ANAXAGORAS

𝘐 𝘋𝘖．．．

𝘏𝘊𝘚 ( 𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘊 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘊 ）

𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍 ／ 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘛 ／ 𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙

𝘈𝘓𝘗𝘏𝘈𝘉𝘌𝘛𝘚 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘚

𝘊𝘙𝘖𝘚𝘚 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘗𝘚

𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘟 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕

𝘐 𝘋𝘖𝘕’𝘛 𝘋𝘖．．．

𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘌𝘚𝘛

𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘋 𝘟 𝘈𝘋𝘜𝘓𝘛 ( 𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 )

𝘕𝘖𝘕－𝘊𝘖𝘕

𝘍𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘚𝘏𝘌𝘚

𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘘𝘜𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘚．

[ 𝘐 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦．]

𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘰／𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦！

• 𝘉𝘚𝘋 [𝘉𝘜𝘕𝘎𝘖 𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘠 𝘋𝘖𝘎𝘚]

• 𝘑𝘜𝘑𝘜𝘛𝘚𝘜 𝘒𝘈𝘐𝘚𝘌𝘕

• 𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘕 𝘐𝘔𝘗𝘈𝘊𝘛

• 𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘏 𝘕𝘖𝘛𝘌

• 𝘏𝘚𝘙 [𝘏𝘖𝘕𝘒𝘈𝘐 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙 𝘙𝘈𝘐𝘓]

• 𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀

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𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖… 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒕 𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒔.

• You remember the days where you both would visit the park and play chess, after all, it was how you both first met. Lithuania was a great chess player, beating almost all the locals in the capital’s park. He was impressive and as wimpy as he looked, he was very intelligent; it’s something you still admire about him, apart from other things. You first played on a rather cloudy morning, and built your way up the ranks before finally landing Lithuania as your opponent. He was very friendly and polite, his attitude nearly scooping you up then and there. He allowed you to choose if you wanted to play black or white, and for you to go first. Once you did, the game had begun.

• It was relaxing and not as tedious as with other matches you had play. You both talked about many different things, you learned he had a best friend (who which you’d later learn his name: Poland,) who he’d play against but would always find it frustrating and chaotic due to his tendency to cheat during chess matches. Lithuania also asked a few questions to learn about you, in which you returned back, learning you had a few things in common.

• Despite him being vague about it all, you felt like you knew him for a month even though this was only the first day. You let out a few fleeting flirting words to get his attention and it definitely did. He was a flustered, stammering and trying to downplay your words as you complimented him. Even giving you some words of affection back, though they weren’t as confident. You both were hitting it off quite well. He was dreamy definitely, a little mysterious too since you got the vibe off of him, but very captivating to you nonetheless.

You told him that you’re a nation as well, and if he needed any help, you’ll try your best to swoop in and save him like a knight to a princess. “A-A princess...?" he stammered, letting out a breathless, flustered laugh as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "I... I really don't think I look the part." He trailed off, his smile then turning into something a lot more genuine.

"But... thank you," he uttered softly, moving his hair out his face. "It’s been a pretty long time since anyone offered to protect me like that. Just please promise me you'll be careful; even the strongest knights can get hurt." Something there made your heart flutter fast, leaving a nice, sweet sense in the atmosphere; one that made you never want to leave him.

• After a long while, and by time Lithuania finished talking, you checkmated him. While you definitely weren’t as good as you heard the man to be, it was still surprising that you won so quickly, easily. He, himself, was shocked, but managed to laugh it off, realizing that his chat with you distracted him quite a bit.

• “Good game! you did great.” He commented, his hair coming off of the low ponytail it was in; you assumed that it was for him to focus better. My dear… it slipped off his tongue perfectly, you wanted to hear more of his words like that. Before you could ask for his number or which days he comes by to play chess, he had already gone up and left in a hurry; waving a simple goodbye to you before leaving. You cursed at yourself for letting such a handsome and interesting man slip between your fingertips; therefore all you could do now was just hope he comes by the next day.

• Second day comes around, you see him again once more. Another game commences and you learned more and more about him: that he used to be a strong fighter in past wars, participated martial arts, and liked literature a lot.

• Third day, you learned that he has a liking to a girl named Belarus—who you then realized was Russia’s little sister.

