aphanon_meme | part 359 survival horror tropes

[YES IT IS and yes he does, under the right circumstances, but that's not the point right now!]

[Flusters at that. Germany's usually quite blunt himself, but not when it comes to anything related to romance or sex]

S-Shut up! [Pulls at one of Australia's hair antennae for emphasis]

Something in the food, or this place, must be doing this! It's the only explanation that makes sense!

[You Germanics are a kinky lot, HE KNEW IT. His response to Germany flustering is to feel a little smug and weirdly, hot under the collar.]

What, are ya embarr-

[Stops mid-sentence when Germany grabs his hair, letting a noise that sounds suspiciously like "eep" before kicking at Germany as hard as he can to get him to let go. Of course, that's had its usual impact, increased by all the aphrodisiacs he's not even aware he's been inhaling, and his reaction to his surprisingly growing erection is to KICK AT GERMANY EVEN MORE.]

[Did Germany say something? He didn't notice among the kicking.]

Shit!

[If the first kick weren't enough to make him let go of Australia's hair, the subsequent kicks certainly are]

[He takes a step back, dodging the blows where he can. Australia still manages to land a kick on his legs, almost knocking him off his feet again. Another kick hits him hard in the stomach, making him nauseous for a second. That's going to bruise]

Damn it, Australia, knock it off!

[When the kicks keep coming, Germany's had enough. He spreads his own legs a little, adopting a secure, stable stance. Then he throws his arm back and swings his fist at Australia, aiming a right hook at his face]

[His attention's weirdly shot, which he can't explain beyond the fact he's still really turned on despite getting into a fight with Germany, but it's not enough to make him jump away when the kick finally hits Germany in the stomach. If he'd been asked who he'd end up actually fighting with in this thing, he probably wouldn't have guessed Germany, and certainly not when Germany is super freaking hard for some reason.]

The hell, you're the one who's assaulting people!

[He's not expecting Germany to go for his beautiful, beautiful face with a right hook like that -- he's more expecting a headbutt or maybe a blow job wait no not a blow job what the hell brain -- and so that punch cracks him right on the cheek. The blow makes him stagger back and he spits out some blood before launching himself at Germany in a move to try to pin Germany down. That's probably not the smartest idea with both of their...conditions but he's pissed off now, and he's been spoiling for a fight for the past two weeks under his optimism.]

[Germany has no idea what Australia's planning to do, and he has no idea what his weapon is either, so he doesn't want to let Australia get the upper hand. As soon as his punch connects and Australia staggers back, he follows, swinging his leg to sweep Australia's legs out from under him]

[But Australia's faster, throwing himself at him and knocking him down to the ground. He grunts in pain when he lands hard on his back. Australia's added weight only makes it worse, leaving him winded for a couple of seconds. But he doesn't let that stop him, fisting the collar of Australia's shirt with both his hands, he yanks him to the side with all his strength and moves to follow that momentum so he'll end up on top, if all goes well. Unfortunately he was pretty winded just a second ago]

I grabbed your hair! You're the one who started attacking me out of nowhere!

[Germany's not the only one who doesn't know what he's planning, because neither does he after he pins Germany done. Sex? Maybe sex. Why sex? Because...he's not sure. He's horny and angry and it's a weird combination.]

[When he manages to tackle Germany before he kicks his legs away he lets out a cry of victory as he falls on top of Germany. It feels satisfying in more ways than one, and he considers just rubbing himself against Germany when he starts fighting again. That's rather annoying, especially when he's not expecting it, and Germany manages to pin him down under him, smacking his head against the ground in the process. Ow.]

I didn't let ya grab it, ya bastard! Just 'cause ya cracked a fat doesn't mean ya can go manshandling me! You and ya BLOODY DICK!!!

[Sounds that last part in a deafeningly loud volume in Germany's ear. ~~This is really not how you romance a guy hopped up on aphrodisiacs~~.]

