Okay, sorry to do this. Someone wanted a meeting with America getting naughty with Germany. However, this took a strange twist in my mind. So... yeah.

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There wasn't much to say. America was at a meeting, privately, with Germany.

A nation she had a massive crush on. Really. She'd liked him for decades, but the guy was... dense. She tried flirting with him, but it produced nothing except irritation from the European nation.

Until finally, her attempts at subtly were met with nothing but icy stares.

So she decided to 'go for gold'. Throw caution to the wind.

America, land of the free... home of the brave... was going to simply seduce him. By blatantly throwing herself at him

Like now.

Her hands were on his thighs, and she was standing between his legs while Germany started at her with open mouth shock. She moved to her knees, with a small smile of triumph in place.

"America, what are you doing?"

She smiled at him, a look smoldered in her eyes that suggested he should just let her continue.

"Taking a break."

"Near my...?"

"Oh yes." She murmured as she started reaching to unbuckle his pants.

"Stop! This is highly inappropriate and I-"

"Germany," America said patiently as her hand palmed over his semi-erect length. "I'm going to suck it. Not bite it off. Would you calm the fuck down?"

He flushed to the roots of his hair, his eyes nearly impossibly wide as he swallowed quickly.

"W-what?"

She rolled her blue eyes, but grinned none the less. A saucy and seductive look on her face. "Which part did you understand? Because the concept is incredibly simple here darlin'."

"Darling?"

"Really? I offer to give you a blow job, and you are questioning the use of an endearment? Seriously dude?"

Germany looked scandalized. "Y-y-you! You cannot...cannot...say such things."

"Can't?" America laughed, continuing to tease the length of him through the cloth that separated them. She could feel it hardening under her caresses. "Then I really shouldn't say something like... I want you?"

He looked so red, that the could have rivaled a cherry. He made an indignant sputtering noise. "That is-"

"Me love you long time?" She quipped in a slightly sultry tone.

The male nation glanced up sharply, his adorably nervous face shifted into an expression of ire.

"Are you making fun of China?"

She blinked, processing what he asked.

"What?" America reared back looking perplexed. "No!" She looked scandalized by the very idea.

He appeared unsure, though his eyes flicked down to her hand and back to her.

"But the -"

She removed her hands from him as if he burned her.

"Oh God, no dude. Just no. That would be horribly insensitive and I... you know what? Never mind. That killed the mood." She said, sighing and disheartened. The female nation moved back to her side of the table, leaving Germany still aroused but untouched.

America sat down with a look of disgruntlement and started shifting the papers around. The female nation seemed settled back into the monotony of going over clauses for their contracts.

"So Article 13.221.12, stating that military response-"

"America? You are not... truly stopping. Are you?" The male nation inquired with a flabbergasted look on his stern features.

She peeked her blue eyes over the top of Texas and stared at him blankly.

"Yeah. Yeah I am."

Germany shifted, trying to ease the arousal that the star-spangled nation had caused. He clenched his teeth and looked away.

"I think perhaps we are being a tad hasty."

"The mood is dead."

"I think that is open to some discussion."

"Oh my gosh. Are you really trying to haggle sex like these freaking peace time contracts?" She stared at him with disbelief.

"I am not haggling." Germany said with a slight cough. His cheeks still bright red. "I just think that you are rushing to a conclusion without involving all parties."

"Hm. Yes, well. It's my mouth. I get to choose."

He opened and closed his mouth several times. Then his dark blue eyes glanced at her with a touch of shyness as well as cunning.

"You said you were taking a 'break'."

"Yes? And?"

"The International law states that all breaks must be at least-"

"You are quoting international law at me, to get me to pleasure you?"

"I wouldn't phrase it like... I'm not trying to force... I-"

America put the palm of her hand under her chin, and rested her elbow on the table. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue.

"So.. you... what? Want to have sex with me?"

"I never said I didn't."

"You were protesting an awful lot."

He looked down, his hands fisted at his sides, and he seemed highly upset. Her sky blue eyes narrowed in on the fact that he did still seem... nervous. In fact, he only seemed relaxed when she'd been telling him what to do and running ram shod over his ideas... and-

Putting him under her thumb, so to speak. She had an idea.

"But," She said glancing to the left and grinned. "Maybe you're just a naughty, naughty nation. Ja?"

Germany swallowed, his eyes glazed slightly and America noticed he was breathing quicker.

Well, it didn't prove anything, but it was certainly something to go off of.

She gave a slow and measured grin. "Dirty. Filthy even. So when I tell you to do something, you are going to do it. Am I clear?"

He nodded quickly and with considerably more enthusiasm. So, he did respond well to her taking control. Her eyes became half-hooded as America grinned wickedly, before turning the grin into a tempting pout.

