FANFICTION: Ludwig's Daughter Hilda from "The Scarlet Woman"

I have decided to make "the Scarlet Woman", one of the lemons I wrote and posted on here, into a full and developed story on fanfiction.net. Here is a few pictures depicting Hilda as to what she would look like throughout the first two chapters of my story.

On a side note, she looks like Sena Kashiwazaki from the anime Haganai, which I recently discovered she was from this (didn't know beforehand).

Baby Hilda, as described in Chapter 1

Hilda (age range 4-8 years)

Hilda (age range 9-14 years)

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The Scarlet Woman (A Germany Hetalia LEMON)

Ludwig spent a long, hard day in his office filling out paperwork and making sure his secretary knew where to send it all out. By the end if the day, his broad shoulders were sore and his back hurt immensely despite that he spent most of the day in a chair. Once he got home, Feliciano (Italy) opened the door for him and put his coat on the rack, but didn't help him relax in the manner he usually did. Instead, he led Ludwig to a room where the doorway was covered by a thick, black velvet curtain. Ludwig looked at Feliciano suspiciously, puzzled by the curtain. He then realized that it was the door to the basement; he never went down there unless he and Prussia were using the secret bar area to drink late at night.

"Let me guess," Ludwig began. "Prussia is down there?"

"No," Feliciano said in his usual cheerful tone of voice. "But there is a surprise down there for you. Look and see."

"Alright," the German agreed. "But if it is something stupid--"

"I swear! It's not!" Feliciano said, raising his right hand as if he were reciting a pledge. Shaking his head, Ludwig drew back the curtain and walked down the steps. It was unusually dim at this time of night, but it was when he reached the bottom landing that he saw candles of all shapes and sizes lit in many parts of the room. Ludwig also noticed that the scenery was much different from when he last left it--the bar was moved aside along with its matching stools, the beer kegs had been taken out, the blinds on the small windows were drawn down, but what caught his attention the most was the trail of red rose petals leading to the fold-down bed, which was decorated with a richly-hued crimson satin bedspread; on top of which a beautiful woman laid on her side staring lustfully at Ludwig with her great dark eyes.

Ludwig's jaw dropped; he had never met this mysterious beauty, but he felt a strange connection with her, as if he had seen her somewhere before. Her hair was cherry red, and her eyes, though very dark, seemed to have a red, satanic glow emanating from them. She wore a red and black lace corset that pushed her breasts up in the right places, a garter belt that held up her black garters and black stockings. On her feet were stilettos that were the same color as her flaming red hair, and her hands and forearms were concealed by black satin ballroom gloves. Her face looked adorable and her neck, which was adorned by a black rose choker, was as thin and graceful as a swans.

"Hallo," he greeted the girl seductively. In response, the girl stood up and strutted over toward him, holding one of this thick, calloused hands.

"Who are you?" He was irritated by her silence, but in a way, it made her ten times hotter to him; she was mysterious, what else could he expect? If this was the surprise Italy was talking about, he thought, I will give him something even better in return. This is the best surprise I've gotten in a long time.

"Call me Krista," she said in a calming, soft voice. "What is your name, handsome?" Ludwig blushed as she led him to the bed. They sat down, and she began kneading his broad, manly shoulders. Ludwig really was starting to enjoy himself.

"I'm...Ludwig," he told her calmly.

"Hmm," she purred, kneading slightly harder into his shoulder muscles. "Where are you from?"

"Germany," Ludwig answered. "In fact, I am Germany." Krista laughed at this thought.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"It's...hard to explain. You wouldn't understand, anyway," Ludwig said with a groan, enjoying his massage. Krista's touch felt amazing; he could only imagine how her touch felt on other parts of his body. She continued massaging his shoulders, but then she straddled his lap; Ludwig was turned on that her breasts were right in front of his face.

"Did that feel good?" she asked, trying to tempt him. He smiled devilishly and blushed like crazy, nodding in response.

"Hmm," she purred, kneeling between his legs as he continued sitting on the bed. Ludwig, knowing why she was positioned like this, laid back and let her unbutton his pants. Krista smiled seductively and took off his pants slowly. She had a burning hunger to pleasure a strapping man like him; it all started with teasing him in the best way she could.

"You can," he said, assuring her that he would allow her to do things to him. Krista snickered and stood up, causing Ludwig to sit back up in wonder as to what she was going to do next. He watched her as she slowly undid the front zipper on her corset, and she did so in a way an exotic dancer would do--slowly and seductively. Ludwig felt his member grow in his pants as he saw her large breasts burst free from their confines in the corset's cups. She came closer to him and held his face between her bosom. Ludwig moaned and purred as his arms hugged her waist tightly, kissing and trailing his nose lightly over her skin. Krista moaned sinisterly and watched him enjoy himself between her breasts.

"Like it?" she asked with a laugh. Ludwig nodded, beginning to suck on her nipples. She arched her back, allowing his rough fingers to trace the curve in the small of her back. She gasped when Ludwig used all his strength to lift her and spin to have her lay on the bed beneath him. He was so engulfed by carnal desire; he wanted her even though he barely knew her for more than ten minutes. He crashed his lips onto hers, kissing her roughly and sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth briskly.

Krista took off his wife-beater tank top and threw it aside where her corset was, and she ran her hands over his beautifully sculpted body. She sat up and planted wet kisses on his chest, trailing her nose down to his abs, when she grabbed the waist band of his underpants, playing with it to tease him. Ludwig couldn't take the subtle torment, and by the time she had taken them off, she saw his sizable girth and great length, taking it into her mouth afterwards. It felt amazing, and Krista was so hard and fast with her sucking that he could hear slight gagging noises coming from her throat.

"Mein gott," he groaned, clutching her hair and thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. Krista was perfectly fine with this, and Ludwig enjoyed it to the point where he came into her mouth just when she began sucking his sack. She swallowed every bit of it and smiled up at him. On the bed, she got on all fours with her bottom facing Ludwig.

"Take mine off," she suggested lustfully. "You know you want it, and really badly, too."

"Ooh," he said, holding her ass with enjoyment. "Nice ass."

He ripped her panties off and held the sides of her butt as he ate her out from behind. Krista, placing her hand on her lower back, moaned as his tongue flicked her clit rapidly. He stuck a finger inside of her and searched in vain for her g-spot, and once he found it, Krista's hips bucked and she moaned breathily. Feeling her as wet as she was, Ludwig couldn't take it anymore; he had the urge to bury himself inside of this strange but drop-dead beautiful woman.

"Oh yeah! I'm going to cum!" she shouted, enraptured in the bliss of the moment. Ludwig held his throbbing hard member and held the head just outside of her entrance.

"Ich kann es nicht mehr aushalten! Ich muss in dir jetzt!" Ludwig said, incensed with lust as he thrust inside of her as deep as he could. Strangely, she wasn't really tight, but he loved the hot wetness emanating from her entrance.

"Ah, yeah," Krista moaned, gripping the red satin bedspread as he went in and out of her at a gradually accelerating pace. He held her hips tightly, but she still pushed against him to try controlling how crazy he went inside of her. Ludwig reached under Krista and held both of her breasts with his big, strong hands, fondling them enthusiastically as his member went wild inside her.

"Ja! Ah, ja!" he moaned, enjoying the feeling of her full breasts in his hands. He pulled out and laid on his back, and Krista smiled seductively, and for a split second, he thought he noticed the diabolical red gleam in her dark eyes.

"Hmm," she purred. "I love being on top."

Straddling his hips gently, she took his member and put it up inside her once again and began to bounce on it. Ludwig loved the view he got of her boobs bouncing up and down whenever she did. Her eyes were closed, her swan-like neck was arched back, and her petite, feminine hands rested on Ludwig's god-like chest as she moaned and sighed from the sensation of his head hitting her g-spot repeatedly.