[He's unsure what it is exactly that he felt when Australia landed on top of him, but he can make an educated guess. And with what he says next, Germany is able to fit together all the pieces. He didn't let him grab his hair, manhandling, that explosive reaction. Add to that what Italy told him about his haircurl, and Germany's fairly sure what he just did]

[The realization makes him blanch. His eyes widen as he stares bewildered at Australia's face]

I... I'm s-

[Germany flinches back. It feels like both his ears are ringing from that yell. He lets go of Australia's shirt with one hand, pressing it against his ear instead to stop the annoying ringing. The grip of his other hand has relaxed now that he's distracted, his fingers only weakly curling in the material of Australia's shirt]

[Yeah, he felt Germany's "educated guess" too ~~which is not bad-fic worthy, Germany, shame on you~~. If he realised Germany already knew what those hairs can do on Italy, he'd be even more annoyed but for now he's content with making Germany look sorry and deafening him.]

What?

[His own ears feel might they might be ringing from that, or at least something's gone a little weird with his hearing, so he wants to make sure he heard that right. This time as Germany loosens his grip he doesn't try to move away, letting Germany pin him down. Now that he's not so mad it feels pretty damn good, really.]

Ya'll have to take responsibility for this, ya know.

[It's partly a joke but if Germany wants to take it seriously...which he does want him to do, since he's hard and on top of him and all. Ignoring his growing headache from that fall to the ground, he's more than up for some fun.]

[Growls. Before he focuses on what Australia said, Germany wants to set one thing straight, first]

I WAS ABOUT TO APOLOGIZE!

[He shakes his head, replays what Australia said in his mind, then gapes as he realizes what he meant. His cock twitches at the idea and Germany takes in a deep breath. He can't believe he's actually considering this]

[But Australia's ruggedly attractive, as they discussed earlier. And despite his constant teasing, he's grown fond of him. Even though their personalities differ a lot, he can have fun with Australia. But more importantly than that - Australia doesn't insist he has to change who he is. It's probably because it makes it easier for Australia to tease him, but whatever the reason, he gets the feeling Australia accepts him as he is, faults and all]

[The time he'd spent in the field made him feel a little warm and hazy, pleasant sensations tingling up his spine occasionally. But all in all it didn't affect him too much. Now, though, he suddenly feels unbearably hot, his cheeks burning. All he can think about it is grinding his erection against Australia's]

[Despite that, he doesn't move his hips an inch. Lowering his hand, he grabs Australia's shirt with both his hands again. He tightens his grip, lifting Australia's upper body an inch or so from the ground, trying to appear in control. Of himself, the situation, and maybe even a little of Australia]

Is that so?

[In contrast to how he sounded a moment ago, his voice is shaky and very soft. So much for trying to appear in control]

Be more specific. What, exactly, do you want me to do?

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[Winces at Germany's yelling, calm down he's right here! Him and Queensland aren't going anywhere. He's enjoying being pinned down by Germany and that nice solid body of his to try to get away.]

Alright, alright, keep ya knickers on...for now.

[Germany's not kicking off at him immediately though, which is an interesting sign, and when he takes a deep breath he props himself up on his elbows to watch Germany. He's trying to assess what Germany's thinking about, but what he actually discovers is that Germany has a very handsome face, which he was already aware of. It's nice to discover it again though and he doesn't so much stare at Germany but gaze, taking in the blush on his cheeks and the thoughtful look on his face.]

[Maybe Germany hasn't figured it out, but he wouldn't tease him as much as he does if he didn't like Germany, and despite thinking that Germany could really do with relaxing more often he wouldn't want Germany to actually change. He tends to accept people as they are -- probably the result of a childhood of trying to be forcibly made to into what others, most of all his guardian, thought he should be -- and Germany might be uptight and awkward and shouty but he's started to realise that's how Germany shows he cares.]

[It shouldn't but Germany pulling him up from the ground puts a grin on his face, half troublemaking and half flirting, as he looks up directly into Germany's eyes. It might not be perfect control but it's convincing enough for him to want to challenge and he leans up to get closer to Germany's face.]

Nah, yeah. I know ya, very responsible nation. Take care of me?

[His voice's flirtatious, and when Germany asks him what he wants to do his grin gets downright dirty. With all his hormones lunging around so hard and his cock pressed up against Germany, he can't read that as anything but an attempt at dirty talk. He'll bite.]

How 'bout ya try kissin' me first, then let me see how much attention that cock of yours really needs.