"Oh." The star-spangled nation said, realizing what she had missed in her dealings with Germany. "You like to be dominated. Don't you?"

He nodded stiffly.

"Humiliated?" She questioned softly, in a tone that suggested merely curiosity.

Germany's nod was much slower this time. Ah. He looked highly uncomfortable, but dare she say... turned on? Something inside her clenched tightly with want and a sense of understanding. Well, if that is what got Germany turned on...

She could certainly be accommodating.

America hid a smile and gazed at him deeply. Every line of her face appeared to be that of someone in perfect control over the situation. With a touch of raw passion to her words.

"You fucking masochist." She sneered as Texas flashed under the florescent light. It gave her an aura of danger as well as power. "Well, that's not true. Not all subs like pain. But you are just the kind of little bitch that would. Aren't you?"

She noticed that he shivered at her words. So, he was wonderfully responsive to her. Excellent. He watched her with rapt attention. America would be lying if she said she did not enjoy the attention.

And, she loved being worshiped, by people or nations. Watching Germany swallow heavily gave her a deep thrill of excitement.

"Did I say you could look at me? No." Her tone was harsh and unforgiving. He flinched back into his chair more, eyes dropping to the ground instantly. "Better. Now, unbuckle your belt. You damn pansy."

His hands fumbled quickly for his buckle, trying to yank it off with varying amounts of success. America stood up gracefully, walking toward him with a stride that exuded confidence and sexuality.

"You are too damn easy," she hissed at him. Germany flushed even more. America reached out a hand and traced it down his face. "But you're are cute. You little fetish boy."

He leaned into her touch, but America pulled her hand away. She stared at him with an unreadable look. Germany was rather attractive when he was flushed and fumbling around to get his pants open. Everyone had their thing. The one sort of stimulation that really flicked their bic. So to speak. The Star-spangled nation knew she'd found Germany's on switch, and it was time to light up the freaking room.

"Unzip your pants," she demanded. He did so eagerly, the sound of the zipper being undone seemed louder than usual. "Don't move."

He stilled instantly at her tone. The one that dared him to put so much as a fingernail out of line with what America wanted. Germany flushed, highly aroused by how commanding she was. He'd had dreams about this sort of thing. Though he would never admit it. When they had been at war, he had wondered what it would have been like to be captured by the United States.

"Look at you," America sneered as her eyes raked over his arousal. "I haven't really done anything to you, and you're already hard as a rock. How naughty. How depraved. Go on. Touch yourself. Put on a show. I'm bored."

His hand trembled, and his dark eyes were wide. Full blown lust and uncertainty stole over his features.

Her blue eyes narrowed, Texas flashed menacingly.

"Are you deaf?" She accentuated the words slowly as she leaned closer to him.

"N-nein," he said softly.

America slapped him lightly across the face. She noticed that a part of him twitched. Interesting. Some pain was alright then. However, rules were rules.

"Listen and listen well," the female nation hissed. "If I give you an order, you fucking do it, perv."

Her hand snaked into his short-cropped hair and fisted, but gently. Her gaze probed his intently. She licked her lips and leaned down to kiss him. It was demanding and carnal. Hot and untamed. It left Germany breathless.

"A-America," he panted, with lust glazed eyes.

"However, little fetish boy," she continued on. "If at any point it becomes to much for you. I give you permission to say 'Red'. Then everything stops. But be sure to say it in English, or else I might not understand."

He gave her a questioning look.

"Without punishment or retribution," America said with a wicked grin. "So tell me Germany, darlin'... baby... do you want me to make you see stars and stripes?" She purred as she nipped at his neck harshly.

"Ja, bitte."

"Bitte...?"

"Bitte Geliebte!" The words burst from his throat with a force that had America smiling wolfishly at him.

"Good boy." She praised lightly. "Now, I told you to touch yourself. I will not tolerate disobedience aga-"

There was a loud knocking on the door, just as Germany's hands flew to do America's bidding.

"Oh," she pouted, and winked at Germany. "I guess time's up."

"What?" He asked, looking thunderous.

"Ms. Jones?" Her assistant called through the door. "Your next appointment is here."

Germany's hard length was prominent, as was his fury and embarrassment. America hummed to herself, and grabbed a nearby pen. She scribbled out some digits on it, before handing it to Germany. He took it, looking not nearly as disheveled as she would have liked.

"Put it away for now Darlin'," She drawled. "I have things to see to, but I am free this Thursday night. Bring some restraints." She hinted heavily, before blowing him a kiss and quietly exiting out the door.

She missed the star-struck look of passion that crossed the normally reserved nation's face.