OMEGAVERSE! Based off of my other Omegaverse chapter in Norge. I gave up on accidentally butchering the German language with Google Translate... hence the English.
Also, I will be updating De Katten Drinken Bier, (New Story) A FranceXFemUS request, What happened to Lithuania, And Last Cry of the Humans.
I own nothing. Rated M.
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He could sense it. He could smell it. The male could practically taste it.
The nearly overwhelming call to mate.
The pheromones of dozens of Alphas and Betas. The sweet-tangy scents of a few Omegas peppered the stronger scents and he narrowed his gaze at the surrounding trees. There was beauty in the patch of the world that was meant to be the 'meeting' . This was the way that society kept from collapsing. He valued the idea and stood behind it.
Beauty from order. Life that denied the chaos caused by their biology.
He was an Alpha that found a large sense of purpose and security in the foundations and rules that kept the world running. When he had been selected, it had been after rigorous coursework and physical evaluation. Germany would not accept a weakling as their representative, and he was no weakling. He was considered a fine specimen to bring his nation a good union at this decade's meeting.
Though he was a younger man, he was proud to embody the hopes and dreams of his people. Germany was depending upon him to secure a good and strong alliance that would permit them to continue to advance without creating problematic political squabbles. Also, it would allow their country to move forward on ground-breaking recycling technology that would benefit the Earth.
A noble goal, he thought.
Granted, every nation faithfully participated and had agreed firmly to the ten year treaty length. Which had proven in the past to keep wars to a bare minimum. It had also allowed for wars in progress to be stopped as allies from previous times were sided with new countries.
He was called by his nation now. A physical manifestation, almost, of their hopes and dreams. There was a large sense of pride in such a thing. Some fear and worry as well. However, he took his duties very seriously, and would not permit himself to mate the very first 'nation' that crossed his path.
Germany was undeterred.
It would be fine, because Betas could still submit an Alpha. Omegas were ideal, politically speaking-and would be easier for him as an Alpha-, if one nation possessed more power than another but the weaker nation had an Alpha. It allowed for an equal balance of power.
In theory.
However, when he had first started his trek into the woods which housed the 'meeting' because it was the 'neutral zone', he had been optimistic. Surely he could find a suitable mate, and therefore a suitable ally for Germany?
Hearing his country called, had filled him with a deep sense of pride. Yet, as the minutes turned to hours, he was growing increasingly agitated. There was an unprecedented number of Alphas and Betas this year. Omegas, the type he had been secretly hopeful for, were in shorter supply.
Germany was a tad disappointed, and the leader of his country had made certain to inform him of this unexpected occurrence. He would not succumb to worry over the future.
Yet.
He allowed for the fact that such a desperate move might become necessary if other prime candidates were unavailable or already mated. He had been forced to stare down with another Alpha that had ultimately ended up claiming the Beta whom Germany had been following the scent of. It was no great loss to the blonde Alpha. The Beta had been close by and time was starting to drag on. Germany was not even certain he would have accepted the Beta. The scent was not quite correct for his tastes.
He'd been overly picky, perhaps?
Well, it was a mate he would have for life, so being particular was not uncalled for. However, potential mates were dwindling as the scents of pairs copulating saturated the air.
The bitterly strong musk of other Alphas assaulted his nose.
It irked him, due to the fact that the other Alphas were all competitors to Germany. Which meant another possible ally being taken by a less deserving male or female.
The hours crept by, as he stalked through the forest, crushing twigs underneath his feet. The leaves rustled overhead with the wind, dancing playfully as he found fewer and fewer possible matches.
That was until the he caught a whiff of something that called to his baser nature.
The blonde man expertly followed his senses toward a stronger, and more beguiling scent. He hoped that he was the only Alpha to find it. Part of him already grew slightly possessive, as he wanted to have the owner of the soft scent.
Germany had skillfully avoided accidentally stumbling into the pairs that cropped up throughout the wooded area at random intervals. He did not need the obstacle of an enraged Alpha on his hands as he was trying to locate what his body was nearly demanding.
To bury his nose in the neck of whoever possessed that smell.
The scent was softer, nearly unassuming and... sweeter? Germany felt his instincts perk up at as he recognized the subtle pheromones of a person that was decidedly not Alpha, the closer he came to where it originated.
He scanned the surrounding area, and a flash of bright color caught his attention.
A female sat on a rock, staring forlornly at a tree. Germany was uncertain as to why she would simply be sitting. Did she not know that the 'meeting' was still going? Should she not be off looking for a mate? Or was this a strategy for mates to come to her? He did not know, but he was determined to learn more as he moved forward.
Bright blue eyes locked with his for a single instant as she turned toward the rustling he made through the bushes. He was not attempting to startle her. However, he did need to investigate the scent that grew stronger, the closer he got to her.
Not Alpha. His mind seemed to purr with contentment. As if his thoughts required even more evidence, the blonde shifted.
She moved to stand, her eyes wandered over him with curiosity. However, she never once allowed her gaze to meet his directly. Her gaze lingered on him as if she were seeing what he was, or perhaps who he was. Either was a possibility.
Germany indulged her. He drew closer still. A more intrigued look on his face as the female lowered her eyes quickly.
Submissive. The same animalistic side of him crooned with delight. Germany's gaze narrowed on the female.
