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      Powers), Switzerland_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Hungary_(Hetalia:_Axis
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      Sweden_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers)
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      Published: 2015-03-26 Updated: 2016-04-02 Chapters: 7/10 Words: 20163
****** Divulging Pleasures ******
by IxWannaxBexAxScreamxQueen
Summary
     Spain has called seven of his friends, to join him for a relaxing
     afternoon. During which while sipping wine. They share the stories of
     how they bedded their young lovers. And they hold nothing back.
     Knowing they are among trusted friends, and relishing in the details.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Please Do Share *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"More wine?" France asked as the bottle hovered over England's glass. This had
to have been the group's third bottle so far. Yet none of the men seemed to
mind. Since it was France and Spain supplying the sweet alcoholic liquid.
"Yes please." England smiled as he filled his sparkling glass. "I am glad that
we could all get together like this." Spain smiled pleasantly as he swirled his
glass. Then took a sip.
There were eight of them lounging together on Spain's veranda. Overlooking the
beach as the ocean waves crashed and each of them watched their younger
counterparts playing in the sand. Or splashing in the water squealing.
Spain lived at the villa with Romano. France had brought Canada with him.
England had brought a hyper America. Germany had arrived with a chatty Italy.
Switzerland had grouchily been in tow with Austria. Prussia didn't need to
convince Hungary, who was ecstatic to buy a new swimsuit. And Belgium had
tagged along just as excited, coming to Spain's with the Netherlands. Sweden
had to usher in a super bashful Finland.
As the children ran around wildly in the sun. The adults continued to drink and
unwind a bit more.
Prussia ribbed Sweden with his elbow, "You okay meatball? You seem close to
hemorrhaging looking at that boy of yours."
Sweden's face blushed crimson. Knowing that he couldn't deny it. But choosing
to say nothing as he gulped down the rest of his wine and thrusted the glass at
France indicating that he wanted more. Which the Frenchman graciously complied.
"That's why we're here right?" Netherlands said pulling his lips on his pipe.
Then releasing a plume of opium smoke into the air. "So we can discuss our lewd
perversions."
Austria's face seemed to contort uncomfortably. He still was a bit uptight and
prudish when it came to talking about his sex life. Even though everyone on the
veranda had fucked at some point.
"West, check out, Specs. Look at how tense he is! No need to be. You're among
friends!" Prussia exclaimed. "If you need help relaxing. I can reintroduce you
to my awesomeness!" He said grabbing at his crotch.
Austria huffed and rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms. But was soon moaning
desperately, when Spain licked his mole.
"Or the Bad Touch Trio can just gang up on you again. We are all assembled and
aiming to please", the Spaniard groaned huskily.
He was interrupted when Germany cleared his throat. " So who is going to go
first?" Germany said looking like his usual stern self.
"Yes. Who should go first indeed.." England muttered. Wishing to avoid watching
them going at it like animals.
"I just can't wait to hear the delicious stories. I bet they are yummy." France
beamed with a devilish grin.
"I say, that the host goes first." Netherlands offered. "Then we go clockwise.
Leave nothing out. This is a den of lechers after all."
"I will have you know. That besides this. I do not partake in such things."
Austria said finally steeling his nerves. "But for a pedophile such as
yourself. This must be like daily morning coffee conversation for you."
Sweden just nodded in silent agreement with him.
"Oh! Austria still has bite I see!" Prussia chuckled.
Spain leaned forward, elbows on his thighs, and wine glass clutched in his
hands, between his legs. "I will go and tell about my first time, with my
tomato faced Rono."
Chapter End Notes
     When Prussia calls Sweden 'meatball'. That is a running gag in my
     Hetalia fics, for obvious reasons.
     And Spain referring to Romano as 'Rono'. Is my special pet name
     between the two. Which I adore. I frequently use it in Spamano fics.
***** Taming Rono *****
Chapter Summary
     Spain shares his first time with Romano.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"I hate you! You bastard!" The small Romano shouted down at Spain from the top
of the stairs. "I hate your stupid fucking face so much!"
The child was livid. Spain had been gone on business again. Usually he would
have let Romano go with him. But France had wanted to spend some 'time alone'.
In the Spaniard's free time.
Spain knew how much Romano hated the blond Frenchman and to spare himself of
tense animosity. Possibly even a weeping France from Romano's harshness. He had
left him at home. Thinking it was a good idea.
Apparently it wasn't. The moment he had entered the villa. Spain didn't even
have a chance to lock the front door. When he was pelted with a tomato. Then
another and another. Until the wicker basket on the landing next to Romano's
feet was emptied.
"Why don't you go live with that whore, huh?! I know why I couldn't go. You
fucking bastard!" Romano yelled. Tears stinging his amber eyes, but he didn't
rub at them. He let them fall. He wanted Spain to see how he had hurt him.
Spain used his suit jacketed arm to rub some of the mess away. Chunks of tomato
fell from his hair. The guilt already eating away at him. But even though he
'played' with Romano. Trying to condition and ready him for when the time came.
That they could make love. He thought he was still too young.
And so to properly relieve his building frustrations. France had offered him
temporary consolation. Though he should have known. That in Romano's young
eyes. He didn't see it that way. Spain was his lover and his lover had betrayed
him.
"Just go back to his slut bed and die you fucking bastard!" Romano hissed, his
eyes slitted venomously, and it made Spain flinch from the look. The man had
never seen the boy so angry. Or so hurt.
Spain was just about to apologize when Romano ran up the rest of the stairs.
Leaving the wicker basket behind on the landing.
"Please forgive me Rono.." Spain muttered, grabbing at his hair, and kicking at
the air. "I only love you. I did it because I love you."
Then he trudged ashamed and broken upstairs. Where he showered, rinsing the
sticky tomato juices, and pieces off. Spain stood under the pulsing stream for
a good few moments. Debating how to handle this.
Was his little Rono ready? Could he physically handle Spain opening him up?
Would he cry and scream, thrashing as he tore his body? Or would he tear up as
the pain subsided and be filled with searing pleasure?
'Just breathe.' Spain told himself. 'One step at a time. See what happens. If
it hurts too much. Stop.'
'That's if he even let's you near him again. After what you did. You broke his
heart.' The Spaniard shook his head, fighting off the pessimistic voice.
Spain dried off quickly and just put on simple white pajama shorts. Before
going to Romano's room. He stopped by his chambers and grabbed something from
his dresser. Placing it in his short's pocket.
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"I thought I told you to go die!" Romano yelled. "Can you not do anything
right, you stupid bastard?!"
Spain finished knocking anyway and opened the child's bedroom door. Amber eyes
glared at him from the bed, but he shut the door behind him.
He heard a dropping thud, feet sprinting towards him, and felt small fists
beating on him.
The man quickly grabbed his wrists, "Rono, my little tomato, calm down. I have
come to apologize."
Romano shook his head, "No. No. No! Why apologize?! You don't love me." The boy
began sobbing. "If you loved me. You wouldn't have been in his bed! You selfish
bastard!"
"How did you even find out?" Spain asked trying to remain calm. His throat
becoming thick.
Romano glared up at him, into his emerald eyes, "I listened in to your phone
call. The night before you left."
Spain's heart began to hammer in his chest. How much had he heard? Knowing him,
all of it.
No wonder he had been clingy that night. Not stopping til he had at least
sucked Spain off. Even then he had been brash and foul mouthed. All through out
it.
Realizing it had been his way of begging Spain. Not to do it. Not to sleep with
France. That he could pleasure him. That he only needed him.
Instead of allowing himself to break on him. Spain dropped to his knees. Still
holding his wrists. "Romano....my sweet Rono. Mi corazone. I love you. Only
you."
He kissed his right hand. "I just didn't want to hurt you. I could seriously
injure you."
"But you couldn't have waited for me?" Romano asked sounding dejected.
That stuck Spain in his gut.
Spain kissed him, pressing his lips hard against the child's. Romano resisted
at first. His eyes wide open, but when Spain's tongue licked against his lips.
He relented and kissed him back. Tears rolling down his cheeks.
Both of them tasting them with locked lips. The man let go of his wrists and
his hands went into his hair. Romano's hands gripped Spain's bare shoulders.
His little nails desperately digging into them. Spain groaned.
In between kisses Spain softly spoke, "Will you let me make love to you
tonight, Rono?"
It was a rash decision he knew. Spain wanted him though. He wanted to make
everything better. He wanted Romano to know that he was only his. They belonged
to each other.
"Will you cheat on me again?" There was no accusation. Just genuine inquiry.
"No. Never. I promise." Spain kissed him some more. And he meant it. Never
again. Always faithful. Undressing him as they lewdly caressed tongues. And he
wrapped his arms about Romano, standing with him, and carried him to the bed.
Where he laid him down, hovering over him, as their sexes grinded against one
another's. Romano's sweet face already flushing and his small prick rapidly
hardening. Against Spain's stiff clothed cock.
The boy whimpered from the slide of the fabric against his sensitive twitching
skin. "Oh Rono. You're so beautiful."
Spain buried his face into his shoulder, breathing in the soft scent. The scent
of sunshine, of tear free shampoo, innocence. That soon would become sweat,
tears, passionate sex. Spain took the item he retrieved from his pocket.
A bottle of lube. He drizzled it on two fingers, but only placed one inside
Romano. For the time being.
"Ah" The boy's eyebrows furrowed momentarily. Spain's finger worked inside the
tight space.
Romano's small chest rising and falling. It rose even higher, expanding, as he
inserted another finger. Their mouths enveloping one another.
"Ah~ Ahh~ Spain... It feels good~~" Romano cried out loud. "Mmm-more!" Spain
added another finger inside. Eventually he fitted in three well placed fingers.
After introducing each digit, one at a time.
It made the boy's bottom raise and he began grinding against his hand. The
stretching felt nice. Yet he needed more friction. He wanted to finally have
Spain inside him.
"Fuck me! Please...just please" Romano groaned.
Spain grinned as he kissed his lips chuckling, "Always so impatient."
He kissed his cheek. He kissed his collarbone nipping it. He sucked each
nipple. When his lips touched his soft stomach. Romano's belly contracted.
Along with his insides twitching around his fingers. The Spaniard's teeth
lightly nipped his inner thighs.
Romano's legs shifted up and down across the silken sheets.
He grabbed at Spain's hair when he kissed his small ballsack. Proceeding to
kiss his dick. Working his way back up with more kisses. Spain's green eyes
looked into his little lover's amber ones.
"I love you mi corazone. Are you ready to become one with me?" Spain asked as
he stroked his cheek with the back of his fingers.
"Yes. I want you so badly." Romano said with his flushed face. Eyes hungry.
Spain removed his fingers. Along with shedding his shorts. Spain grabbed for
the lube and applied more to his bottom. Then a liberal amount on his cock.
Which was hard, swollen, and aching.
He already knew once he did enter him. How tight and small he was. That he
wasn't going to last long. But it would be worth it.
Spain aligned himself with Romano's entrance and began pressing his head in.
Until he felt a elastic 'pop' suctioning around it. Romano tensed up.
"Keep going Spain." Romano pleaded with a whine. His eyes going wide,
fluttering closed slowly, as the man slid in further.
Spain looked between his little lover's legs. As he continued sheathing
himself. Romano's ringed hole was a deep pink, shiny from the gel, stretched
out, and was only bleeding a tiny bit. It was barely visible.
When he was fully inside. He let out a deep rumbling groan. Romano let out a
small sigh.
Spain gave him a kiss on the cheek. Which made the child blush.
"Hurry up you idiot." He mumbled turning his face away.
The Spaniard looked down at himself between his little lover's legs. As he he
fully sheathed himself deep within. Noticing how Romano shuddered and gripped
at the sheets. The boy's stiff little prick leaking precum.
Then watching closely at when he halfway pulled out. How Romano's tiny asshole
puckered like kissing lips. When he thrusted back in, it was like lips sucking,
pulling him inside.
Spain did this a few times, adding his hand to Romano's cock, jerking it
pacedly. As he made the child's body slide back and forth along the silken
sheets. Causing the fabric to make a ruffling sound.
"Rono..." Spain gasped "Muy bien..Oh..Oh~" The man began to groan loudly. His
thrusts picking up pace as he grabbed the boy's hips.
'Wonderful' he thought to himself as he grunted. Romano was tight around him,
his bottom swallowing his cock, and letting him slam into him at a rapid pace.
