[fic] Indivisibly and Inseparably
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nachtmusikOn June 8th, 1867, Emperor Franz Josef I was crowned king of Hungary and the Austro-Hungarian Empire was formed. Therefore this is also Austria and Hungary's wedding anniversary. For that reason I wrote an AusHun fic in celebration. Here you guys go, enjoy! Also because this is me, this fic is NSFW.
June 8th, 1867.
That date was one that neither Austria nor Hungary would ever forget. It was, of course, the date of their wedding. The event was one filled with pomp and circumstance, large frilly dresses, an ornate cathedral, countless bouquets of fresh flowers, gourmet meals and decedent desserts, et cetera, but none of that was why the event was so memorable to them. The reason was much simpler than that.
They were in love.
This, of course, is something that would sound obvious to any ordinary person, but nations, of course, are not ordinary people. While they can and will fall in love with each other on a personal level, that rarely factors into their marriages. Marriages are almost always political. So, to Austria and Hungary, being in love and having had the opportunity to marry was definitely something neither would forget.
Their wedding was the typical overblown affair that a marriage of two nations often was, but to Austria and Hungary it was so much more. When it came time for Austria to kiss his bride, they both had to wonder; how many people in the pews were aware that the two nations being wed were actually in love? Surely some of them noticed how tender and passionate their kiss had been, how he’d lingered to release her, and how they’d spent so much of the moments before and after gazing into each other’s eyes. While it honestly didn’t matter either way, Austria hoped people had noticed. He wanted the whole world to know how much he loved her, how much she meant to him. But truly, all that mattered was that she was here now in his arms, as his wife.
Once the ceremony was over, the new couple was immediately swamped with all their guests wishing them well. Or rather, all of their guests with the exception of Prussia and Switzerland. The former was sulking and carrying on about how he should’ve spoken up when the priest asked for reasons why these two should not be wed on the grounds that “specs is too much of a pansy to be able to handle a woman”, and the latter was downing punch and grumbling about being forced to attend “that arrogant twit’s” wedding and how he was only here because Liechtenstein insisted.
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“Are you sure?”
The question was soft, hesitant but excited. Her emerald eyes shone with hope that he was serious.
“Of course I am, meine liebe” came his reply, unusually playful for Austria.
Immediately after the official wedding, Austria had led his new bride to someplace where they could talk in private. He’d proposed that they hold a second wedding that evening. One for just the two of them and the priest.
“I’ve been through so many weddings that were all just for show, but Eliza? What we have here and now, it’s different. What we have is beautiful, and I’d like for it to be as special as possible.”
Hungary blushed at this. She never failed to be impressed with how sweet Austria was to her.
The second ceremony took place at dusk in the rose garden in Austria’s mansion. Hungary arrived even more nervous than she had been for the official wedding. This one felt more real to her.
In the time between the two ceremonies she’d made some alterations to her dress. It has originally been huge and obnoxious and uncomfortable, so she took her sewing kit to it last minute. Removing the bustle and a few layers of the skirt and reattaching them as decorative ruffles and a ribbon for her hair drastically improved the look in her opinion. Of course, she wasn’t particularly an expert in sewing; most of what she did was practical mending of military uniforms. So the stitches weren’t perfect, but she was happy with the result.
Austria’s breath hitched when he saw her in it.
“What’s wrong, don’t you like it?”
A bit of disappointment was audible in her voice.
“No, no, you look stunning. I love it.”
Hungary blushed at the compliment. While hiding her face from him, a bit embarrassed at how easily he was making her blush, she took her time looking around the garden, impressed with how Austria had gotten it set up. They were standing in front of a lattice archway with roses in full bloom growing along it. Past the archway was a somewhat long path lined with decorative bushes that led into the garden. The garden itself was decked out in ornate statues and other garden decorations as usual, but there were some new things as well. Most notably an altar formed from two metal vine lattices and a stone slab, and a wooden cross covered in morning glories behind it. The priest stood at the altar already, waiting for them.
“Shall we, then?”
Austria offered his hand. Since this wedding was just them and the priest, they would walk down the aisle together.
“We shall.”
She took his hand and stepped under the lattice with him. The two walked down the grassy aisle hand in hand, both their hearts hammering in their chests. Despite it being the official wedding, the one earlier had felt mostly easy, like it was little more than a political gesture, which is was, technically. But this? This felt real, because it was.
