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Had a request for Germerica Omegaverse again. Baby bug chapter for them to follow.
Not sure how... passionate Germans are, culturally speaking. I am assuming very. ;)
Enjoy!
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Location: Berlin, Germany
Germany was beyond irritated. In fact, he was quite irate. Not only was the world meeting underway, and the subject was highly important to all of the E.U., but there was a country missing from the today's discussions.
One that should not be missing under any circumstance because she had called and pestered him about said meeting over twenty-three separate times. This nation also had the unfortunate reputation for forgetting about time-zones, which Germany had experienced first-hand.
In short, he was on the war path to scold America.
If he could find her.
He had excused himself as the nations spoke amongst each other, catching up on events that held relevance for multiple countries. It was a touch embarrassing because he was hosting the meeting. Of everyone, he should be there and he was not.
He was hunting the Star-Spangled nation that was not where she should be. England had been of no help, stating that he was not America's keeper. Canada had no idea where his neighbor had run off to, but had offered to check the other end of the building.
Thirty minutes later, and Germany's sharp gaze wandered the known 'hiding' places that errant nations tried to escape from his wrath in.
The commanding nation checked every empty room, the cafeteria -where he had been certain America would have been-, the janitor's closets, and even peeked in to look for feet in the Ladies' rooms. However, not in a sexual predator sort of way, though he was highly embarrassed to even have to look there. He'd found Hungary hiding in there once, when she had not wanted to stay the whole meeting.
Germany had forced Austria to go and retrieve her.
No one spoke of it ever again, and that was for the best.
However, just as he was about to give up and head back down the other hallway, he noticed that his office door was closed. His hands tightened into fists. America would not have been so bold as to hide in his office would she? Then again, it was America. She would. It would be the once place he was the least likely to check.
Clever.
Germany scowled as he headed toward his office door. He could hear someone moving back and forth. Ah ha! Someone was in there.
"America?" He questioned to confirm his theory. "Are you in there?"
The pacing stopped, and then there was a shadow by the door. No one answered, but he could clearly tell that someone was on the other side.
"I can hear you breathing," he bluffed, as he waited for her to come out and explain why she was holding up the meeting.
There came an attempt to poorly disguise her voice.
"It is me, the Awesome one."
He narrowed his eyes. It was utterly obvious that was not, in fact Prussia. He was a little insulted she thought he would not be able to tell the difference.
"I know my brother's voice, America," he half-snarled in irritation.
Another moment of silence reigned, and Germany felt his nose twitch slightly, feeling more flustered than before but not understanding as to why.
"I... I no speak your silly language, German person."
Was... was she attempting French? Because, it sounded remarkably similar to something England had once come up with. What was it called? Monty and the Python? No, that didn't sound right. Either way, it was inconsequential. The meeting had started and he would not be tolerating anymore delays.
"We are speaking English at this moment, and get out of my office." He reminded her testily.
Another bit of silence, before it was broken by a hesitant.
"Pro que?"
"It's 'Por qué ', and you come out of there this instant America!"
There was a nervous shuffling near the door, and a very soft whimper of distress. Instantly, Germany was on high alert, wondering if she was wounded. Germany banged on it again, startled when America whimpered once more.
Something must have been wrong.
There was nothing of importance that he kept here, but he was curious why she was in there. It couldn't have been for secrets, he did not keep them in his office. He did have a medical kit in there. Was she injured?
"Are you well? Open the door."
There was nothing but silence for a moment. Germany was truly growing concerned.
"America? Open the door."
"I want to, don't get me wrong. But, I really can't," the normally exuberant nation hedged with her tone catching. "It would be a bad idea."
Germany narrowed his eyes at the barrier of wood that prevented him from truly assessing the situation. She wanted to, but couldn't. What on Earth had gotten into America? This had better not be some sort of practical joke.
If she ruined his furniture, he would kill her.
"Why?" He growled lowly. "Why can't you open the door."
"Uh...I...," she floundered for a moment, "I'm contagious! Yes! Stay away. I have... herpo-ghonno-reeho-syplis-itis-rex!"
He blinked and glared at the door even more, clearly un-amused and his scent must have given that away, because she made a strangled noise. For a moment, he thought the handled might have jiggled slightly. However, that could have been his imagination.