Romano kept clutching at the sheets until his knuckles went numb. Eventually
loosing his grip. Just to desperately claw for a hold again. His hips locking
and unlocking with Spain's.
The boy was a mewling, sweating, and weeping mess as his lover drove inside.
Claiming him. Making him his. He had wanted this for so long. Even though his
bristly attitude would show otherwise.
Spain could feel his balls drawing in, his cock throbbing, making him groan
repeatedly.
So he frantically smashed his lips against Romano's. Their teeth clacking and
sub sequentially biting. But neither cared.
"Rono..so close..I am so close.." Spain moaned between eager lips.
"Oh Spain..I am going to come..going to.." The boy winced with pleasure. The
whole time his cock being grinded by hard packs of muscle. And it wasn't much
longer, when his back arched, a warm spray splattering between them. The whole
while, "Uh uhmm~~~ SPAIN~"
Romano's eyes rolling into the back of his head, lips stretching as he
whimpered, and he once again clawed into Spain's shoulders. This time drawing
blood.
"Ro-Rono..Ah-ah-AHHH~~~" Spain gritted his teeth, tongue pressing tightly
behind them. When Romano clenched him, feeling the child's inside tremor, and
the way he had called his name.
Is what caused him to finally release. Making sure to press well inside of
Romano's firmly clenched buttocks. Spain feeling himself shudder, the muscles
in his arms tightening, and then relaxing. As his seed was sown inside his
little lover.
Romano wrapped his arms around Spain's neck, his small body shaking from post
orgasm, panting in his ear. Spain laid over him, making sure not to apply his
full body weight. His hands lightly grasping his hips.
"I love you Rono." Spain nuzzled his neck. Quickly noticing and easily
acclimating to the boy's new scent.
"I love you too. Even though you're still a bastard." Romano grinned, as Spain
kissed his neck - mumbling how this was nice.
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When Spain finished telling his story. He took a sip of wine, leaning back
against the padded bench. Then smiled, as the glass was removed from his lips.
"That was lovely. Just magnifique." France said staring at Spain with
adoration. "I am sorry, however, that our tryst caused Romano to be upset with
you." Sincerity filled his voice.
"Si, it was lovely. And no. Don't be sorry." Spain patted the wavy blond's hand
reassuringly. "If not for that. I would have waited longer and it would have
been next to impossible. Rono takes things like, limits, personally."
England laughed, "Sounds like a certain young chap I know." Spain knowingly
smiled at him, "I can't get America not to do things. Such a grabby bugger."
"Ah! But grabby where it counts?" Prussia asked the eyebrowed man. Grinning.
Everyone had a good laugh at that. Only Austria laughing half heartedly. Still
trying to get comfortable being there.
"I'spose France is next." Sweden said, finally deciding to talk a little.
Probably due to the liquid courage loosening his tongue.
"He is to Spain's right and we are going clockwise." Netherlands said between
another long drag.
France blushed, "Of course! I love talking about my sweet Mattie!" And after a
warm laugh and centering breath. He began animatedly chatting.
Chapter End Notes
     In this, I picture Romano, being about ten years old.
***** Pleasing Papa *****
Chapter Summary
     France tells the story of his first time with Canada.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Spain had been coming over quite a bit. Over the course of a week, that he was
on business. France wasn't complaining though and rather enjoyed the company of
the other man. They would eat dinner together including small Canada. France
would put Canada to bed after a bath and a few bedtime stories. Then meet Spain
for some wine in the parlor where he waited, as they talked about their days,
and let it lead to other things.
In fact he had suggested that Spain let him entertain him. After seeing him
grow more and more restless at each meeting. The way he seemed downtrodden,
just a bit sulky, his exuberance growing a tad lackluster. The other nations
talking about it. Yet shrugging it off. He wasn't exactly their problem.
When prompted Spain confided in France. That things had taken an intimate turn
with Romano. He didn't want the other nations knowing. They might think of him
abhorrently with Romano's age. France had laughed at that. Some of the other
nations airing their dirty bits of articles on his clothesline. They had
confided in him similar things. That's if he somehow didn't already know about
what they were sharing.
The nations always confided in him their lewdness, lecherous ways, or even envy
towards others. Believing they had a kindred spirit with whom to share in that
respect. Which they did. Of course. France was no stranger to such subjects or
acting on them. He even wore them proudly like the latest fashion. But it
became tiresome. When that was the only reason someone called you up at three
in the morning, but would be livid if you did the same.
Spain was different. He never expected anything from anyone. The nations took
and took alike, but never gave back. Just like they did France. Just like they
did Prussia. Maybe that's why they were all so chummy.
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"I love him you know." Spain said as he teared up on the third night. "I love
you too, but I am in love with him."
They were sitting on the leather sofa in the library. Before a blazing fire and
classical music echoed softly from a radio, strategically made invisible. The
spines of the books glittering with each writhe of a flame.
"I know. I know." France had said smiling, reaching over to mousse the other's
hair. "That you love little Rono. Just as I only love my little Matthew."
The Frenchman sighed as he looked at the fireplace. Then glanced back at his
friend.
"But mon'ami. Our boys are possibly much too young. If not physically..most
definitely mentally." A sad grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "This is
why I suggested we get together on your trip. You were going to be working in
my country anyway and we both have needs not being met....since we are working
to be faithful."
That caused Spain to look up a little amused. France faithful?
France looked at him with mock hurt in his eyes, a defensive hand folded
towards his chest, "What?!" He playfully pawed at Spain. "You don't think that
even I am a slave to true love?"
"No." Spain jutted his wine glass at him, shaking his head, chuckling. His
forefinger of the hand holding it, pointing at him."I never said that. You put
words in my mouth."
"I can put something else in your mouth. If you would like." France winked over
the rim of his glass. Spain blushed and continued.
"No. I just meant that it's different. Different is good. We could all use a
little change." Spain started to pour another glass, but France grabbed his
wrist. And then captured his mouth when he turned his head questioningly.
Neither of them knowing that little Canada had awoken. He and Kuma Teddy stood
in the doorway peering in. Kuma Teddy finally stumbling off and leaving Canada
alone to watch.
France kissed Spain who fervently kissed him back. They were grasping at one
another's hair, wrenching clothes off, and finally France mounted Spain. Spain
usually topped, but apparently was in the mood to do otherwise. He gripped the
arm of the sofa, his knees spread on the cushions. France kissed his back,
fingering him, and then pounding into him.
Canada stared with wide eyes as Spain cried out. Soon his Papa was crying right
along with him. But it wasn't the normal run of the mill crying. It sounded
like they were having fun. Both of them were also smiling between moans of
enthusiasm. Canada's Papa became rigid and Spain did too. They collapsed and
began laughing. Kissing and embracing.
The boy left before his Papa or Spain saw him. He was suppose to be a good boy
and be in bed.
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The rest of the week Spain was on business and the remainder of his nights with
France. Were spent in much the same fashion. Neither of them knowing that
little Canada was watching. He had become quite the little peeper. Curious as
to the ritual his Papa and Senor Spain performed. That left them feeling good.
He wanted that with Papa too.
Spain finally left to go home to Rono and France was happy they could at least
temporarily help the other. It also left him feeling somewhat sad at the
departure. Somewhat lonely.
A few days later Spain called France, excitedly telling him about he and Romano
had finally done it. They had finally made love. His life was complete and he
couldn't wait for France to experience the same joy.
France told him how he was elated for him and for Rono, wishing them the best
of luck. In truth, he felt a pang, wanting that with Canada.
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"Papa! Papa! Come read me a story! I have one picked out!" Canada cheered from
the chair in the library. As his Papa closed the door and strode over, placing
him in his lap.
France wrapped his arms around his chubby waist, nuzzling his neck, and then
kissing his cheek, "You are becoming such a big boy Mattie! You should be
reading to moi!" France clucked his tongue playfully.
"Well maybe I will." Canada grinned at the cover, it was the Velveteen Rabbit,
one of his favorites. Also one of Papa's favorites too.
"Would you really for your Papa?!" France asked excitedly. Pointing at the
book. "That's one of my favorites. How did you ever guess moi'cherie?"
"Because I love you enough to remember, Papa." Canada opened the book.
France felt his face blushing from those words, his heart melting, his little
boy made him feel appreciated.
It was these small moments that France loved. That he dearly cherished. It was
also these moments that he noticed things.
How Canada's voice though soft was becoming more pronounced, he was taller,
getting more angles to his features, and developing in other regions. Unlike
Spain with Romano, he hadn't done anything with Canada, he was too worried of
scaring him.
He recounted how during Spain's recent stay. He had told him how at about age
seven. Spain began grooming Romano. It started with kisses, gentle stimulating
touches, eventually leading to oral acts. Never sex. Until currently.
Canada was only eight years old, but he seemed sturdy enough to handle it.
France wasn't willing to push enough for it though. That is where Spain came
into play or did. But when he had told France he slept with Romano. He also
told him he couldn't see him anymore. Not in that way.
"You miss him don't you?" Canada asked, pausing from reading, France hadn't
even noticed. He had been staring at the sofa on the other side of the room.
Where he had ravished the Spaniard like it was the inquisition resurging.
"Oui, moi'cherie, but I have you. Which is far better." France kissed the top
of his head, starting to stroke his hair. "I am sorry for becoming distracted.
Papa won't do it again. Please continue."
It was quiet for a moment. Canada had his knuckles to his mouth in thought.
France became concerned.
"What is wrong? Did Papa upset you?" France cupped his face looking into his
eyes. The boy's violet ones peering into his blue ones.
Canada pecked France's lips quickly. France chuckled pecking his back. Canada
did it again. France laughed harder. Smiling.
"Mattie what has gotten into you?" He rubbed noses with him.
France was taken aback when Canada kissed him again, but this time pressed his
tongue inside.
"Sacre bleu Mattie!" The man's eyebrows were raised and head tilted back as he
stared at the child in disbelief.
"Papa I want to make you feel good like Spain did while he was here." Canada
blushed nearly scarlet. "It looked like so much fun."
France's eyebrows knitted together trying to comprehend what he had meant,
"What looked like 'so much fun'? Explain please."
"You know..." Canada couldn't look at France.
"No. I do not know. That is why I am asking." France said becoming frustrated.
"You know......" Canada repeated and his eyes moved to the leather couch. "I
didn't mean to see. I just wanted cuddles. I couldn't sleep."
France was dumbfounded when he finally understood. Though it was his turn to
catch his little one off guard.
"Did you like it?" France asked him. A non judgemental expression gracing his
features. "How much did you see?"
"Uhm, all of it. And all of the other times too..." Which made France raise his
eyebrow again. As the boy continued. "I liked it. That's why I watched. It made
me feel funny though...." He shifted uncomfortably in his Papa's lap. As he
remembered the sensation.
"Oh? Is that right?" The blond man asked as he felt himself becoming severely
interested in where this was heading. "Can you show me where the funniness
was?"
Canada nodded his little curl bouncing along with his glasses, "Uh huh. Right
here." The child pointed at his crotch.
"And does it feel funny now?" France asked as he cocked his head. Patiently
waiting for an answer. Which Canada simply nodded in response. "Is it a good or
bad type of funny?"
The boy shrugged, "I don't know. It scared me the first few times."
"Oh moi'cherie. You poor thing." Sincere concern filled France's voice. "Why
did it scare you?"
"I-It got hard and weird til it went away." Canada snuggled into France. "Is
that normal?"
"Very my sweet Mattie." France kissed his head again and sighed.
Now he knew that he had a chance to do this. But he still wasn't exactly sure
how to proceed. It was very frustrating. Almost like being starved and then
being brought to a buffet. You didn't know what to place on your plate first.
Leave it to a child to serve you.
"Papa." Canada grabbed the front of France's nightshirt.
"Hm?" He stared down at him inquiringly. Still trying to decide.
"Can we do those things...that you and Spain were doing.." The child looked
beyond embarrassed asking.
"Right now?" France asked curiously.
"Yes. If that's okay,Papa." Canada looked at the couch eagerly and France
laughed.
"Yes we can, but not there. Some place special." France smiled at him and
winked. "Let us go to my room, oui?"
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"Papa. Oh Papa." Canada lie on France's bed nude just like his Papa. They had
undressed a little after entering the room, before climbing into the huge bed.
France was never the one to dawdle on that step. Believing clothing hindered
any means of progress.