Fireflies danced about the garden, illuminating the twilight skies along with two candles on either side of the makeshift altar. While it only took a moment for them to walk the path, it felt like an eternity to both of them.
The priest began his part of the service once they reached the altar. Since it was a private service, he’d opted to condense a good portion of his part. Austria was thankful for that; in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but be a little bit anxious to get his new wife back up to his bedroom. Hungary was thinking the same thing, though for her it wasn’t so far into the back of her mind.
The time came for them to say their vows. Both of them were concise about it, but also heartfelt. Austria gave his in Hungarian and Hungary gave hers in German, as an added way to make it more special and sincere.
When it came time for them to say “I do”, both of them were so nervous that their voices were trembling. Nevermind that they already did this earlier in front of hundreds of people. This was so much more nerve wracking now, between just the two of them. They barely heard the priest over the pounding of their hearts and how lost in their own thoughts and emotions they were when he finally said “you now may kiss the bride”.
Slowly, almost cautiously, Austria reaches forward to flip the veil away from Hungary’s face. Time seemed to slow as he leaned in to kiss her. When she wrapped her arms around his neck, it wasn’t a conscious movement but rather an instinctual reaction. His lips brushed hers only lightly at first. He wasn’t sure when he’d wrapped his arms around her, or when his hand found the back of her head, or when he started steadily deepening the kiss, but it all happened. She parted her lips and his tongue slid into her mouth, passion overcoming them both. Even when they broke off at last, they still stayed there holding each other and gazing into each other’s eyes as the fireflies danced around them. The priest was still there, but that didn’t matter to them. The cliché that the whole world felt like nothing but the two of them was quite true at the moment.
“I love you”
She murmured against his ear before they finally pulled apart.
“I love you too.”
Like most newly wed couples, Austria and Hungary were both quite eager for that night, both of them more than ready to consummate. They hadn’t had a chance to change out of their wedding attire, and were still in their dress and tux while on the way to their bedroom. Austria was incredibly nervous, too, however, and Hungary couldn’t help but notice.
“Is something the matter, Sußer?”
Austria blushed even more at the nickname. It pleased him greatly that in the time he’d known her, she went from stubbornly refusing to speak anything but Hungarian to giving him a German pet name.
“Ah, no…I’m just a bit nervous is all”
He answered truthfully as they casually trotted down the hall together to the master bedroom, Hungary’s arm interlocked with Austria’s. Hungary blinked a little at that statement.
“Nervous? Why?”
She asked as he opened the bedroom door. His hand shook a little as he slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open. He lit an oil lamp by his bed and shut the door behind Hungary when she stepped into the room. He was looking down, blushing, and fidgeting.
“W-Well, the truth is…”
Hungary was a bit worried now. This wasn’t like Austria at all.
“I-I’m…well…I’m not sure I’ll be able to satisfy you tonight…Since I’m not particularly skilled…er…well…I’m a virgin.”
He looked down, face completely red. Hungary couldn’t help but give a soft “awww” at how shy and nervous he was suddenly being now that he had her in his bedroom. If it was possible, that made him turn even redder.
“It’s alright, Roderich,” she reassured, voice low.
She tilted his head up to look at her, draped her arms around his neck, and kissed him tenderly. He relaxed into her kiss, placing his hands on her hips and kissing back softly. She ran her fingers through his hair, sucking on his bottom lip a little before pulling away.
“Roderich, Sußer,” Hungary purred against his ear after she pulled away, “relax. You don’t have to be skilled to please me. I’ll enjoy this no matter what, because I love you. Don’t worry, I’ll show you what to do.”
That had successfully reassured him that this would be alright. He pulled her into another kiss, this one more passionate and sexually charged. Her hands moved southward this time, gently squeezing his ass. Austria jumped a little in surprise, but relaxed as she started kneading his ass. He broke their kiss, moaning softly at her touch, and shyly reached up to squeeze her breast, hesitating at first. She took his hand and guided him to touch her. He relaxed and took over from there, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through her dress. She took his other hand and guided it to her other breast. He was more confident now, gently squeezing and rubbing.