"Oh, yes! It feels so good! Ludwig!" Krista shouted at the top of her lungs. He held onto her butt and started thrusting up into her really hard and fast, causing her to grip the sheets and scream.

"Oh my god!! Ludwig! Your cock is so big and feels so good!" Krista shouted ecstatically. "Are all German men like you; big and strapping?"

"Not sure," he groaned, rolling the mysterious beauty on her back. Her leg went up so her ankle was on his shoulder, and he went in at the same pace. It felt amazing, and Ludwig felt super-lucky that Feliciano gave him such a surprise. At the last move, Ludwig bent her legs at her sides, allowing to him to delve as deep as he could into Krista's depths. She arched her neck back and shouted.

"Ludwig! I can't get enough!" she shouted as he buried his face in her neck. Inhaling her fragrance, he could smell an amalgam of ginger, jasmine, and vanilla extracts. He had never been so turned on by a scent.

"I'm going to cum!" Ludwig groaned, savoring his final moments of sexual bliss with this strange beauty.

"Me, too! Cum inside me! I want to feel your semen inside me, Ludwig!" she begged.

Her wish was granted; Krista held his strong muscular body close to her as he dispersed his seed inside her. He arched his neck back and pulled out, laying next to Krista, whose arms were spread out as she breathed heavily. He admired her nudity; there was a curve in all the right places. Her white skin had been smooth and looked so, her waist was very petite an small, and her breasts, his favorite part if her body, were perfectly proportionate to her hips. Ludwig moved closer and caressed her face, trailing his fingers slowly down her neck, breasts, stomach, hips, and thighs. Their eyes met, and Ludwig saw the red glow in hers; had she been the devil in disguise?

"You have beautiful eyes," Krista said with a seemingly normal smile. "They're so blue."

Ludwig thanked her with a gaze, and held her close as they fell asleep on the satin covered bed. 

Star-Spangled Fantasy (America + Reader Hetalia LEMON)

POOM!
KA-POOM!
BOOM-BOOM-KA-POOM!

"Alright!" Alfred exclaimed with excitement. "Fireworks!"

You, Alfred, Francis, Arthur and Ivan were sitting in your backyard on folding lawn chairs with different drinks in your hands as you watched the Fourth of July fireworks. Francis held a glass of red wine, Ivan had his vodka, Arthur was drinking a glass of iced tea garnished with a lemon, and you and Alfred sat close together with sodas. It also happened to be Alfred's birthday, and the five of you had a little party at your house for him. The chocolate cake you guys had was decorated in red, white and blue frosting that made messes on everyone's faces. Because Alfred wasn't supposed to tell what he wished for while blowing out the candles on his cake, he kept thinking about it in his head and no matter how hard he tried to stop, it didn't work; he had wished to become your boyfriend.

As the colorful bombs bursted in the night sky, Alfred managed to move closer to you, placing his arm around your shoulder as he stared at you; your attention was fixed on the colorful fireworks in the sky. I wish they had one that says "I love you, (name)", Alfred thought as his lolly blue eyes turned to the sky. As far as he knew, he had been in love with you since the first moment he saw you, and he secretly loved you so much he was fiercely determined to make you his one and only. Alfred had often talked about how beautiful he thought you were to the other Allies, from your glittering, clear (e/c) eyes and your shiny (h/c) tresses. In that year in which you had known him, you had known him very well and hung out with him on numerous occasions, most of which Alfred tried to make advances but you were too busy to notice that he liked you as much as he did.

Then there came that moment when your eyes met; Alfred intrigued you a lot, and you didn't know that he had intense feelings for you. He smirked and begin giggling, but you managed to notice that his face, illuminated by the fireworks bursting in the sky, was a funny shade of pink.

"What's so funny, Alfred?" you asked, laughing along with how foolishly he was acting. He was cute when he was like this.

"Nothing, (name)," he answered, sipping from his straw. "Hey, do you...I mean, maybe, we can go inside when Francis and Ivan leave? Maybe, uh...play a game?" This was a first--you didn't really own any board games, and he knew this. You cocked an eyebrow up in shock. What is wrong with him, you wondered.

"That's a first," you said with jocular sarcasm. Alfred kept on smiling at you as you drank your soda. Your eyes met again, and he just broke out in laughter.

"What is it, Alfred?" you asked again, getting frustrated. "Is there something on my face? Why are you laughing?"

Alfred barely answered with anything but a hearty laugh. He placed his hand on his stomach and guffawed. You idiot, he thought to himself, you're making a fool of yourself in front of (name). Pull yourself together!

"Excuse me," Alfred said, getting up from his seat and leaving his drink with you. "I'm going to use your bathroom. Watch my drink, please."

You watched him as Alfred walked into your house. Shaking your head, you continued to watch the fireworks, but once the light show was over, Ivan and Francis walked toward you after folding up their chairs.

"(Name)," Francis began. "Alfred told us not to tell you but he likes you a lot." You brought your eyebrows together, looking at him strangely until Ivan had his say.

"He always talks about how...much he loves you, (name)," he told her. "Alfred always tells us about you after you two hang out."

"Oh, please," you said, throwing your hand up in the air indifferently. "That's ridiculous. The only reason why Alfred is acting like a dweeb is because it's his birthday and he is enjoying the fireworks."

"No, (name)," Francis cut in rudely. "Alfred has tender feelings for you and doesn't know how to show it. Ivan and I will take our leave; we will not argue with you."

You rolled your eyes in annoyance as they walked away with their lawn chairs and drinks. Arthur folded up his chair as well, but stayed behind with you. He sensed your discomfort and tried to console you.

"Don't listen to France," Arthur told you to reassure you. "He's a wanker."

"I know...I mean, we all know that," you told him. "I just think it's a bit far-fetched that Alfred likes me as much as they say. It just...doesn't seem that way. He teases me constantly as if I were one of you guys."

"Not to take their side, but America does like you. In fact, it seems like you are the only thing he thinks about," Arthur added with a deep breath. "You know he and I are close, right?" You nodded slowly, paying close attention to what he had to say.

"Even though France was being a prick, he and Ivan were telling the truth. He always tells us about how beautiful and amazing he thinks you are and that alone proves he likes you. If I were you, (name), I wouldn't say anything to him. Let him bring it up and see where it goes from there. It'll only ruin things if it's the latter," he clarified primly. You nodded, trusting his advice dearly. Arthur hugged you and let go to say goodbye.

"Good night, (name)," he said. "Alfred is in the house. Don't tell him I told you--act normal."

As he walked off, you thought about what he had said. All the guys who had liked you before had been so romantic and serious--Alfred seemed to be the exact opposite. He was fun-loving and was obsessed with justice and freedom, and he treated you like "one of the guys". This is pretty much why you never thought he liked you.

You folded up the two chairs you and Alfred sat in and placed them on the back porch before entering your house through the white, swinging screen door. You pushed your fingers up through your (h/c) tresses and walked into the kitchen, where you saw Alfred sitting at the small, round table made of light wood with his elbow on the table and his forehead resting in his hand. He looked as though he were in deep thought, but you still took the liberty on sitting across from him. Alfred jerked up from his state of thought and looked at you, amazed by your presence; to him, it was like being in front of a goddess.

"Oh...uh, (name)," he said, jerking a smile. "I thought...uh...well, are the fireworks over?"

"Yes, you missed the last few minutes," you said. "There wasn't much." He pouted his lips and raised his eyebrows curiously.

"Where is everyone else?" he asked.

"They all left, Alfred," you told him. "How come you came in here? Did you use the bathroom?" Looks like we are alone now, he thought in his mind, I guess I should tell her how I feel.

"Yes," he said nervously, preparing himself for what he was going to tell you. His tone changed to sound a bit brighter. "It looks like we're alone. Just you and I."