Canada's eyes were closed, mouth twitching from every sensual touch, France's
fingers gliding like feathers over - dips, curves, indentions. Just to ghost
backup to tweak at a nipple. Moving back down to stroke his stiff tiny prick or
to tickle his balls with fingertips. Repeating the process over to relax him.
France lay on his side, chest close to one of his boy's arms, knees bent. An
elbow propping him up and a hand in his own hair. As the other hand ventured
about.
"Mmm" France chuckled "How does that feel moi'cherie?"
"Papa it feels wonderful...but I want you to kiss me." The child pouted.
The Frenchman lowered himself keeping his position, the hand he used to caress
him planted on the other side of Canada, to balance himself.
As their lips met France felt his already hard cock jump. Canada did as well
and a curious hand grabbed it. France moaned into his small mouth. A ripple
going through his spine.
"Does that feel good Papa?" Canada panted between kisses. Their mouths became
open and tongues writhed together. He pumped again and France gasped.
"Oui. Very much." France moved the arm he was propping on and used that hand to
grab the hair at the base of Canada's head. Gently he jerked his hair back and
began kissing the child's throat.
Canada whimpered from pleasure and wriggled. Still touching it with
fascination.
"I want to put it inside you. Its beginning to hurt not to." The man groaned.
And nibbled at his little ear. Which made Canada pant and grab at his shoulder.
"Then do it Papa. I don't want you to hurt because of me." Canada whined as
France stuck a finger inside him. After sucking on it a moment.
"Oui, that makes me happy to hear. But it could hurt you very much for me to do
it." France moved the finger around. Realizing with surprise at how relaxed his
boy was. So he placed another one in.
Canada's face contorted for a few seconds from the slight discomfort, "I trust
you Papa. I know you love me too much to hurt me."
France felt himself tearing up. He really did have something special, didn't
he? That boy was his undoing. In more ways than one.
"You're body is telling me. That you are ready to receive me." France removed
his fingers from inside of his child. And he sat up, feeling the gaze of violet
eyes on him, as he grabbed a bottle of lubrication.
France drizzled it on his cock and pumped it a few times. He couldn't bite back
his groans and Canada watched with inquisitive eyes. As his Papa's hips lurched
forward with each stroke.
"You naughty boy. You like watching your Papa ready himself for you?" France
grinned his lips going wide.
"I-I do...It looks like it tastes good." Canada told France.
"Its delicious." France licked his lips. "We can do that later though."
The Frenchman lowered himself to all fours, climbing over the child, kissing
him for a few moments. So he could apply lubrication to his bottom. Relax him
further.
Canada grabbed at the curtain of blond hair, pulling his Papa's lips to his
more, he loved how France's bristly chin moved against his face.
France while his boy was distracted, pressed his cock tip against his small
hole, there was no resistance. He pushed all the way in with total ease. Canada
did whine a little and teared up, but that was more from the stretching than
the penetration.
"Oh my..moi'cherie...you must really trust me for it to be this easy" France
groaned as he pulled back and moved his hips forward slowly. Feeling the boy's
insides adjust.
"Papa..MNNG..Pa...pa." Canada wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed his
cheek. Unsure at first, then locking his legs around his papa.
This was taken as a sign that he could go deeper. So he did. Only in short,
small strokes.
"Mmph" Canada whimpered feeling his prostate being struck for the first time.
"Papa do that again!"
France continued his dipping movement that jerked upward in spurts. Canada's
head rolled back and forth as his back started arching.
He was whining, panting, and clawing into France's shoulders. Sometimes pulling
at his hair. The way he kissed became sloppy. Because his mouth was constantly
opening to make noise.
The blond was encased in heat that quivered. A small body that shivered and
waved like the tide under him. The boy's small voice calling out his name like
a mantra.
"Papa...Papa...Papa!" Canada's head snapped back and through half lidded eyes,
his violet orbs were glazed over. And he was shuddering. He had orgasmed and it
was dry.
But he looked like he was in heaven, his little body going limp, tongue
dangling out of his mouth.
France kissed his face, his neck, and started picking up his pace. Canada
beginning to come back to consciousness with overstimulation. It made his
little prick twitch with confused excitement.
"Oh my sweet Mattie. Papa's going to come...moi'cherie..." France's breath
hitched and his breathing became ragged "Papa's coming!"
France's hips hunched into Canada's inner ones and his face was a mask of bliss
as he came hard into his boy. He felt Canada stiffen under him with another dry
orgasm.
"Papa I love you. That was fun..."Canada said groggily with France's cock still
buried and twitching inside him.
"Oui." France kissed the child's sweaty forehead. "I love you too Mattie."
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"It's interesting how it makes you bond more. As a father and son, doesn't it?"
England asked of France. Referring to his own bond with his son America.
"Oui mon'ami. I agree wholeheartedly. Mattie and I have always been close. But
things seem more intertwined...they have a new meaning as a family." France
nodded in full agreement.
A servant brought them a tray of snacks setting them on the table. Before
walking away quietly into the house. There were rumballs, fresh fruit, cheeses,
and sliced meats.
Germany automatically going for the miniature wursts.
"What no tomato sauce to slather that in?" Austria quipped popping a grape into
his mouth.
"Ha ha very clever. So is it true your lover is like an army knife? Prepared
for anything?" Germany asked crossing his leg over the other.
"Mmmhmmm" Austria said eating another grape. "There is nothing that boy can't
come prepared for."
"I think there was a pun in there somewhere!" Prussia laughed.
"Speaking of keeping it in the family..." Spain's green eyes were smiling in
Netherlands direction. "That kid sister of yours."
"What about her?" Netherlands smirked.
"Nothing. Just taking inventory." Spain tapped a finger to his temple.
"So Sweden, it's your turn!" Netherlands barked at him.
Sweden had been slightly distracted by watching Finland playing volleyball. It
made him nervous. Finland could get hurt.
"S'okay."He took in a steadying breath. He was not looking forward
to....talking.
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***** Super Curiosity *****
Chapter Summary
     Sweden's first time with Finland.
Chapter Notes
     I really, *REALLY*, really want to thank my best friend. They were so
     amazingly sweet and uber awesome to help me out! If they wouldn't
     have helped I don't know what I would have done. <3
Sweden was drowning in numbers--and paper. On his desk sat countless financial
reports from every department of the Swedish government for this fiscal year--
how much money they'd received, how much money they'd spent, where all of it
went, how much more they claimed to need, and for what purposes. He'd been
sitting here for most of the day, and he felt like he was forgetting how
numbers worked at all; he was terribly overwhelmed, and yet it was his duty to
his nation to continue until the work was done--and it was never done.
Not only that, but his boss had also requested that he find a way to promote
and draw in more tourism and also work out some kinks in commerce law. "It
shouldn't be too hard for you," his boss had said. Sweden had been tempted to
just walk out right then and there, but didn't--and he never would do so. His
boss was a jackass sometimes and buried him in work, but Sweden wouldn't
abandon his people.
He set the thick stack of papers he was currently looking over to the side for
a moment, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. He just needed to
rest for a minute--or a decade.
The sounds he heard his Finland making while he played on the floor on the
other side of the room brought a smile to his face.
"The city is in a time of peace....." Finland said as he placed the last block
on his fourth tower. The buildings a little taller than he was on his knees.
"Super Moi Man has been using this time to rest." He reaches for his blue cape
on the floor and ties it around his neck.
"That is until......GRRRRRAAAWWWRRR!" Finland held a dinosaur figure in his
hand. The T-Rex stalking towards one of the block buildings.
"Oh no!" Finland's childlike voice imitating a woman's. "Dr. Ivan's evil
experiments have been released again. Who will saves us?! Help! Help!"
Finland made his voice sound deep and mature, "I Super Moi Man will save you!"
His hands on his hips manly like. "I shall beat these creatures!"
He pretended that a dinosaur figure lunged at him, "RRRAAAAWWWWRRRR."
"HAHAHA! You shall not best me!" Finland punched the figure and it landed
against a wobbly block building.
Another dinosaur attacked Super Moi Man. This one was a velociraptor.
Finland rolled around on the circle rug in the middle of Sweden's office. The
block towers falling all over him.
He got back on his knees out of breath, "There were some casualties, but SUPER
MOI MAN SAVED THE DAY!"
Sweden couldn't believe how adorable little Finland could be. He was just
absolutely precious. The older nation wanted to just stop working and play with
him, maybe play as his sidekick as he often did (as he would never want to take
any glory from 'Super Moi Man'). At least that would be better than being
buried in paperwork and numbers.
Say what one might about the stoic, often intimidating nation, but Sweden truly
was a kid at heart--or he at least found an unimaginable amount of appreciation
for the small joys in life.
A gurgling rumble came from Finland's small belly, he looked at the window, and
noticed how the sun was not far from setting. It was getting close to dinner
and Sweden still looked swamped with work.
But he was Super Moi Man! How is he suppose to be the world's - no the
universe's greatest hero, if he withered away from hunger?! That was
unacceptable!
"Swee~den~! I am *so* hungry!" Finland pouted as he ran over to the man and
began tugging on his pants leg. "C'mon! Let's have dinner. Super Moi Man's
power sources are diminishing."
Sweden's eyebrows seemed to furrow as he looked over a page.
"Puhleeease, Swee~den~! Feee~d me!" The tugging began to get harder.
Bless this child's heart!
This boy had never experienced real hunger in his life--and wouldn't in the
future either, so long as Sweden had any say about it. Nevertheless, Sweden
figured that now was a good time to take a break. Maybe the numbers would start
making sense again.
He set the papers down and took one of little Finland's hands in his own. "Ja,
sure. I'll fix ya dinner. But ya need t' go t' bed early t'night. I still need
t' get things done, here." He tilted his head, referencing the papers on his
desk. "Understand?"
"Yeah, yeah. C'mon!" Finland took Sweden's hands in his and spun him around to
face him in his office chair. Then began grunting as he tried to pull Sweden
into a standing position. "Hnnnng!"
Finland's face was flushed red as he tried his hardest to yank the man up. It
was no good! Super Moi Man's power supply was dangerously low. He needed to re
energize with nutrients.
He took in a deep breath and began pulling again. One foot behind him to steady
him and another spread in front of him to use as leverage, "Hmmmng! Let's go~!"
The man couldn't help but feed into the boy's imagination. He raised himself
slowly, as though Finland were actually pulling him up. The second he stood, he
lifted his Super Moi Man into his arms, hugging him. His legs dangled due to
the height difference when he stood up straight, but that just made it cuter to
him.
Sweden nuzzled his neck as he made his way out of the room. "Thank ya, Super
Moi Man."
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After begging Sweden for spaghetti and hot dogs with pasta sauce. Something the
little boy had liked eating with his friends. Especially that of little Italy
who put the hot dogs in for Germany.
Finland sat there for a few moments as Sweden put together a quick dessert. He
kicked his legs back and forth feeling much better. All he wanted to do was
watch a few hero based cartoons before bed and pretend he was helping them
fight crime!
"Sweden...can I watch some television?" The boy ventured. "I feel like all of
my power has come back. I am ready to save the day again!"
Sweden hated that he had to tell Finland no--that he had to get his work done,
that it was nearly time for the child to sleep. His duty to his nation was just
as vital as his duty to Finland, and he couldn't put his work off for long at
all.
"Fin... We can't... Ya need t' go t' bed after a bath. 'S'final." He
temporarily avoided looking at the disappointment that would overtake the boy's
expression as he cleared the dishes.
"Okay..." Finland said sounding so resigned by those words. The child's eyes
flicked from Sweden to the television, and then stared at a square tile on the
floor. "I guess. I understand." When really he didn't.
Sweden seemed almost too busy for him lately and he sucked on his jutting pouty
lip. As the man reentered the room and looked at him for moment.
The man mentally swore. His poor Finland. He felt horribly guilty, just wanting
to hold the child and forget the world and make him the happiest boy in
existence however he could--reality is an unfortunate thing, sometimes.
He settled for ruffling the boy's hair to see if that might cheer him up a bit.
"'m sorry, Fin." It was clear by his tone that he truly was.
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The bathroom was warm from the heating bulbs. One of the many things that the
Swedish people had perfected over the years - was the art of bathing. Finland
watched as Sweden ran the water.
One of the things he anticipated most in their routine was bath time. Sweden
kept telling him that he was becoming older and soon he wouldn't need him for
such a task. Finland refused to listen and if he had any way about it. He would
continue to bathe with the man.