While his attention was focused on her breasts, Hungary carefully unfastened his cravat and set it aside. She’d never slept with a man who’d worn one before, but she practiced removing one from a mannequin to practice for this night. He stiffened a little when she started unbuttoning his jacket, embarrassed, but she kept at it until it was off. He stiffened again when she went for the buttons of his undershirt, freezing in place. She let him stand still and attached her lips to his neck while she undressed him, baring his chest. He was blushing again, his face scarlet.
“…Wow” Hungary breathed, taking her time admiring his chest. He wasn’t overly muscular, but was well-toned with definite muscle definition. His arm muscles were especially well developed, probably from all of his instruments. That wasn’t anywhere near as easy as it looked and Hungary knew it, being a violinist herself. She licked her lips as she gazed at him. He couldn’t help but feel a little nervous at that, but at least she was pleased with what she saw.
She ran her hand up and down his chest, gloved fingers ghosting over his pectoral muscles. Taking the finger of her glove in her teeth, she pulled it off and let it fall to the floor, then started rubbing his chest again, able to feel his skin now. His breath hitched as she touched him. Cautiously, he reached up again to feel her breasts, still too shy to go for anything lower. Her lips returned to his neck again, sucking at the skin.
After a while, Hungary pulled back and unzipped the back of her dress, shimmying out of it. To Austria’s surprise, she was suddenly shy now, too. She seemed to want to hide her right leg for some reason, shifting her position so it was pressed against the bed.
“Lizzy? Spatzi? Is your leg hurt?” he asked, concerned.
She shook her head, blushing.
“…Well, I suppose if we’re going to share a bed, you’re going to see it sooner or later…” she mumbled, moving so her leg was visible.
It was immediately clear to Austria what his new wife had been trying to hide. She had a scar from what must have been a rather deep gash on her right thigh. It started up toward her hip and curved inward, ending at her inner thigh, a couple inches above her knee. It looked like an old scar, however, thankfully.
“Elizaveta, how did you…?”
He resisted the urge to look away; he didn’t want her to think he was disgusted, since she was already clearly self-conscious about this.
“It was when I was younger. When….when the Mongols invaded. I know this may sound silly, but…I didn’t want you to see this. It makes me less beautiful, doesn’t it? I don’t want to be unattractive to you. I want you to be able to see me as a woman instead of just as a warrior…”
She sounded so scared. Austria smiled serenely and closed the distance between them, hugging her to his chest.
“…Fool. It makes you even more beautiful to me. No nation is without some sort of scar, be it physical or emotional. You got that scar defending your people the best you could. You should be proud of it. And why can I not see you as both a warrior and a woman? Spatzi, nothing so superficial could possibly make you anything short of breathtaking to me. I love you.”
It was her turn to be stunned and overwhelmed into holding still. She held him close, nuzzling her face against his chest.
“…I love you too. Forever.”
He smiled when she said that.
“Yes. Forever.”
While she clung to him, he found himself able to muster enough courage to reach around to her back and unhook her bra. That startled her, but got her back into the mood she’d been earlier. She stepped back, letting him take her bra with her, and slid off her underwear. She was left wearing nothing but white stockings and a lacy white garterbelt. It was Austria’s turn to appreciate the view in front of him. Hesitant and nervous again, he reached for her ass. She gave him an encouraging nod and he gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Lizzy, you are just so…so perfect. Everything about you. Your spirit, your body…everything. You’re more beautiful than a Stradivarius, Spatzi.”
His speech was breathy and laced with arousal. Hearing him speak like that was turning her on even more, and the comparison to an instrument was adorable to her, not to mention she knew it was a high compliment. She led him to the edge of the bed and coaxed him to sit down, then slowly climbed on top of him. His face was bright red again, she noticed. So cute. She bent down as if to kiss him again, but instead flicked her tongue over his mole. The surprised, throaty moan that elicited was absolutely delightful to her.
She kissed him again. While she slid her tongue into his mouth, her hand had found its way between his legs. She caressed the bulge in his pants, delighting in how hard he’d already gotten. He whimpered softly into her mouth as she touched him. She was surprised at how vocal he was being; he’d always struck her as the type to be a quiet lover. She broke off their kiss and unzipped his slacks, unceremoniously yanking them off and tossing them out of the way. His underwear came next, one sharp tug removing them, his cock bobbing as it was freed.