"Yeah," you said, somewhat creeped out by this thought. It was just you and your friend Alfred--how bad could it have possibly been? You had known him so well; what were the odds of him doing something stupid to you? You gasped when you felt the sudden sensation of his hand caress yours as it rested on the table. His touch was magnificently soft, which was ironic considering he was a boy and was expected to have rough skin. Your (e/c) eyes met with his clear, lollipop-blue eyes, which had an invisible fire burning within them. Alfred wanted you in the best and worst ways possible.

"Alfred," you told him softly. He leaned forward and began caressing your face with that same gentle touch he had used when he placed his hands on top of yours. His pearl-white teeth showed in a bright smile directed at you. You couldn't help but blush; he was really showing his cute, romantic side now.

"Have you ever been told you are beautiful, (name)?" he asked.

The rest of the Allies were right; Alfred did like her, and he was showing surefire signs of it right now. Honestly, you thought he was adorable in his own, unique way, but you had never really harbored romantic feelings for him. Unbeknownst to you, this was the night everything was going to change for the both of you.

"Maybe a few times," you told him frankly, placing your hand on top of the one that was caressing your cheek. "Well, my ex called me that all the time."

"Do you...still think about your ex?" Alfred questioned, hoping for a positive answer as he removed his hand from your face slowly.

"No, he's out of my life now," you answered sadly. "He used me for one thing only; he never cared about what I thought. He still continued to use me."

"Pathetic," Alfred said with pity in his voice. "You've moved on, it seems. You need a man who will look out for you and love you. Someone who will respect you and your choices. Someone...someone like me, (name). I love you."

He finally admitted it. You smiled and stood up from your seat at the table and looked up at the clock; it was 10:04 PM, and usually, you didn't fall asleep for another hour or two.  You looked down at the mint green linoleum floor as you heard Alfred stand up and walk behind you, snaking his arms around your waist from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder, and, as a way of accepting his advances, you reached back and ruffled his dirty-blond hair. You sighed as you turned around, your eyes meeting in a tender gaze; Alfred took your hands and held them with endearment.

"Do you...love me, too, (name)?" he asked. You licked your lips and looked up at him.

"I don't know what to say, Alfred. You're one of my best friends," you said to him. "I've never felt like this before...for anybody. I guess I do love you, but I'm so unsure and...totally confused."

"I'm fine with it if you don't, but understand that if you don't, I'll walk out that door and go on with life in the most miserable manner possible," he said. You felt like he was trying to get you to say yes, but you chuckled at this. You thought for a moment, closing your eyes, before saying anything else.

"Kiss me," you pleaded in a gentle voice. Alfred smiled and lifted your chin up, kissing your lips in a way that made you nearly melt like butter in his arms. His hands held you close to him as your hands were stroking the nape of his neck and his hair during your tender kiss. You moaned gently as his hands wandered your clothed body; this intrigued him, for he wanted to strip you of all your garments and make passionate love to you. He broke the kiss and wrapped your legs around his waist, carrying you to the bedroom across the hall. You fell onto the bed; Alfred was on top of you, staring down into your eyes lustfully.

"Let's set off some sparks tonight, (name)," he said breathily. "Or, we can just lay here and--"

"No, Alfred," you told him with a sigh, placing your index finger to his lips to shush him. "I want to."

"Really? I thought--"

"Alfred, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me," you said meaningfully. "I'm in love with you, too."

He smiled and removed his shirt, revealing a manly figure. Turned on by this sight, you ran your hands over his smooth, muscular chest as he started kissing you again. You had been wearing a white tank top and denim shorts, which Alfred worked his way through at an instant, exposing your panties and bra. You didn't cower, but you did blush; you were half-naked in front of one of your best friends and it was a guy.

"Hey, don't turn red on me," Alfred chuckled playfully, noticing your slight embarrassment. His lips attacked your neck, making you moan at the feeling of his hot breath and lips caressing your skin. His hands were on your waist as one of your arms snaked around his neck and the other had a hand that was gripping at the bedspread, enjoying the erotic intensity building up between you two. When Alfred undid the front clasp on your bra with his teeth, you closed your eyes, waiting for his reaction. You had always been insecure about your breasts because they were so big.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, leaning down to caress and kiss your breasts. You moaned, emotionally engulfed by the loving power of his touch. Your ex never touched (or loved) you like this; Alfred was inexperienced at pleasing women, but to you, he was everything you ever wanted. You felt his arms snake around your torso as he buried his face within your pleasingly sizable bosom. You moaned even louder and gasped when he kissed your cleavage.

"Alfred!" you shouted. You felt and saw him smile against your left breast as his tongue began teasing your nipples. You arched your back significantly, moaning from a severe amount of bliss.

"Alfred! Oh, please," you begged.

"Please, what? I'm not done yet," Alfred cooed, sucking on your other nipple with as much fervor as the other. Then, his lips found yours and you kissed passionately. You gasped and your eyes widened as you felt Alfred's fingers go into the front of your panties and stroke you. You spread your legs open to make it easier, and you moaned within your kiss.

"You're soaked," he told you in a whisper, sucking on your nipples. "You want it really badly, don't you, (name)?"

"Not yet," you told him in a blissful moan.

"You want me to taste you?" he offered with a seductive tone in his voice.

"Oh, yes! Anything! I'm all yours, Alfred!" you moaned with a deep sigh of pleasure.

He removed his pants just before he slowly removed your panties. You didn't blush as much, but he opened your legs a bit more to fit his upper body so he could worship your divinity. He caressed your thighs as his tongue began teasing you slowly from your entrace to your button, causing you to grip the sheets in response to the immense amount of pleasure you were receiving.

"ALFRED! Oh, yes!" you gasped as he started to lick and suck on your clit. He held your hips completely still as he continued to please you. Keeping his tongue on your clit, he inserted a finger into your entrance, making you moan and shout louder.

"I can't take it anymore, Alfred! Please! I need it!" you shouted as he moved his finger and and out of you as he sucked on your clit.

"Ooh, you're begging. That's a turn-on," he said, getting on his knees to remove his blue boxers to reveal his member. You gasped at the sight of it; it was average in size, but while erect, it looked so much bigger.

"Oh my! It's so big!" you exclaimed. You saw him start to stroke it before he kneeled between your legs to initiate the ultimate act of love. He had a hand on your hip as his head teased your entrance.

"Are you ready, (name)?" Alfred asked sweetly.

"Yes, whenever you are," you chuckled. Alfred giggled as he entered you slowly. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he thrusted in and out of you. The pleasure instantly set in, allowing you to just lay there and relax.

"Oh, Alfred," you gasped amorously. "Harder."

He knew that in order to go harder, he needed to go faster. You held him close to you as he continued going in and out of you.

"Dear god, (name), you're tight," Alfred groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "It feels so good!"

"Oh yeah!" you exclaimed as he quickened his pace and slammed into you. Alfred took your legs and wrapped them around his waist, allowing him to thrust deeper into your liquid heat. You arched your neck back and started to scream once you felt your g-spot being hit by his member.

"ALFRED!! YES! OH, ALFRED!!" It was like you were under an spell of pure erotic ecstasy--the feeling of becoming one with Alfred was beautiful. You felt tears stream from your eyes as a result of the beautiful emotions, but once Alfred noticed your joyful tears, he kissed you gently and looked into your eyes.

"Are you alright, (name)? I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked.

"I'm more than alright," you said emotionally, caressing his cheek. "I am full of love for you, Alfred. I'm so glad we are expressing it."

"Oh, me too, (name)," Alfred answered passionately, holding your hips to help him thrust steadily. "I love you so much, (name)."

You wrapped your arms around Alfred and held him closely as you two started kissing fervently. His thrusts became more intense, and he began to suck and kiss your neck, making you moan louder than ever before.

