Part Four

The train started moving with a lurch. I watched the walls of the Amsterdam station slowly start to blend together as the train picked up speed. The people pacing on the platform slowly blurred together in a mass, moving blob.

"Damn." I muttered. The woman in front of me turned around and frowned. I noticed she had a small child with her. "Sorry." I apologized. I couldn't smoke in the train. I did have my pipe packed into my carry on bag along with a few medium sided sandwich bags filled with the green stuff. If my boss actually listened to me, I would be lighting up right now.

I turned my gaze back to the window. I must have dozed off after talking to the woman. The train was now making its way through the fields of my countryside. The Dutch windmills that tourists are so drawn to gently rotated in the wind. Tulips bright in bloom vibrantly lit up the landscape with pinks, yellows and reds. I slightly smiled. Tulips are amazing.

'Enjoying the scenery good sir?" I jumped, startled by the voice. It was one of them stewardess ladies that brought you food whenever you wanted it.

"Oh, yes. I find this country's tulips and windmills quite exquisite." I tried to make myself pass as a tourist, to cover up the infatuation with the landscape. Shit! I totally forgot that most tourists don't speak Dutch.

The stewardess giggled. "Sir, your Dutch. Nice try though covering yourself up. Your sentence content was perfect but it was in Dutch. Don't be ashamed of your admiration for things that tourists enjoy." She gently slapped me on the shoulder, "It makes you look like you have a heart for your country unlike other Dutchmen. " I didn't like how she emphasized your. Then again how was she to know that I actually am the Netherlands.

I blushed, "Thanks miss. Is beer allowed to be in this car?"

She laughed, "Of course sir. What kind would you like?"

I put my hand on her arm, "Miss, I would like the best you got."

"I will get it straight away, good sir."

The days seemed endless. We passed through Germany, Poland, Belarus, and now I think we are halfway through Russia. Where ever we are, thank god, none of them realized I passed right under their noses. Who knows whose feeling like starting a war.

In due time I finally arrived in Japan. Since I wasn't Japanese, I was delayed from entering the country. It was embarrassing but I managed.

One of Japan's serving men picked me up at the harbor were from where my boat from China was docked. He was a typical short man with black hair and a smile that creepily covered his face. I swear this dude doesn't want to be around me.

"Welcome to Japan, Lord Netherlands. Is it safe to assume that you wish to speak to my master?"

I took my pipe out of the carry on bag which I refused to let the smiley guy handle. With a quick and practiced motion, it was loaded, lit, and in my mouth. "Of course I need to speak to your master. My business is of urgency so can we get a move on?" I said impatiently, god, so many days with out a smoke has made me crabby.

He bowed to me, quite low in fact, "Of course, my lord, just let me load your belongings into this simple carriage here and then we can be on our way." If there was one thing I didn't understand about the Japanese, it was bowing to show respect.

I briskly climbed up into the carriage. Smiles climbed up next to me and commanded the donkey pulling the cart to move. I slumped on the bench and puffed my pipe all the way to Japan's house.

Later

Japan was in bad shape. I found him in the fetal position locked in a dark room. He kept sobbing out "isolation, isolation, isolation." I walked into the dark room and gently kicked his curled spine, "Pull yourself together, man!" I exclaimed. "I got important shit to discuss with you."

Japan didn't flip over to view me. He shook his head, possibly in attempts to straighten out his wild black hair? I dun no, I don't care. "By the intonation, harsh words and cheesy attempt to cover up a Dutch accent, it must be Mr. Netherlands I'm speaking to." Damn, he was good.

"Yes, it's me. You need to get up. I got something very important to warn you about."

With speed like a firework he instantly was sitting up, damn, he's fast too. Like a ninja. "What is this important business you speak of. I also am displeased that you smoke in here, it bad for health." His accent makes me laugh every time. It was a wonder that I was able to control myself in this serious situation.

I closed my eyes and chuckled a smile, "I beg the differ friend, smoking keeps me sane." I began to pace the room, "There is no sweet way to put this, America is coming, and he's coming hard."

Japan looked at me with a blank stare, "like in those smutty books that Belgium reads?" Oh my god, he's clueless but his answer was cute.

"No goofball, he's coming to invade you. You know, end your isolation." I crossed my arms above my head careful not to let any contents of the pipe to spill on the floor.

Japan's expression changed instantly, it looked like determination. "I must meditate in order to figure out best course of action for my country. Mr. Netherlands, please have servant lead you to your rooms. Thank you for warning."

I rolled my eyes, like meditation is going to solve his problems. "Good day Mr. Japan, thanks for listening."

"Good day, Mr. Netherlands."

Part Five

I'm Belgium, Netherlands' younger sister. I think he's an ass. I'm almost 25 years old and still a virgin. Netherlands prohibits me from seeing anybody. I can't stand it. I want to have a male companion who I can love and please. Just like in the books.

To my luck, Netherlands is off to warn Japan that America is going to invade. Denmark and I sat in the social room in front of the large blazing fireplace. Denmark was drunk and I was slightly aroused.

I slowly paced the room lighting the cinnamon scented candles one by one. Their spicy odor filled the air. I looked to Denmark lounging on the leather couch, he looked back to me. Everything about him aroused my core. His pale blue eyes, the pale Nordic skin, his very light tan almost blond hair all arousing.

I seductively walked up to him and sat down by the open spot near his head. I bent over him and stroked his fine muscular chest. My petite breasts jangled in his face.

"You know Denmark, Netherlands has kept me locked up. I haven't been able to embrace such a strong man like you." I rubbed my finger over the tender spot around his nipple. The only thing between me and it was his red cotton shirt.

Denmark twitched below me. "Belgium, if Netherlands found out I broke your maiden head, he would break my head."