For some reason he could not name, he was growing more and more agitated by her refusing to open the door. Far beyond what was reasonable.
"That's not a real disease."
She gasped loudly, and overly dramatically in his opinion.
"How dare you?! Do you know what living with this condition is like? For shame on you for mocking the infirm and/or invalid. Shame I say!"
His blue eyes balefully continued to stare. Was she being sincere with him? Truly?
"So, you are saying that you are not physically or mentally strong due to illness?" He deadpanned with a nonplussed expression.
Then, all he had to do was remain silent.
"What? No! Go to hell," America instantly responded, feeling she had been insulted by the European nation. "I am too mentally and physically stro-... er... I mean... yes? Yes. I am."
Then there came some obviously fake coughing. Germany snorted in disbelief. This nation would drive him up the wall, but she was America and they had been through quite a bit together.
"I will not tolerate your lollygagging any longer. You will come out and attend the meeting."
There was a nearly pleading whine that rippled through the door.
"Germany, no. I really can't attend the meeting like this." Her tone waivered briefly, as if she were in pain.
That caught his attention.
"Like what?" He frowned, concerned once more.
"Uh.. nothing?"
He stated lowly.
"America, I am swiftly running out of patience."
"Dude, you never have patience."
He growled at that one.
"See?"
"America!" He snarled, reaching for the handle.
"No!" She shouted back through the door.
"Come out!"
"Never!"
"Come out!"
"I refuse!"
He glowered at her stubbornness.
"Fine! Then I will come in."
He would never usually have acted this way, but before he could rationally think things through, he'd already put his shoulder to the door and started to push.
"Wait, no!" America hollered as she braced the door, keeping him from entering.
"Then come out!" He warned once more.
"No!"
"I have had enough of this you troublesome woman. Start acting like an Alpha!" He all but roared, and to anyone other than America, it might have been a deafening roar. Until she fired back one of her own.
"I'm not an Alpha!"
Germany froze at her shout, staring at the door wide-eyed and slack jawed. Nearly speechless, but not quite. He must have misheard her... but that seemed impossible. His ears were still ringing. Almost painfully.
It quieted between them, and all he could hear was their equally labored breathing.
"What?" He asked softly, for clarification.
There a mewl of distress and then...
"I'm... I'm not an Alpha," she admitted very quietly this time. "And, I can't let you in. I also can't come out. Don't you get it? I need to get out of here. Right now."
He heard her words, he did. However, all he could get his mind to focus on was the fact that America said she wasn't an Alpha. That... that wasn't possible. He clearly misheard her.
"You're... you're not an Alpha? Is that what you said?" He asked, because he simply had to be certain. His accent deepened in disbelief.
The not-Alpha made a noise of annoyance.
"Yes, would you like me to embroider it on a napkin for you?"
"There is no need to become sarcastic."
"Oh, pardon me. I thought there was every need."
"Enough."
Strangely, she complied. A soft sound of placation uttered from her throat, and it calmed some of his ire. He tilted his head at that, trying to understand. This was bound to be a headache and a veritable truckload of paperwork. As if he could fit all of that into his busy schedule.
"Since when?" Germany, asked, subdued slightly.
"What?"
"Since when have you not been an Alpha? Is this a recent development?" Had it been something America had been working on? One of those top secret research projects? Had it all gone horribly wrong? Was that why she-
"No. Since always."
Ah. Well, there went that theory.
"Really?"
A breath was exhaled from the other side of the door. She started pacing, nervously, as if she could not settle down. A whine built in her throat again, Germany could hear it.
"Yes."
Oh. Well, then that just left one question.
"Why do you need to get out of here?"
A snort of near amusement sounded, as she continued to pace, and he could almost imagine her looking at him through the door. That same lop-sided grin she worn whenever he said something funny was on her face, no doubt. And, her nose would be slightly crinkled as it bloomed into a full smile. Her blue eyes on him.
Germany swallowed, feeling a heavy weight of lust settle in his stomach. She wasn't... an Alpha. That changed something for him, but Germany couldn't place his finger on it just yet.