"ALFRED! Oh, Alfred! Oh my! I can't take it anymore! I'm going to...oh! I'm going to cum!" you screamed.

"Ah, me too! Oh yeah! (NAME)!!!" Alfred answered. Your legs hugged his hips tightly, but you came before he did. Alfred pulled out and started jacking off until his cum sprayed your torso; his semen was on your breasts, stomach, and upper chest. He groaned as he released, and you took a finger and took some of his cum on your finger and licked it off. It tasted so sweet you took more onto your finger.

"Alfred, why didn't you tell me your cum tasted good?" you asked with a chuckle. "If I had known ahead of time, I would have blown you!"

"I wouldn't know how I taste," he said, leaning down to kiss you, driven by the passion that had taken residence in his loins. Your eyes met, and Alfred moved one of your (h/c) tresses out of your face.

"Will you be my girlfriend, (name)?" Alfred asked you, taking you into his arms.

"Yes," you answered. "As long as you are my boyfriend."

"Of course. I love you, (name)," he said. "There are many beautiful girls out there, but you are the epitome of them all. You are my star-spangled fantasy."

Hide & Seek (Hetalia Italy LEMON)

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"Cinque, quattro, tre, due, uno! Ready or not, I'm coming to find you!" Feliciano said in his usual playful tone.

Tara's tiny footsteps sprinted across the wooden hallway into the master bedroom. Since she was small of stature, she hid behind the bed, bringing her knees up to her chest and ducking her head forward. She and Feliciano had the house all to themselves, and since Feliciano always wanted to have fun, they were playing hide and seek. He was not her boyfriend; rather, they had been best friends for over a year, and they seemed to pair well because they both liked to have fun. Tara didn't quite care for his friend Ludwig, an overly-serious German who always felt obliged to "babysit" Feliciano, whose childlike antics drove him crazy. Tara did not mind it one bit, and found him to be quite funny and boyishly cute.

Tara let out an accidental giggle as she heard Feliciano's footsteps outside of the master bedroom's door. She quickly shut herself up and ducked, hearing the door creak open and her Italian friend enter in what sounded like tip-toes. Then she heard his familiar jovial laugh, and when she looked up, he stood right in front of her with his index finger pointing down at her--Tara laughed as well, standing up to join him.

"That is such a bad hiding spot," he joked. "Just for spoiling the game, I'm going to tickle torture you!"

Feliciano came closer to Tara and tickled her tummy and waist, making her laugh hysterically. She tried to playfully shove him away, but it didn't work. He tickled her so much that she fell back on the bed; he joined her, continuing to tickle her. All the amusement stopped when Feliciano admired Tara's beauty.

Tara was seventeen years old, and she had been Feliciano's friend for just over a year. They had never dated, but unbeknownst to Tara, he secretly liked her a lot. They had met at a bakery, where Feliciano was sampling scalli bread for a pasta dinner he was making for Germany and Japan one evening. It was that very day he caught sight of Tara for the first time; he distinctly remembered her striking features, from her long, silky, richly-colored auburn hair to her slender physique. He only got to say 'hello' to her because he needed to rush out of the store to find Germany (Ludwig). The two became fast friends, as Feliciano frequently went to the same bakery he had first met her in and he always saw her there. Even as good of friends they became, they still went to that bakery to buy sweets or breads. Their eyes met--Tara's eyes had an unusual amber hue that was so clear they looked like actual amber stones. Feliciano had a similar eye color, only his was darker, and Tara liked this moment they shared.

Feliciano smiled, lifting her chin to kiss her tenderly. Tara liked it, but broke the kiss five seconds in.

"What's the matter? You don't want to kiss me?" he asked expressionlessly.

"It's not that," Tara answered with a sigh. "The thing is I thought you like Germany. I thought you were gay."

Feliciano laughed at her assumption hysterically and took her hand, kissing it as a gentleman would do to a lady.

"No, I am not really gay," he answered honestly. Tara raised her eyebrows in shock; though she hated stereotypes, she saw Feliciano as effeminate and cowardly. Also, he hung around with Germany a lot, cooking him food, giving him presents, and even writing songs for him, therefore proving her instincts right (for a time). It was such a shock to realize he wasn't gay.

"Really? What about--"

"Germany is my good friend," Feliciano said with a cheeky smile--you found this cute. "I like you a lot, Tara. Sei bellissima é simpatica. Te amo molto, Tara."

Tara didn't know very much Italian, but she could tell it had some relation to what he had told her already. Feliciano cupped her face in his hands and started kissing her again. Before his tongue caressed her bottom lip, she broke the kiss again; Feliciano felt this was frustrating.

"I...I like you, too, Feliciano," Tara said, crashing her lips onto his. He fell on his back with Tara straddling him, caressing his face as their tongues met. Feliciano's hands slid from her waist to her butt, lightly goosing her through her back pockets, causing her to gasp enough to let his tongue enter her mouth more than it had been.

Feliciano was enjoying himself; he rolled Tara onto her back and went for her neck, kissing her wildly as he searched in vain for her sweet spot. Once he went to the base of her neck, Tara threw her head back and moaned gently.

"Feliciano," she sighed. He now knew where her sweet spot was--he kissed, licked and sucked it gently, making her moan with anticipation. Tara wanted him so badly, and wanted to satisfy this newborn need.

He slid his hands under Tara's shirt, throwing it aside upon its removal, and he continued to kiss the top of her chest gently. As his fingers traced up the curve of her spine, he unhooked her bra and threw it aside. Tara blushed to the point where her face looked like a ripe tomato.

"Tara, don't be embarrassed," Feliciano said cutely, admiring her breasts. "You look cute."

"Not like this, I don't," she answered, cut off by her own moan when Feliciano's hands began caressing her fullness gently. Tara sighed as she enjoyed the sensation of his hands exploring her. His tongue feasted on her hardened nipples, and Tara arched against Feliciano sharply as he started sucking on them as a baby would do to its mother. She moaned loudly and her desire grew with each moment he spent sucking on her breasts.

Feliciano got rid of his shirt, allowing Tara to seize the opportunity to attack him with kisses. He groaned at the feeling of Tara's warm breath and full, soft lips pecking passionately at his chest. She worked her way down to his tummy and undid the button on his pants, removing them to expose his red and green boxers. She could easily see he was harder than she previously thought; she had no idea she had aroused him this much. Feliciano stared down at Tara as she began to stroke his bulge with an even amount of pressure.

"Mamma Mia," he groaned. "It feels so good."

Tara was half-clothed, but nevertheless, she was determined to please him first. He laid on his back as she removed his boxers; upon seeing his erection stand perfectly upright, she gasped. Holding it in her hand, she marveled at how big he was.

"You're so big, Feliciano," Tara said, putting her mouth over it, fitting as much of it in and out her mouth as possible. Feliciano groaned and sighed in pleasure, clutching her silky auburn tresses as she continued to suck him.

"Tara," he sighed with deep satisfaction. Tara held the part she couldn't fit in her mouth with her free hand, flicking her wrist as she stroked him. Licking the tip, she and Feliciano's eyes met, but she noticed him arch his back while his love seed spurted into her mouth. Tara licked her lips and swallowed it--it didn't taste all that bad.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I came without telling you," Feliciano said, going to his knees with Tara to kiss her.

"It's OK," she said. "I loved it. It tasted good." The two had their lips entwined in a fervent kiss, their tongues competing for dominance which Tara ended up winning. Feliciano had her lie on her back in order to easily remove her pants and socks. He leaned forward and kissed from her breasts to her hips. He slowly removed her panties and admired the temple that rested between her knees. Opening her knees, he smiled at Tara, whose blushing went way past looking like a ripe tomato.