That predatory look in her eyes was back, Austria noticed, as she admired his fully naked body. Once again she licked her lips.
“You’re so sexy…” she breathed.
Before he knew it, she was on her knees in front of him. He shivered in anticipation, having some idea of what to expect. How good it felt when her wet tongue glided from the base of his cock up to the tip, however, was something he wasn’t expecting at all. He gave another soft, low moan at that, struggling to be as quiet as possible. But keeping silent was impossible, not when his new wife was doing such incredible things to him with her mouth. She loved the sounds of his gasping as moaning as she took his cock into her mouth and sucked on it greedily. She didn’t do so for too long, however; she didn’t want him coming in her mouth and then not being able to get it up again that night. She had no way of knowing if he’d have enough stamina to come twice. Before pulling away entirely she gave the underside of his shaft another long lick, then stroked it slowly while her tongue lapped at his balls. He was breathing heavily when she pulled away and stood up.
“Y-You didn’t have to do that, you know” he mumbled, looking away.
“I wanted to. I-er, I like doing that, actually” she replied, a bit hesitant to reference her previous sexual activity prior to her relationship with him.
“…I see.” He replied, a soft murmur. Hungary breathed a sigh of relief; he didn’t seem too put off by that comment. If anything he seemed a bit pleased; he’d clearly liked that, and what she’d said was more or less a promise that she’d do it relatively often.
She took a seat on the bed next to him and drew him into another heated kiss. As he kissed her, he took the initiative to gently push her onto her back. She let him, very pleased to see he was overcoming his shyness. His hands caressed her sides and he pressed kisses to the tops of her breasts before catching a nipple in his lips, sucking lightly. His fingers found their way between her legs, cautiously touching her folds. It was her turn to moan softly at his touch.
“Oh…yes…yes” she groaned, encouraging him to continue.
Assured that what he was doing so far was good, he continued, the pad of his index finger rubbing her clit. She moaned a bit louder now. She was starting to get wet, he noticed. He slipped a couple fingers inside her, experimentally thrusting in and out and curling inside her. Her moans increased in volume and intensity as he did so; he figured that meant it was good.
“Are you ready?”
He asked, gazing into her eyes. She nodded, spreading her legs as wide as she could.
“Yes. Make love to me, Roderich.”
That was all the permission he needed. Carefully he positioned his erection at her opening and pushed inside. They both gave a soft, breathy moan as he slid all the way inside her. It felt amazing to him; she was tight, wet, and hot inside and he’d never felt anything like it. As far as she was concerned, his girth was impressive and having him inside her felt amazing. She couldn’t wait for him to start moving so she could feel it hitting certain spots inside her.
No, she really couldn’t wait. She bucked her hips and made a frustrated little noise when she finally tired of waiting for him to start moving. Understanding what she wanted, Austria began moving his hips, slowly at first but steadily increasing in speed.
Austria hoped that Hungary was enjoying this as much as he was, though judging from the way she was moaning and begging for more, her face very clearly in an expression of ecstasy, he was certain that his hopes were true. He shut his eyes as he continued making love to her. Her legs moved from being spread apart and held a few inched above the bed to wrapped around his hips, and she used them to draw him in deeper.
He started thrusting harder, still amazed with how tight she was and how incredible it felt to make love to her. She’d wrapped her arms around his neck and was clutching at his shoulders while she moaned in pleasure and bucked her hips. Somewhere along the line, their position shifted slightly and the change had him brushing against something inside her that had her crying out and whimpering in delight in Hungarian. Pleased by this, Austria sought to hit that spot more firmly. Once he was certain he’d found it precisely, he started thrusting harder again. She screamed his name when she came, her orgasm making her entire body quiver. He came soon after, trying to restrain his pleasured cries as best he could.
After they’d finished, they couldn’t resist just lying there together for a while, indivisible and inseparable and so in love.
He couldn’t help but admire her for a moment after he pulled his softened cock out of her. She was sweaty and her face was flushed, her hair sticking to her cheeks. Her stockings and garterbelt were still on, they’d never bothered to remove them, and a bit of his semen was leaking from her slit. Her chest was rising and falling with her heavy breaths. She looked lovely.
He helped her out of the garterbelt and stockings, then laid down next to her. As her breathing regulated, she cuddled up against him.
“I love you so much, Roderich” she whispered, laying her head on his chest.