[Germany blinks at that flirting grin and the way Australia's lookig directly into his eyes. It makes him feel weird, and he's not sure how to describe it. Rather than hot, it warms him all over. He feels relaxed enough to start smiling. A very small smile, but a genuine smile nonetheless]

[It wasn't actually an attempt to talk dirty, Germany really wanted more specific directions. But Australia's words are very helpful]

[When he suggests kissing him, Germany immediately leans in, but he stops himself a fraction of a second later and straightens up a little. Even if he's had some practice and read all the manuals he could get his hands on, he's not that great at kissing. It's not performance anxiety that keeps him from starting, though. It's the overachiever in him. He's always had a perfectionist streak, and that doesn't stop when it comes to sex]

Ah...

[Eager to make this feel good for the both of them, he unfurls one of his hands and plants it on the ground next to Australia's head to stabilize himself. With the other, he yanks Australia a little higher, proving that all his muscles aren't just for show. He angles his head and lowers himself, pressing a careful kiss just above the collar around Australia's neck. His whole face flushes from embarrassment at what he's doing, but he doesn't let that distract him]

[As he slowly works his way up, he moves one of his legs between Australia's, pushing his thigh up against Queensland. When he finally reaches Australia's face, he peeks at his eyes to see how he's doing. He swallows, trying to calm his nerves a little, then finally kisses Australia's mouth]

H-How was that?

[Giving actual directions instead of suggestions would feel weird to him, even as turned on as he is, but he's a man of instinct mostly and he's certainly no perfectionist. Just suck it and see, that's his way of doing it. Especially with dicks. Germany pulling away is disappointing, because he was expecting a kiss then, but it's clear Germany is thinking and he nods in a way that's hopefully encouraging and not going "just kiss me already".]

[His eyes dart over to look at Germany's hand as he puts it down before flicking back to him, his heart racing with anticipation because this time when Germany yanks him up it's not as a threat. It's an impressive use of muscles, a bit rough but he likes that, and he puts his own muscles to use to sling an arm over Germany's back, holding onto him as lets Germany kiss his neck, managing to even ignore the collar there from the way his skin tingles at it.]

[As Germany keeps kissing his way up he tries to encourage him, holding onto his shirt tighter and letting out some soft gasps that say just how much he likes that. Germany pressing his thigh -- it is huge and pure muscle, dear god, Germany could kill a man with them and that is really goddamn hot -- against his cock makes him push back against him, with zero shame as he starts to almost dry hump Germany's leg. When Germany finally reaches his mouth his expression's like a very pleased cat and he meets Germany when he kisses him. The kiss is uncertain but it's not bad and as long as Germany keeps touching him he's certainly not complaining.]

Surprised ya need to ask.

[His voice's breathless and teasing but the roll of his hips says "good" as much as the whisper in Germany's ear. Practical demonstrations are much more effective anyway.]

[Germany huffs out a laugh at that. Even to him, the answer to that question is obvious, and he should've realised sooner]

You said it yourself. I'm a- Ah, fuck...

[Rather than finish the sentence, Germany trails off into a moan when Australia rolls his hips and whispers in his ear. He drops his head until his forehead rests on Australia's shoulder, gathering himself for a bit. His arms and legs tremble with restraint. He wants nothing more than to spread Australia's legs and bear down on him, grinding and fucking him into the ground. Every inch of his body screams at him to selfishly rut away, but he keeps himself in check. Being inexperienced is one thing. He won't be inconsiderate, too]

...A responsible nation.

[His voice is low and breathy as he says it, but he's fortunate to have a clear voice, and he doesn't doubt Australia heard him]

[After his pulse slows down some, he raises his head to look at Australia's face. The second his eyes linger on his lips, his imagination bombards him with very pleasant images of Australia's mouth around the base of his cock. Somehow still managing to grin at him. He has to swallow several times before he can get his thoughts under control again]

[When he does, he positions his legs until they can support his entire weight, then reaches the hand that's not holding onto Australia's shirt between them. Curling his fingers around Australia's thigh, he yanks his hips flush against his body before moving his hand higher. As he leans in to press another kiss to Australia's neck, he drags his hand down over his crotch, palming his cock. For now, he keeps the touch light, trying to be teasing, too]

A-And since you asked, I will take care of this for you.

