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Germany x Austria(fluff,Smut)

In the heart of Vienna, as the sun set behind the hills, casting a warm glow over the city, Germany and Austria found themselves sharing a romantic stroll along the Danube. Their laughter echoed through the air, the sounds of their delight mingling with the gentle lapping of the river.

Austria's hand found Germany's, their fingers entwining as they walked, their hearts beating in perfect harmony. The city around them faded away, leaving only the two nations, lost in the bliss of each other's company.

Germany led Austria to a quaint little café nestled along the riverbank. The scent of freshly baked pastries wafted through the open windows, beckoning them inside. As they took their seats, the waiter brought them two cups of hot chocolate, the steam rising from the mugs, a symbol of the warmth that the two nations shared.

They sipped their drinks in silence, their eyes locked, a connection that transcended borders. The waiter returned, placing a plate of Sacher-Torte before them. With a nod from Germany, Austria took a bite, their eyes widening in delight.

The night wore on, the two nations lost in each other's company. As they finished their dessert, Germany paid the bill, slipping the waiter a generous tip before leading Austria out into the night.

The streets were now mostly empty, the city asleep, save for the two lovers. They wandered through the quiet streets, their steps in sync as they took in the sights and sounds of Vienna. Austria's head leaned against Germany's shoulder, their bodies drawn together, the comfort of their union a balm to the world's chaos.

As they approached the Stadtpark, Germany stopped, pulling Austria into a tender embrace. Their lips met in a slow, passionate kiss, their tongues dancing in a silent symphony. The moon shone down upon them, bathing them in its silvery light.

Austria's hand found Germany's, their fingers lacing together as they walked once more. They sat down on a park bench, their feet dangling above the water, the reflection of the moon casting a shimmering path over the pond's surface.

Germany and Austria gazed up at the stars, the silence between them comfortable and peaceful. The two nations shared a laugh, their shoulders brushing against each other. Germany's arm wrapped around Austria, a gentle and caring gesture, their bodies leaning into one another, their love a beacon in the night.

As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, Germany and Austria stood, their time together coming to an end. They shared a heartfelt kiss, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, a bond that transcended borders and history.

Austria pulled away, tears glistening in their eyes, their heart heavy with the knowledge that they would soon part ways. Germany brushed away the tears, their eyes filled with love and understanding.

"Until next time, my love," Germany whispered, their voice filled with warmth and promise. Austria nodded, a smile playing on their lips as they parted ways, leaving behind them a trail of affection and the memory of a night spent in each other's company.

The tale of Germany and Austria, once distant acquaintances, now bound by the warmth of their love, would continue to unfold in the quiet moments they shared, their fluffy interactions a testament to the power of human connection, even in the face of the most formidable adversity.

In the aftermath, the world would continue to turn, but between the lines of history, a different story would play out, a tale of two nations, bound by the deepest of love, their fluffy moments a symbol of the affection that had blossomed between them.

The world may have looked upon their encounters and seen only allies, but between the lines of history, a different story would play out, a tale of two nations, bound by the most intimate of connections, their secret union a testament to the power of human desire, even in the face of the most formidable adversity.

In the shadows of their encounter, Germany and Austria found solace in each other's arms, their hearts beating as one, a secret history unfolding beneath the surface of the world's gaze. And so, the tale of Germany and Austria, a story of passion and defiance, remains unwritten, its pages reserved for the whispers of the night and the secrets of their hearts.

Together, they lay in the afterglow, their hearts beating as one, their flags, once held aloft in defiance, now woven together in the tapestry of their shared affection. 

IM SORRY THE STORIES ARE REPEATING IN SOME KIND AND THAT ITS SO SHORT BUT ): ITS KINDA HARD HAVING IDEASSSSSSSSSSS