Finland pulled off his sweater vest and then his long sleeve shirt - revealing
a chest with the infant lines of chest muscle. He was only nine yet he was
getting lean cuts to him. Probably from accompanying Sweden to his work outs.
And his baby fat was slowly melting off of him.
Sweden couldn't help but stare at the boy's body and how much it was changing.
He stopped paying attention to the water and had to snap himself to attention
to remind himself not to overfill the tub. He then offered a hand to help
Finland step into it, a habit, he supposed.
Even though he held Sweden's hand, he gripped the side of the tub, and was bent
over once in the water. So he could crouch before sitting. However the water
was still a little too warm and he took a moment to adjust before fully
sitting. Finland maintaining his crouched position and looked over his shoulder
at Sweden smiling.
Sweden had to once again snap himself out of what he was doing--in this case
ogling Finland's shapely behind. He tried to focus on exactly why Finland
hadn't lowered himself into the water. Too hot?
"'m sorry. Didn' mean t' make 't so hot." Once Finland finally did sit, he was
able to focus a bit better, and stood, contemplating whether or not he should
stay while the boy bathed. He was getting too old for supervision, he thought.
The boy sat in the water with a slight amount of bubbles. He started to notice
Sweden's attention was diverted on other thoughts.
"Get in the bath with me!" Finland cried out ecstatically. He saw how Sweden
was thinking better of it. "Puhlease Swee~den! You need to bathe anyway don't
you?"
The man shook his head, though he couldn't help being swayed by Finland's
reaction. He hadn't let him watch television, and he was going to be sending
him to bed soon enough. What could a bath hurt, really?
"Fine." Sweden gave in and stepped out of the room to grab towels and clothing
for himself, then stripped quickly to get into the tub. The water did seem a
bit on the hot side, and he apologized again for making the error.
"It's okay." Finland beamed at him closed eyed with a bright smile. A moment
later the fair haired child grabbed for the liquid bubble bath. Where he poured
a good amount inside the tub and proceeded to stir it up with a hand.
The crystalline water became thick with prismic orbs and the scent of vanilla
was overwhelming. Finland enjoyed it quite a bit and made a content sound.
Sweden found himself oddly disappointed that he wouldn't be able to further
admire Finland's body due to the bubbles, but pushed that thought away so that
he could get the shampoo and wash their hair, beginning with Finland.
The sudden thought occurred that the boy had added the bubble bath--so much of
it--so that it would take longer to rinse, and he found himself more
appreciative of the thought than he probably should have been since it would
delay his work.
"This is nice. We hardly spend time together anymore." Finland had turned
around to face Sweden mid shampoo. His arms wrapped around the man's neck in a
child's embrace. Finland wanted to feel the closeness that had been lacking
lately. It made him relax. "You are always so busy.Too busy for even
me...besides giving me what I need. I miss you Sweden."
The hug became tighter and he had to hold in the want to cry.
"Oh Fin..." Sweden found it difficult to swallow for a moment. That stung; it
really did hurt him that he wasn't able to spend as much time with Finland
recently due to political and other administrative matters involving his
country. It didn't look like it was going to get any easier, soon, either,
which only made him feel worse.
"'m sorry." How many times had he said that tonight? It seemed as though he
were stuck on "repeat." Sweden stroked his suds-covered hair.
Sweden gently disconnected from the hug and told Finland that he had to finish
shampooing his hair. The boy nodded his understanding and relaxed into Sweden's
massaging fingers. His back against the man's chest, he sighed, and the fingers
became more detailed in their movements. Finland's scalp tingled.
"Mmm.." Finland gasped lightly before giggling "That feels really good,
Swee~den." Another contented sigh.
His voice sounded like a pleasured moan, and Sweden didn't know if it was
simply for the fact that he hadn't had a relationship with anyone but his hand
for a very, very long time or what, but the sound went into his ears and shot
straight to his groin. Fuck. He was getting hard.
Thankfully, the bubbles hid this, and he reached for the conditioner only to
realize he'd forgotten to set it by the tub. Could his luck get worse?!
Carefully, he moved to get the container--keeping his lower half as hidden as
possible while he got on his knees to reach for it.
Finland seemed to sense Sweden's distress, he wasn't very confident when
looking for things without his glasses. So the boy declared, "Super Moi Man
will help you find the missing conditioner! Especially if the evil Dr. Ivan
took it!"
Sweden's eyes grew wide and they held a look of 'Oh no!'. It was too late
because the boy had raced to stand up and due to the overuse of bubble bath.
The soapy residue caused him to kick a foot out as he slipped and Finland
yelped at the fear of falling.
Sweden spun to grab him so that Finland landed against him. and they both sank
back down into the water, causing it to splash a bit. Unfortunately, Sweden
realized that his erection had been more than felt by Finland's thigh, which
rest against it--and the friction only made it harder.
He immediately pushed the boy back just a bit, holding onto him, though, to
check for injuries. "Are ya okay, Fin?" He didn't appear to be hurt, but
without his glasses, he couldn't look too closely.
"Yeah." Finland's eyes were wide with surprise. "Uhm Sweden?" The man looked
nervous at what may come out of the boy's mouth next. "What was that?" His eyes
trailed down to the patch of water between them. Before Finland could move over
to see 'it'. Sweden placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sweden?"
"Don' worry about it, Fin. 's'nothin' t' concern yourself with." Oh, Odin,
where was his mind going? He stared into Finland's eyes and then stared at his
lips, plump and parted slightly from surprise. But he couldn't think like that!
His purpose in life was to love and protect Finland--he refused to consider
anything that might be an overstep. The boy probably didn't even know what sex
was!
Okay, so maybe he did. Curse their nation's accurate sex-education programs. Oh
Odin...
"Do I excite you, Sweden?" Finland ventured a guess as to why he could be
aroused. They learned all about sex. Its purpose, functions, and...its
pleasures. Of course he hadn't really been interested like the other children.
Instead preferring some of the perks of innocence. Continuing his adventures as
Super Moi Man.
The only real thought he had put into it was - when the time came to partake in
such an interaction. Finland without a doubt wanted it to be with Sweden. He
knew Sweden loved him, wanted the best for him, would never harm him.
"Its okay. Natural, ya'know." The boy said matter of factly. In a way parroting
what had been taught to him. "And a couple of my friends...have already...with
their older nations." He saw a look cross Sweden's face. His eyebrows furrowing
at that information. "I have been curious about it, but.." he blushed "I want
it to be with you. Whenever you think we are ready."
Sweden actually considered it, despite himself. The fact that Finland said that
he wanted his first time to be with him touched him--he pulled the boy closer
without even thinking. He knew that some of the other nations had relations
with their respective charges (for lack of a better term), but he'd never
thought about actually doing so with Finland.
"I don't want t' hurt ya, Fin. I don't." Sweden said it, yet still found
himself holding the child close, running his hands up and down the boy's supple
body. His skin was smooth; Finland had never had to truly work a day in his
life, and if Sweden had his way, he never would--never have the need to do so.
Even his hands were soft, a stark contrast to Sweden's hands--rough and
calloused from working, building, fighting. Even if he did have sex with
Finland, how could he expect to be gentle enough?
He kissed Finland's forehead.
Finland closed his eyes smiling at the kiss and his skin tingled at the strokes
of fingers on his body. It was like the tender way he had massaged his scalp,
only they seemed to be seeking to cause a reaction. Which they did in fact do.
The boy pressed his body closer to Sweden's and he straddled one of the man's
legs. Finland rutted against the elder's leg, his own prick feeling excited. A
breath escaped his trembling lips. Not from being scared...from what was this
feeling? Wanting? His young mind was a whirl of emotions - that one being the
strongest.
"Sweden." His eyes opened and he saw the man's head was tilted, lips inches
from his, and his blue eyes studying him. "Do you want me?"
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Sweden told himself he should stop countless times, but every time he had,
Finland had only found a way to drag him back--whether or not he realized it.
And that's why they were in his bed, and why he was kissing the boy's lips, and
why he'd slowly trailed his hand down to play with Finland's growing erection,
bringing it to life (and bringing to life a whole new world of sensations that
Finland had never experienced before or knew he could experience).
The boy's breaths were coming in and out shallow between kisses. Sweden
hovering over him, the man's hand pumping his swelling prick - feeling the
rough edge's on his palms and enjoying every inch of them, and his own hands
roaming over his elder's chest.
In the bath Sweden had moved in for the kiss and then had seemed to feel guilty
about it. Until Finland had kissed him back, Sweden's hands dropping down to
cup his ass (like the hand that wasn't stroking him was doing now). The water
sloshing as Sweden stood, his charge's arms again embracing his neck, and he
kissed Finland's exposed throat.
Finland now in Sweden's bed, gasped as he felt a finger slicked in something
cool enter his rectum, realizing he was in such a haze of pleasure - he never
noticed Sweden getting the lube.
It wasn't unbearable,but it made him feel like he was expanding. After a few
moments another finger joined it and he winced slightly, Sweden automatically
apologizing and had a look as if he wondered that he should stop.
"Sweden, please keep going." Finland's face was flushed, swollen lips parted
tongue peeking from behind them, and his eyes pleading.
Sweden did continue, working slower than he had been to stretch him, prepare
him for what was to come. He didn't want to think of the potential consequences
of this act, but couldn't stop himself from doing so, either.
He tried to at least make Finland focus on other things besides the pain by
playing with his nipples, nipping his jaw, his earlobes, then lowered himself
to take his cock into his mouth as he added a third finger to further stretch
him. He knew that he walked a dangerous line here; he often screamed at himself
to stop, but would it be worth the cost--the rejection that Finland would
surely feel? God, he didn't know.
The boy tried to hold back a few moans and even some whimpers. Because his body
surprised him, he didn't know that he could make such noises from feeling that
good. Sweden had his cock in his mouth and fingers moving in his ass - he felt
like he should be anxious. Yet he wasn't, not at all.
Actually Finland felt himself letting go and his head leaned back a bit. A gasp
issuing from his mouth as a dry orgasm overtook him. Sweden had touched some
place inside him.
"Mmm~ Ah~" Finland practically mewled and gripped at the man's hair. He had
touched that spot again, "Swee~den, OH-" His small hips bucking upward, he felt
like he wanted more, possibly something bigger placed inside of him.
Finland had relaxed considerably, and was certainly into it now. Sweden removed
his fingers from the younger nation's body and gave the head of his cock a bit
more attention before breaking away from that as well to lubricate his own
aching cock.
It might be easier for the boy to take it lying on his stomach, but that would
negate an opportunity to hold (or hit) Sweden, so he decided that they could do
it as they were--facing each other. Gently lifting one of Finland's legs and
positioning himself until he could lift the other and hold them open as wide as
they could go in an attempt to make it a bit easier, the elder nation began to
enter him. He was slow, and he was careful, watching Finland for any sign that
he should stop right there and end everything.
He did not want this to be a bad experience for either of them. He refused to
allow that.
There was a small hiss of pain from the boy, but his body pushed against
Sweden's cock, causing him to penetrate further. And when the man was halfway
inside. Finland let out a low moan and this seemed to make Sweden less tense.
"I love you Sweden" Finland spoke softly as he kissed his elder's neck "Please
don't worry so much."
Once his cock was fully buried in Finland (and Sweden had not been able to
contain his own moans from the tight heat surrounding him), he held still; he
refrained from moving until Finland was ready.
Even when the boy seemed to be ready for it, Sweden gave a few experimental
thrusts to be sure before starting at a slow pace and working their way faster
from there.
"Oh, Fin..." he breathed, his hands moving to hold Finland's cheeks to caress
them while he swallowed the boys mouth with his own.
In between the kisses and trying to remember how to breathe. Finland was
moaning nonstop, his face felt extremely warm, and his eyes teared up not from
pain - from overwhelming gratification. The boy's body quivered along with
Sweden's light strokes of fingers.
"Mmm..Ahh--" miniature beads of sweat rolled down his throat "Swee~den~" he
gasped, legs cinching around his elder, and his back starting to curve.
He was getting so close so fast, but he wouldn't allow himself to finish until
Finland did. Sweden began stroking the Finn's cock in time with his thrusts. He
continued to kiss him--his lips, his jaw, his neck, sucking on the flesh as
well.