[If he was feeling less like he's about to burn up from how turned on he is, he'd probably make a crack about Germany not being a fuck there. Instead he just keeps rolls against his thigh, because even if Germany is content to hold himself back and not rush this -- rutting wouldn't be selfish, it's not like they have lube -- he's dying for more and while he's trying his best to make sure Germany is comfortable, he's not a man of unlimited patience. Or much at all, actually. Thanks to that clear voice of Germany's he doesn't miss what he said.]

See? I'm always right, ain't I?

[It sounds more like flirting than boasting, for once, because he's also said that he'd like to have a root with Germany and he wants him to keep going with that. As Germany starts thinking again -- bloody dangerous habit, that -- he presses himself up closer against Germany's chest as a distraction technique. All it does is just emphasis how hard his cock is and how much he wants Germany to actually touch it, though, so it's a failure on that count.]

[Germany grabbing his hips like that causes a moan from him that sounds like something straight out of a porno, apart from it's genuine. He leans his neck back to give Germany more room, or as much as he can with that damn collar getting in the way, a flushed grin on his face as he rolls against Germany's hand with a moan from the friction. Even if Germany's taking his time to tease, he's not when it comes to getting Germany to touch him. His free hand makes its way down to Germany's crotch, giving it a squeeze to test Germany's reaction before starting to work at the zip. He wasn't kidding about being bad at being patient.]

Yeah? Maybe ya should take care of your clothes while you're at it too.

[His eyes are dark and he pauses in his fumbling to give Germany's cock another squeeze just to suggest what's in it for him. Like those images in Germany's mind of his mouth around his cock, for a start.]

[Maybe it's the aphrodisiacs, but just feeling Australia move against him makes him feel heady from gratification. He pushes right back, his thigh a block of solid muscle against his cock. At that question, Germany shakes his head once, then continues kissing Australia's neck. Confidence slowly growing, he risks trying a little more than just kissing, dragging his teeth over the side of his neck]

Not at all.

[A small shiver runs down his back when Australia tries to distract him, feeling just how hard Australia's cock is. The moan, the grin, everything Australia does only turns him on even more. His breathing slowly grows heavier, and he has to occasionally stop kissing to pant against Australia's skin]

[When Australia starts squeezing his cock he goes absolutely rigid, doing his best to stay composed, to keep from simply grinding against Australia's hand and letting that friction build and build. Embarrassing himself by losing control like that is the last thing he wants right now. It takes every bit of willpower he has to remove his hand from Australia's cock and blindly grope for his wrist instead]

D-Damn it, Australia, I'm trying to be attentive here...!

[His voice is shaky as he says it, showing that he is close to giving in to his urges. Especially if Australia keeps fondling him like that]

[It might be the aphrodisiac or it might be that he's just that good, his pick. Germany pushing up distracts him from any whining that'd normally follow and he moans instead. The teeth against his skin feels almost too much with the way he's burning up, trying not to squirm too much from it.]

[Instead of giving Germany an answer he moves a little more urgently under him, watching Germany as he does. This is the most unguarded he's seen Germany and he wants to take it in, and seeing Germany so flushed and turned on makes his cock twitch. His hand squeezes Germany's back as he pants, a mixture of encouragement and impatience to continue.]

[Germany going all rigid is not what he meant though, since the only part he wants rigid has been before they even started and he whines with impatience as Germany removes his hand. He's horny now and he knows Germany is too, why is he dawdling now? With a determined flick of his wrist he tries to shake Germany's hand off his so he can go back to touching his cock already.]

Bein' attentive would mean ya quit holding out and just fuck me already!

[It sounds whiny and demanding and his face is flushed, his breath catching his throat as he tries to pull Germany down properly, lacing his leg behind his back and tugging.]

Don't want slow, don't want ya getting instructions out, just let me touch ya already.

[Giving in is exactly what he wants, and he's going to try as hard as he can to get him to.]

