Tea and Wine (A Fem!FrUk LEMON)

I'm finally getting a grip on Yuri fanfictions; they're so fun to write. Enjoy!

"Bleh!" Francine groaned. "These scones taste like cardboard!" Alice looked at her French friend, offended by her statement. Sure, her cooking wasn't the best, but she took pride in her mother's recipe for scones. Francine, for one, wasn't pleased with what her English friend had served that afternoon for 4 o'clock tea. Alice sighed and shook her head.

"Do you seriously think my food is bland?" she asked.

"Oui! It is tasteless!" Francine said. "I don't even want more tea. If you don't mind, I'd like some of my wine, thank you."

Alice watched as her friend pulled out a crystal-clear wine glass and a bottle of rosé, pouring it slowly into her glass after popping the cork off. She sipped the fruity liquid and moaned with satisfaction.

"Un verre de vin est toujour bon," she said in her tongue, taking another sip as she looked at Alice. "Would you like some?"

"No, I'd rather not," Alice said, acknowledging her difficulty with handling alcoholic beverages. Francine stared at her, crossing one leg over the other as she evened out her skirt.

"You got so tipsy with Amelia last week. You were sick for two days," Francine said. "I was lucky."

"You're used to your wine, wanker," Alice retorted. Francine raised her eyebrow in shock.

"You seriously need more drink," the Frenchwoman suggested, walking over to her with a strut. Alice looked at her and blushed violently. 

The young British woman looked at Francine; she was indeed a very beautiful woman, but she was also somewhat pretentious and overly sexual. Her soft light brown hair was in a simple ponytail adorned with a small gold tiara, and she wore a light pink skirt with a white dress shirt and teal blazer. Her eyes were pure amethyst and sparkled seductively to enchant anybody who looked at her. Francine sipped her wine again, and Alice turned around to grab a scone from the silver dish on the rolling cart. 

Just when Alice was about to grab one, she felt a hand squeeze one of her breasts. She jerked up and looked behind her, seeing Francine with a look of delight on her face as she began fondling both of them at the same time from behind. Alice tried to make her stop, but doing so would just be inevitable.

"Francine! Stop! What the bloody hell are you doing?" she asked in a shriek. Francine stopped and turned Alice around to face her; with that, she crashed her lips onto hers, seducing the young Englishwoman instantly.

The way Francine kissed was like none other. It was intimidating, but at the same time it was gentle and loving. Alice started kissing her back, closing her eyes as she felt her apron and baby blue dress slip off her body. Francine wrapped her legs around her waist and carried her to Alice's bedroom nearest the living room.

With her rear facing the lust-filled Frenchwoman, she anticipated her touch, but looked back and noticed her taking off her clothes, stripping off her undergarments before she began running her palms over Alice's bottom.

"Your derrière is so nice," she said, leaning down to remove her underpants slowly. She went closer and started licking her womanhood from behind, stroking the slick folds as her tongue made it even wetter.

"Ah! Bloody hell! Francine! What are you doing?" Alice asked with frustration. Deep down, she enjoyed the feeling of her friends warm breath on her femininity. Francis turned her over on her back and began kissing her, putting Alice's hands on her full, bare breasts. The young British woman blushed, but realized that they felt great in her hands as she cupped and fondled them.

"Oui," Francine sighed gently as she kneeled, letting her friend caress and suck on her breasts.

"You are...beautiful," Alice said, marveling at the Frenchwoman's beautiful curves. She ran her hands slowly over her narrow waist and shapely hips, leaning forward to kiss the soft skin of her breasts. Francine ran her hands through each of Alice's blonde pigtails as her nose trailed gently across her skin with her lips making suction over her nipples.

"Ah," the Frenchwoman moaned with pleasure, holding Alice's head gently as her lips traveled across her beautiful, flawless skin. She arched her neck back, prompting Alice to kiss her neck before stopping at her lips. Their kiss led to Francine being tossed on her back, being kissed by the Englishwoman as her hands caressed her breasts gently. 