"Why are you embarrassed? You are beautiful, Tara!" Feliciano cooed as he started to stroke her. "Oh, you're so wet, too!"

Tara gasped as his touch drove her wild with insane amounts of pleasure, but it elevated once she felt his tongue slowly licking her from her opening to her clit. She knew he was teasing her, and since she knew the curl on his head was sensitive, Tara twirled it around her finger as he pleased her. She found him to be more enthused that she had touched his sweet spot, and he began to suck on her clit and pull on her lips with his mouth.

"Oh yeah," she moaned with a sigh. Her hips bucked once she felt Feliciano's finger enter her. He was turned on instantly as he felt her tightness; he stuck his finger in and out of her at a slow pace first, but the speed gradually increased as he stroked a certain area on her wall. Tara clutched his hair as she arched her back, holding his face to her private area. He sucked her clit gently as he stroked her on the inside. She began to scream from the intense pleasure, and when he stopped, her heart begged for him to continue.

Feliciano kneeled between her legs, holding his member while exchanging glances with Tara, whose arms were snaked around his neck.

"Are you a virgin, Tara?" he asked; he didn't want to hurt her and he needed to know just in case. She shook her head.

"No, Feliciano," she answered. "You asked me that because you don't want to hurt me?"

"Si," he said with one of his cute smiles. He plunged into her depths and thrusted in and out slowly to build up intensity for the both of them. Tara held him close and they shared yet another passionate kiss. Feliciano went to kiss her neck and the base of it, and he began moaning as she arched her back.

"Feliciano!" she shouted in ecstasy. "Faster! Please!"

Holding onto her bucking hips, Feliciano did as requested and quickened his pace, hitting a sensitive spot inside her that made her moan and shout even louder than before.

"FEEELIII!!!" Tara shouted, a nickname she rarely used. Her nails dug into his back as he delved deeper into her; it was pure heaven.

"It's so tight. It feels so great!" Feliciano said, enraptured by the sexual bliss present in the room.

"I...I'm going to cum!" Tara said after a few more minutes.

"Me, too, amore! Lets do it together," he told her as she held him close to her. Her screams and his groans led to the messy climax that concluded their lovemaking. When Feliciano pulled out, his semen dripped out of Tara's entrance. She spread herself open to rid herself of the impregnating substance and then cuddled in Feliciano's arms.

"Te amo, Tara," he told her in his beautiful native language. She smiled and they kissed each other.

"I love you?" she guessed. He nodded with blushing pink cheeks.

"Yes, I do love you," he agreed.

"Same," Tara said.

Suddenly, there was a familiar presence near the bedroom door that caught Feliciano's attention. Lifting his head from the bed, he watched as the white wooden door burst open, revealing his friend Germany with a mortified look on his face.

"What the--"

"Get out of here! Hey! Come on!" Feliciano said, embarrassed to be naked in front of him. Germany closed the door, but heard his friend's cutesy voice.

"Did you see anything, Germany?!" he asked in a shout.

"No," he said. "I am giving you one hour to sleep in there with your girlfriend."

"You don't mean that! Give us the night! Please?!" Feliciano begged. Tara laughed at this.

"Fine," Germany answered in his manly, gruff voice.

"Yes! Yes!" Feliciano said. He and Tara cuddled on the bed for the rest of the night, and during this, she became his one and only girlfriend.

Twilight in Paris (A France Lemon--Hetalia)

Ah, a twilight in Paris, the city of lights, was everything I hoped it would be. As I sat on the balcony in a tan wicker woven chair with cream white seat cushions holding a glass of red wine in my hand, the Eiffel Tower seemed so far away from me, lights glowing to outline its majestic shape as dusk grew darker. The Arc de Troimphe stood closer to the hotel I stayed in during me and my boyfriend's vacation in his home country.

I had been in a relationship with a Frenchman named Francis (I know, his name is a coincidence), and he was the greatest guy I had ever met. He was romantic to the core--he took me out on dates to only the finest restaurants and clubs, showered me with beautiful and expensive gifts, and he was just an all-around gentlemen. The thing I loved most about him was that whenever there was a rose bush around, he'd always take a moment to carefully pluck the best one and give it me while saying something so romantic my head would be stuck in the clouds for the rest of the day. In bed, he was amazing--he made love to me with an immeasurable amount of ardor every time and it was never boring. I had been to France with him twice since we had begun dating two years before. Though at times he was possessive and somewhat controlling, I still loved him very much--he was my everything, and it was pretty evident that he'd be nothing without me.

"I think you should be coming to bed now, mon cherie," I heard Francis say from inside our suite. I stood up from my hair and sipped my glass of red wine before walking inside and shutting the glass doors leading to the balcony. I turned around and Francis under the clean white cotton sheets, staring at me lustfully.

"Hey, Francis," I said. He continued looking at me with the look that told me that he was burning for me. I walked over to the bed and sat down. Hearing the sound of ruffling sheets, I felt his presence grow closer with each second passing, and before I knew it, the sensation of his breath on my neck sent chills throughout my body. I arched my neck back briefly, aware that he was going to seduce me, but then I looked into his great blue eyes.

"Je veux que vous adorez," he whispered softly. I sighed; I fell in love with him over and over again whenever he spoke French in that tone of voice. It was just then that I noticed he was not wearing any clothes under the sheets--looking down, I could see his bulge through the linen.

"Are you wearing clothes, Francis?" I asked him. I knew the answer; I just wanted to know what he'd say.

"No," he answered nonchalantly. "Let's make love, mon cherie. I am so in the mood for passionate love."

His tone grew more fervent and I could not resist his charm. Looking into his eyes, I unbuttoned my mint green blouse and threw it on the chair that was close to the bed but in the corner. Then I removed my pencil skirt and black leather pumps and threw those in the same area where my blouse was. My bra, panties, and stockings were all I was wearing; I didn't blush or cower--we had done this several times before.

I kneeled on the bed and held Francis' face in my hands, kissing him tenderly. His passion grew by the minute, and he kneeled in front of me, placing his hands on my waist. I felt them go up to undo the clasp on my bra as his lips sucked and nibbled at my neck. My back arched once my breasts were exposed, allowing him to freely kiss and caress me.

Francis' lips wandered slowly around my bare bosom, lightly kissing my fullness before he started sucking on my nipples. It felt wonderful--it always had. I guess Francis really loved my breasts. They were not too big but not too small and until he and I had made love for the first time quite some time before, I was so insecure about that part of my body.

"Francis," I moaned as he continued worshipping my bosom. Now, he was caressing and fondling them as he flicked his tongue rapidly over my nipples. I kept on moaning his name, but I was so caught up in the ecstasy of the moment that I had no idea what to say.

He continued moving lower on my body, so I laid on my back to give him more freedom to explore. He seemed to know my body well; it drove me absolutely insane when he kissed my hips. I moaned, and I felt myself get wetter as he continued.

He took off my underpants and threw them aside, beginning to kiss my thighs gently. I smiled devilishly as he moved lower to my knees, shins, ankles, and when he got to my feet. I began to wonder why he had all of a sudden started sucking my toes.

He had never done this before, so this was definitely new and unusual. It felt strange (even though my stockings were still on), but it was erotic in a way. I cringed as I watched him, and when he stopped, he stared into my eyes.

"Is there something wrong, amour?" He asked me. I cocked an eyebrow up in confusion.

"Why did you just do that?" I questioned. He smiled at me with unbridled lust in his eyes.

"When I say I want to worship you, I worship every part of you. Not just the usual, mon cherie," Francis told me. I watched him situate himself between my legs, and when I felt his warm breath on my womanhood, I became more aroused than I had been. He traced his tongue around my folds, lapping up my natural taste and juices. I moaned and sighed uncontrollably. I felt his index finger rub my clit gently, and then the inserted his finger inside me, placing his tongue on my clit. After moving his index finger in and out of me, his middle finger joined in and both fingers rubbed my g-spot gently.It was like dying and going to heaven; it felt amazing.

