen want?"

"Hogy szar." She said, surprised at how easily she gave in to his dirty talk.

"A német!" He commanded.

"Gefickt zu warden." She begged, almost ready to touch herself with how much she wanted him. He slid off his pants and underwear slowly, and she moaned at his length, ready to have it back inside her. "gefickt zu warden." She repeated softly.

He pushed into her roughly, knowing how much she liked that first time to be all the way in, especially when she was as wet as this. "gutes mädchen." He smirked. "Ich liebe dich." He kissed the side of her head, enjoying the look of complete ecstasy on her face.

Elizaveta was too deep in pleasure to really respond, but her thighs tightened around his waist. Her loud moans echoed off the walls, her body rocking with pleasure. He pushed her bra off her breasts and kissed her warm breasts, sucking on her nipples, each for a few seconds at a time.

Elizaveta couldn't believe she was already at her orgasm. It coursed through her in heavy spasms. Her muscles all sucking him in, making him even harder and hotter. It was only when he released his load inside her that she could relax a little and even then, he was looking into her eyes as she panted and wrapped her arms around his neck.

When she was finally able to breathe normally, he slipped out of her and lovingly kissed down her pearly white skin to help her adjust her clothes. He whispered sweet nothings in German, sliding her skirt back up and putting her shirt back on her shoulders, buttoning it slowly. Elizaveta adjusted her hair and make-up before making sure none of her lipstick stayed on him.

When they walked back to the conference room, every person stopped to stare. Even Alfred, the speaker who never stopped was stumped on what to do. Somehow they knew. They knew everything. She blushed intensely. Ludwig wrapped an arm protectively around her waist, their places had been moved so that they were alone next to each other. No one said anything simply because Ludwig looked like he would genuinely kill anyone who upset his lover. So despite an awful, awkward silence, they continued with the meeting.