So, there will be tentacles in the beginning of this chapter. It's a bit brief, however. Just giving you all a heads up!
Alfred diligently took notes as he listened to Switzerland demonstrate the effects of economic inflation on his PowerPoint slide. He was about to turn to a new page in his notebook when he felt something tickle his ankle. He let out a small squeak that caught the attention from the nations sitting next to him. He blushed as he faced the others, with disapproving or annoyed glances. When they turned away, he once again resumed his note taking. He thought nothing of the incident. It was probably Canada letting his polar bear, Kumajiro, roam around again.
As Alfred was about to put his pen to paper again, this time he felt something wrap around his leg. What the hell? This time he looked underneath the table to find the culprit. He gasped and hit his head against the bottom of the desk when he saw what it was. Ouch. He closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his skull. When he opened them, he saw that some sort of pink, slimy tentacle was coiled around his leg. "Where the fuck did that come from?!"
He quickly pulled his head out from underneath and almost screamed when he saw that he was no longer in a meeting room. He was in a small, fleshy pink cave that appeared to be covered in the same slime stuff that the tentacle had. He looked down to find the table gone as well, with a writhing pit of similar tentacles like the one that had his leg in its place. Alfred himself was at the edge of it while still being in his chair. This time he did scream when a few of the tentacles ascended from the pit and moved towards him.
He tried to move back, get up, run, do something, but he was frozen in place. The appendages descended upon him. They coiled around the blonde's legs and arms, hoisting him from the chair and into the air. Alfred wondered what these things were going to do to him as a few slithered around his body. He took in a sharp breath as he felt one go underneath his shirt. It felt cold and slimy as it glided across his chest. He tried to shrug away from the odd sensation but to no avail.
It was when he realized what exactly the tentacles wanted from him as he felt the one inside his shirt flick and roll his nipple around with the tip of its appendage. Oh. They wanted to mate with him. At least, that's was his best guess was thanks to his experience reading Japan's manga. His suspicions were confirmed as another tentacle hovered in front of his face, seeming to want access to his mouth. And you know what, he let it. Why deny something that only wanted to give him pleasure? Seemed like a stupid idea to refuse such an offer.
As Alfred opened his lips, the tentacle slipped inside. It felt surprisingly light on his tongue. It wasn't even slimy like the rest of the tentacles. It was dry except for a liquid that was secreting from the tip of it. It filled Alfred's mouth full of the strange ooze, which he swallowed down his throat. The liquid tasted sweet, like strawberry cream. In fact, it was delicious! He suckled on the tentacle until it stopped secreting and pulled out of his mouth. He licked his lips to savor the taste. Whatever it gave him, it really relaxed him. It must have been an aphrodisiac because he soon felt pliant and sensitive as the organs continued to roam over his body and pull his clothing off him. Each glide across his skin felt amazing. Alfred pushed up against the tendrils for more of that delicious friction. They took the hint and started to knead and rub his flesh in multiple places. His nipples were pulled and teased, his sides were caressed, and there were tentacles stroking the insides of his thighs. Alfred couldn't take it. He was dripping wet between his legs and practically desperate for friction there. He ground his hips against the air, hoping the surreal appendages would get the message.
Thankfully, Alfred's needs were realized as one tendril glided between his legs, teasing his sex and his crack with the promise of something more to come. Alfred moaned in appreciation as the tip of the tentacle finally nudged at the opening of his vagina. It prepared to breach him as-
"Riiinngggggg!"
Alfred groggily lifted his head from his pillow. The annoying high-pitched alarm from his cell phone had woken him up and abruptly stopped his wet dream. He tapped the "end alarm" button on his phone and sat up. Clarity came to the American as the effects of drowsiness waned.
Where the hell had that dream come from? He hadn't had such a vivid, erotic experience since the 90's. He didn't mull over it for long as he felt moisture between his legs, with his parts still feeling the ache of arousal thanks to his dream.
"Gross," America said out loud. "Why does this shit happen to me?" He would like to at least have sexy dreams if he still had his penis in them, but he guessed that his sub-conscious was not going to give him that luxury. Did that mean that his body was already getting used to being like this? Alfred shivered, not wanting to believe it. He could only hope that England would find a cure and find it soon.
Meanwhile, he was still horny, and shifted uncomfortably on the bed wanting relief. The blonde groaned as this did nothing to lessen the ache. It was such an odd sensation. The need to be filled and caressed from the inside.