"Francis! Oh my! Stop torturing me!!! I need it now! Please give it to me, Francis!!" I screamed, holding my breasts as my back arched and my hips moved wildly out of control. He seemed to ignore me; I felt his middle finger go up further inside of me. It felt odd but I assumed he was touching my cervix. This also was something new and unusual; he had never gone that far up inside me before. It was so pleasurable that I grabbed a pillow and screamed in it.

"FRANCIS!!! PLEASE!! I need it so BAD!!" Those were the words I screamed into the fluffy white pillow before Francis stopped pleasing me and pulled the pillow away from me, kissing me with intense ardor as he entered me. I arched my neck back and sighed gently as he thrust in and out at a regular pace.

"Oh, Francis," I sighed, my passion's flame growing calmer. He leaned down and kissed my neck and breasts softly as his thrusts intensified.

"Lac de votre corps est le seul que je pourrais jamais noyer po," Francis said with ferocious passion as his pace increased. "Je voudrais mourir en vous aimant!"

I was at the peak of my arousal; once he began speaking French, I lost it. Within minutes we reached our climax, and when he pulled out, I laid on the bed, breathing heavily as my arms were spread out. Francis was suddenly gone, but came back holding something in his hand. I say up, taking a deep breath, and he did as well.

"Hold out your hand," he said with his beautiful-sounding accent. I did so, and in my hand fell a gold diamond solitaire ring. My eyes lit up; I was so surprised because Francis did not seem like the marrying type when we had first met. I looked up and smiled. Tears formed in my eyes as I listened to what he had to say.

"Mon amour, I love you more than Romeo loved Juliet, and though I hope our love is not tragic, please say that you will marry me?" Francis said sweetly.

I nodded rapidly and impulsively. He was such a great boyfriend--I was confident he'd make a wonderful husband. I jumped into his arms excitedly, kissing him.

"Yes!! I will!! I love you so very much, Francis!" I told him.

And that is how I spent the night where I saw my first Parisian twilight...

When She Said I Do... (A Hetalia America One-Shot)

Standing on a wide stool with her bridesmaids making final adjustments to her dress before her wedding to Alfred, Penny Hingham faced the full-length wood framed mirror, admiring her reflection through a thin white mesh veil. Her dress was made of fine Belgian lace and had long sleeves and a full poofy skirt of fine satin. On the bodice that flattered her voluptuous hourglass figure was a sash wrapped around her petite waist that tied in a large decorative bow in the back. Her veil covered her face and had a tiara of silver and cubic zirconia diamonds, which was fastened by combs to her fiery red hair that was styled in a classic chignon. Once you stepped down from the stool, your bridesmaids gasped in awe at how beautiful a bride she was.

"You look so beautiful, Penny!" Beatrice, your maid of honor, cooed with her hands to her mouth. You looked at her dress, a light purple long-sleeves gown, and smiled--any shade of violet complimented her golden blonde hair perfectly.

"You do, too, Bea," Penny answered. A bridesmaid took her hand and led her to the garden, which served as the backyard of Alfred's small mansion.

"Come now or Alfred will think you've gotten cold feet!" she urged.

After being led to the beginning of the aisle of rows set up facing the trellis arch where she and Alfred were to be married, the bridesmaids wished her luck as they processed down the aisle with the maid of honor leading them. Each of them held a bouquet of lavender flowers and pink roses. When the time came for Penny to walk down the aisle, she took a deep breath and clutched her bouquet of red and white roses tightly as she walked slowly toward the minister and Alfred, the groom, who were standing under the trellis arch. The bridal march was played by two renowned violinists from France; Francis (France) made this particular contribution to his ally's special day. Penny looked ahead and saw Alfred look at her through his large, gleaming glasses, and she saw he was properly dressed for the occasion in a black tuxedo and bow tie. Once she got to the arch, Alfred took Penny's hand and kissed it, trying to be a gentleman to his new bride.

"You look beautiful," he said to her before the minister began reading from his book.

"Dearly beloved, we all gather here today to witness the union of Alfred Jones and Penny Hingham," he began.

Penny was nervous inside, but she knew that Alfred would be the best husband in the world. The two had met as young children and they maintained close contact through the years. They had dated for a brief time in high school, but rekindled their flame just two years before their wedding. Though it was somewhst tumultuous, they still were very compatible with each other.

"Do you, Alfred Jones, take Penny Hingham to be your lawfully wedded wife; for better or for worse, through sickness and in health, till death do you part?" the minister asked.

"I do," Alfred replied.

"And do you, Penny Hingham, take Alfred Jones to be your lawfully wedded husband; for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" the minister asked the bride. She nodded softly.

"I...I do," she said shyly. Vows and rings were exchanged by the couple, and the minister concluded the rite.

"If there are any present who object to this union and feels that these two should not be married, speak now for forever hold your peace," he declared. No one responded--it made Penny feel better knowing that people were happy for her on her marriage to Alfred.

"Alright then," the minister whispered. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Alfred moved closer and picked up the veil that covered Penny's pretty face. After looking into her sparkling green eyes, he leaned down and kissed her, embracing her while doing so. People clapped, but then there was one more announcement.

"I now present Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Jones," he said. As Alfred and Penny walked back to the entryway, people threw rice at them, but out of nowhere came red rosebuds. Alfred looked over and saw Francis toss them at he and his new wife.

"Thanks, Francis!" he said.

One Messed Up Night (A Germany + Italy Lemon)

I thought it would be good to write a lemon featuring Germany (Ludwig) and Italy (Feliciano). Enjoy!!!
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Just hours ago, Ludwig was out with Prussia, indulging in beer over a late night conversation. After becoming intoxicated to the point where he tripped with every step he took, he was dragged home by Kiku (Japan) with the help of Feliciano. Despite that he was completely unaware of his surroundings due to his drunkenness, he managed to sleep for four hours straight.

When he finally opened his eyes, he realized he had never suffered such a horrible headache in his life. He rubbed his head roughly to relieve it, messing up his blond hair in the process. It had been slicked back like always, but now strand stuck out in random spots on his head. He turned his head to his right, and let out a shout upon seeing Feliciano laying next to him, staring at Ludwig with a big grin on his face.

"Ah, you're awake!" Feliciano said cheerfully.

"Aah!" Ludwig shrieked, jerking himself up to sit up straight. "What are you doing here? Why the holy fürhur are you doing laying next me?!"

"Aw, don't be so excited, Germany," Feliciano said. Ludwig's frustration grew as he saw his friend make himself comfortable by laying his arm below his head.

"Get out!" he ordered meanly, standing up to grab his Luger from the bedside table. Pointing it at Feliciano, knowing he'd respond in a cowardly way, he gave him a death stare, watching the Italian grovel at his feet out of fear Ludwig would kill him. What an idiot, the German thought, he actually thinks I will kill him.

"Please don't kill me, Germany! I'll do anything you ask me to!! I'll cook you some pasta with meatballs!! I'll write you a new song! I'll do anything just please don't kill me!!" Feliciano cried.

The Italian got confused when Ludwig began laughing heartily at him. Catching on, he laughed also, but the fear came back into him when Ludwig's face was stern again.

"You really think I'd kill you, Italy?" Ludwig asked, testing the stupidity he thought was within Feliciano at that moment. He giggled, still on his knees at Ludwig's feet.

"Would you?" the Italian asked. Ludwig sighed, putting the gun back on the bedside table. Feliciano sighed in relief, but he realized he had to tell him something important.