[If Germany were able to think clearly, he would realize it's definitely Australia's doing and not the aphrodisiac - if it were, he would've felt this turned on not long after entering the field. But at the moment, he doesn't even care that the place is loaded with aphrodisiacs. The field could be full of hordes of Eyes.gif and Germany wouldn't notice. He's too focused on Australia and how good he looks to think about anything else]

[Ruggedly handsome is right. If he hadn't just witnessed Australia's reaction to having his strand of hair pulled, he'd run his hand all through his hair, maybe even tug at it a little while he's kissing his neck. Every time he sneaks a glance at Australia's face, he's drawn to his dark eyes and he groans appreciatively at the look Australia's giving him. If he ever pulls that look on him in public or at a World Meeting, Germany's going to have a big problem]

[While Germany wants to argue that point, it comes out as a grunt when Australia shakes off his hand and continues touching him. Instead of arguing, he closes his eyes and rocks his hips against Australia's hand once, wanting more of that pressure against his cock]

[When Australia clings to him like that, all Germany can think about is how touching Australia's hard cock felt and how he wants more of it, more of Australia. He's so distracted from his earlier thoughts that he blanks for a second, completely forgetting what they were talking about seconds earlier]

That... I- A-All right.

[Never has he been this flustered, but he's too turned on to care. Repositioning himself between both of Australia's legs, he lets go of his shirt and grabs hold of his hips, his grip firm and secure. He guides Australia's hips a little so they'll match his thrusts, then swallows as he takes a look at Australia's face. With how flushed it is, Germany's tempted to reach out and brush his hand over his cheek]

Ah, ready?

[He probably wouldn't notice an army of eyes.gif and disapproving nations/potential murderers at this point. The aphrodisiac got them here this time but it's not just why he's doing it, because Germany is sexy as hell right now.]

[If Germany pulled his hairs now it would cause a different reaction -- it's a lot different when he's this aroused and ready for something rough -- but instead he keeps pulling Germany along, the expression on his face only getting stronger with each of Germany's moans. Nice. He can't guarantee he won't try it in a less suitable situation but hey, has Germany ever got a blow job in a meeting before, because he can totally do that.]

[It's good that even Germany's liable to stop complaining when someone's touching his dick, and as Germany thrusts against his hand he tries to encourage him to keep going. This stop-start is not good for someone like him with someone as fuckable as Germany and when Germany stops thinking about whatever he keeps stroking him, rubbing himself against his hip in desperation.]

C'mon, c'mon.

[Germany grabbing his hips stops his complaining and he lets out a noise of pleasure as Germany manhandles him, wanting it rough and ready right now. There's a roll of his hips to test their position, which from the way his cock rubs up against Germany is ideal apart from the fabric. Without a word he unzips himself, breath catching as he visibly struggles to remove his hand again, before unzipping Germany too quickly for him to protest. If they're going to mindlessly rut they can at least do it properly.]

Now I am.

[His voice sounds too thick to be smug and he rolls his hips again, moaning shamelessly as his cock rubs against Germany's. He's ready for Germany to be ad rough as he wants and the words escape him in a whisper, eyes dark and face flushed and wanting. ]

[Germany hasn't ever received a blowjob, so that would be a no. No matter how aroused he gets, he absolutely won't allow himself to get distracted from a meeting, though. If it were in another semipublic place, Germany might consider it. Especially if Australia's eyeing him like he is at the moment. But Australia would have to gag him before he'd let it happen. Because Germany would die from embarrassment if someone discovered him while he's getting a blowjob. And Germany knows how loud he can get, and that it would be a clear giveaway to anyone who happened to be nearby]

[Every squeeze and stroke Australia gives him is like the blow of a sledgehammer to his composure. At least, the composure he thought he had. What little of it was left gets destroyed when he feels Australia rolling against him and taking his cock in hand. Rather than starting in the slow, measured way he'd wanted to, Germany rushes into it as his thoughts are clouded by the pleasure he feels. His first move is a half-hearted buck against Australia, trying to get him to grab his cock again. But then he pulls back and starts grinding, hard and fast, using his hold on Australia to yank their hips flush together, his only thought about getting more of that friction]

[Once he gets a feel for the rhythm and he knows he won't falter, he lets go of Australia's hips. His hands snake up under Australia's back, pulling him against himself, just like he did with their hips earlier. He wants to feel Australia move against him, to feel every inch of him. It would be even better if their uniforms weren't in the way, but Germany doesn't have the will to stop and undress himself, let alone Australia. One hand grabs the nape of Australia's neck while the other combs through the back of his hair, scratching his scalp a little]