• 2nd week, you learned that Lithuania loved to complete chores. He told you that if you needed any errands to run in your home, he’d be happy to assist or even complete them for you. You compared him to a house-husband and agreed it’ll definitely feel like having one if he did help, to which he couldn’t help but stop what he was doing and put his face in his hands, trying to cool down his cheeks.

• You learned a lot of things about him over a span of a month, all of which you stored in memory for later conversations. However, one thing you didn’t learn was what his number was and where he usually goes other than the park to play chess. Perhaps the next day, you can ask him… you guarantee he’ll be there!

• So, after running a couple of errands and dropping them off at your house, you headed straight for the park to try and catch him again, even if it’ll be the last time, you need to get his number. Your eyes scanned the entire vicinity trying to look for him again, but nothing. You tried to eye every brown haired shoulder lengthen person, but not a single one matched his description; He wasn’t here. You tried to come up with a personal excuse to soothe you, presuming that it was a Monday, therefore everyone was running errands for the week; grocery shopping? Maybe visiting that best friend of his, or—and you’d rather hope not—confessing to that girl Belarus. Hopefully you didn’t annoy him or anything, it didn’t seem like you did, maybe you didn’t?

Therefore you left. Maybe trying again tomorrow would be best.

• Day after day, weeks after weeks, months then to years, you visited the park hoping you’d catch him once more. You were a nation, so you had all the time in the world to try and find him there even with the underlying feeling he could be dead—no! You couldn’t possibly think like that, it’ll break your heart even more. After all he is a fighter, he could handle himself. But as you ask the locals what ever happened to the man, they didn’t know. Upon checking the newspaper stands nearby, your eyes widened upon reading the headline:

“ANOTHER LIGHT GOES OUT IN EUROPE: LITHUANIA SEIZED BY RED MOSCOW.”

• He was taken by Russia, which explains why you haven’t seen him for years. After all, it made sense since there was a war going on between many countries, but you’d never expect HIM of all people to land in the hands of Russia? You were familiar with that man already. When your nation rose to be a country like everyone else, Russia offered to merge your countries and make the two of you strong and unstoppable; “Like a family!” As he calls it. However, you had to work tediously for him to gain his protection; something very undesirable for your country as well as just plain unnecessary and unfair for the reward of a few extra guns in your military. Nevertheless, you never knew he’d go the lengths of just seizing countries back and forth and call it familial ties.

• Despite that, it was great you knew where Lithuania was now but until the war ends, you won’t be able to see him for a long time, who knows when that’ll be. For now, coming to the park to see if he’ll be there would comfort your heart best than just waiting around, you were completely smitten with him and can’t let him get away again.

• Years later—by years later I mean by 2 decades—you began to have an urge to give up. Give up and just go home, you could find another love again; it just wouldn’t be him just as you wished. Therefore you left the spot that you stood at all this time to try and find Lithuania again, but as you pick up your feet and walk away.

A familiar voice called out.

“Wait please!” Someone behind you huffed out, panting—breathless. You whipped around and saw him standing before you.

It was Lithuania.

“I’m so sorry I left you like—huff—that! I was involved in a war and—“ before he could finish his sentence, you hugged. You hugged him tight, burying your face into his shoulder, holding up like this like he’d fly away. He stiffened in shock from the sudden impact, his hands hovering helplessly in the air. After a second, he wrapped them around you, holding you just as tight and digging his face into the crook of your neck.

You could feel a little wetness on your own shoulder along with a few small whimpers. He was crying, he was really crying. You tried to pull away to see his face but he just pulled you back against him, adjusting his grip around you.

“Please don’t let go,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Just please… hold me like this for a while.”

• You smiled after weeks. You were finally back, and in his arms for the first time in so long. All because of a park and some chess, cliche it was but it’s your love story so it didn’t matter how it went. Just as long as you’re with him.

But seriously, you need to get his number. It’s getting ridiculous on the amount of opportunities you missed.

• It’s very hard to be in love with Switzerland, in terms of his stubbornness at least. While you both don’t get into arguments often but they do manage to happen, and there’s not really much that you could do other than apologize and let it pass by.