A pin, boasting red, white, and blue with stars flashed up at him. The male blinked. He would have expected the United States of America to have already secured a mate. What was she still doing out here? Perhaps he had incorrectly identified the flag?
No. That was not possible. Yet, he felt compelled to check.
"American?" He asked with clear surprise, his blue eyes raked over the blonde as she kept her gaze lowered.
"Yes," she said with a polite tone. He nearly growled his approval. She was not too skittish to speak to him. Then again, she was apparently American. His rested over her, nearly caressing, as he was pleased at what he saw.
Beta? He wondered.
She fidgeted in the silence that lingered between them, and he caught the acidic scents of worry and concern. America made no move to leave, or to challenge him. She simply... waited.
He found that rather strange. Surely a Beta would at least attempt to discern if he was a strong enough Alpha to control her? Or was she down to him as her only option? If so, why? The muddled scents around him made it harder to decipher hers. The sweetness seemed wrong for a Beta. However it certainly came from her. It was softer, but the air was ripe with so many overlapping scents.
Yet, her behavior led him to almost believe that she was...
No. That was impossible. The United States would never send...
An Omega?
"You..." he said, as if he could not believe the very idea. "You are an Omega?"
She gave a slight whine in the back of her throat, but nodded stiffly. Her eyes widened in slight shock, but never rose higher than his chin.
"You speak English?" She questioned. America appeared to freeze, scarcely drawing a breath.
"Ja."
She made a noise that was a cross between relief and fear. Part of him responded to the Omega's distress, and Germany found himself drawing closer toward her, as if to comfort her. He had not intended to frighten her. However, his nearness only made her lower her head a tad more.
Submissive. The carnal part of him crooned again. Germany bit back a groan of pleasure at the thought. No, he needed to address this with a level head.
He noticed that her blue eyes stared straight at his pin.
"Germany?" She questioned with a strange look flashing across her face.
"Ja?" He replied absently, his body commanded him to move closer to the female who kept her head at the appropriate height. She did not lower it further, signifying true submission to him as an Alpha mate, nor did she raise it to issue a challenge to him. The blonde male watched her with equal parts curiosity and arousal.
She was enticing, in her own way. The stray lock of hair that stood up, and her glasses did nothing to detract from the fact that she actually was quite pretty. The omega was smaller than him, and he drew in a deep breath. Her scent was that subtle fragrance he had been following.
Tantalizing. She was a kind of temptation.
He moved even closer, nearly overwhelming her, but America did not back up. He was close enough that he could feel the heat off her body. She held her ground, as he noticed her scent began to spike with undertones of arousal.
"You're sniffing me." America stated bluntly, as a soft blush worked its way onto her cheeks.
The male nation reared back, his face turning red as he stared at the Omega whose features were half-hopeful but also a little nervous. Shy even.
"Do you object?" He asked evenly, though he fought against apologizing for the intrusion on her personal space. She was an Omega. He was an Alpha. However, that did not mean he was without manners.
"No, no," she said hurriedly, bringing a hand up to cover her face. "It's fine. Really, I..."
The howls of ecstasy from other pairs disturbed the awkward meeting between the two 'nations'. America shifted from one foot to the other, and Germany caught the thickening perfume of her arousal. Both were reminded that this was a time meant for mating.
He swallowed as the Omega before him bit her lip. She seemed to waiver on indecision, and he was mentally considering if he should accept her as a mate. They were running out of time, and presumably, options. Not that he saw her as a last resort.
In fact, the pragmatic Alpha found that he was already a bit keen on the idea of having the American. His body moved, and he slowly started to circle around her. His blue eyes were nearly predatory, and he allowed his scent to wash over her. Though he cut an intimidating figure, she did not run away, and he took that as a good sign.
Her posture and pheromones said that she did not mind the idea of belonging to him.
Her back straightened and Germany's gaze zeroed in on the way more of her neck was bared for him. She turned her head away shyly.
Germany rumbled in approval at the display of true submission. So she would accept him? That was good. He thought that was good. Her blue eyes peeked up at him from underneath her lashes. As if she were waiting for his approval.
Would he deny her? Or would he accept?
He thought for a moment. Did he approve of her? Something in him tightened, a nearly feral need to possess the willing Omega within arm's reach. Yes. He approved. He did not need to look at other options for an alliance for his people. The United States had produced an Omega, and he was not going to permit someone to take her from him.
It was a rare opportunity, and that is how he would explain it should his government bother to ask him.
Experimentally, he leaned in closer to her exposed neck. He found that he greatly enjoyed the way she shivered in response to his closeness. A soft whine escaped from her throat. He could practically feel her excitement, even as the heady scent of her pheromones flooded his nose.
His hand reached for her, but she was already moving toward him at the same time. Lust and mingling aromas of sex around them spurred the animalistic pair into a higher haze of passion. America ground her hips against his when he pulled her flush with his body. A low growl of appreciation tore from his throat as he leaned down and captured her lips.
They were tumbling to the forest floor. Hands moved in hurried near-unison as the removed the barriers that separated their heated flesh. His teeth nipped at her exposed neck and she whined for him. In a nearly wanton fashion as she expressed her need.
Soon it was their reciprocating sounds of desire and ecstasy filled the air, casting a blanket of euphoric bliss in its wake.