“And I you.” He answered, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he turned out the oil lamp so they could go to sleep, sharing this bed as husband and wife for the very first time.
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Their marriage, like most marriages, had its ups and downs. They were happy and had fun together a lot, but they did their share of fighting as well. One thing, however, remained constant, and that was that they never forgot how much they loved each other, and their love never grew weaker. Not even during their more heated arguments did they forget that they loved each other.
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It was an ordinary early autumn day. Hungary awoke late that morning to find Austria’s side of the bed empty. Yawning, she glanced up at the clock and noticed that she’d overslept. She dressed and headed downstairs to find her husband cooking breakfast.
“Guten morgen” came his cheerful voice from the kitchen.
“’Morning. Why are you cooking? Don’t we have servants?” she asked, straight to the point. She wanted to ask “Are you sure you know how to cook? I’ve only ever seen you bake cakes”, but resisted.
“I wanted to try making it myself, since it’s especially for you” he answered, surprisingly cheerful.
Hungary blinked. What he was cooking did smell familiar, in a nostalgic sort of way. Still groggy, she took a seat at the table and sipped the coffee he’d set out for her.
It turned out that he’d taken the time to make a full Hungarian breakfast for her, and it was delicious. She ate it vigorously; Austria was a little surprised with how quickly she downed the huge meal. Her appetite never ceased to amaze him, even though they’d been married for over twenty years now.
“Köszönöm…..danke” She gratefully thanked him in both Hungarian and German, blushing a little at the sweet gesture.
“You are quite welcome. I’m quite glad you enjoyed it. I’ve noticed that you have been a little homesick lately…it was the least I could do” he replied, sounding as though he felt a bit bad.
“Yeah, I kind of have been,” she said truthfully, “but I’m happy here. Vienna is nice, and I love you a lot. It’s worth it.”
He blushed at this.
“I-I’m glad”
He stood behind her, still seated in her chair, and draped his arms over her shoulders. She tilted her head upward and he moved in to kiss her.
“Ich liebe dich” she murmured softly.
“Szeretlek” he answered, a slight smile on his face.
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Of course, the pair didn’t have the luxury of staying married forever. After all, they had been allowed to wed due to the political climate, which can change suddenly and drastically. In 1918 they had to divorce; the toll that the Great War had taken on them both left them barely able to support themselves, let alone each other. However, this didn’t mean that they loved each other any less, despite accepting the fate of their marriage.
Hungary was crying silently as she packed her bags.
“Lizzy, Spatzi, this is not goodbye if you don’t want it to be” Austria said firmly but gently.
“I…I know, but. I don’t want to leave here” she answered, forlorn. They had fifty years’ worth of memories in this mansion, and leaving it for good felt so wrong. Deep down, though, she knew that she had to. Her people needed her back in Budapest immediately.
“I’ll visit, I promise. And you may visit, as well” he swore to her.
Weakly she nodded as she made her way to her carriage. The driver took her bags and packed them, and then, one last time, she flung herself into his arms and kissed him, just as intensely and passionately as any of their nights together during their marriage.
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Austria kept his promise. They both visited each other as much as they could during the restoration period after the Great War, and even during the Second Great War they found time to commiserate. They’d both made a silent promise to keep their rings. Both wore them on a silver chain now. Looking at the Latin inscription on the inside, “Indivisibiliter ac Inseparabiliter, comforted them both in the harsher years of the War, and in the years after when Hungary was forced to live with Russia. Those times were dark, but even then their love for each other held fast, burning inside them like little candles that guided their way through those painful years.
When the communist regime finally was weakening enough that the Iron Curtain felt like it could be broken, one of Hungary’s first moves was to re-open trade with Austria. It would be of great help to her citizens, and she would finally be able to see his face again. On the appointed day, she approached the border, part of her worried that he wouldn’t come, or that he’d regrettably inform her that he had found a new love in their years of forced separation. However, when she spotted him, he was alone, and seemingly holding similar fears.
“Austria! Roderich!” she called out to him, frantically waving.
When they saw each other, their eyes locked and they knew everything was alright again at long last. She sprinted across the border and launched herself into his arms, almost knocking him over and kissing him breathless.
“I’ve missed you so, so much Sußer. So much” she murmured against his lips, tears of joy streaming down her face.