Finland was lost in everything that was Sweden . This was what it was like to
have sex, he thoroughly enjoyed it, hoping that Sweden was as well. Because he
wanted to keep doing this as many times as possible.
The boy was about to moan Sweden's name once more - When the man hit that
delicious spot inside of him and his hand stimulated his throbbing prick.
"Swee-mmm" Finland bit his lip, head turned to the side, eyes tightly closed,
Sweden kissing his throat "Ah Ah Ah" his hips started moving erratically and
the man mashed his lips against his as he came hard.
Finland whimpering in his elder's mouth and his small frame twitching beneath
him. The child's come splashing against Sweden's belly. His fair hair plastered
against his impassioned face.
Sweden lost it, his own thrusting becoming erratic as the building tension
released, and he came hard, groaning in Finland's ear as he did so. "Ohhh...."
It was a deep, guttural groan.
It took a few moments for him to be able to think enough to pull out of
Finland. He fell to the side, pulling the boy close, rubbing his back to help
him relax.
"Love ya, Fin... So good t' me..." He stared down at the younger nation. "Are
ya okay? Are ya hurtin'?"
"N-no. Not that I can tell." Finland said between breaths. "It feels different,
but not painful. I liked it." The boy's face became pink as he heard what
Sweden had said. "I love you too and I am happy..." his face became a deeper
shade of pink "you are my first."
Sweden held him tighter still, burying his face in the Finn's hair. He was
trying not to break over just how perfect this boy was.
Fuck work. He'd get to it in the morning.
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"That is really cute and at least things worked out." Austria smiled as he
patted the man's back. "I know how nerve racking it can be. I think all of us
do."
Sweden only nodded a couple of times. He wasn't one to really speak and he had
spoken more than he liked to.
"Yeah. Except for me! I can handle anything." Prussia chuckled reaching for a
strawberry. "Awesomeness is the best insurance."
"Would you shut it? This isn't a contest. Even if it were you probably wouldn't
win, Prussia." England stated rather annoyed at the former albino nation.
France had been leaning against Spain leisurely, he had to shift when the
Spaniard sat forward, "All of us are here as friends. There is no contest, no
judging, all of us only confiding."
"I agree with Spain as per usual. This is just for relaxing. Only for support
among us." The Frenchman readjusted against one of his best friends and Spain
wrapped an arm around the blond's shoulders.
"I am next after the person before me." Netherlands sighed coolly staring
directly at England.
Germany chuckled looking at the clearly baked scarved nation, "Seeming much too
eager, aren't we, Netherlands?"
"Well, my story, might earn me some warranted reactions." The spiky haired man
smiled. "England, spit out your experience with America, you cheeky bastard."
All he earned was a 'get bent' grin from the dapper gentleman.
***** Spot On *****
"America!" If he had not stopped when he had, England would have taken a nasty
ride down the steps. "Why is there a skateboard on the stairs?!" A skateboard
on the stairs? Was the boy trying to kill him?! "And what is that blue blotch
on my living room wall?!"
The older nation turned the corner into the room getting a full view. He had to
grab the arm of the couch to keep from fainting. There were more multicolored
splotches dotting the entire room..furniture...carpet...England drew his hand
back it was stained pink. America had shot off a paintball gun!
"America!!!!" England's face was scarlet, he had enough of this rubbish.
In the kitchen he heard a back door being slowly opened and he speed walked in
that direction. He saw the boy trying to sneak out of the house. There was no
doubt it was an attempt to avoid explanation. Not to mention the inevitable
punishment that awaited him.
"You get over here this instant!" England pointed to the patch of tile before
him. An indication for the young boy to stand in that specified area. The elder
nation's body shook with rage and if America had been older and anybody
else...he would have wrung him like a rag. That was a definite fact that rang
true. England could be a gentleman in every sense of the word, but when he was
pushed to the brink. You were bound to feel his fury before he could be shoved
over the edge. "Now. Quit your dawdling."
America did as he was told, stepping away from the door, and taking measured
steps toward his father. Honestly he hadn't meant for the mess in the living
room to happen. In a rush to test out his new device, he had decided to shoot
at a target he had setup (an old art easel), but the trigger was jammed. By the
time he had made it function, the gun started rounding off shots, and didn't
stop until there was a fine mess. America was going to clean it up right
away...then England had come down to check on him...due to the
commotion..and....
The look in his father's eyes told him that no matter what he said. There was
just no way that he was going to believe him. Especially after all his known
antics, shenanigans, and pretty much all the downright mischief he
orchestrated. Wasn't that what young boys were suppose to do? Cause copious
amounts of trouble. Then their parents laughed it off, patted their child's
head, and called them a scamp?
"You have been out of control as of late" England had started to say when
America tried to interject, but was met with a rather intense glare. A sign to
'button it' from his father. "As I was saying, before you tried to rudely
interrupt me..." Steely green eyes stared into baby blues "You are twelve years
old now and your behavior. It is, well, it's positively horrid. I can't let you
out of my sight without you causing some sort of ruckus."
America looked down at his feet not really knowing what to say. All he knew was
that he hated seeing his father this angry with him. Even if it was a genuine
accident. America felt very ashamed of himself. So he continued on being quiet
as he could which was a lot of effort on his part. Hoping that England's boil
would come to a steaming halt.
"Follow me to the living room. Quickly now." The elder turned on his heel in a
fluid motion, his posture board straight as always, and his steps ever as
graceful. Listening at the sound of his son's clumsy hoof like steps behind
him. Which always reminded him of a colt still trying to get down prancing. It
was evident that his son would never be fully proper. No matter how much
distinguished etiquette he bore into him. Then begrudgingly that was a trait of
his that he adored. Even if he never admitted so.
England took a seat on his ruined sofa and promptly patted his lap. A sign for
America to drop trousers, lay across his father's legs, and take his punishment
with as little lip as possible. Very rarely did he take this route of
punishment with his son. The last time he had remembered doing so had been
several months ago. Usually he would give him a stern talking to and make him
do some deplorable chore. Though sometimes physical discipline was effective.
It got a message across. Not to mention since he was now a preteen the
infliction of embarrassment it should cause.
Hesitantly America unbuckled his belt, fingers gripping the top of his
britches, and he pulled them down in back, along with his underwear. Exposing
only his bottom before he bent over his father's lap. He felt unnervingly
exposed to England, feeling green eyes take stock of his pert posterior, and
the oncoming burning sensation of each strike.
Reluctance flowed over England once he saw America's exposed backside. Almost
washing out his earlier explosion of vexation towards the younger nation. Yet
he still needed to be punished. Obviously England could not turn tail now after
a display of parental dominance. He raised his hand in the air, hovering for a
moment over creamy flesh, and brought it down harshly. America's plump cheek
flattening from the pressure. Once released it jiggled with a pale pink mark.
England could hear the hiss of pain through his son's teeth. Which caused an
indescribable stirring within him.
There was no yielding even with foreign sensation. England spanked him
repeatedly in harsh succession. Hardly a pause at all between each slap. The
result always the same - an ample buttocks being smacked, where it bounced
afterward, and grew in rosy hue til it became blistering red. Every time
England had struck America the stirring grew in intensity. By the time he had
finished delivering his punishment. The elder nation was fully aroused and his
erection jutted into his son's side.
America remained perfectly still over his father's legs, silent tears falling
from his eyes as they wetted his cheeks, and he held back the whimpers that
threatened to shake his body. Until he felt something stiff pressing into his
ribs and it continued to grow in size. Whatever it was belonged to his father,
it felt warm through England's slacks, and was pretty hard to the touch.
Confusion arose in his mind, his thoughts started to formulate and he realized
what it was. His father was horny. His father was horny from spanking him!
America's throat went dry and he vaguely wondered what would happen next.
It was apparent to England that his son had noticed it too. Because he went
from being partially limp with pain, to becoming absolutely rigid, and even his
supple bottom had grown taught. He could see the muscles clenching his ass
reddened like an apple. He knew that this was wrong. England knew that he
shouldn't do it. However he could not escape the thought of going through with
it. Especially if America ended up enjoying it just as much as he did. The
thought of America moaning from his cock caused the hardened appendage to
twitch excitedly.
Ever so gently England grabbed an ass cheek with his hand and he started to
massage the abused area. At first there was another hiss of pain from his son,
but as quickly as he heard it melted away. He continued to rub America's
buttocks in a tender way, slowly working each cheek, feeling the young boy
relax into his touch. Then England began kneading his ass with the heel of his
hands. Which caused America to start pushing himself into the action. England
beginning to wonder if his son liked being touched in that manner.
Then after a moment of mulling it over. England leaned over and breathed onto
the whelps he had inflicted earlier. Which made his cock twitch again as he
heard America let out a breathy sigh. Carefully he kissed the spots where the
marks showed the most. He felt the young boy beneath his chest clutch at the
leg of his slacks. Almost immediately after a few more presses of lip on smooth
skin. England felt a growing bulge on his thigh and it caused him to smirk.
A hand found its way into the back of America's hair and tugged him upward. The
boy had to drop to his knees between his father's legs. In order to comply with
how he was being positioned. Which by this point America wasn't going to
complain. Of course he was startled beyond belief at what was occurring, but
America also felt eager to go with the flow. Behind glass lenses vivid blue
eyes stared curiously into intense green ones. His father's eyes seemed hungry
as they stared into his. Most children would have chosen to flee. Instead
America felt himself wanting his father to devour him. Similar to letting the
wolf ravish Little Red.
England stared down at his lovely boy. Who seemed just as interested in where
this was going as he. Never in a million years had the older nation thought he
was capable of such an act. Incest among nations was far from uncommon. If you
could even call it that all. At the same time they tried abiding by human
traditions. This one being the most taboo lines to cross among them.
"America..." England had started to say something, but as per usual his son
interrupted his train of thought. He did so by kissing England with a peck to
the lips. Not being acquainted in the ways of making out. England kissed
America back this time sliding his tongue between parted lips. America
progressively learning how to accommodate his father's tongue, when to move his
in a swirling fashion, and locking lips. As well as biting them. He especially
loved to nip his father's and followed it by sucking it into his mouth. Before
locking them fervently onto England's again.
They took a moment to breathe. England's hand still clutching at golden hair
and America fisting a handful of his father's shirt. Still on his knees between
the elder nation's legs. This time he was able to speak, "You don't have to do
this. I acted on impulse and not saying I necessarily regret doing so..."
England's voice trailed off as America stared up at him. Now it was America who
wore the hungry expression. Which caused him to hesitate from his son's lusty
look. England had to push himself to continue, "I just don't want to take
advantage of you. You're-you're my son."
"And you are my father." America said removing his glasses and placing them on
the living room table behind him. Then refocused his attention on his parent
nation. "I was kind of nervous when you started..touching me. Now I don't want
you to stop." When America was with his friends he wasn't adverse to cursing,
neither were they, but when around the adults they didn't dare utter a one.
Also they were already talking about sex and some of the younger nations were
already screwing around. Right now was a different story because America was in
an adult situation. "I want you to fuck me."
England was taken aback. Not only from the demand. Not only from the swear
word, but the seriousness in which it was said to him. That was not a phrase he
had expected to hear from his boy. Even if England should have known better.
America was at the age where innocence rapidly fell away daily. Until the day
he was a grown man. What shocked England more was when he felt a hand on his
engorged erection. America rubbed it in unsteady motions at first. Before he
gradually got somewhat of a hang on it.
"Can I suck your dick?" America asked watching as his father was hurled through
a loop. The question catching him off guard. England stared at him for a
second. Then proceeded to unbuckle his belt, unbutton the top of his slacks,
and pull down the zipper. He stood momentarily in front of America, so that way
he could drop his pants, and remove them completely. As an after thought he
also did away with his shirt including the tie he had worn. America decided to
follow suit, standing along with his father, and removing his articles of
clothing.
England had helped him pull his shirt off and then he had kissed America. Their
bodies automatically pressing against one another, they both struggled to
overpower each other, and England walked backward taking America with him. When
he felt the couch pressing against the back of his legs - England took a seat.
Verdant eyes watching as the younger dropped between his legs again. America
grabbed the base of the shaft to steady it, he started to lick the bulbous head
before taking it into his mouth, and sucking on the tip experimentally.
