Just Brushing Her Hair (A Fem!Gerita LEMON)

First yuri lemon...hope you enjoy!!

"Monika!" the young Italian girl called out, holding her ornate cameo hairbrush as she tried to undo her braids. The German woman in the other room walked in, having just dressed in a white tank top and a clean pair of training pants. She groaned with irritation.

"What is it?" Monika asked, rolling her eyes as she saw Feliciana sitting there at her vanity table with one braid undone and the other without its tie, but every strand was still intact.

"Can you brush my hair, please?" Feliciana asked with blushing cheeks to compliment her smile.

"Can't you do it yourself?" she asked. Shieße, she thought, walking toward her friend, can't she ever do anything herself?

"Monika! It just isn't the same when I do it! Please?" the Italian girl pleaded. The German woman groaned and shook her hair, undoing her other braid and gathering all of her auburn-brown hair to brush it gently. As she brushed with gentle strokes, Feliciana seemed to enjoy it very much.

"Vee," she moaned in a cutesy voice.

"This is why I cut my hair short," Monika said, looking in the mirror at herself as she brushed the auburn locks of her Italian friend. As she brushed the long tresses, the German girl looked at her own hair; it was cut unevenly, though as a little girl, she had her light blonde hair in braids. As a teenager, her hair was loose but held back with a headband. However, to be more like her brothers, she cut all of her hair off and it had been that way ever since. Monika considered herself a strong woman; she really was, too, both in the mind and body. 

Monika, like many German girls, was very tall and robust with large breasts and wide hips. She also has an unusual amount of physical strength for a woman. Her eyes were as blue as her brother Ludwig's, and with him, she shared her light blonde hair. Monika also dressed similarly to her brothers, often wearing a tank top, training pants and combat boots.

She continued to brush her friend's hair, looking at Feliciana's pretty, relatively petite frame sitting on the stool. She was wearing a springtime ensemble with a white top that laced up in the back and a dark red, voluminous skirt that reached her knees. She had a warm, honey-like skin tone, especially after harvesting tomatoes with her sister Lovina in the garden all day in the sun. Her eyes also reflected warmth with their amber-brown shade, and she was always so happy with a smile on her face. At the same time she was very sensitive with tender emotions, her feelings often getting hurt if Monika or Sakura didn't want to spend time with her or if her sister Lovina was making fun of her. 

As Monika brushed Feliciana's hair, she unknowingly brushed the only curl on her head. In response, the girl moaned sensually. Monika was annoyed, and thinking it was a knot, she tugged at it with her brush, and in a flash Feliciana jumped into her arms, hugging her as her lips crashed onto those of the German woman. Her icey blue eyes widened, her cheeks blushing as she received the kiss. She pushed her away, wiping her mouth afterwards.

"Heilig sheiße! What the hell is wrong with you, Feli?" Monika snapped, an aggravated look on her face. Feliciana's face looked as though she were on the verge of crying, frowning as her friend grew frustrated with her impulsive advances. She looked down at her feet and looked up at Monika, not saying a word as she hugged her, resting her head against the woman's large breasts. The Italian girl placed her hands on the woman's large breasts, but Monika, knowing that Feliciana was emotionally sensitive (also the fact that Monika liked her), she only blushed.

"Feli," she said, liking the feeling of the Italian's touch. Feliciana was amazed by how large Monika's breasts were.

"They're so big," she said happily. Without question, Monika crashed her lips onto her friend's, her arms snaking around her waist as he held her tightly. Feliciana moaned gently, but broke the kiss to assess Monika's feelings.

"Aspetti," she said. "I thought you were mad. I'm so sorry, Monika. It's just that you kept brushing my curl and whenever someone touches it...I-I-I go crazy." Monika put her index finger to Feliciana's lips, causing her to blush as the Getman took her closer to her buxom body.

"Honestly, I thought there was a snarl in your hair," she admitted, blushing with a smile. "I...I didn't expect for you to like me as well." Feliciana's eyes widened.

"R-Really?" the Italian asked.

"Ja, to be honest, I really like you Feli," she said. Feliciana smiled happily.

"I'm so happy," she said cheerfully.

"Aren't you always?" Monika asked.

"Not in the same way as when I'm with you," Feliciana admitted, going on her tiptoes to kiss her cheek. 

Monika looked at Feliciana through her shining amber-brown eyes, leaning down to kiss her gently. The Italian girl returned the kiss, fondling the German's breasts through her shirt. She loved their size and the feeling of them, and it made Monika moan upon feeling her touch.

Feliciana helped Monika remove her tank top, then her bra; when the cups came off her breasts, the Italian looked in amazement. Monika seemed so masculine for a woman, and the Italian didn't expect to see such a womanly figure on such a tough, seemingly manly female. Just after going to the bed, Feliciana leaned forward and began sucking the German's neck and full breasts, fondling the unattended one as she moaned loudly.