I got up from the couch and silently closed the doors to the social room and locked them with a tiny click. "I extinguished the candles that illuminated the room so that only the four cinnamon ones on the mantle cast a faint light over the dark room. The fire burned brightly in the fireplace.

I returned to the couch and watched the firelight creating shadows that danced across his features. "Come on Denmark," I grabbed his beer and took a gulp of it. The bittersweet draft slid down my throat.

"You know that you want to have some fun."

I ran my finger over the ridges of his chest muscles down over the individual ridges of his abdominal muscles. Finally I reached the projected goal of my tender fingers. I reached under the elastic strap of his dark brown breeches and took in my hand his very manhood.

Denmark thrust underneath me in the shocking grab, his face contacted the silk material of the

dress that covered the valley of my breasts. I gently stroked his erect shaft, tracing every aspect of it; including the tender spot at the base of the head. He moaned.

"Oh, god, Belgium. You're dangerously arousing me." He put his hands on the top of my hand delivering a deadly pleasure.

I bent down and licked his neck right below the ear. His hands grabbed my pleasure hand. "Denmark, you are aroused, I know you must be." I moved my hand slowly up and down his shaft; on the downs I gently stroked his balls.

He pulled his breeches down to revile his manhood. The sight caused a spasm of desire to shoot from my woman hood to the rest of my body. I moved my hands back up to his chest and began to undo the buttons on his shirt. When I finished I backed up and let him remove the final piece of his clothing. He stood there naked in full glory. The light from the fire created shadows in the valleys of his muscles. He was simply splendid.

I turned my back to him and moved my hair exposing the zipper in the brick brown silk garment. Denmark's tender hands slid the fine zipper down to the base of the track. I slowly shucked the dress off my shoulders and let it fall gently in a pile by my feet. The fire danced across my naked body.

Denmark laid down on the off white shag carpet lying before the mantel. I laid in front of him and looked in to his pale blue eyes, a smiled played across both our faces.

I embraced his mouth in a wet kiss; he parted his lips to allow for my tongue to caress the soft inside of his cheek. His tongue licked the inside of my own cheek, it was warm and firm. I embraced his shoulders and pulled him closer to me. My breasts rubbed against his chest, his manhood gently rubbed against the outside of my sex. The pressure of his cock against me sent a rampaging surge through me. I moaned.

Denmark broke our lathery French kiss and placed gentle kisses on the skin of my tender neck. He traveled down my chest placing gentle kisses all the way down my chest, my abdomen, my thigh, and finally my womanhood. He thrust his warm, tongue inside me. I gasped at the pleasure. He knew exactly where to caress inside me. I felt myself getting wet, by his saliva and my own fluids. "Oh my god Denmark." I squawked. "It feels good, so good." I began to thrust against his face as his tongue picked up the pace. He brought his hand up and began to play with my external pleasure spot. I groaned in the pleasure and brought my hands down to play along with him.

After a while Denmark pulled away, the fluids on this face gleamed in the dim light. "You like that? Making love is more than licking each other my flower."

I smiled at him. "Are you going to help me experience what love is?"

He nodded, "Your wish is my command, my flower." He embraced my hips with his hands and slid himself between my legs. He gently rubbed the length of his manhood against the outside of me. I mocked the motion and rubbed against him. "Now my flower, it will hurt at first but later it will send you to heaven. Do you still want me to proceed?"

I bit my bottom lip nervously but I still gave him the nod to proceed. He then smiled and nodded. Denmark adjusted himself and preceded forward, "Ready?" I nodded.

He entered me. I gasped in shock. I took my hand and felt my area. Sure enough he was there inside me. My circle enclosing around his shaft, my outside sweet spot rested gently atop of him.

Denmark paused to let me adjust to the feeling. I grasped his cheeks, "do it, fair Dane." He began to slowly thrust his hips. The slow grind of his penis against my inner walls inflamed me. I thrust the opposite way he did, my movement made it so I took the whole of him. Slowly he moved faster, drove harder into me. I threw my head back causing my chest to rise in the air. Denmark proceeded to play with the little peaks on the summit of my breasts. Pleasure was building I grabbed Denmark's ass and squeezed. He huffed.

"Denmark, harder!" I cried. His movement felt heavenly, I felt like I my sex was going to explode. He thrust harder, our sweating bodies thudded hard against each other. "GOD! DENMARK! I screamed in ecstasy, "Denmark! I feel like I'm gonna explode!"

He began to rub vigorously on my outside. "That is a good feeling, go with it." I screamed. This must have been what it felt like to peak. Denmark left my insides. I felt a slimy juice seep out. I sat up, "Denmark what is that."

Denmark rubbed again; I instantly lunged back down to the floor. "That is your love juices my dear. They came from your orgasm."

I joined his rubbing, "Denmark, do it again. Make me feel that way again."

Denmark laid down on the floor and motioned to me. He wanted me to ride him. I was going to ride him; so hard that he gets the feeling I just experienced.

I mounted him and slowly edged down upon his penis. I moaned slightly as its tip rubbed up in to the further reaches of my vagina. I started the movement slowly. Up, down, up, down in a slow motion. Just as he did with me, I increased the intensity of my thrusting. My breasts bounced in his face, tempting him to grab, which he did. We both moaned and he started to thrust with me. Our rhythms synchronized.

Up and down we moved both moaning and groaning. When he robustly rubbed my outside pleasure spots with his muscular fingers I screamed and came down harder upon him.

The fire was burning embers when we both climaxed; all the cinnamon candles were long burnt out. His warm fluids brought a relaxing sensation inside me; they slid out of me when I dismounted him; my womanly area creating a slight rain with semen onto his body.

There on that floor, I disobeyed my brother and lost my virginity to the man whose looks and personality enflamed me. Together we fell asleep, and to my request, he slept with himself inside me.