• He always has the heart to forgive you though, just as long as you don’t lie to him. After all, even through his rather… possessive behavior of his land, you stayed with him regardless; sleeping through the nights where his rifle went off more times you could count, having a nice breakfast with Liechtenstein as he yells his lungs out at trespassers, his sleep walking to his sisters room and waking up in her bed. It was all strange and at times very irritating, but as the saying goes: some things have a tough, spiky exterior but a soft, plush interior. Luckily, you get to see this so called, “soft interior” sometimes if you try hard enough.

• Switzerland isn’t exactly able to deny you often either, as long as it’s in an appropriate boundary. While his softness towards you isn’t as much as towards Liechtenstein, it’s still clear during quiet late nights in his room. Sometimes—voluntarily—he gives you massages as he talks about his day and vexations, however these conversations can sometimes make him upset and cause him to push a little too hard on your shoulders, back, or wherever his hands are, inducing pain. After hearing you yelp out, next thing you know, you can feel his lips on wherever he’s harmed you. Along with a very nonchalant: “I’m sorry, I got carried away.” You can sense slight frustration in his voice, unsure if it’s because of what’s happened earlier in the day or at himself for being out of line.

• Either way, he always does the job good and gets it done. Switzerland would like it if you returned the same gesture to him as he lays down on the bed; his mornings and afternoons tend to be stressful; so it’d help him calm down after what he calls ‘a days work.’ If it makes it easier for you whenever you massage Switzerland, he could take off his military jacket and the shirt underneath so you could get a better grip on his skin and reach all the spots you need to; of course, you’ll need to ask since he wouldn’t do it voluntarily.

• With the jacket off, you’ll see a few scars and while it’s not that much, it’s still a lot. He knows you sees them and tries to have the confidence that you don’t think they’re strange. But the question still lingers inside on if you find them unpleasant, and if you do… should he apologize?

• But—and while Switzerland won’t admit it, even if he was being waterboarded—he likes when you interact with them, through kisses or tracing them, rubbing them with your thumb, it all gets him weak in the knees. Once you’re done and he sits up after a quick stretch, you’ll notice his flushed face. Regardless on if you can figure out why or not, it’s very refreshing to see him feeling an emotion that isn’t constant annoyance. In fact, during these moment—If you so choose—you could kiss him.

• Switzerland’s usual kisses aren’t as sensual as they could be, considering small pecks on the forehead is all he does; particularly whenever he’s leaving the house for something or simply a good morning and good night kiss. However, if it’s late in the night, he’d be fine with longer, breathless, more detailed kisses. During it, his hand placement is immaculate and you sometimes wonder if he’s done this with anyone else before. He sometimes gently, subconsciously, squeezes different parts of your body; hips, thighs, cheeks are common places. He likes the feeling of your tongue against his, no matter how messy it ends up to be. If he wants to go deeper, he will go deeper just taste you and all that you have. If you’re noisy during kisses such as that, Switzerland ushers you to stay quiet; empathizing that his sister is not far from his room and could wake up. However, he’s slightly just as guilty himself for talking, as he mutters a few words in his native tongue. Dirty or not, you can’t tell and won’t be able to know because he refuses to tell you, at the end of it all.

• If you have a happy—platonic—relationship with his sister Liechtenstein, then you have a happy Swiss. His sister is his pride and joy, and he takes her very seriously. So if the two people he loves most are able to get along really well, it makes things less stressful for him, and he wouldn’t need to try and get you both to be friends. Additionally, he may be able to trust you around her and not have to worry for her safety whenever he’s too busy to look after her, it’s all a win-win situation!

• As you’re playing with Liechtenstein’s hair, or playing dress up in her room, Switzerland may pop in to check on you both. Seeing you with his sister, making her laugh and smile, it lights something in him, he thinks it’s beautiful. You look like a mother to him, and once again while he will never, ever admit it—he’d be happy to make you one and settle down with enough time and thinking. Of course, it’s all up to you if it ever comes about.

• Regarding gifts, they’re either handmade or you just don’t get any. It’s true that Switzerland wants to impress you at times, but he understands that lavish gifts don’t need to be given to you for that to happen. It’s also his excuse to not spend money since he’s very stingy even if he has the money and a mansion. Nonetheless, there are times where he may get you something expensive like a necklace or a bracelet; but this is only during things like anniversaries or birthdays. He likes to see you happy and go a long way to do so, just as long as it isn’t too much.

