Countryhuman stories please don't read (Most of these are unfinished)

A Late Night Visit

Soviet Union x America
(I'm super sorry if the German and Russian are wrong, I used Google translate 💀)

"Howdy there, Germany," America said in a hushed tone since it was late at night. "Ah, schön dich zu sehen, Amerika (Ah, good to see you, America)" Germany said, looking above his clipboard at the tired yet, cherpy American.

"Hier, um Herrn UdSSR zu sehen, nehme ich an?~(Here to see Mr. USSR, I presume?~)" The German said with a slight smirk, cocking his sharp eyebrow accusingly. America blushed but nodded, looking away from Germany. "Ich werde dich zu ihm bringen, folge mir (I will take you to him, follow me)" he said before hastily turning on his heel and walking the other way, America quickly trailed behind him.

The American followed the doctor through the maze of white walls, and floors, and ceilings, and doors; everything looked the same. He really hates the hospital. Soviet had just gotten out of another surgery, it was something about his eye or whatever and they moved him to yet another room. They passed a few other doctors who gave America a slight smirk before being passed. They knew why America was here and who he was here to see. America and Soviet's relationship wasn't very hidden, especially the day after Soviet's first surgery.

His anesthesia hit him pretty hard so he acted quite out of place. Saying things he probably shouldn't have, like things that him and America would do in bed. But the only people who were in the room with him were a few nurses and a few doctors, Germany being one of them, who thought it was quite funny. The fact that he got so detailed was hilarious to the doctors, and the rule is that you don't talk about things a patient said while going through anesthesia- it could be private information- well, to anyone who wasn't staff. So word of what the Soviet man said flew through the hospital pretty quickly. Now, every time America enters the hospital, he's given the 'Oooo, someone's getting lucky tonight~' or 'Go get that ass~' look. He hated it, it was utterly embarrassing.

Germany walked to an elevator and pressed the call button. The elevator came quickly and a few nurses walked out, they also gave America an assuming face before walking past. America looked down and bit his lip, blushing heavily -damn Soviet and his big mouth. That was the only downside to the man who brought him so much pleasure. The two men walked into the shaft and the German pressed the button labeled '4'.

On their way up, Germany took notice in America's flusteredness, moving to ask "Was ist los, Herr USA? (What's wrong, Mr. USA?)" oh, but Germany knew what was wrong. America just quietly mumbled "Soviet and his big ass mouth..." Germany gently laughed. Soon the doors opened and they walked out, turning down yet another hallway.

America looked over at Germany who was looking at his clipboard. A few papers were folded to the back and the one the doctor was looking at had Soviet's name. Whole name to be precise, which took one whole line to write, and a bunch of writing in German littered the bottom half of the page. America didn't really take the time to read Germany's nice handwriting in his own language. But, did take notice in Soviet's name and the personal information written at the top.

-- Full name of patient: Union of Soviet Socilaist Republics (Mr. USSR or Soviet Union)
Room #: 440 on floor 4
Name of patient's doctor: Dr. Dutchland (I love how well that works)
Age: 69
Height: 234cm (7' 7ft)
Weight: 254lbs
Gender: Male
Any prior injuries: Quite a few battle scars; left by, presumably, firearm(s) and some type of serrated blade(s)
Notes: Has 15 children; all males (Oh, poor Soviet), is unmarried but has a boyfriend that visits him frequently (United States of America), is a heavy drinker and can get agitated quickly
Phone numbers of trusted peoples of patient: America(Boyfriend)-(***)***-****, Russia(Eldest son)-(***)***-****, Kazakhstan(Second eldest son)-(***)***-****, Ukraine(Third eldest son)-(***)***-****, ect. --

It continued to list all the other 12 children and their numbers. 'Germany's handwriting is quite nice', America thought as he quickly glanced up at his face. Germany was looking forward to the hallway, but would look down at the paper to scan over things he's already read a million times before.

Then they stopped. Room# 440, just like it said on the paper. Germany quickly turned and looked at America. "Ok, also sollte er bald draußen sein, also noch ein paar Tage hier, dann sollte er bereit sein zu gehen(Ok, so he should be out soon, a few more days in here then he should be set to leave)" Germany smiled and looked up from the clipboard. "Ight, that's great!" America smiled back and looked at the door. "Aber! Ich möchte etwas erwähnen-(But! I would like to mention something-)" the doctor quickly added. America looked back at him "-Ich würde... Liebesspiel verzichten...(-I would... do without lovemaking...)" Germany finished with a sheepish smile. America's face exploded with a wave of red and he quickly looked down. "Um, yes-yes doctor" he mumbled. Germany smiled and playfully patted America's back then gently knocked on the door. The doctor waited a few seconds before opening the heavy, white door.

Soviet watched as the door opened slowly, hoping it was anybody other than a doctor or nurse. But no, in walked his doctor. He quietly groaned and looked away. "Guten abend HerSSR(Good evening, Mr. USSR)" the German said softly. Soviet just looked back at him and smiled, nodding his head. "Es ist jemand hier, um ... dich zu sehen(Someone is here to... see you)" Germany remarked. The Soviet man quickly perked up, smiling a bit. America peered around the door, meeting Soviet's eyes. America skipped over to Soviet and intertwined his snow white fingers, black painted nails with the bigger man's deep scarlet ones. "Ich werde euch beide jetzt in Ruhe lassen- oh, und Amerika, erinnert euch(I'll leave you two alone now- oh, and America remember)" Germany cocked his eyebrow at him and smirked. America let out a breathy laugh and said "Yes, doctor, I know". Germany fully smiled and left the room, gently shutting the door behind him.

America quickly looked back at Soviet, before being pulled down roughly. Their lips connected in a harsh manner and USSR quickly moved his hand to the back of the American's head to push him down more into their kiss. After a little longer of kissing they pulled their tongues away from the others. Soviet gave America a lustful look before groaning and saying with his heavy accent "Ох, Америка~ Пожалуйста, подпрыгни на моем члене~(Ohh Amerika~ please bounce on my cock~)". America just quietly laughed and shook his head. Soviet gave him an 'Are you fucking serious?' face before whining "Но я хочу чувствовать тебя вокруг моего члена- я хочу чувствовать, как твои тугие стены сжимают и трогают меня. И ты выкрикиваешь мое имя своим великолепным голосом~(But I want to feel you around my cock- I want to feel your tight walls squeezing and rubbing me. And you howling and whimpering out my name with your gorgeous voice~)". He thrusted his hips up and bit his lip. "I'm sorry baby but I can't, the doc said no"

Guess what?

UNFINISHED, surprise bitch