There was a languid groan that escaped from England's throat. Every now and
then he would stroke his son's hair out of his eyes, so he could see each
expression that flitted across his face, or to gaze down at those baby blues
that watered - as he tried to deep throat his father's cock. Which made
England's erect prick twinge with appreciation at America's efforts. England
reached down and gripped one of America's nipples between his fingers. Making
sure to tug on it before rolling it. This caused America to moan on the fat
cock greedily enclosed in his mouth. In turn causing England to throw his head
back, he stopped playing with the nipple, placing his hand on the back of his
son's head. Where he pressed it forward, pushing his length down further into
America's juvenile throat, and England's hips moved in time.
America's eyes started to water heavily, spit running out from the corners of
his mouth, but he let his father take over. Every thrust became increasingly
more erratic. He looked up to see England's head laying back, chest heaving
with deep breaths, and he was licking his lips. America felt his father's cock
start to swell in his aching throat and it reached a point where it stopped -
England grunted and shoved his head down until America's nose pressed against
his father's skin. A hot tangy fluid erupted against his tongue. Ropes of the
fluid were shot down his throat and he swallowed every drop spurted out. When
the elder nation finally let him loose he stared at the younger.
"I still plan on fucking you." England told him between breaths. He patted his
leg, "Come sit with me." America immediately obeyed the order and sat on his
father's lap. Soon arms embraced his frame and held him close to England.
America let out a moan as lips kissed the side of his throat, a hand moved down
past his own hard on, and a finger pushed inside him. America gasped from the
sensation, but his attention was diverted by England's hot breath in his ear,
"I am going to fill you up with my cock. Fuck your virgin arse senseless.
Afterward only your dad's dick will satisfy you. How do you feel about that?"
Two fingers were now planted deep inside of him. Behind America's back he felt
England's dick becoming aroused again. Just as he was about to answer, he
whimpered as his own prick was steadily worked by England's other hand. Another
finger was introduced to the mix and now he was panting. America felt something
teasingly sharp on his neck. Barely registering it was his father's teeth
nipping his neck. Or the fact that arms were wrapped around his waist and he
was being positioned on all fours on the couch. It all was becoming a blur from
intoxicating pleasure.
"I am going to penetrate you now." England spoke in a sultry tone. He made sure
he was aligned perfectly and then he began to press against his son's rectum.
There wasn't much resistance as he moved past rings of quivering muscle.
America tilted forward chest pressed against the sofa cushion, his breaths came
in increments as he adjusted, and England stopped when he was fully in to the
hilt. England lovingly kissed America's shoulder, "Are you alright?"
"Y-yeah. It stings a little, but it feels okay...keep going. Fuck me daddy."
America looked at him over his shoulder and England couldn't get any harder if
he wanted to. Somehow he had managed to do so though. He slid partially out of
him and then thrusted in again. Repeating the same motions while increasing the
speed in which he did so. Until he was grabbing America by the hips and
pummeling into him so aggressively. That his balls were making smacking sounds
as they made contact with his son's skin. America made a choked pleasure-sob
when England located his prostate, "Right there~! Oh my god...Keep hitting that
spot..."
The already present tightness was almost excruciatingly painful, as it cinched
even more around England's cock, and he felt America's inner heat rising
exponentially. Even with the near agony it was practically euphoric. Underneath
him his son's body rapidly impaled itself, not being able to get more of his
father, and England's hips rolled in successive snaps of power. The sound of
the younger nation's cries increased. It was a matter of time before he came
from his first sexual encounter. Losing his virtue to his father and even
begging him to do it.
"You going to come for me?" England growled into his ear as he started pumping
the boy's cock. Which made the raging hard on pulse in his grasp. America was
so overwhelmed by the sensation that he became oblivious to the question.
England started pounding into him harder, hand twisting on every downward pump
of America's shaft, "Are you going to come from your father's cock fucking
you?"
England could feel his young body becoming taught from the build up of
pleasure. He was on the brink of his own second climax for the day, but he
wanted his boy to shoot off his load first. A moment later and America was
whimpering as he went rigid, his juvenile cock being milked by his father, and
ass being slow fucked as England reached completion along with him.
All the while he managed to get out, "Daddy I'm coming~ Fuck I am coming~ Your
cock is so good!!!" Even as America came hard, his father continued fucking him
until his own cock swelled inside him, like it had in his throat, and he felt
seedy gobs of spunk fill him up. As England pumped every bit into him, it
leaked out, and ran down his inner thighs.
Eventually all was quiet while the two of them rested. They had somehow managed
to spoon on the couch with England's cock still buried in his thoroughly
ravaged child. As their breathing evened, he kissed America's shoulders, he
kissed his back, and held him tightly to him. The mess that surrounded them
didn't matter anymore. Anything that was worth his time he had in his embrace.
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"I never thought you had it in you to be a scandalous bloke." Prussia shot at
England trying to mimic a British accent. "So did it get the little buggart to
behave? Ja'know, fucking him into submission?" He reached over to take a hit
from Netherlands' pipe. "Sex can get me to comply."
"Sex can get *you* to do a lot of things." Austria commented over the rim of
his tea glass.
Germany was trying to compose himself, he had been laughing, "I never thought
you could be vulgar. Your always so prim and proper..."
"Yes, quite. When it comes to private affairs behind closed doors. I am a bit
more adventurous." England stated to the others in a relaxed tone. No longer
really caring what they thought of him. After sharing his story he had shed
much of his tense apprehension.
"Oui! We should get you behind closed doors more often then!" France exclaimed
as he wiped a tear of amusement from his eye. It was becoming more clear that
he was sufficiently intoxicated.
Spain was right along with him in terms of inebriation. However he wanted to be
able to comprehend the rest of the stories and decided to sip on some ice water
instead, "Netherlands you claimed that your story might earn some jaw dropping
reactions. Are you ready to shake us up?"
The pipe was handed to Prussia as he took a long drag and inhaled rather deeply
on it. Once back in Netherlands possession, he gazed casually over to the
Spaniard, and the Frenchman snuggled beside him, "I am always ready to shake
anyone up. As long as they can handle whatever I am selling."
"Well we are all fascinated in your proverbial wares. Now spill Mr. Peddler."
Austria joked with him as he plucked a cubed cheese from the platter.
"Okay. Remember that I warned you and you cannot judge me for what you hear."
Netherlands took another puff and handed it over to Prussia. Spain nodded his
head as reassurance. "Alright then. This is how it all happened...."
***** Little Lady *****
Lately Belgium had been extremely moody. At first it was small arguments with
her brother Netherlands, followed by emotional outbursts filled with tears, and
moved to her just wanting to be left alone. Netherlands couldn't understand the
behavioral changes happening within his sweet little sister. When he asked the
other nations about what was happening with Belgium, all he would receive was
awkward laughter, and reassurances that it was a natural phase.
Netherlands trusted the words offered to him in regards to Belgium. Most of the
countries he had asked were older; wiser than he in their years of experience.
So Netherlands had figured that his little sister would become her radiant self
once again. Whenever what was ailing her had passed of its own accord.
It was late into the afternoon that day. Netherlands hadn't seen Belgium since
he had awakened some time ago. There was a high possibility that she could be
locked in her room. Or even Belgium had gone out for whatever reason. Just to
be on the safe side of things Netherlands went to check on her.
"Sister?" A light rapping on her door from the elder sibling. "Are you in
there?" As Netherlands continued for a response he heard movement coming from
behind the door. Yet no reply from Belgium. "Sister? May I come in?"
Netherlands let concern be his guide and pushed past the urge to allow Belgium
her privacy. The scene behind the door was an unexpected one. Really he should
have known the cause to her changes - he noticed it with most other females -
somehow not his very own sister. Always being wrapped up in thinking of her as
a kid sibling. It had never occurred to him that one day she would become a
woman....
"Big brother!" Belgium nearly shrieked at Netherlands caught up in surprise at
his presence. She was in the middle of removing soiled - bloodied - bed linens
from her mattress. Belgium still hadn't changed from her nightgown, which too
was saturated in blood, and her expression was completely sheepish. "Get out.
Right now!"
Netherlands flinched at her embarrassed rage directed towards him. However he
remained in her chambers slowly gravitating towards her. Where he finished
removing all the bedding.
"Go clean yourself up, Belgi. I can handle this for you." He told her with a
pleasant smile. This was just as awkward for him as it was for her, but he was
attempting to make the best out of it...for the both of them. "Please. Take all
the time you want. Relax."
"Thank you big brother." Belgium inclined her head forward with proper
acknowledgement. She turned around to gather an outfit from her wardrobe, but
not before giving him a sheepish grin. One that Netherlands returned with
genuine love. Before she headed out of the room, arms full of clothing, she
kissed his cheek while on her tippy toes, "Thank you for putting up with me."
"No problem." Netherlands gave her a warm expression. When she was gone from
the room he finished stripping the bed. His mind trying to register that his
eleven almost twelve year old sister was maturing into a young woman. Which
caused him to shake his head as he gathered up the sheets for washing.
XXXX
A full week later Belgium had reverted back to her perky self. Netherlands laid
in his bed under the covers with nothing on. The way he usually liked to sleep
because being in the buff had its advantages. Especially if Denmark decided to
drop by unexpected. Right now he wasn't thinking of the rowdy nation...
Belgium had taken over his thoughts recently. After discovering she had begun
menstruating Netherlands had taken notice of other things. Underneath her
blouses were budding breasts, her child like belly was slendering down, and her
backside was becoming shapely.
Netherlands groaned as his cock sprung to life thinking of his kid sister.
Remembering how when he was younger they learned periods usually meant a female
was ready to become sexually active. A sign that their body was capable of
holding a growing life within it. That was what sent precome dribbling from
Netherlands aching dick. Imagining himself impregnating Belgium.
Was that necessarily wrong of him? For him to be thinking of such things?
Someday it was going to happen. Belgium was going to meet someone and create a
new country with them. Why shouldn't it be him?
Plus every nation was raised to grow up early due to the demands of their ever
expanding populations and their reaches of territorial rule. Right now he was
responsible for raising his sister. Another thing was incest wasn't uncommon
among their kind.
The only thing stopping him was Belgium. Netherlands would never force his
yearnings onto her. She was free to take control of her own life. As long as
Belgium remained steady in the responsibilities of her duties. Perhaps she
wanted him all the same.
XXXX
Netherlands had been sleeping rather peacefully albeit moving around quite a
bit. When he was startled awake by someone climbing into bed with him. At first
he had thought in his groggy state that it was Denmark coming to 'visit' him.
Automatically snuggling with the body that moved closer against his. One of his
hands wandering down the person's backside, it was then Netherlands started
realizing whoever it was not in fact Denmark...
A hand that wasn't his reached down, grabbing his swelling manhood, and he
opened his eyes to see Belgium facing him. Which startled him more than it
probably should have. This was what he had wanted right? Not really expecting
it to be her initiating the process.
"I have heard you the past few nights big brother." Belgium removed her hand
from his cock, choosing instead to wrap her arms around him and cuddling even
more against him. Her naked body pressing warm flesh on her brother. "Calling
my name as you touch yourself."
Big eyes grew even wider at Belgium's admission. She had been listening to him?
Their rooms were on opposite ends of the hall for various reasons - mainly so
Netherlands could have adult fun - while Belgium remained undisturbed by his
goings on.
"Don't worry. I touch myself to you too." A barely audible giggle escaped from
her mouth. Netherlands felt it more in her chest than he had heard her do it.
Was this all a very vivid dream? Belgium moved upward to his ear, whispering,
"Would you like to be my first big brother?"
Netherlands was having trouble responding to the situation at hand. Which with
other people had never been an issue before. Sex had always been one of his
strong suits and here was his precious sister...offering herself up to him. And
he had no clue what to do. Go figure. After a few moments of consideration on
how to respond to this presentation.
"I would love to be your first, Belgi." Netherlands placed two hands firmly on
her ass and lowered his lips to her already puckered ones. Which was cute. How
children thought that was the most romantic way to show affection. It was his
turn to catch her off guard when his tongue moved inside her mouth. As they
broke apart, her chest was heaving, he pressed his forehead to Belgium's, "So
many things to teach you..."
Belgium was rolled onto her back where Netherlands kissed her once, twice. A
hand stroking her hair before coming to a rest as it cupped her cheek. The
other hands running over her small breast, down her belly, finally coming to a
stop at her cunt. Where Netherlands ran a finger along her already sopping wet
slit causing him to smirk with an exhaled, "Mmm."