"I'll give you two guesses. What with me not being an Alpha and all, as to why I would wish to avoid a room full of them."
He flushed to the roots of his hair. Feeling his aggression from earlier roar to life in his veins. Hot and nearly consuming.
"Are you... in heat?" His voice deepened at the question.
She coughed lightly, clearly surprised that he would say it out loud.
"Geez! Yes, dude. I'm... in heat." Her words grew softer and nearly smaller, as if she were embarrassed to admit it.
He had no retort for that, in fact his brain was buzzing and he couldn't quite realize what he was supposed to do. Germany felt torn, should he leave her alone? No. She said she needed to get out of here. He would have to help her. Fumbling, he dug in his pants pocket for his keys.
It seemed surreal as he slid the key into the lock and turned it. It clicked, and he pushed on the handle, noticing that America did not try to stop him again. With little effort, he opened the door, and was hit with a wave of scent. Sweet and slightly more than just the heat. It smelled closer to true arousal.
America stared at him, and his eyes found her instantly. She had moved backward, closer to his desk.
For a moment, they both just blushed and she looked away. America was trembling, and Germany could not take his eyes off of her. That swirling feeling of lust he occasionally felt, for the woman he had believed to be an Alpha, was simmering in his thoughts.
"You didn't block the door," he commented with his voice just a bit deeper than before. Roughened slightly by desire.
America made a soft sound of uncertainty, and a bit of embarrassment.
"Nope!" Her words were cheery, if not a bit shy, before she cleared her throat and appeared contrite. "Well... I... um...I thought you were going to get me out of here. You know, because you are so helpful and all."
That must have been American for a compliment, Germany decided quickly.
"I was," he admitted with his face flushed red and eyes far darken than they had been.
"Was?" She inquired with a breathy voice as she turned her full attention to him once more.
"A-am," he corrected, stuttering briefly, as he tried desperately not to breathe because the scent of her was nearly intoxication.
"Oh." She said.
Was it his imagination, or did she sound vaguely disappointed? Perhaps it was his baser instinct desperately hoping she was.
"Forgive me," he replied, clearing his throat, "But, I was not prepared for the full effect of..."
His gaze raked over her pheromone coated and trembling form. Her body twisted closer to him, clearly not bothered by having him near her during such a vulnerable time. A low rumble of approval worked its way out of his throat.
America titled her head to the side, showing an expanse of smooth skin on her neck. An unconscious gesture of submission. One that was highly alluring and made Germany want to reach out and run his fingers across her skin.
She bit her lip, catching it in-between white teeth as she appeared torn with indecision.
"My heat." She blurted out, looking vaguely sheepish and her blue eyes flickered toward him quickly before looking away.
"Ja. That."
America's brows raised and he watched as she turned a slightly darker shade of red. She gave a gentle laugh. Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, as she shyly glance his way once more. Her scent spiked with a subtle flare of excitement and Germany would like to believe that he was the cause.
"This is a little awkward," she said with another laugh, nervous this time.
But still, she did not back away as he ventured further into the room, closing the door behind him. He scrutinized her face, but neither it, nor her scent seemed frightened.
That was... good. Surprising, but a very welcomed surprise. A low rumble built in his chest, almost akin to a purr of approval. America did not seem to notice, but she kept her attention on Germany.
"A little," he admitted graciously, trying not to devour her with his eyes alone. Though the idea was swiftly gaining merit.
She shivered a bit under his simple admission.
"Are you cold?" He asked, noticing that she continued to fidget under his gaze, slowly, he walked forward, allowing her time to move if she wanted to.
Yet, America stayed where she was. Almost as if she were waiting for him to reach her.
"N-no," she responded, looking for all the world as if she were pouting. "I'm not cold."
Some form of Alpha bound amusement reared to life inside of him as he reached out a hand to touch her arm gently. America blinked, flushed, and glanced at him. He was so close that her scent was making him flush as well. So many naughty, and highly-inappropriate thoughts were running through his head.
"That's a pity," he murmured without truly thinking of what he was saying.
"Why?" America asked with a coy grin, "were you hoping to warm me up?"