"Agh-"

"Your body is so beautiful, Monika," Feliciana said, kissing and sucking on her nipples gently. She rolled the pink buds between her teeth gently, flicking her tongue over them.

"Ah! Feli!" Monika took the opportunity to play with her curl to excite her even more. Feliciana, at an instant, took off every inch of her clothing and laid back toward the end of the bed, spreading her legs as her fingers stroked her newly wet folds while her other hand fondled her breast.

"Monika! I can't take it!" Feliciana moaned. 

Blushing red from the unexpected sight of Feliciana pleasuring herself just after she finished stroking her curl, Monika removed her boots, pants and socks and crawled over to her, kissing her thighs before she moved up to her breasts. Feliciana was petite and feminine compared to Monika, but Monika still found her attractive. She kissed her bosom with a feather-light touch, licking her nipples and applying a bit of suction.

"Ah! Vee~" Feliciana sighed with pleasure. Monika continued at her breasts for a total of five minutes. Then, she moved up to Feliciana's lips and kissed her. The Italian laid below the German, and enjoyed the feeling of her Iron Cross pendant tickling her chest.

"Ich liebe dich, Feli," she said. Feliciana smiled and blushed.

"Yay!" she answered. "Ti amo tanto."

Monika's fingers trailed down Feliciana's breast, down her stomach, down the front of her pelvis, until they reached her womanhood. The Italian sighed gently as her friend's fingers teased her clit and her entrance. She could do nothing but beg as she felt herself become wetter by the minute.

"Monika! Ah!" she moaned.

"Feel good?" Monika asked, stroking her a little firmly.

"Sí," the Italian answered, moaning from the ecstasy of her touch. Within a few good moments Monika lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked them, tasting her friend's juices as she cleaned them with her tongue. Liking the taste, the German lowered herself to Feliciana's femininity, kissing and caressing her thighs before lightly brushing her wetness with her tongue.

"Ah!" the Italian groaned.

Feliciana enjoyed Monika's tongue lingering in the area between her legs, and she arched her back with a moan. When she felt herself being licked from the bottom to the top at a teasingly slow pace, she began gripping the bed sheets. Monika moaned to make her feel a vibrating sensation aside from the fact that she liked her natural flavor.

"Monika! It's so good!" Feliciana said, trying not to buck her hips too much. The German put her lips to work by sucking on her inner lips and tugging them gently, shortly before taking her clit into her mouth.

"Monika," she sighed. Her name became a sacred chant; she knew she loved her very much. Monika continued to suck and lick Feliciana until, without warning, she inserted a finger into her wetness.

"Oh," Feliciana moaned, feeling the digit enter her.

"Est ist so eng," Monika said with a slight groan, inserting another finger inside of the Italian. Feliciana grimaced, feeling herself stretch with the entry of her two fingers. Monika looked up at her, kissing and sucking at her inner thigh as her fingers went in and out of her. As Feliciana gasped and panted in ecstasy, Monika rubbed her sweet spot repeatedly, sending waves of pleasure through the girl's body.

"Monika! Ah!!" she shouted. "I can't get enough!" 

The German continued to stroke her sweet spot, flicking and sucking in her clit while doing so. Without warning, Feliciana came all over her tongue, prompting her to lap up the uniquely tart taste of her juices. Monika moved up and sucked on Feliciana's breasts before kissing her lips, allowing her to taste her own juices. The Italian moaned, and they broke the kiss to look into each others eyes. 

Suddenly, Monika went off the bed and went to her bag near the bureau. Feliciana looked over curiously to see why she had left briefly. Then, the German put on a strap-on, which was really large in size. Feliciana looked at her as she walked to the bed and laid down. In order to get the Italian to do what she wanted, Monika kissed her while stroking her curl, and within a few seconds, Feliciana got on top of the strap-on dildo and put it up inside her.

"Ah! Monika! It's inside me now!" she shouted ecstatically as she rode her at a slow pace. Meanwhile, Monika enjoyed the sight of her breasts bouncing up and down as she rode her.

"Enjoying yourself?" Monika asked, placing her hands on the girl's hips.

"Sí! Molto! Sta sento bene!" Feliciana screamed. "Ahh!!"

Monika reached up and placed her hands on the Italian's breasts, their fingers entwining as she moaned heavily. The German then took her on her back and thrusted deep into her with the dildo, wrapping her legs around her waist. Feliciana loved the pleasure and craved it, sucking Monika's breasts again.

"I can't...take it! I'm going to come!" Feliciana said. 

"Do it!" Monika said. When it happened, the German took the strap-on off and licked it clean, letting Feliciana taste her own juices again. Within minutes they were laying on the bed together, caressing each other's breasts and faces gently.

"Feli?" Monika said.

"Sí?" Feliciana asked with a blushing smile.

"I...I want you to be my girlfriend," she said. The Italian's face lit up with joy, and they exchanged embraces. 

"Sí! Ti amo!" she said. "By the way, thank you for brushing my hair."

"Anytime." With that being said, they fell asleep in each others arms.

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.