“Please, no! Keep the socks on.” Kiku’s desperately pleaded as his camera shivered in his hands. After he adjusted his glasses once more, he scooted closer to your standing figure, eagerly focused on the camera then back at you.

The man was desperate, but you never knew he was so desperate that he practically begged you to wear a anime styled outfit, completed with socks, bows and everything. Ever since he read a few mangas involving erotica—and while he never told you but you knew as seen from the tissue and lotion on his desk, scattered with learning material and supplies—he hasn’t been able to get his mind off it. You both are good friends, maybe even considered dating in fact, and who else could he ask for a favor than from you?

When you asked why Greece couldn’t do it for him, he plainly replied; “Greece was too busy working, you know I can’t go to him for help.” You knew very well that it wasn’t that reason and he just wished to be a pervert, but there’s no point in arguing with a Otaku as passionate as japan; too lost in the world of fantasy and the desire to adjust the world to fit it to quarrel with it. It wasn’t his desire regardless.

His nose began to bleed once more as you examined your skirt, lifting it only a smidge higher than the actually length; your thighs were exposed, and with him practically under you, so were your panties. “You’re such a pervert.” You proclaimed. You knew it wouldn’t do anything, but putting it out there would be much more easier than keeping it in with the already pent up anger to agreeing with Japan’s request. He looked visibly embarrassed but still had the eagerness to wait for you to do more poses, to which you did of course.

You worked at a cosplay shop so things like requesting to dress up is common, this wasn’t anything new at all; it’s just strange for it to come from a close friend. Particularly, it was much more weird for it to come from a perverted close friend.

After a few more clicks from his Retro camera, he got up and sat on his bed, laying back and looking at you; up and down.

“Could you…” He pauses to wipe his nose.. “Could you lift up your skirt, please..” Japan lowered his voice in humiliation, waiting—hoping for an answer that wouldn’t make him seem even worse than he already is. As you stared into his dark eyes, you noticed something out of your view: his legs, they were shifting and moving around, crossed on top of the other. He was desperately trying to get some friction in, each shuffle a wave of energy that spreads throughout his body. Letting out a deep breath, you lifted your skirt, taking the hem of your panties and pulling on them before letting go. A loud snap echoing around his room.

Japan couldn’t help it anymore, he needed better friction; he feels like he’ll die without it. So, slowly, his hand began to move to his groin, and gently he palmed and pressed, lifting his hips to his hand sensually.

His throat exhaled a breathy sigh, drool began to come out the side of his mouth as he moved his hand faster. Japan’s face flushed heavily as he laid there, the camera that was once in his hand fell out of it, showing the weakness as a result of his palming. You stared at him, still, not sure what to do other than just stand there and watch him be the pathetic man that he was.

Japan usually keeps things of this nature to himself, hence why you were so surprised when he requested for such a favor from you as you both ate lunch not long before. You always knew he had some underlying perversions but for the most part he was always as prude as a saint, on the surface at least. But for some reason, you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by his pathetic behavior. Nobody has seen this side of him apart from maybe Greece, but something about you being the one to see him in his otaku nature, it’s somewhat arousing.

After a while longer of his exertion, he stopped. You noticed his breathing quickened into puffing, and his eyes rolled back slightly. Japan was thinking of something, an idea; really prurient one at that. Before you could ask what was wrong, he immediately spoke up after coming back from his temporary high.

“Please come sit on my face,” He sniveled softly. “please I’m begging you.” His free hand moved to his face to wipe off any blood from his nose. He didn’t want to get any blood on your pretty panties; what a gentleman. However, it doesn’t make him any less of a saint, especially considering what he has been requesting ever since you both finished eating.

but the opportunity couldn’t leave him, he needed to have you on his face.

———

This was pissing you off, however that’s hard to feel when he’s moaning mess under you. Telling by the aggressive gripping of your socks from his free hand, he was enjoying this, not caring for the lack of oxygen. Kiku would gladly die with a girl’s panties against his nose; especially if it’s you.

Looking down at him, you could feel his body shake, as well as the soft receptive friction of his hand movements against his cock behind you.

While you couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying between his moans, you could make out a few of the words he’d say; some more cringe than others which made your body shiver in second hand embarrassment.

“Ride it, please ride my face, please!” Japan mumbled out.