Germany didn't say anything, he just stared at her and continued to tell himself to breathe. Until he noticed that his pants felt overly tight, and America's blue gaze had strayed downward. He was half-horrified, but she didn't appear to be.
Which was strange, when he thought about the fact that she was in alone with an Alpha. While in heat. No one would come look for them, only Canada was even aware she was missing. Well, Canada and England. They were hardly a threat.
Threat?
Why would he consider other males a threat, unless... he was already forming an attachment to America?
Germany blinked as America leaned into his touch, and a possessive sort of feeling swelled in his chest.
"Germany?" She questioned, with a lustful look in her sky-blue gaze.
He swallowed, his face was red, and he was already attracted to a woman he now realized that he could have. Still, he was a gentleman at heart and would never do anything against her will.
"Tell me to stop." He said with a half-groan to his words.
"What?"
"Tell me to leave. Tell me to stop, if you don't want..." He elaborated as his other hand came up to grab hold of her shoulder.
"Don't want what?" She asked with heat in her words as her scent spiked with even more heat.
He growled at her, his face nearing as she was nearly openly taunting him to continue.
"You know what," he implied heavily, as the heat of their skin mingled nearly perfectly.
America tilted her head to the side and appeared to contemplate his words. Her gaze locked with his momentarily before she dropped it and stepped closer to him. She inhaled his scent, and her eyes fluttered closed.
"I am not going to tell you to leave." She whispered as she leaned up toward his ear. "And I won't tell you to stop."
His control snapped, and he molded their bodies together. He captured her lips in a searing kiss. When he pulled back, her lips were slightly swollen, but she looked extremely happy. His hands reached for her.
"They might hear," she moaned loudly.
Strangely, the thought excited him more. Knowing that the others might hear her cries of delight and pleasure while underneath him. There could be repercussions from this, he granted, but right now the Omega that he'd worked with for so very long -though he had been unaware-, wanted him.
Desperately, by the smell of her, and it was making him ready to puff up with pride at the thought of what they would be doing in just a few short moments.
"Let them."
She nipped at his shoulder playfully, as her hands reached to help him out of his clothing. HIs hands were already under her shirt, working sensitive areas of her flesh.
"The meeting?" She asked nearly demurely.
Germany grinned in a feral manner, as he pushed America toward the desk. She seemed as eager as he was.
"We'll read the notes."
America kissed him fiercely in agreement with his plan.
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America was tucked against Germany's side protectively, the afterglow of mating still lingered on their skin. They had finally moved to the floor after so many couplings that even Germany had lost count. America was... very unpredictable.
He was very pleased with learning that as well. America was his mate now, and he would make arrangements for them to get back to his home, as well as provide her the needed nesting materials, as soon... as he figured out... where his pants were.
Behind the bookcase, perhaps?
However, one detail still bothered Germany.
"Why did you hide in my office?"
"Hm?" America moaned sleepily.
"Why did you hide in my office? You said you had to leave here. Why not leave while you had the time?"
A soft and slightly mischievous smile worked its way on top her face, as on blue eyes opened to look at him.
"Because I knew you'd find me in here if I waited long enough."
Germany's own eyes widened in surprise.
"What?"
"Germany, darling," America drawled lightly as she moved to place a kiss upon his exposed chest. "You don't really think that after hiding the fact that I am Omega for centuries, that I just forgot I was about to go into heat, did you? Or of all the places I could have gone, I ended up in your office?"
He appeared dazed, nearly gob smacked. "You planned this?" He asked, with his eyebrows nearly into his hairline.
She grinned at him playfully, as she strummed her fingers along his arm.
"You really didn't figure that out?" America asked sultry.
Germany blinked and glanced at the ceiling.
"What if I had helped you leave instead?"
She appeared thoughtful.
"I would have resisted going."
"Really?"
"Oh totally. I'm in heat, not incapable of fighting back. But, I think this turned out really well. Don't you. Besides, we could keep talking about how I planned this," she alluded with an impish glimmer in her eyes, "or I could let you tie me up with your necktie on the desk?"
She tilted her head toward his desk and waggled her eyebrows at him in open invitation.
His blue eyes gazed into hers, and he thought it over. Honestly, he did. There would be plenty of time to ask her why she planned this.
Later.