He groaned, not wanting to actually touch his new parts. At the very least, not to penetrate himself. He was uncomfortable with the fact that he had another hole now, and wanted to avoid doing anything with it or to it for as long as he had it. Plus, he did not have enough time to take care of the problem anyway if he wanted to. So, what should he do now? He couldn't go to the meeting like this. How the hell would Alfred be able to focus while being hornier than a toad?
Well, looks like he will just have to suck it up for now as he glanced at the time on his watch, which was still resting on top of the nightstand. Hopefully he would forget all about it and it would go away.
One last day of this hell and Alfred was free to go back to the States to his beautiful home in Virginia. Just one. More. Meeting. All he had to do was hang in there. Still, the American felt an overwhelming sense of dread as he strode down the halls of the conference building. He knew that he would be confronted about what the others saw yesterday. He did not want to think about the possibilities on how they would approach him. At least he had yet to run into another nation this morning.
The blonde's windfall must have run out as he spotted Cuba and Denmark having a conversation near the end of the hallway. Of all people, his first encounter was going to be Cuba, a country that he still had a lot of tension with. Just his luck.
As he was about to duck into an adjacent room, the others saw him. Shit. Well, he might as well get this over with. He tried to quickly walk pass them but was thwarted by Denmark catching his wrist.
"Hey, America! That was quite the show you put on yesterday!" The Nordic man winked at him. Alfred inwardly groaned. Denmark stepped aside to allow Cuba to stand on the opposite side of Alfred.
"Who knew the pig was hiding something so interesting south of the border?" The Cuban laughed hard at his own joke and slapped Alfred on the shoulder. The American was less than amused, to say the least. Cuba and Denmark turned away, laughing like a bunch of idiots, to enter the meeting room. They didn't even stay long enough for him to get in a good retort.
Alfred let out a deep breath trying to calm himself down. Well, at least that did not go as badly as he had expected it to be.
Prussia was running late. His taxi was delayed, and there was heavy traffic on his way over to the world summit. He hustled through the mostly empty hallways of the building in hopes of catching America before he got to the meeting. He had only fifteen minutes until it started, and if he didn't warn the American in time about what he had heard yesterday, things might get bad today.
He did not see the arm that shot out from a nearby room and grab hold of his waist. He tried to struggle out of the entity's grip, but whatever had snatched him was far stronger, and was able to fully pull him into the dark area that it had emerged from.
As soon as his assailant had him fully inside, he was unceremoniously yanked against the door, being used to efficiently slam it shut. His attacker pushed the lock on the knob and pulled his captive's arms behind his back. He was in a fairly uncomfortable position, with his face and chest pressed up against the hunk of wood. He then turned his head as much as he could to face whatever asshole was putting him in this predicament.
Prussia's blood ran cold as he caught the sight of purple-colored eyes that seemed to glow ominously in the dark of the room.
"Hello, Prussia." Russia said in his soft, sing-song voice.
Said Prussia freaked out. "What the fuck!? Get off me, you crazy bastard!" He struggled in the other's strong hold, but there was no give. In fact, it seemed to make Russia clutch him tighter. "What the hell do you want!?"
"I want you to not get in my way," Russia replied, as if it was the obvious answer.
The German man looked at the other, completely dumbfounded. "What are talking about?"
"You're going to tip America off about me attempting to woo him. I am here to stop that from happening." He leaned in closer to Prussia, his size intimidating the albino. "So, why don't you be a good boy and keep your mouth shut?"
Meanwhile, Prussia was trying to process all this. It was incredibly difficult to put together any coherent thought whilst being scared shitless by the other man. "Wha- what do you mean, woo? You ca- can't be serious, right?" It didn't make any sense. Russia, of all people, wanted to court America. Didn't they hate each other's guts?
This time the Russian spoke into the other's ear, making Prussia shiver in disgust. Seriously, what the fuck was wrong with this guy? "That is none of your business, little Prussia. If you wish to not have a broken skull, I suggest you keep to yourself and let America be blissfully ignorant of my intentions." At that, the Slavic nation finally let go of the other, whom immediately scrambled out of his reach towards the other side of the room.
"Well, I will be off then. Just remember to take my advice." He flashed the other one last look of his infamous cold, piercing gaze and exited, most likely heading in the direction of the meeting.
It took Prussia a few more moments to stop staring at the open door, his eyes wide as saucers and heart racing. Well, now what could he do? Be good friend and tell Alfred and get bludgeoned by a metal pipe, or be a coward? This situation was so not awesome.