Your IP address will be recorded. Recommend this entry Has been recommended Send news. Log in No account? Create an account. Remember me. Facebook VKontakte Google. Previous Share Flag Next. Italy; GerIta Summary: Nations have to consummate pacts, like relationships or marriages. Italy sets out to do just this, and makes an even greater discovery. Notes: Kink meme de-anon! Germany was sitting in his make-shift quartered desk in a burlap tent with the promise of death and bombs and turmoil ringing in his ears, his ankles crossing and uncrossing fervently, his boots smacking together with the sound of wet leather.
His fingertips dug into his palm, so deep he could draw blood if he tried, his forehead wrinkled and his lower lip firmly wedged between his upper teeth. Germany raised his eyes, expecting to see Klaus or one of his other aides—but instead he saw Italy. He was standing perfectly still, breathing slowly, his hands clasped behind his back. His jacket seemed to be mis-buttoned and his tie was loose; his hair was windswept and his curl was lacking in height. Something was off. Italy glanced upwards at Germany, but then quickly looked down again, gulping loudly, letting out more of those tense breaths.
The air shifted in the room, and Germany was enveloped in a cloud of tension. There had been something Italy took another step. His eyes were fiercely trained on Germany, dark chocolate brown around the edge of his iris and then gold in the center, his eyebrows arched in a curious expression.
Germany placed his hands on the desk. He then broke the stringent gaze he had on Germany and looked down at the papers between them, shifting his shoulders. Germany nodded, still staring at Italy. Italy fingered one of the papers and turned it over, squinting at the text. His breath was coming to him in strange, short gasps— what was wrong with him? It was only recently that this tension had developed between them, and Italy had gone from constantly touching and hugging and brushing against him to not touching whatsoever, and Germany found he missed the touches more than he missed his personal space.
He passed over to the next page. Outside, the wind had picked up into the night. Germany parted his lips, as if to say something, but found his voice had vanished. Italy gave him a small, sly smile was that a smirk? At first they were still, Germany closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth spreading through to his toes, but then Italy snaked a hand through his hair, parted his lips, and practically growled as he climbed onto the desk, pushing the papers aside, practically crushing Germany into him.
Italy pulled apart from him, breathing heavily, staring at Germany with lidded eyes, using his feet to pull Germany closer to him. He stood up fully so he towered over Italy, pulling Italy closer to him with his hands on the small of his back. I was trying to avoid it but He had always enjoyed kissing and felt he had a certain talent in that area of passion.
It was everything else he was terrible at, and tried to avoid at all costs. His heart thrummed in his chest, pounding against his ribcage, so hard he knew Italy could feel it. Germany just breathed in and out through his nose, wanting to push Italy away and wanting him to never leave. Italy gave his neck an affectionate stroke. Germany opened his mouth, made no sound, and then closed it again. His lips and cheeks were rosy.
Italy noticed, a nice flush against his pale complexion. Germany did the same, his hands settled loosely on his waist. Germany wanted to let go. He wanted to pull himself from Italy and go as far away as possible. He wanted to sit down and berate himself; when had this relationship breached alliance status?
When had he fallen in love with random touches and cheerful smiles and random, inexplicable actions? The German nation let out a breath that sounded like a weary sigh. As soon as the words left his mouth he nearly bit his tongue, when had he developed the courage to say such things? The next kiss was soft and sweet. Every movement after that was bizarrely gentle and sensual, as if they were on a bed with soft clean linens and goose feathers, wrapped in silk and cotton and wine and flowers. There was certainly no war, no fronts, no trenches, no mud-covered boots and blood-spattered shells surrounding them.
Soon, all they were left with was breath. Germany straddling Italy, on the desk, only wearing their boots, forehead-to-forehead, Italy giggling and Germany smiling, taking terse breaths through his nose. Tags: germany , kink meme , n. Post a new comment Error.
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