Hetalia Oneshots

Germany - Lipstick Stains

Continuation of the Germany oneshot "Winning Your Affection". Can be read as a standalone.

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Germany's P.O.V

My wife is the embodiment of a small island called Blair, which is just somewhere below Scotland. I initially didn't know much about her until she became the subject of discussion among the countries, since her land was fertile and had rich resources in ores.

The Axis and the Allies had put up a competition to try and find out who was better suited to win her over. Alliances and colonisation don't work like that usually, but both parties, especially Blair, didn't want bloodshed. So she spent a week with each of us. The Axis won the competition, but more specifically, it seemed that she liked me best among all of them.

I knew her to be a hardy woman, strict, unrelenting, and ready to risk her life. Those were her core values, and I respected her greatly for that. We ended up developing interest in each other, then falling in love, and then forming an alliance (also known as marriage).

Ever since the alliance was formed, I got to know her better than before and I found out one thing about her that was buried under her tough armour and the gravel and soil of war woes:

That she is the exact opposite of me.

"Luddy! Kiss! Kiss!" she pleaded, looking at me with her cute little face.

She's like a little chick waiting to be fed, always having her mouth open full of demands... Which I love to do for her, of course.

I was about to leave for the countries' meeting and here she was with another of her demands. She wanted it to be made a tradition to kiss before either of us left the house for work. I liked the idea.

"Yes, mein Schatz," I leaned in and kissed her on her lips, and she was full of giggles as she kissed back.

"Wait, one more," she put her arms around my shoulders and kissed my neck, making me feel tingly and warm.

She almost made me reconsider going to the meeting.

"Stop kissing me so much," I stroked her face, and then quite ironically kissed her again, "I might end up not going to that meeting because of you,"

"Okay, I'll stop... for now," she smirked, flirtatiously tugging my tie, "We can continue later,"

I chuckled and stood up straight. She, in a wifely manner, brushed my suit with her hands and then squished my face in her hands. I was enjoying all her touching.

"As much as I enjoy being with you, my dear, I'm going to be late," I reminded, and she quickly pulled her hands away.

"Yes, yes," she put her hands on her hips, "You get going now, pudding,"

"I'll see you later," I nodded and she smiled at me.

I paused for a moment to look at her and then pinched her cheek gently. Her cheeks were stretchy just like the mochi that Japan always gifted me each year.

"Very cute," I mumbled.

She heard it and grinned.

I soon left and as soon as the door was closed, I had to take a moment to compose myself because my heart was beating so fast the whole time and my cheeks had turned red. I had been her lover and her husband for some years now, but even after all those years, she still always riled up my heart.