For a while now, Feliciano really liked Ludwig--it was also the only logical explanation as to why he spent so much time with him and even slept in his bed some nights. Ludwig was completely oblivious to the fact that Feliciano was making advances toward him, and often got angry when he got too clingy with him. He hated it most when Feliciano slept in his bed with him and half the time, he didn't know he was there. There would come a moment like this, where Feliciano would be sleeping next to Ludwig, who had been so drunk he didn't know where he was.

"Are you alright now?" the Italian asked. "You were so drunk after all that beer you drank with Prussia. You passed out, so Japan and I brought you here." Ludwig rubbed his forehead, and then moved his hand down to rub his eyes. Upon looking at Feliciano, he felt his cheery friend's lips crash onto his own, causing his eyes to widen in shock as Feliciano kissed him. Ludwig pushed him off roughly, wiping his mouth in repulsion.

"What the holy fürhur are you doing?! Are you crazy?!" the German shouted with anger in his eyes. Now he had really done it, and Feliciano knew he had to explain his most recent annoying action.

"Feliciano threw his short, petite arms at Ludwig and held him as tight as he humanly could."

"Germany, I love you!" he confessed with a worried tone of voice. Feliciano threw his short, petite arms at Ludwig and held him as tight as he humanly could. Ludwig groaned distastefully; I am not gay, he told himself, I am probably still drunk and hearing nonsense.

"Even though we were enemies before, we are friends now, and I love you. You are a really good guy, Germany. Even though I was your prisoner, you gave me good food that didn't suck like what England fed me. Oh, the sausages and cheeses you fed me always tasted so good, and even I cooked for you, too. Don't you remember, Germany?" Feliciano confessed thoroughly. Ludwig kept a straight face--he didn't want to be totally cruel to his friend and he knew he was not gay.

"Yes, I remember," he sighed. "But just so you know, Italy, I am not gay."

"Oh," Feliciano replied with a frown. "Can't you just try it? Just once? I'll leave you alone after, and we can just be friends!"

"I'd rather we just not do it and say we did," Ludwig resisted firmly. Feliciano's eyes were pleading--how could Ludwig resist that cute little face that always caught his attention and annoyed him at the same time? The Italian kissed the strong German on the cheek gently, and Ludwig looked at him.

"See? It's not so bad! Please?" he begged. Ignoring him, the German laid back on the bed and rubbed his eyes. Then he felt something odd--his eyes were closed, and when he opened them, he saw Feliciano straddling his legs, his head near the zipper on his pants.

"Hmm...I wonder what your sausage is like, Germany," Feliciano said playfully as he pulled the zipper down. Ludwig jerked up, but before he could stop Feliciano, he felt the Italian stick his large member in his mouth, licking the tip and sticking the shaft in and out of his mouth. The German arched his neck back. It feels so good, he thought, I'm not gay but I guess a blowjob from anyone feels good. Groaning from the unusual source of pleasure, he held onto Feliciano's head and ran his fingers through his russett brown hair. He touched the sensitive curl on the side of his head, making him moan as he sucked Ludwig off.

"Italy, mein gott," he whispered, finally accepting the blissful feeling of being stimulated. After a few minutes, Ludwig could feel himself orgasm, and he groaned loudly as his seed filled Feliciano's mouth. He swallowed it and licked his lips seductively.

"Tastes so good," Feliciano said, going up to Ludwig to kiss him passionately. The German could taste traces of his own seminal fluid as his tongue danced with Feliciano's. They fought for dominance for quite some time before the Italian won. Ludwig, suddenly enamoured with his friend, removed Feliciano's shirt and pants, planting kisses on his neck, chest and stomach.

"Germany!" the Italian sighed with a giggle. Ludwig removed Feliciano's underpants and looked at his member--it was thick, but it was shorter than his by two or three inches. He leaned down and began licking the tip, making Feliciano scream with pleasure.

"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!" the Italian chanted ecstatically. When Ludwig took Feliciano's shaft in and out of his mouth, the Italian arched his back and sighed noisily, chanting his name. Just before he reached his orgasm, Ludwig stopped and removed his own clothing before doing anything else.

"Te amo, Germania!" Feliciano told the German in a sigh before Ludwig crashed his lips onto his, kissing him fervently before the Italian got on all fours. Ludwig positioned himself behind Feliciano and slid his erection into Feliciano's asshole.

"Ah," the Italian said as Ludwig started out with slow, steady thrusts. The German groaned as he felt the sensation of Feliciano's tight ass. The Italian moaned and groaned, shutting his eyes tightly as he gripped the bedspread.

"Germany! Germany!" Feliciano moaned. "It feels so good!"

Ludwig ignored him, increasing his speed as he slammed into his ass harder. He knew deep down he was only having gay sex with Feliciano to keep him from annoying him even more. He hated sticking his dick into another man's ass, but it was the only way to keep Feliciano from bugging him. After all, he was drunk and saw that giving in was the only way to get his friend to shut up.

"Germany!" Feliciano repeated, close to his orgasm. Strangely, Ludwig felt himself start to come closer to his climax, and when he did, he came inside Feliciano's ass. He felt better it was over, but oddly enough, it was ironic that though he hated it, it felt good enough for a climax to be even possible. He pulled out of Feliciano and dragged the sheet down so he could sleep snug in his bed. Feliciano joined him, but even though Ludwig was reluctant, he knew he had no choice--he had sex with him for heaven's sake!

Feliciano moved closer to Ludwig and placed a hand over his muscular chest, resting his head on his broad shoulder. Ludwig looked at Feliciano sternly, and the cheery Italian noticed his glare.

"Italy?" he said.

"Yes, Germany?" Feliciano asked with a smile.

"I'm still not gay. You can say you love me all you want, but know that I am still drunk from earlier and I would never do this if I were sober," Ludwig said. Feliciano raised his eyebrows as he kept looking at the German.

"Why not?" he asked. Ludwig groaned and turned on his side.

"Shut up and go to sleep," he ordered.

Leibe ist und der luft (Hetalia Germany + Reader LEMON)

NOTE: If you are easily offended by adult themes, do not read!

This is my first ever fanfiction for Hetalia. Germany aka Ludwig is my anime crush and he personifies my dream man (too bad he isn't a real person). Boo-hoo. Ok, let's get to the good stuff. By the way, "leibe ist und der luft" means "love is in the air" in German.

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You were sitting on the edge of an old fountain that was constructed entirely out of stone and was quite large in size. Standing in the middle of the water was a a statue of a robust female water bearer with a jug held on her shoulder--a hole was where water spurted out delicately into the fountain. You were waiting for someone very special; someone with whom you shared a mutual love that was passionate and seemingly perfect. It was only a matter of time before you saw him walk toward you. As he joined you on the edge of the fountain, your heart began racing faster than a motorcar--it was Ludwig, a German who was the epitome of masculinity and sternness. His light blond hair was always slicked back, and you constantly urged him to let it loose in public but to no avail. Whenever your eyes met, his piercing blue eyes stabbed into your soul like knives; since you saw it this way, you saw the pain of these 'knives' to be extremely pleasurable. Most of all, you liked his sense of strength, even though he was very serious most of the time. This seriousness, you saw, was one big factor in his devotion to you.

"Hallo, lieben," he said in his thick German accent shortly before kissing your cheek gently. It always baffled you that for such a rough guy his touch was so delicate it made your skin crawl.

"Hi," you said as he moved closer to you and pulled a big bunch of ruby red roses from behind him. You gasped--he never surprised you like this in public.

"Wow!" you exclaimed excitedly. "Ludwig, these are beautiful!"

"Not as beautiful as you, (name)," he told you. You smiled softly, your eyes still fixed on the red roses wrapped in clear plastic wrap. You looked down and saw a red satin ribbon tying the crimson bouquet together.