“You’re disgusting,” you muttered, this isn’t as pleasurable as you thought it would be but it couldn’t be helped. So therefore, you slowly began to rock your hips, feeling slight warmth on your cunt from Japan’s heavy inhaling and exhaling.

“すごくいい匂いがするね。”

“What did you say?” You managed to word out from the sensation you’re feeling. While you expected an answer right away, he didn’t say a thing, too mesmerized or rather—pussy drunk— to even focus on your words.

How irritating.

Instinctively to hear him, you lift yourself up from his mouth and look from under him. “You didn’t answer my question—“

“Please, please, no,” he began to tear up, removing his hand from his groin and to both of your hips, urging you to sit back down. “I’m sorry, I won’t speak again… sit back down on me please.”

“What?”

“I’m almost finished, I’m so…” he slurred out. “So, so clos—”

Before he could say another word, you plopped yourself back down on his face. He squeaked as your covered folds collided with his nose and mouth once more, this time you could feel his tongue against you, wetting the fabric even more. Telling by his satisfied groans, he was very pleased that you allowed him to let him finish.

——

Japan was a mess, his hair and his clothes, all jumbled up from his need for release.

As you sat there; on him—with both of you exhausted—, you took in how he looked. The hem of his track-pants were lowered, and as his body twitched slightly, the milky white ribbons adorned his stomach, his spend glistening underneath the soft light of his room. His cock still pulsed out, a inebriated grin appearing on his face as he used his arms to lift both himself and you off of him. Japan was out of breath but it was clear he wasn’t entirely tired, in fact, he was elated.

“Can we…” He whimpered “Can we go another round? Different cosplay this time?”

Inspo:

• Things have to come to an end eventually, a concept that Italy took in to realize ever since he was young. It didn’t take him long to understand it: Youth, friends, interactions, life, it all comes to an end. One that hit him harder than anything was with HRE, even to this day, he didn’t know where or why did he disappear and he could only guess that his beloved friend could be dead. It’s the reason why he lives to the fullest, and is slightly scared of death. Yes, he lived for a very long time and had different life phases, but the thought still haunts him. Sometimes he wonders what he’ll do if someone close—like Germany, Romano, or even you—happened to leave him, it’s dreadful to think about.

• However, when you told him that you both could no longer be together—in terms of his and your safety, and the concept that humans and country personification can never exactly be together—he seemed rather confused. You both sat on his bed, his desperate pleas on why you needed to leave him. You had to tell him to close his mouth from all the screaming and crying so you can speak, and as much as you didn’t want to seem rude, he needed to hear what you needed to say; otherwise this ending will only be filled with unspoken words and feelings that should’ve been released in the moment.

• When you finally elaborated, he was shattered, it was all evident as soon as he opened his eyes once more; they began to shed tears, and those brown glistening eyes shined with sorrow, heartbreak specifically.

• It took him a little while more to realize: You were leaving him, just like Holy Roman Empire did.

• Italy felt all kinds of emotions, sadness, confusion, and even a hint of anger, but it was all overridden by the sorrow of your words. He tried to understand, and while he did, that didn’t make it hurt all the less.

• Even as the atmosphere felt the heaviest it had ever been, he wanted to make sure that this last day that you both had was worth it, memories and all.

• That day, Italy asked to borrow Japan’s camera. He emphasized the importance of obtaining it, stating that “It’s a very special day!” And that the camera will be returned the next day. Seeing his puffy eyes filled with determination, Japan reluctantly agreed. The first step was complete, it was now time to make the reservations.

• While most couples talk and reminisce when they depart, Italy particularly wanted to make this day fun; the feelings of melancholy were rather undesirable, therefore, you both went to drive around the city. If there was a Ferris wheel, you both would hop on it and reminisce that way, talking about the sweet and funny memories you both accumulated over the relationship and friendship.

• Afterwards, you both went to a restaurant where the first date was held. Pasta was obviously ordered, but it was mostly for you, resulting him in hand feeding you like he usually does. You could sense genuineness and tender emotions as the night progressed. He was infatuated with you, trying to take in as much of you as he can before the night ends.

• You both took walks in the beach, dipping your feet in the water and splashing each other with your legs. You heard him laugh for the first time since earlier in the day where he cried, it warmed your heart seeing him have fun, enjoying himself before he had to sleep alone (with someone other than Germany.) This moment was when he took the most pictures with Japan’s camera, careful to not drop it in the ocean.

