Halló, Hungary here. As many of you probably know, when I was a little girl I thought I was a little boy.

I recall one time during which I saw Prussia wanking off. I was spying on him, watching it, disgusted but at the same time turned on, but I was mostly envious.

Prussia had already grown a penis! When was mine going to come in?

I guessed I was just a late bloomer.

Prussia seemed to be having a good time wagging it around, rubbing on it, peeing shapes into the snow...

All I had was a sensitive little bud of a penis. I feared that I was going to grow up to be one of those guys with a small dick. Guys with small dicks rank low on the male pecking order, and I wanted to be a tough country who was respected by the other countries, not teased for being a sissy or a softie or for having a small wanker.

Hmm, maybe if I played with it, it would grow bigger...

I placed the tender tissue between my thumb and finger and began to rub it. It felt pretty good.

I looked around to make sure nobody was spying on me. I was alone in the empty snowy woods, surrounded by thick trees, where even Prussia, down there wanking by the stream, wouldn't find me. Good.

So I pulled my pants down. Despite the cold weather, I didn't because I had eaten a warm and hearty Hungarian meal. The cold actually felt kind of refreshing.

I balled my underwear up and rubbed it into my pelvis. Man, that feels good!

I wanted to bounce up and down on something. Like... maybe that big fallen branch that looked like a broomstick!

I bounced onto the stick, only to feel the uncomfortable prickle of twigs and bark chips. Perhaps this was best to do with my pants on.

So I put my pants back on and started bouncing around like a kid on a hobby horse. I wanted to shriek in delight and laugh and shout, "I'm a witch!" and practice my witch cackle but I was afraid Prussia might hear me. But ohh, this was so much fun! I am sort of a witch, actually, but not the kind that rides broomsticks - not sure if flying broomsticks even exist, to be honest.

The hard stick banging against my crotch should have hurt, but it didn't. I banged it harder and harder against my pelvic bone until I tingled.

Then I rubbed the stick slowly up and down against my crotch. Slow and hard. It was sublime!

Now maybe I should stretch my sorry excuse for a thing the way Prussia does. It's not over until it cums, after all.

So I licked my hands and pulled my fingers over it swiftly and repeatedly. Yes... I think it's going to happen!

I climaxed... I think... but it didn't felt like anything came out.

Maybe because my testicles hadn't dropped yet either.

I pull my pants back up and when I look at my hands, I realize that my fingers had become all wet and reddish-brown.

I CAME BLOOD!

Perhaps I am not developed enough to do what Prussia was doing, I thought...

When I got older and realized that I was actually a female, I learned that what I thought was a penis bud is actually called a clitoris. Years later, when I recounted the event to my dear sweet Austria, he echoed his beloved Freud's ideology by telling me that I had penis envy and perhaps an Electra complex.