[NSFW] Psychic Bros ( CountryHumans)

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They were twin brothers. At least, that was what everyone was insisting. West and East Germany, two brothers separated by the iron curtain, one counselled by the capitalist west and the other by the communist east, doomed to be kept apart by their conflicting ideologies. And while it was true that both of them sought for reunification, it was severely misunderstood. They were not twin brothers to be unified. They were both manifestations of the single country with the name Germany, seeking to unify a shattered physical self.

"So you two aren't twins," Russia asked, trying to wrap his head around such a concept. Their species were complicated and each FigureHead was a very subjective experience. 

"Nope."

"So, step brothers?"

"No, I told you we aren't brothers. We're the same person."

"But theres two of you."

"Exactly. Two bodies but one consciousness. I am Germany as much as 'West' is."

"So, like a hivemind then?"

"I suppose you can put it like that."

"But you have two Authorities, doesn't that conflict with your lifesource?"

"Our people are still German, therefore we are still the same country."

"So, like, you and West think of the same things at the same time? That sounds hardly right."

"Sometimes? We think of things along the same line but our thoughts are independent of each other especially if we are very far apart. We can share our memories and feelings when we're a lot closer. That's why we want to be reunified, so we can become one whole again."

"So not all the time. Then that means some of your beliefs clash with each other, right?"

"That's a matter of our accompanying Id-Entities. But that aside, I suppose we don't always agree with each other."

"Doesn't that distinguish both of you as different people?"

"Oh come now mein Russland, don't tell me you've never argued with your own thoughts."

"Fair point." Russia paused. "Do both of you feel the same pain? I mean, if West gets punched, will you feel it too?"

"If something elicits a strong enough reaction, yes. Pain is one of them. Sexual arousal is another, but I digress."

There was a mischievous look in Russia's eyes. "Oh? What does that mean?"

East laughed. "You know what it means."

"Not quite, I think I need help understanding it a bit more." Russia leaned closer to the other country, gazing into his eyes with half-lidded ones. East licked his lips.

"Well, for an example…"

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What the fuck? This was a breach of their internal agreement! Blasphemous! Betrayal! Unforgivable! Their terms were strict and up until today they followed it almost religiously. Some few hundred kilometers away, West bit down his tongue, trying to keep himself quiet in his meeting with America. 

The distance between their split consciousness was quite far but West could feel everything as if they were right beside each other. And, holy fuck, was Russia so good with his mouth. It was intensely frustrating, almost maddening that West was stuck in this meeting with his dick so hard and already leaking with precum. 

He tried to press himself closer to the table so that no one could see the wet stain growing in the bulge of his pants. He prayed that America would finally finish his long winded speech so he could get to somewhere private and properly deal with the matter at hand.

But that hardly seemed to be the case as West felt Russia start to increase his pace. Fuck. God damn East, he fully knew about this meeting. He wanted him to suffer through this. Russia's ghostly touch sent electrifying shivers up West's spine and in one quick and deliberate motion, he could vaguely feel the country, far, far away from him, take his full length. 

A shaky sigh escaped West and he immediately brought his hands to his mouth. He looked at America who continued to point at figures on a whiteboard, hardly noticing the unhinged state he was becoming.

West tried not to think about how unpleasant it felt. His dick was trapped in his tight pants but he could not deny the feeling of how East rocked his hips and how he felt Russia keep his gag reflex down. The paced increased and West's breath hitched as he felt himself edge closer and closer until—

West coughed, awkwardly so, trying to divert his moan into something less inappropriate. His work trousers were fucking ruined now, he was sure. With a growl, he took his suitcase and excused himself from the meeting, gingerly covering his front before scooting away and teleporting to his office in a huff.

He was going to get East back for this.