“And I you. Oh Spatzi, I just…I can hardly believe this is happening. That I’m finally able to hold you again…” his face mirrored hers, soaked with happy tears.
She silenced him with another kiss, this time knocking him over to lie on his back in the field. They lied there in the grass together, kissing and cuddling and being happier than they’d been in so many years. They were both delighted to find that the other had in fact kept their ring, and once again they truly were indivisible and inseparable.
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Reunited at last, the couple vowed to never let so much time pass with them being apart unless they were absolutely forced to. They set up a system that allowed them to get around the stipulation that they couldn’t live together. For a month, Hungary came with Austria to “visit” Vienna. After that month, Austria went back home with Hungary to “visit” Budapest for a month. They repeated the cycle for every month subsequent, unless something came up and one of them absolutely had to be in their own capital for some sort of important business. In those cases, they would have to spend at least a week or two apart, but that was bearable. The new arrangement made it feel like they were married again, and honestly, they were married in everything but official documentation. After all, there had never been a divorce that applied to their second wedding as Roderich and Elizaveta, only their first wedding as Austria and Hungary.
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It was early spring in the year 2007. Time seemed to fly for the couple; they easily lost track of how many years they had been together. It was inconsequential, but their upcoming anniversary would be the 140th year. Austria was in the music room that Hungary had added to her home in Budapest when they first made their arrangements, happily playing the piano in there. He was playing one of her favorite pieces by Franz Liszt, she could recognize it even from the faint notes she was hearing from the garden. She came in from tending to her homegrown paprika and washed her hands before stealthily entering the music room and sneaking up behind him, wrapping her arms around him.
“Beautiful” she breathed against his ear.
He blushed. Over their many years together he rapidly learned what such a surprise attack meant his wife wanted. Not asking any questions, he stood from the piano bench and scooped her up into his arms. She gave a surprised “eep!”, not expecting him to do that, but happily went with it, clasping her hands behind his neck as he carried her upstairs to their bedroom.
He gently laid her on the bed and didn’t even bother to shut the door before falling upon her, covering her face and neck with kisses. She eagerly tore at the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest, and he just as eagerly pushed up the tank top she was wearing, feeling her breasts through her lacy jade green bra before reaching behind her to unclasp it and pull it away from her body. He bowed his head and flicked his tongue over her nipples, making her gasp and moan. He traveled downwards, tongue tracing over her stomach muscles, going all the way down to the hem of her skirt. She shivered in excitement as his hand slid up her thigh, caressing it tenderly, then moved up to rub her crotch through her panties.
“Mmm…already getting wet I see” he purred, pushing the fabric to the side and out of his way so he could push a finger inside of her.
He took his time fingering her, playing her with incredible skill, just as deftly as he’d play any of his instruments. She moaned and bucked, savoring the sensations. He pulled his fingers out of her and pulled her panties down, noting that they matched her bra before tossing them aside. He didn’t bother to remove her skirt or his pants; he just unzipped them and pulled his hard cock free.
It was clear that Hungary wasn’t in the mood for a lot of foreplay. She wanted his cock inside her and she wanted it now. And who was Austria to refuse her wishes? Mounting her, he positioned the tip of his erection at her slit and pushed in, cutting to the chase immediately and pounding into her fast and hard. He was rewarded with a long, pleasured cry and several sharp bucks of her hips as he rammed her. He held her legs up by the backs of her thighs as he slammed into her again and again.
After a while of that, he pulled out of her and had her flip over onto her hands and knees. He gave her ass a playful smack before repositioning himself and sliding back in, gripping her hips tightly as he started nailing her again, giving a low groan as he did so. She was moaning loudly now, feeling his cock hitting all sorts of little spots inside her that felt amazing. He was fucking her so hard now that his hips were slapping against her ass, and the headboard of the bed was slamming against the wall with each of his thrusts.
She loved it when he took control like this. Of course, she loved being the dominant partner in bed, too, but sometimes just lying back and getting fucked was amazing. It certainly was now. She was always thrilled when she could get a rougher lovemaking out of him; usually he was so gentle and tender, which she enjoyed plenty, but she also liked it sloppy and rough every so often, so it was always a welcome treat when he’d take charge like this.