Suddenly, the sound of running feet on the brick ground diverted you and Ludwig from your precious moment near the fountain. Ludwig looked over and his eyes widened--it was his friend Italy, running as joyfully as ever toward you both. His reddish-brown hair blew in the gentle breeze as he panted upon stopping.



"Germany! Germany! You left me stranded in the bakery! I only wanted to sample the bread and you left me!" he exclaimed in his usual tone. To you, he was always cheerful, and when Ludwig wasn't around, Italy always kept you occupied by cooking delicious food for you and singing songs that made you laugh. You didn't see him as much of a disturbance, but it was ironic that you were embarrassed to kiss Ludwig in front of him; but that was because you perceived Italy as too immature to handle seeing such things.

"No, Italy," your German lover said with an aggravated tone in his voice. "I went to the florist to get roses for (name). Is that alright with you?" Italy's cinnamon brown eyes grew wider--how adorable he was while like this. Then again, he was like your little brother.

"Ah, va bene. Hai preso le rose rossi per la tua ragazza! Che dolce!" he cooed. Luckily, you were a fluent Italian speaker--you understood what he was saying. You understood him much better than you did Ludwig, even though you all had met just two months before. German just wasn't your strong suit, much to your lover's dismay.

"Get out of here," Ludwig demanded, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"Why? Why can't I be with you? (Name) likes when I'm around," Italy said. You smiled at him before hugging Ludwig so tightly you could feel his heartbeat through his clothes. Then, he suddenly stood up and looked at Italy sternly.

"Listen, I am going back to my place with (name), and if you disturb me once, you are rotten liverwurst. Understand?" Ludwig warned with a tone of voice similar to his facial expression. Italy just stood there, and as we walked off, you hear Italy saying goodbye in good spirits.

"Goodbye! Maybe later I'll come and make you two dinner! (Name) loves when I cook!" You giggled softly and continued walking with Ludwig to his place.


When you and Ludwig entered his apartment, you noticed that he looked aggravated and annoyed. His cheeks were red and his breathing was unsteady. He sat on the bed with his elbow on his knee, resting his chin on his fist. Growing concerned, you walked into the bedroom and sat beside him, hoping to make him feel more at ease. Your hands were on his broad shoulder and muscular right arm as your eyes were fixed on his facial expression.

"Ludwig?" you asked. "Are you OK?" He looked at you and sighed heavily.

"I wish Italy didn't annoy me so much," he responded.

"He means well, Ludwig," you reminded him softly. "He's your friend, isn't he?" He took a breath and looked at you with a strange emotion in his eyes.

"Yes, but I wish he wasn't such a pussy, (name)," he answered firmly, trying to get his point across. You looked at him, defensive of Italy.

"Look, I know how you feel but that doesn't give you a right to be like that," you told him. He took another sigh.

"Well, alright," he said with a calmer voice. Your eyes met, and you could feel those piercing blue eyes stab through you. Caressing your cheek gently with his rough, calloused hand, he leaned in an kissed you tenderly.

You moaned softly as your tongues met in a dominance fight, which Ludwig ended up winning. You gasped upon feeling his hand fondle your breast through your shirt, which gave him the opportunity to dart his tongue in and out of the hollow of your throat, making you moan louder. He broke the kiss and looked at you with solemn lust in his eyes.

"Lie on your back, (name)," Ludwig commanded as though he was a military sergeant talking to a soldier. You raised your eyebrows and looked at him, curious about his motives for telling you to do so.

"How come?" you sassed. This left him no choice--Ludwig crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you so fervently you fell back on the bed with a thud. Breaking the kiss, he looked down at you.

"I want you so bad. Forgive me, but I can't wait anymore," he told you seductively with his thick German accent. You thought for a moment; you were a virgin, and as for Ludwig, you knew he had had made love with a girl before. Curious and willing, you agreed to give into his carnal desires.

"Are...are you sure, Ludwig?" you questioned with a blank stare on your face.

"Ja," he told you, kissing you once more.

As you reciprocated his kissing, he began to unbutton your white blouse which was made of fine, smooth fabric. He threw it aside, and you blushed as he looked down at your bra. You chuckled, but Ludwig looked serious.

"Ludwig?" you asked. Before you knew it, he took off your bra and threw it aside where your blouse was. He leaned down and gently fondled, kissed, and caressed your breasts. You gasped and moaned as if there were no tomorrow, and Ludwig was turned on with each passing moment where you did so.

"Ludwig," you sighed. You chanted his name, your mind caught up in the ecstasy and heat of the moment. His tongue teased both nipples, and it only made you moan and gasp louder. Moving lower, his hand reached behind and you felt his fingers trail down the small of your back as he kissed your stomach and hips shortly before removing your panties. Once your panties were off, you quickly put your hands over your private parts, closing your knees tightly. After he removed all but his underpants, your German lover looked at you with a pout that turned you on ten times more.

"Open your legs," he ordered sternly. "It will not be that bad."

You took in a deep breath; you were so nervous, but when the air finally came into your lungs, you felt comfortable again and enough to allow him to see all of you. You saw him smile devilishly as he leaned down to kiss your hips and thighs just shortly before he started stroking you.

"Ludwig! Ah! Oh my!" you moaned in response to the sensation of his fingers tracing the slick folds of your divinity. Your hips moved around, and you couldn't control it. You heard Ludwig laugh at your reaction as he tasted his fingers.

"Mmm, you taste so good," he groaned, beginning to please you with his tongue. You arched your back, driven wild by his passion. You screamed, moaned, panted--it didn't matter; Ludwig was enjoying himself very much, and even though you were as well, you felt as though he were having all of the fun.

"Ludwig! Oh...it feels so good," you sighed, arching your back as your hips moved uncontrollably. He held your hips firmly, keeping them still so he could suck on the bundle of nerves just above your entrance. You began to shout and scream, but when he tried sliding a finger inside of you, you felt a sharp sting.

"Ow!" you cried. Ludwig's attention was caught by your pain.

"Are you OK? I'm not hurting you, am I?" he wondered caringly. You sighed with your eyes closed and looked at him.

"I don't know if I ever told you, but...I am a virgin," you said. "Please be gentle."

Nodding, he pulled off his underpants, revealing his member--he was hung like a horse. He had a sizeable girth and it was about 9 inches long. The thought of something that big entering you made you cringe; you could only imagine how much it would have hurt for a virgin like you.

"It's so big," you told him. He smirked and kneeled between your legs, holding his member to guide it into you. He rubbed the tip up and down your wetness before sliding into you gently. As he came down closer to you, your nails dug into his back ravenously as you whimpered in pain.

"It hurts. Take it out," you begged in agony. He thrust it in two more times before saying anything, despite that you had bled on him.

"No," he protested. "It will get better. Trust me."

You nodded slowly, closing your eyes as he thrust in and out a few times more. He crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you to distract you from the pain of losing your virginity to him. You moaned once the pain was replaced by pleasure, and your nails were no longer digging into Ludwig's back. You heard him groan in deep satisfaction.

"Mein gott," he said under his breath. "Ihre muschi ist so eng. Es wird auf meinen schwanz kauen!"

You had not a clue what he was saying, but nevertheless, to hear Ludwig speaking his mother tongue in a moment of ecstasy turned you on. You arched against him, and he moved lower to your neck, kissing and sucking on the sweet spot he had found when you started dating.

"Ludwig! Oh my, oh yeah!" you cried, feeling his member hit a certain spot inside you. You realized you were closer to your climax, and you began to shout even louder than he.

"I can't...take it! I'm going to die!" you screamed. Ludwig gripped your hips tightly as he came inside of you. He pulled out and held you close on the bed with him.

"Ich liebe dich, (name)," he told you, kissing your cheek gently like he had earlier that day.

"I love you, Ludwig," you told him, resting contently in his arms for the rest of the afternoon.