#gerbelg

She was wearing a wine-coloured Dirndl with dusty-pink details and a white lowcut blouse with puffy sleeves underneath. The close-fitting bodice and low neckline showed off the full swell of her chest and Germany couldn’t help his stare from settling right at the dip of her cleavage.

His eyes blinked back into focus when Belgium breathed out a giggle and he willed himself to look higher until he locked onto her face.

Her eyes shone like emeralds and her lips were lifted into a smile. She looked very, very pleased with his reaction.

“Like what you see?” she asked innocently.

Germany opened his mouth to speak but nothing seemed to get past his vocal cords.

Belgium let her tongue trace along her upper lip. “I believe that’s a yes,” she approached him with purposely slow steps until she could rest her hands against his chest. “Gilbert told me how much you look forward to Oktoberfest every year,” she looked up at him through her eyelashes. “I thought I might accompany you. In the appropriate outfit, of course. Does this,” she flitted her eyes downward and back up into his eyes, “suffice?”

Gilbert, that son of a─ His brother most definitely knew how much he loved Oktoberfest. The ambiance and the beer was the main reason, but the girls dressed in lowcut Dirndls was a very close second. Gilbert must have told Belgium and helped her get inside the house by pretending it was the postman.

Germany had to swallow several times before he could make a sound. “J─ Ja, that will─ I mean, it’s─ Erm…” He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and mentally slapped himself. “You look absolutely atemberaubend.”

Belgium’s self-satisfied smile reached from ear to ear. “I’m happy to hear it.”

She trailed a hand towards his neck, gently coaxing him to her height and his eyes fluttered shut when she kissed him, soft and teasing.

Germany’s mind blanked as he drew her flush against him, his one arm wrapped around her waist and the hand of his other arm resting on the small of her back, deepening the kiss with a groan.

“Now, now,” Belgium chided as she tilted her head back to end the kiss. “Not so rough, lieveling. I wouldn’t want my dress to get caught in the excitement and tear.”

“You could take it off,” Germany said as he tried to capture Belgium’s lips again.

Belgium’s grin was positively mischievous as she slipped away from him, taking both of his arms and lifting them off of her so she could escape his embrace. “Hmm, I could do that,” she said as she twirled around once before daintily seating herself on the end of his bed. “But only on one condition.”

Germany’s insides fluttered excitingly. “Oh?”

“I want you in your Lederhosen.”

Germany quirked a quizzical eyebrow. “You want me in my Lederhosen?”

Belgium sucked in her bottom lip, worrying the plump flesh with her teeth, and nodded.

“Why?”

Belgium cocked her head. “Because I’ve never seen you in them, but I’ve seen pictures,” she laid back on the bed, propped up by one of her elbows. Her unoccupied hand lifted towards her mouth, trailing downward so her bottom lip plopped out from between her teeth as it was dragged momentarily along by one of her fingers. “And those pictures alone made me very hot,” she continued her trail down her long, slender neck, over her collarbone, dipping in between the hollow of her breasts. “And bothered.”

Germany swallowed, hard, as the temperature in the room seemed to have gone up with several degrees. “Give me two minutes.”

An expert at time management, it took Germany the exact amount of minutes he had proclaimed. Hurrying back, his breath seemed to leave his body when he saw Belgium had repositioned herself so she was on her knees. Her dress pulled down just enough in one place and pulled up just enough in another. When he came into her view, the spark in her eyes darkened as her gaze evolved from tempted to lustful to ravenous.