Alice worshipped Francine's beauty, trailing her nose down her neck and chest to leave a trail of kisses on her abdomen before stroking her soaking wet femininity with two fingers. The Frenchwoman opened her legs a bit to give her easier leeway, letting her use her tongue to please her.

"Honhon~" Francine giggled as she felt Alice's tongue trace designs on her. She gripped the bed sheets tightly when Alice began sucking on her clit gently, arching her back impulsively.

"Alice!" she moaned loudly. She gasped upon feeling her tongue enter her, and she threw her head back, entwining her fingers where Alice's hands rested on the sides of her hips. Francine savored the feeling and giggled playfully as she felt her tongue go inside of her with a finger to accompany it. Alice's tongue flicked Francine's clit wildly, and the Frenchwoman gasped and panted from the pleasure. She had done this many times with men and women alike, but there was something about the way Alice pleasured her that made her go crazy.

 

"Ah! Alice! I'm going to come!" she shouted.

 

Alice licked her clean upon her release, and savored every bit of her natural taste. Francine's back and neck were arched against the space between she and the young Englishwoman, and she let out short moans of delight as the girl's lips made their way back up her body to kiss her. Their tongue met in a small game of dominance, which ended with Francine winning and making Alice go on all fours. Her panties were already off, and as she blushed, the Frenchwoman rubbed her buttocks as she licked at the hole between them. Alice's eyes widened in shock.

 

"Ah! Not there! Stop!" she begged.

 

"Non," her friend said. "This is always fun. Honhonhon~"

 

Alice didn't particularly like the idea of having her ass licked, but it somehow made her moan. Francine's hands fondled her cheeks as she licked deeper. Alice looked back at her and placed her hand just above her rear end, and when Francine stopped licking to playfully bite at her butt, Alice couldn't help but laugh a little bit.

 

Francine's tongue moved back to her ass, but then went to lick her moist womanhood, spreading the lips apart to access her clit and suck on it gently. The Englishwoman sighed with pleasure. She knew it felt much better than having her ass licked.

 

"Feel good, oui?" Francine asked. Alice moaned.

 

"Stick a finger in me," she begged with a sigh.

 

Without question, she slowly inserted one of her perfectly-manicured fingers inside of her, and as she moved it in and out, her tongue went up and licked her ass again, making Alice's arch back at the sudden speed of her tongue.

 

"Ah! Francine! Stop!" she begged.

 

"Non, this part is always fun," she answered, continuing to lick her behind ravenously. Her finger went faster inside of Alice, and within a few minutes, the young Englishwoman was on the verge of climax.

 

"Ah! Stop!" she begged.

 

With that, Alice got on her back with Francine on top of her, kissing her as her finger reentered Alice. Another finger stroked her clit with enough pressure to cause her release. Once she felt a smooth liquid pour on her fingers, Francine raised them to her mouth and licked them clean, giving one of her fingers to Alice so she could taste her own natural flavor.

 

"Mmm," Alice moaned as she gently licked and sucked the Frenchwoman's finger.

 

"Bon," Francine cooed with a giggle. "Honhon~"

 

Suddenly, Francine pulled out a blue plastic dildo that was rather large in size, but it was not a strap-on. Francine licked it gently, getting it nice and wet for ease of entry in Alice. She leaned down and sucked and licked the Englishwoman's breasts as she put the dildo into her.

 

"Agh," Alice moaned, letting her body adjust to its size. "It's so big."

 

"I know. That's why I got it," she said, continuing to suck on her breasts as she put the dildo in and out of Alice. With every passing second, Alice's moans grew louder as she ran her fingers through Francine's light brown ponytail.

 

"H-harder," she begged with a sigh. Francine smiled against her skin and went so hard that the dildo hit the sweet spot inside of Alice. She arched her back, jerking her head back with pleasure.

 

"Ah! Francine!" she shouted.

 

"What is it? Should I go...faster?" With that being said, she moved it really fast in and out of her.