"Feels really good." She gasped under his feather light touches, peppering of
kisses, and most of all the way he was stimulating her sensitive clit. Belgium
had a hand in Netherlands hair, moaning at his lips on her throat, her hand
experimentally jerking his prick again. He let out a heated groan from her
pumping as he nipped her exposed flesh on her jugular, "Big brother~!"
Netherlands chuckled as he released from her and worked his way down to her
chest. Where two small breasts greeted him and he imagined them swelling with
breast milk. A hot tongue flicked over a rising nipple, Belgium gasping, and
her hands went for his spiky hair. Soon he was sucking on the tiny pink dots.
Making sure to give both adequate attention. When Netherlands believed he was
done teasing her titty bitties - he kissed down her tummy - causing her to
giggle. Which in turn made him smirk.
Belgium grasped more prickly hair as she let out a keening cry. A pair of lips
were kissing delicate hips and their sensitivity was causing Belgium to shudder
with overstimulating pleasure. Netherlands mind still caught in the fantasy of
them bearing a child - his child - possibly even from this encounter alone. How
they would grow thick to support their baby and Belgium's little tummy would
round out in that area.
"Big-UH!-Brother," The small girl cried out as her older sibling began licking
her clit. She had never felt so much pleasure; even when she had played with
herself til she went numb. Netherlands hot tongue was now swiping up and down
the length of her cunt. He made sure to get into every fold before poking the
lapping appendage inside of her. Belgium's legs snapping shut around his head
and he grinned as he pushed them a part. She panted between whimpers,"Broth-
brother! I can't it's too much~..."
"Belgi," A pair of lust filled green eyes looking up at her. Belgium looking
down at him as she felt two fingers enter her. She had not been lying when she
mentioned touching herself. Her back arching as the fingers rapidly pumped and
she gripped at the sheets. Now and then she would see her brother looking up at
her as he sucked her clit. While he still drove his digits inside causing her
to become a sopping mess, "You taste so sweet."
Netherlands watched as his sister's face flushed from the compliment. Then he
moved back up along her body, so she could feel his abs run along her tender
skin, and her hands dropped from his hair. Belgium cupped his face kissing him
and feeling him take her face in his hands. They kissed like that for a few
moments. As they parted he gave her a peck on the forehead.
"UHHmnn," Belgium grimaced as tears pricked her eyes feeling her brother's
cockhead piercing her. In increments Netherlands entered his little sister and
he felt her clench with each push forward. The two of them feeling something
give away inside her and it caused her to gasp in pain. Netherlands eyes were
closed from how wonderful she felt, he swallowed hard, buried cock pulsating
with excitement at it's location.
When he opened his eyes seeing her tears; he kissed her in a sensual manner.
Netherlands remaining still until he felt Belgium relax with an exhale of
breath. His hips steadily rolling causing deep slow thrusts. A thumb stroked
her cheek, "I love you Belgi."
"I love you too," Belgium told him as she let out a light moan. All of the
sensations starting to wash her being in pleasure and she began moving her hips
along with Netherlands. Belgium's ass rocking back n' forth against the sheets.
Another moan as he licked the shell of her ear, she could hear his unsteady
breathing, and how he groaned under his own gasps.
Netherlands hands roamed down the sides of his sister's young body. Until they
reached her legs, where he placed them over his shoulders, pushing deeper
inside her. Netherlands wanted to make sure his seed reached its destination
when the time came.
Belgium moaned as she felt her brother even further inside her clenching cunt
and winced occasionally as his cockhead would slam against her tiny cervix. She
could feel a warm tingling sensation in her clit, spreading up through her
belly, and causing her to feel like she was going to spasm. Belgium's breathy
moans turned into a high pitch keening cry. Netherlands knowing soon that she
was going to come and he should work toward his own climax.
A groan made Netherlands chest swell along with his cock and he could feel
Belgium's nails raking the flesh of his back. Her hips worked overtime with his
in synchronized tandem, barely, Netherlands thrusts were losing rhythm. The
friction from his body tightly against hers -rubbed her clit causing delicious
friction - sending her over the edge. Netherlands felt her wetness soaking him
in a gush and finally he let himself go deep inside her.
He made sure to fill her up with every drop of spunk he had and held himself
wedged within her like a stopper. Making sure to keep his seed inside Belgium's
womb for as long as he was able. It was until he went flaccid that he finally
pulled out. The two of them panting and allowing the heat from their coupling
to dissipate.
"If you come in me like that every time. You are going to make me with child,
Big Brother." Belgium said as she rolled over to snuggle next to him. She
smiled as one of his arms wrapped around her.
Netherlands other hand rested between them on her belly, "I want you with
child, Belgi." Her eyes went wide with surprise at his admission, but her face
softened not long afterward. It became even softer when he breathed out, "I
love you."
"I love you too, Big Brother." Belgium said with a sweet smile, her hand moving
to rest on his, the one on her belly.
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All sets of eyes rested upon him. Some were in varying states of shock, others
were appraising, and some were completely indifferent. Netherlands found
himself smirking at all of their expressions, "I told you my story would -
'earn me some looks'. Did I not?"
"You did..." Austria began speaking, but he was having trouble finding the
words, "...we weren't expecting something so..."
"Scandalous?" France offered to supplicate the nearly speechless nation's
words. Earning him a single nod from the Austrian. "Do you know if she is with
child?"
"We will know soon enough. If she doesn't start her, you know, in the next week
or so." Netherlands looked nearly giddy at the prospect of being a father. Even
if he were more than baked at the moment. "What about you Prussia - with
Hungary?"
"Nein. I actively avoid doing anything remotely like that." The Prussian shook
his head vigorously.
Sweden continued remaining quiet and opted instead to just observe the
interaction. Quite frankly he didn't know what to think of Netherlands
confession. It was unknown territory to him. England apparently felt the same
way and they shared a brief mutual look.
"Well, if and when she becomes a mami." Spain grinned at Netherlands. "Congrats
to you, amigo!" Then his rosy face turned to Germany, who looked like he wanted
to say something to Netherlands, but decided against it. "I want to hear all
about you and our tiny tomato."
"It is nothing compared to that..." Germany stopped himself trying not to fling
an insult. He was unsettled by Netherlands actions, but this was a judgment
free zone - for everyone. Including himself. "But I will indulge you all the
same."
***** Garden Party *****
Chapter Notes
     I am more than apologetic at how long it took to update. But its
     finally arrived and hopefully its more than satisfactory to make up
     for the wait!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The smell of sun ripened tomatoes made Germany's mouth water and his stomach
growl. A clump of soil in his hand; making sure his garden's dirt was rock
free.
Germany had been spending a great portion of his day planting new rows of
veggies. He had even skipped lunch so he could be finished by the end of the
day.
Somewhere in the backyard Italy was hosting a tea party. The child had made
sure all of his best stuffed and otherwise imaginary friends attended.
Thankfully the night before Italy had packed a picnic for the occasion and
Germany hadn't needed to stop to make the young nation a noon meal.
Sweat was filtering through the blond's lashes; causing his eyes to sting
coupled with the unfiltered sunlight.
Germany being elbow deep in wet earth, had managed to smudge mud all over his
face, from trying to keep his vision clear.
The German's nose also would wrinkle when the breeze passed him and his less
than fresh body odor would be updrafted up into his reluctant nostrils.
He was so close to being finished; deciding to power through the
unpleasantness.
The rocks Germany did find were placed in a bucket for later use. They were
going to be rinsed off, sorted, and used to decoratively outline the new crop.
Germany dropped a handful more in.
Germany's lands were fertile and ideal for growing vegetation. The only
downside being the pebbled undersoil; being the hardest part of the whole
planting process and doubling the time he could spend on something else.
Or more practically someone else.
Lately he had been spending less time with his Italian companion. In favor of
catching up on seasonal chores, when he wasn't attending to his nation's
affairs, or leading a world conference.
Then top that all of with raising a child...
Germany thought about Italy - how the small nation was growing into his own
person and though Italy still held a delicate demeanor; he would soon leave
Germany before long.
This thought deeply saddened the blond. Even if he never got around to
admitting it. Germany never had done well with admitting his own feelings.
Except when it came down to Italy and Germany's thoughts wandered to what the
brunette was currently up to...
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Not all that far away in the backyard, Italy sat at a small table Germany had
moved outside for him for the purpose of the tea party. He wore a dress--not
like the ones he used to wear, so frilly and bulky--but a dress Austria had
made specially for him.
He wanted a dress fit for a tea party, and the Austrian had thought he was
being cute. But Italy was serious, so, after discussing it with Germany,
Austria obliged.
Italy had taken it a step further asking Hungary for underwear and stockings
that were girly (he wasn't about to ask prim and proper Austria for these!).
It wasn't that he wanted to be a girl--he just thought the clothes were more
comfortable--especially the one he was wearing now, since it was thin and
silky, like the panties he wore.
Italy couldn't help but fidget in the dress if only to feel its softness
rubbing against his skin.
"Would you like some cake?" Italy asked his stuffed rabbit.
Austria had told him it was proper to offer guests cake with their tea-- or
cookies. A small snack.
He fidgeted again in the clothes, then gasped when something felt... good...
Between his legs...
He'd never felt the sensation before, and lifted his skirt to see if he could
mimic it. A hand lowered to his panties and he gently slid the cloth against
the sensitive flesh between his legs.
He didn't know if he was supposed to do this, but his body was reacting in the
best way and he didn't entirely want to stop.
Amber eyes glanced around the yard to be sure Germany wasn't around to see what
he was doing, and he continued.
Italy's body was hot all over. His little cock stood at attention, and there
was clear fluid dribbling out the tip as he continued to stroke the fabric
against his swollen member.
On some level, he was horrified by what he was doing but he simply couldn't
stop; it felt too good.
His cheeks were flushed from the sensations, and he was mewling as he neared
the edge of... something. He didn't know what he was edging closer to, but he
felt better and better as the seconds ticked on.
--And then he stopped, because whatever was about to happen scared him more
than the prospect of feeling so good. He felt like he was going to explode--and
what if he did? The boy sat there trying to catch his breath.
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The German was growing tired, hungrier, and his grimey body more than grossed
him out. He was in serious need of a shower, but he couldn't just trudge into
the house like this -causing a bigger mess to clean up; other than himself.
The only thing Germany could think of was rinsing off with the water hose and
then completely cleansing himself with an actual shower.
Currently however he had to check on little Italy and make sure the child was
still where he was suppose to be.
A few times before Italy had wandered to Austria and France's without
permission. Leaving Germany to frantically search for him.
Germany stalked quietly through the yard; wanting to candidly catch a glimpse
of Italy. Sometimes the child could be absurdly cute without even realizing it.
Moments later Germany's sentiments would be verified.
The blond hadn't gone far before he espied the Italian sitting at his tea
table. Only the scene wasn't what he had been expecting - Italy had his dress
raised and was tracing his fingers along his shaft; obviously enjoying the feel
of the silk rubbing against his cock.
Italy's face was red with fervent concentration and his small legs were
twitching with every slippery touch.
The picture of perfection even at his tender age.
Germany could feel the strain of his aroused cock in his pants. He almost
wanted to whip it out and begin jerking it at the scene before him. Except the
thought of Italy catching Germany kept him from doing so.
A flurry of lewd fantasies began culminating in Germany's mind. He knew that
Italy was young; though being intimate with the child wasn't necessarily wrong;
a certain level of hesitation was understandable.
Germany couldn't stand there introspecting and fantasizing forever. He cleared
his thoughts long enough the clear his throat, bellowing, "Italy?! Italy where
are you?!"
Italy squeaked, nearly flying out of his skin hearing Germany's voice. He
immediately lowered his dress in an attempt to hide the shameful evidence of
his activities. Unfortunately, he couldn't hide his cheeks, which were red as a
tomato, nor his heavy breaths.
He saw the blond approaching then, covered with soil, sweat, and the occasional
leaf from the weeds. Normally, the boy would have laughed at the sight--he
always found it hilarious when neat and tidy Germany looked disorderly either
from work or stress. As much as it seemed to irritate the blond, they both knew
that Germany couldn't be mad when he laughed like that.
This time, however, the boy was more concerned with pretending that he'd been
behaving as normal while Germany had been busy. He picked up a teacup and
sipped the juice he'd poured in it.
"Are you alright Italy?"
The blond asked with concern as he came upon him. Italy's face seeming flushed
from the sun, but Germany knew better; seeing what he had undoubtedly seen.