[As he can feel himself getting close, he starts rolling his hips even faster. He gives a light tug to a few strands of hair, trying to get Australia to tilt his head back as he presses more kisses to the side of his neck. His other hand lets go of Australia's nape and moves back to the front, sneaking between their bodies. He yanks Australia's shirt back, jerks the metal collar down, all to give himself as much skin to work with as possible]

[A world meeting is definitely the right place for a quick cheeky blowie though. Even for Germany. Gagging isn't really his sort of thing -- for someone who sleeps around like he does he's mostly very vanilla in his tastes -- but hey, if Germany likes it and it means they can fool around in semi-public, then he'd give it a try. Although a hand over Germany's mouth might be easier.]

[If he wasn't so desperate himself he'd feel smug now about how he's finally managed to break Germany's composure, but his pleasure at it is tinged with his own need to have Germany, touch him and feel his cock properly against him. The buck against him makes him draw his hand back to Germany's cock, holding it tightly against his own and groaning from the friction as Germany grinds against him. In another time Germany's weight on him would feel oppressive but now it only turns him on more, heated breaths escaping him as Germany pulls him in closer. Now that he has the hang of it he lets Germany take more control, although with that wrecked expression on Germany's face makes him roll back harder against Germany. It's going to be hard to sit in any meeting again and not think about the way Germany looks now or how mused he looks -- the thought makes him dig his fingers into Germany's hair, trying to mess it up, wreck him even more as he hisses from Germany scratching at his scalp.]

[The feel of Germany's hips rolling against his own makes him gasp, the tug drawing a hiss from him as he tilts his head back as Germany demands -- holy hell is that sexy -- and he drops a hand to try to get his own shirt off as Germany pulls at it. They should have got naked earlier, fuck he wants to see Germany naked and -- wait.]

[The bleeping noise as Germany pulls on his metal collar, draws his attention, a vague but insistent piece of reality breaking through the haze of his arousal and how close he is to just coming all over Germany. He looks down to consider it, and notices the red light that's just started to flash.]

[What]

[The]

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You fuckin' idiot!

[His last thoughts before his collar detonates are, unfortunately, much less sexy than his previous thoughts. Mostly that he's going to punch Germany in his stupid, handsome face when he comes back for ruining a perfectly good root by blowing him up.]

[There's a loud boom that probably won't disturb anyone else in this field, because they're all too busy shagging, but let this be a lesson to them and any eyes.gif watching them. Sex with Germany will kill you.]

~~[This might be why you're einsamkeit, Germany.]~~

[For a second, Germany keeps going. But when he finally realizes what the beeping means, he stops breathing. It feels like his heart is sinking into his stomach, heavy like a lead weight]

No...

[When he pulls back, his first reaction isn't to get away. Instead the hand curled around Australia's collar jerks on it again, frantically trying to rip it off before it can explode and kill Australia. A terrible plan that doesn't work, of course, but Germany's desperate]

Please, don't-

[He can't even finish that sentence before the red light flashes one last time and the collar detonates with a loud boom. The relatively small explosion takes chunks of his hand with it and the heat of it scorches his neck, leaving a dark red streak there]

[The pain doesn't register right away. He's still staring at Australia in shock at first]

[But when he snaps out of it and comes to his senses again, he realizes he can't waste time. Yanking his bag over to himself, he searches through it until he finds the pack of bandages. What remains of his right hand throbs painfully as he wraps it in record time. It doesn't look pretty, but it's the best he can do at the moment]

[He grinds his teeth together and works through the pain as he focuses on Australia. While he's in no condition to give him a proper burial, he does close his eyes and tucks Queensland back in his pants, before straightening out his clothes. At least he can make his corpse look respectable. Even though Germany doesn't understand his behavior most of the time, he's 90% certain Australia wouldn't want people stumbling upon his dead body while his cock's hanging out]

[After he sorts himself out, too, he grabs Australia's bag. While rummaging through it, he takes anything and everything of value - is that beer?! - and gets up, hurrying out of the fields and to a more secure and secluded place. With a wound like his, the last thing he needs are aphrodisiacs raising his heart rate. Even if he is pressing down hard on it with his other hand]

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