 

"Ah! Stop!" Alice pleaded, a look of ecstasy on her face.

 

"Non, I love the look on your face." The Frenchwoman began to touch herself as she moved it as fast and hard as she could. It did not take long for Alice's to climax.

 

"AH!" Alice shouted once last time until coming all over the dildo. Francine laughed.

 

"Honhonhon~" she said, taking it out to lick it clean. She placed it on the bedside table and held Alice close, whispering in her ear.

 

"C’était amusant. We should try again some time," Francine said. Alice looked up into her eyes and kissed her.

 

"I...I love you," she told her. Francine planted a soft kiss on her friend's neck and smiled.

 

"J'taime," she replied.

Fine French Linens (A Hetalia France + England LEMON)

"Ah, Francis," Arthur moaned just before his lover started to kiss him passionately. He had never thought he was gay, but being with Francis changed all that--the Frenchman had successfully seduced him with his passion-laced accent that evening. Arthur, who had not had sex in a very long time, realized how deprived he was and felt no choice but to give into Francis' charms.

Their tongues danced passionately between them as their lips fit perfectly with each others. Francis moaned and smiled as he kissed Arthur, who groaned heavily as the Frenchman undid his necktie with his teeth. He pulled it off slowly and began to unbutton the shirt, trailing his nose down to his chest the more it got exposed to him. Arthur's fingers intertwined with Francis' long blond locks as he kissed his chest. Arthur took the shirt off him, allowing the Frenchman to worship him with even more kisses.

"Francis," he sighed. The Frenchman looked up at him coolly with his blue eyes and smirked.

"Is this your first time with a man?" Francis asked.

"Yes," Arthur told him.

"Honhonhon," he giggled. "I guess I better be gentle with you then."

Nodding, Arthur looked up at the already-nude Frenchman, whose blue eyes stared down at him lustfully. His thin fingers trailed down his chest and undid his belt shortly before pulling off his pants to reveal his blue and white boxers.

Francis went down over Arthur and saw that he had a bulge growing in his underpants. Seeing this, he stroked it slowly but with enough pressure to make Arthur react strangely at first before appreciating the pleasure.

"Oh, god," he said, responding to the Frenchman's passionate touch.

"Honhonhon," Francis laughed as he took off his underpants and saw his member. It was rather big, and Francis was turned on instantly. He took his member into his mouth and sucked on his shaft slowly. Arthur arched his neck back as he reached down to run his fingers through the Frenchman's blond hair.

"Ah, yeah! Francis!"

The Frenchman quicked his pace, and started to cup his sack and fondle him. Arthur continued to groan from the pleasure he was receiving. He knew that Francis fell in love with any man or woman who was beautiful, but he never considered himself attractive enough for Francis to like him in a particular way.

"I...I can't! Francis!" Arthur shouted. "I'm going to cum everywhere!"

Francis took his mouth off his dick, but he continued to stroke him until the salty, warm seed spurted out of his member. Arthur knelt on the bed and watched Francis as he got on all fours with his butt facing the Brit, who was somewhat confused.

"What, Arthur?" he asked. "You just stick it in there, like this."

The Frenchman reached for the Brit's dick, and Arthur went closer to him. Francis guided his member in his ass, moaning as it went it--Arthur thought this felt amazing.

"Oh, wow! I never knew this would feel so good," the Brit told Francis.

"Honhon, it does. You can move now," he told him.

Arthur held his hips as his member went in and out of him, and Francis gripped the sheets tightly, savoring every moment Arthur was inside of him.

"Oui! Oui!" he moaned, shouting even louder as he repeated himself.

"Wow, oh my God," Arthur groaned, going even harder and faster than before. Francis felt his climax begin to build, and once he felt the Brit's cum inside of him, he moaned loudly. Arthur pulled out of him, and they came closer to each other to cuddle as they fell asleep.

Star-Spangled Fantasy (America + Reader Hetalia LEMON)

POOM!
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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."

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.