When life gives you lemons [Germany x Reader]

(Fucking finally) Chapter 2: Stockings.

It's been about a week since the incident with the water Carnage. Y/N was preparing dinner for Germany and Italy in the kitchen. since Italy had pestered you for 2 hours straight before you started making dinner, you were making spaghetti... Again... For the 3rd time... Today. You added the spaghetti to the boiling water and started on the sauce, looking through the cupboards you hear a meow. You look on the open kitchen window to see Romano's cat sat there mewing at you, you smiled and brought a small plate of tuna to him, tickling behind the cats ear you sigh with happiness. You start on the sauce adding the ingredients one by one while humming a joyful tune, the cat had finished but you were too caught up in cooking to realise, the cat meowed impatiently.
"Und second, I'm very busy Mr.Kitty,"
As you continued the cat jumped into the kitchen and started running a stray, nocking over pots and pans. He was causing a racket. You jumped and started chasing after the cat yelling and cursing at it. Which just seemed to motivate the cat to do it all the more, you stopped to take a breath. Panting and sweating in a messy kitchen the cat had knocked water and soap everywhere, pots, pans and the sauce you just made. You groaned with anger.

Then a scream of pain. The damn cat begin to scratch your legs, laddering your stockings. The screams echoed through the house, you were surprised nobody had come in to see what the racket was about. As you wailed trying to shoo the cat away Germany bursts through the door, looking freaking pissed off.

"VHAT ZE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!!!!"

You and the cat look at him, then at each other, then back at him. The cat scampers off leaving you and Germany in the mess that was the kitchen. Germany ran over to the window where the cat had made its entrance and its former escape.

"UND STAY AVAY, FILZY CREATURE!"

He shut the window with force and turned his head back to you, still red and an angry expression across his face. You tried to scramble up to stand again to be ready for the telling off you was about to get, in doing so you... Slipped on the bloody water and soap that the cat had knocked from the bucket on the table. You squeak as you fell into Germany. He breaks your fall for you grabbing you by the arms keeping you from sliding anymore. He glared at you, you put your head down in utter shame and embarrassment. Seems like you were a really accident prone maid, how useless of a maid. He sat you down on the kitchen table not saying a word as he dropped to his knee's.

"M-master Germany, vhat... Vhat are you doing...?"

You said with a stammer, red hot blush covered your face as he looked up at you. He reached out and took off the little black heels you wore. You looked at him with confusion but you couldn't help but burn a deep red at his actions. He smirked slightly and gave a little snort. He trailed his hand up your left leg feeling the material of your stocking. Well your laddered as hell stocking that was, one hand under your calf one hand under your foot... Your breathing was erratic. You couldn't believe what was happening, or more to the point why he wasn't telling you off. He started to slowly and agonisingly remove your stocking sliding his hand down your leg, you felt flustered and sweaty, you looked down at him. He was sweating and panting slightly... Was he... Getting off to this!? Oh my! Not in the kitchen surely!!

He repeated the same actions on the other leg, turning redder and becoming warmer with every move he made. Your little squeals and squeaks seemed to make it all the more enjoyable for him. But for you just to do this was pure bliss. He stood up and slammed his hands down on the kitchen table down by your sides making you gasp and flinch slightly by raising you hands to your face. He grabbed your small hand in his and stared at you intently, he brought your hand close to his mouth and kissed it gently. He kissed up your arm till he got to your shoulder. He stopped and held your chin with one hand and slid his other hand up your leg slowly. He gave a low chuckle and whispered.

"Undo my shirt... Frau..."

He licked his bottom lip as he stroked your inner thigh in small slow circles. You nodded, shaking from the excitement you unbuttoned his uniform shirt, leaving his toned torso on show with a white shirt hanging from it. He chuckled again, moving his hand from your Chin to your waste, squeezing and groping it.

"Von't you do me a favour Frau? Play vith my hair? I like it vhen it's messy."

Again his husky voice controlled you, you panted as he moved from your waist to your legs. He caresses your thighs under your dress, gaining a small Yelp every now and then. You run your hands through his smooth blonde hair, curling it and messing it up. As you did that he gave a throaty moan, he moved his warm ands up to your hips under your dress and pulled you closer to him. Your bodies now interlocked, yours apon the table and his stood, your legs brushed his hips. He growled as he lent down and softly nibbled into your neck, you squeal and moan his name softly. Germany kicks away the stockings that were drapped over his shoes into the hallway. He lays you on the table, sprawled out and ready to be taken right there right then. He rubbed his groin against yours. You moan loudly and wraith beneath him, he grabs your arms and pins them to the table grinning.

"AHHHH Mmm Germany!"

He licked your neck again, how lewd you thought. Spread before him crying his name on the kitchen table, drool pouring from the side of your mouth with desperation. He tells you to moan his name louder and you do... Each time more passionate. He puts his hands on your hips ready to slide of your soaked panties and take you right there. When...

"Germany? I found-a these in-a the hallway... Are these-"

Italy walked into a... Sight to see. The three of you turn a bright red. Then both you and Germany shout as if almost in sync.

"ITALLLYY"
"ITALLLYY"