France X Germany One Shot
***SMUT ALERT!!!!***
"Bonjour, Germany and Italy! I take it your brother invited you? Oh, what does it matter? The more, the merrier. Come in, come in," the buzzed Frenchman ushered the two countries inside where a raging party was taking place. The German's grip tightened around the smaller nation's wrist. Mein Gott, the blonde sighed. His brother had been staying at his friend's house - that friend being France. Germany tried his hardest to convince his brother it was time to come back home, but in the end made a compromise and said he'd show up to this party Prussia and his friends were throwing. And since Italy was staying over, the blonde's young lover had to tag along.
Suddenly, Italy's tiny hand slipped out of Germany's grip and he was darting away, his brunette hair fading into the crowd. Germany rubbed his temple, I should've just had him stay at home.
After spending a good hour or so searching through the crowd, Germany finally spotted Prussia's white hair. "Bruder!" he called out.
Prussia turned around, a light blush on his face, holding two mugs overflowing with beer, "West, you did make it! I thought you did, since I saw Italy in the kitchen, but I hadn't seen you yet. So, you enjoying mein party?"
"Ya, ya; I'm here and now I'm leaving. With you. Now," Germany spoke sternly.
"Oh come on, West, you just got here! And look, I got you a beer!" Prussia whined. The younger German tried to yank his brother away even harder, only for Prussia to force one of the two beers into Germany's free hand. "Just have one beer, come on! It'll be fun~!" Prussia coaxed.
"Fine, but after that you're going home with Italy and I."
"Ya, ya! Kesesese" Prussia laughed.
Germany took a gulp of the beer. "This isn't half bad," he sounded surprised, "It's really good."
"I'm German!" Prussia exclaimed. "Of course I know what good beer tastes like! Why do you think Francy-pants had the Awesome Prussia get the booze? He would've gotten nothing but wine - though wine's good, too - but I thought to get beer. Yep, it's beer, and it's great! Makes you want to keep drinking, ja? Here, have another!" Prussia waved Canada over, requesting another round of drinks.
We really need to leave, and I said only one drink. But, then again, I'm the driver. Wouldn't want to get pulled over for a DUI. And this is really good beer, Germany contemplated. He finally agreed, accepting Prussia's offer.
Before he had realized, Germany had downed possibly six - no seven - beers. He lost count! The room began to spin, and Prussia had to help keep Germany propped up. "All those years of raising you and drinking payed off! Germany's out before mein awesome self! Kesesese!" Prussia babbled.
France made his way to the German brothers that were seated on the couch. "Germany," he spoke, leaning over the back of the couch, "we sent Italy home with Austria, I hope you don't mind. That tomato lover was drinking all of moi's wine, and he had thrown up - thankfully he made it to the toilet first - so Austria and Hungary offered to take him for you -!"
Germany planted a kiss on the Frenchman's lips, silencing him completely. "Sacrebleu! Ger -!"
The bulkier blonde took advantage of France's pleas and deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into France's cavern. Prussia gaped at the two of them, then smirked, pulling his buddy France over the couch and practically on top of his younger brother. "West, tap that! Whoo!" Prussia cheered.
Germany pulled France closer, the smaller blonde putting up no resistance as the German's strong hands groped France's ass, feeling for his entrance. France let out a gasp when Germany's large, probing fingers found it. Pushing his fingers in, France moaned as he felt the fabric of his briefs enter him. Unconsciously, he rocked back, earning him a smirk from the German. They pulled away for a moment to catch their breath, and the Frenchman could smell the distinct scent of beer on the German's breath. But France didn't care; he himself was a little tipsy - and not to mention, horny - and he was going to make Germany take responsibility. France leaned into Germany's ear and breathed, "Let's take this to the bedroom."