"You seem a bit worn out."
Italy worried about what he might sound like if he spoke, terrified that
Germany might notice something was wrong from his voice. So he simply nodded
and used the fact that he was sipping his "tea" as an excuse not to say
anything at all. He couldn't even bring himself to look at the blond nation at
first.
When he did, he seemed relaxed just a little--it seemed as though the man had
seen nothing.
"I am going to rinse off." Germany jutted a thumb toward the water house.
"Afterwards we can go inside and I can start dinner..."
His voice becoming muffled as he removed his shirt, "Once I take an actual
shower."
"Mhm." Italy responded, watching him strip. He'd always admired the German's
well-toned and muscular body. He truly was a symbol of physical power and Italy
wondered if he'd have muscles like that too someday.
But then the blond stripped off even his pants and boxers and Italy suddenly
found himself salivating, although he couldn't quite explain why.
What had been left of Germany's hard on ebbed away from the cool water. The
clear water spray removing all the mud and grunge caked to the blond's pale
skin.
The German's back remained to Italy, with a slight side profile - giving Italy
a partial view of the elder nation's vital regions.
He bent over to spritz his legs and gave a subtle shot of his large balls.
Italy watched water trickling down the powerful nation's body, over well-
defined shoulders, down his arms and his spine. From the back, the streams met
like tributaries into rivers to run right between his ass cheeks, no doubt
meeting the front streams at his balls before making its way down his legs.
The sight made him want to touch himself some more. And since Germany wasn't
paying the slightest bit of attention to anything but the task at hand, he
decided to do it.
Italy lifted his dress and reached down into his panties to stroke his little
cock, which quickly became painfully hard, due to his earlier denial.
A slight whimper of pain from Italy caused Germany to turn and before Italy had
ample time to hide it - the blond saw his young companion's cock.
Desire filled Germany at the sight before him and his loins ached with lust for
Italy.
The boy's cock was swollen and begging for release; a light red from his
continuous edging and tiny white pearls leaked from the tip.
Germany stepped forward slowly; as if he were naturally inspecting the
Italian's distress and lowered himself to his knees between the brunette's
legs.
"I can make this feel better." Germany soothed in an affectionate voice. "First
let's get rid of these..."
The silk panties were removed, Germany gently placed his hands on Italy's
thighs, and licked the precome from Italy's head.
Once again, the boy nearly flew out of his skin, yelping when he felt the
German's tongue against his sensitive cock.
"Get-Germany, noo! What if it hurts more?" he wined, scared of the new
sensations he'd been experiencing that day.
"I promise you that it won't hurt anymore when I'm finished." Germany's blue
eyes locked confidently with Italy's liquid amber. "Do you trust me?"
Germany sat up a little straighter and kissed Italy's lips tenderly. He pecked
his lips again and opened the Italian's with his own - allowing the boy to
taste himself on the blond's lips.
Germany tasted... good. It was strange at first sliding his tongue against
Germany's, but Italy found that it wasn't at all unpleasant and got used to the
rhythm fairly quickly.
"I trust you, Germany. It's just scary." he responded when the kiss broke."I
didn't mean to make it hurt. I was just playing and the panties rubbed against
me and it felt good and I kept doing it and then this happened and I didn't
know what to do and--mmph!" The child was silenced by Germany's mouth to end
his rambling. Italy was prone to going on to no end if left unchecked.
He felt what must have been Germany's thumb on the head of his stiffened prick
and moaned into the kiss, clinging to Germany for both security and an
unexplained urge to just be closer to him.
After allowing Italy to grow more accustomed to the situation Germany broke the
kiss and went back to orally pleasing Italy.
He slowly took the boy's cock in his mouth and swallowed him down to the hilt;
applying light suction at the base of Italy's cock and then pulling his mouth
back up to the head.
Little Italy tasted phenomenal making the German pick up the pace; so he could
devour the long awaited load building up in Italy.
"Nngh! Wait--it feels weird...! Ah...!!"
Little Italy cried out as he finally toppled over that blissful edge, filling
the German's mouth with his first climax.
For a moment he fell flush against Germany, too dazed by post-orgasm high to
think too much about what had just happened. But when he managed to recover
some...
He panicked.
"Germany?! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to--and then stuff came out?!--in your
mouth!--I didn't know--Germanyyy!"
The poor boy indeed looked more than apologetic just in case he'd done
something wrong. Amber eyes threatened to tear up.
For the briefest moment Germany was stunned speechless. He had expected a
handful of reactions, but not Italy believing he would be upset with.
"Its perfectly fine," the elder nation told him as he rocked backed on his
heels and chuckled, "I was actually anticipating that you would...'come' in my
mouth."
The man licked his lips for emphasis and to clean spurts that managed to leak
out.
Italy's knee rubbed against Germany's own excited length and caused Germany to
gasp in response.
He really wanted to lay Italy on the table and make him come all over again;
this time from Germany being deep within him.
But Germany wouldn't make a move to alarm Italy. Especially after how confused
and freaked out he had become from climaxing.
Italy looked down and noticed that Germany's own cock looked much like his own
had moments ago. He wondered if it hurt like his did, and if so, if he
should...
"Should I do what you did--for you--with my mouth?" he asked. If Germany felt
anything like he'd felt, then surely he needed help too!
Germany shook his head already knowing how much Italy would struggle giving a
blow job.
"I was thinking of doing something else." He ran a smoothing hand through the
boy's hair. "But I..."
Germany found himself hesitating before he continued, "don't want to alarm you
because it will be uncomfortable for you...at first."
Italy wondered why he would do it if it was going to be uncomfortable? It must
be something good to be worth the trouble.
"I trust you." said Italy. "You can do... whatever it is. Will it feel good
after being uncomfortable?"
"Amazing. The feeling is indescribable," Germany gave him a flirty smirk ",and
most times addictive. You want to do it again and again."
The elder nation lifted him up and sat him delicately on the tea table (after
swiftly knocking the plastic set to the ground).
"First I have to prepare you." Germany sucked his fingers and slowly introduced
the double digits.
"it hurts!" Italy yelled, tensing up involuntarily around the intruding
fingers. He relaxed somewhat as he felt Germany's mouth on his cock again. As
Germany explored, the tip of his fingers pressed against something that made
Italy squeal--and not from pain this time.
"D-do that... That felt good..." Italy's cheeks were flushing from renewed
pleasure.
Italy's pleasure sobs were music to Germany's ears. He moaned around the small
Italian's cock, as he tasted more of the liquid saccharine that was Italy, and
for the hands that clutched his hair.
Both of his fingers kept targeting that love button with vigor and when Italy
relaxed; Germany began scissoring the child.
As if to drive the man crazy--although he didn't realise that it would--Italy
spread his legs wider in an attempt to make the stretching more tolerable. It
felt better and better as the minutes ticked on under Germany's careful (and
thorough) preparation. And even though he couldn't have fathomed that it were
possible, Italy became hard a third time despite the fact that his balls were
spent. Even if he came, it was unlikely that anything would come out this time
around.
Germany seductively slid up Italy's body, continuing to scissor him wide open,
and breathed hotly into the child nation's ear.
"I am going to stuff you full of wurst liebling..." Germany kissed his throat
and continued in a lust gravelled voice, "Here it comes.."
The blond aligned himself and groaned as his cockhead popped inside; Germany
swallowed hard as he fully inserted himself. Not making a move until Italy grew
accustomed to his massive length.
Italy cried out, gasping first from pain, then they slowly melted into renewed
pleasure-sobs.
"I feel full..." he said, staring up at Germany with both the sweetest and
hottest expression the German had ever seen from the boy. "It feels good
though. What now--ahh!"
The Italian mewled as Germany began to move, his muscles tightening impossibly
around that thick cock.
The display of Italy's arch backing off the table was irresistible and the way
his silk dress clung to his body;even hitched up around curved hips, was more
than a little tantalizing.
Germany groaned from Italy's ass clinching around his cock. The boy's moans
trapped in the possessive kiss of the German and he found his thrusts picking
up speed. The feel as well as the sound of his balls smacking against juvenile
flesh was extraordinary.
"Oh Gott Italy..." Germany said between panting kisses, "I could fuck your ass
all day."
"Germany...! Germany...!" Italy wrapped his arms around the blond's neck, a
subtle plea for more closeness (if it were even possible at this point!). His
legs wrapped around his hips as best they could.
Nimble fingers lost themselves in the man's hair, and Italy couldn't have
quieted his moans if he'd wanted to.
Germany spied a gaze at Italy's gorgeous face. The boy's expression was aglow
with euphoria. He was biting his bottom lip between wails, tugging at his
lover's golden tresses, and begging for an orgasm eluding him.
"Italy...I-I'm"
The elder nation could barely get the words out through clenched teeth. He
gripped the young Italian's hips and glided inside more deeply.
Italy was generating additional heat - fervently grinding and bucking into his
lover's thrusts -cinching tighter around the man's cock. Germany's feeling
himself swell with the promise of a free falling bliss.
"I'm going to come Italy."
It seemed impossible, but Germany's cock swelled just a bit more within Italy;
it was this slight difference (although it didn't feel slight to the boy) that
thrust him into a third orgasm. His balls were empty, but that didn't stop his
muscles from hugging Germany's cock tighter, nor did it do anything to stifle
the high-pitched wail forcing its way out of his mouth. Italy thrashed from the
overwhelming sensation, clinging to Germany even more as his orgasm was
forcibly extended due to the blond's now-erratic hips.
And then something hot and sticky was filling him up--so much so that he felt
it leaking out around Germany's cock and pooling between his legs.
A deep groan came from Germany's broad chest and a stimulated shock through him
as he climaxed. If they had been in bed he would have collapsed next to Italy.
The blond waited for his throbbing cock to go flaccid - kissing the breathless
child underneath him - until his own lungs burned for oxygen. When Germany was
no longer erect he slipped out; careful not to cause Italy pain.
Back on his knees he wiped sweat from his brow and watched as his seed dribbled
from the young Italian's ravaged hole. Where it came to pool on the table
underneath him.
The evidence of how much he had literally come to love Italy.
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"Can I get this one, Germany?" Italy stepped out of the dressing room in a
dress more suitable for a sex worker than a pre-teen. Why the dress even
existed in the pre-teen section was beyond the stoic German nation.
...Not that he was complaining.
"How much is it?" he asked the boy as his eyes wandered down his body. The gown
hugged his hips and left very little to the imagination despite its ruffled
bottom. And gave hints to the matching silk panties underneath.
"It's..." Italy went back into the dressing room to check the tag. "...Uh,
actually, I think I'll put it back and get a different one.
Translation: It's expensive, that's how much it is!
"Just bring it to me. We'll figure out how you can pay me back."
The cheer from the dressing room was more than worth the purchase. Of course,
he'd still have to compensate Germany for the thing--but they both knew that
wouldn't be an issue.
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"So is that why his wardrobe is more extensive than Francis'?" Austria asked in
a disapproving tone. The nation being forever frugal. "If I would have
known..."
"You would have been scandalized beyond belief and hypocritically reprimanded
him?" Prussia asked in an accusing tone, daring the four eyed brunette to
disagree.
Francis derailing any possible escalation, "I didn't know you could be so
romantic Germany!" The Frenchman was nearly mooney-eyed with adoration.
"I , yes, can be." The German mumbled feeling his need to be humble coming
forth.
"I wonder if Austria can be as in tune with his feelings?" Spain asked
chuckling from his musical pun.
In the background where Netherlands was most comfortable he shook his head,
"That little Pea (Switzerland) nearly gave Austria a run for his money."
England sipped on his tea quietly and offered a scone to Sweden. The Northern
Lion declining due to his intrigue for Austria's story.
"A good thing he can always stuff it in Swiss's bank." Prussia tacked on with a
howl of laughter.
"Yes, quite." The Austrian said through gritted teeth while keeping his proper
demeanor. "However he learned to behave himself and wouldn't dare be as lippy
as either of you now. You wouldn't either after such rigorous reinforcement..."
Chapter End Notes
     'The Pea' started out as a private joke between some friends and I.
     Because Switzerland dresses in all green. It just stuck like 'Rono'
     (Romano) did. Or 'Meatball' for Sweden. 'Aristobrat' for Austria by
     Prussia. Lastly 'Teacup' from Alfred to Arthur.
     Do you have pet names for any of your fictional biases? If so, share
     them in the comments!
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