• Even with the camera on you as you played in the waves, He kept his eyes open the whole time, to keep you in his view and remember all that he could; everything about you.

• Lastly, in the night when you both made it home. Italy asked if you both could have one last moment together, just the two of you in a quiet space. You had the option to say no, and if you did, you could just hold his hand, embrace or nestle in bed; he’ll understand.

• If you said yes, Italy will be as gentle as he could; softly touching your skin as if it’s porcelain, saying ‘I love you’ in every moment he could. He didn’t thrust too harshly or desperately, it was slow and intimate; yet you feel him clutch on to you like you were going to fly away if he didn’t hold you any tighter. He cried during it, knowing this would be both of you two’s last intimate interaction, if anything last piece of affection. His kissed you deeply, his desperation became evident as your lips touched, tongue lapping against one another, keeping the memory longer than he could ever desire.

• In the morning, you were gone, leaving him a letter of departure and love statements.

• Italy kept all the things that reminded him of you, framing them and keeping it by his bedside. He has no problem talking about you to Romano or the other Axis, always talking about how radiant you were in all aspects.

• From time to time, he looks at letters you both written to each other. Although you are no longer by his side, he is appreciative for the epilogue you gave him, for it was so much less heartbreaking than with HRE.

• Prussia always had a skewed view on women, let alone everyone who was a fighter like him. While his idealizations did in fact change with his interaction with Hungary, it still lingered that women were always below men in specific aspects and scenarios. This is no different in his interactions with you, before you showed him pure strength at least.

• The first time you displayed your hidden talent, you both were arm wrestling. Earlier that day, he bragged how he used to arm wrestle Germany when he was a little boy as he took care of him, arguing he could still take him to this day. Along with that anecdote, he stated that he could beat anyone regardless of arm strength, size and age; hence how you both got into that situation. When you won—and by won, you nearly broke his arm twisting it to the other side, with a harsh slam on the kitchen counter—he was shocked, speechless to say the least.

• Telling by the way he spoke to you afterwards, you could easily tell his ego was on the verge of collapse, especially after a person—that is likely much stronger than Hungary, but not as big as Germany—managed to beat him in an arm wrestle after his continuous boasting. He used to be a victor in many vicious battles, ones that he always told you even if you remembered them so well you could tell them to him with no mistake.

• Regardless, Prussia still asks you what was your routine, diet, anything that could have possessed you to be strong like this. While he won’t admit it, he was a little disappointed and envious that someone like you managed to achieve this, but what he will say is that he finds it very attractive.

• If you aren’t confident in yourself, or think this strength is weird, he always expresses how amazing you look fighting, and how you both could be: “strong together! Kesesese!” Additionally, he asks some rather suggestive questions; things like: if your breasts are firm like your muscles, or will your thighs crush his head when he puts his face between them, and the like, are common. He always excitedly demands an answer to them.

• That being said, a common date you guys have are gym dates, or dates to a shooting range or wrestling match. Packed with bags of protein shakes or energy drinks, and some nice healthy snacks. If you wish to be outside rather than in an establishment, he would love to jog with you. You want another gym buddy other than Prussia? Germany can come as well, a great bonding experience for everyone.

• Now that Prussia knows how strong you really are, he loves to brag about you to other countries. Germany doesn’t hear the end of it whenever he mentions you, and while it does get annoying, it’s sweet on how cool, or in Prussia’s terms: how awesome Prussia thinks you are, considering how he rarely talks about others this way. He also uses this new discovery as a way to taunt you whenever you two fight or train. While he says it’s a way to get you to be stronger and way cooler, he does it as a way to boost his own ego too. Something about seeing you frustrated from his teasing ignites a light deep in his core (that can of course can be extinguished through some intimacy, sexual or not).

• Still, even if you’re stronger than him, Prussia would love you just the same. Maybe he’d be a little jealous, but who wouldn’t when their girlfriend is absolutely muscle beast? He does like the tenderness of your interactions with him, enjoying the fact that even when you’re scary strong, you still treat him like a baby chick. However, he secretly prefers if you’d be rough with him like he would for you, day to day and in intimate moments.