He continued pounding her, leaving red marks on her hips from how tightly he was gripping her there. He loved the way she looked right then, bent over for him with her ass up in the air. The curve of her spine was so beautiful, as was the way her hair fell around her hidden face. He could see that she was gripping the sheets tightly, too. She moaned and keened with pleasure as he kept going harder and harder. He felt himself getting close and reached around to rub her clit while he fucked her, changing the angle just enough to find her g-spot.
That sent her over the edge. She came hard with a sharp cry, and her orgasm pushed him to climax as well. He muffled his long, throaty groan as best he could as he came inside her, pulling out and spilling a little of his semen on her ass. He watched that bit of cum roll down the back of her thigh before she collapsed in a messy heap on the bed. He laid next to her, thankful for air conditioning at the moment, as it was a rather warm day and laying with her like this was rather hot, temperature-wise.
They laid there like that for about an hour, content to not move or speak but just silently enjoy each other’s company. Eventually Hungary got up for a shower, and Austria did the same when she was done.
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“You know, Sußer, what we have…it’s really amazing”
Hungary murmured this one morning in mid-winter to her husband, who was curled up next to her, holding her close and playing with her hair.
“I mean, really. How many nations find love like this? How many of us are able to have such a relationship?”
She was barely audible as her face was buried in his chest, but he caught the drift of what she was saying.
“You’re right, of course. This is quite possibly miraculous”
He answered, voice barely above a whisper.
“Mmmh…”
She listened to his heartbeat as she snuggled against him, and soon she found herself falling back asleep. Austria smiled at the sight of her; she looked so cute like this. He could indulge her this morning, he decided. They didn’t have anywhere that they had to be that day, and it was awfully cold outside. He buried his face into her hair and fell asleep as well.
They truly were indivisible and inseparable.
June 8th, 1867.
That date was one that neither Austria nor Hungary would ever forget. It was, of course, the date of their wedding. The event was one filled with pomp and circumstance, large frilly dresses, an ornate cathedral, countless bouquets of fresh flowers, gourmet meals and decedent desserts, et cetera, but none of that was why the event was so memorable to them. The reason was much simpler than that.
They were in love.
This, of course, is something that would sound obvious to any ordinary person, but nations, of course, are not ordinary people. While they can and will fall in love with each other on a personal level, that rarely factors into their marriages. Marriages are almost always political. So, to Austria and Hungary, being in love and having had the opportunity to marry was definitely something neither would forget.
Their wedding was the typical overblown affair that a marriage of two nations often was, but to Austria and Hungary it was so much more. When it came time for Austria to kiss his bride, they both had to wonder; how many people in the pews were aware that the two nations being wed were actually in love? Surely some of them noticed how tender and passionate their kiss had been, how he’d lingered to release her, and how they’d spent so much of the moments before and after gazing into each other’s eyes. While it honestly didn’t matter either way, Austria hoped people had noticed. He wanted the whole world to know how much he loved her, how much she meant to him. But truly, all that mattered was that she was here now in his arms, as his wife.
Once the ceremony was over, the new couple was immediately swamped with all their guests wishing them well. Or rather, all of their guests with the exception of Prussia and Switzerland. The former was sulking and carrying on about how he should’ve spoken up when the priest asked for reasons why these two should not be wed on the grounds that “specs is too much of a pansy to be able to handle a woman”, and the latter was downing punch and grumbling about being forced to attend “that arrogant twit’s” wedding and how he was only here because Liechtenstein insisted.
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“Are you sure?”
The question was soft, hesitant but excited. Her emerald eyes shone with hope that he was serious.
“Of course I am, meine liebe” came his reply, unusually playful for Austria.
Immediately after the official wedding, Austria had led his new bride to someplace where they could talk in private. He’d proposed that they hold a second wedding that evening. One for just the two of them and the priest.
“I’ve been through so many weddings that were all just for show, but Eliza? What we have here and now, it’s different. What we have is beautiful, and I’d like for it to be as special as possible.”
Hungary blushed at this. She never failed to be impressed with how sweet Austria was to her.
The second ceremony took place at dusk in the rose garden in Austria’s mansion. Hungary arrived even more nervous than she had been for the official wedding. This one felt more real to her.
In the time between the two ceremonies she’d made some alterations to her dress. It has originally been huge and obnoxious and uncomfortable, so she took her sewing kit to it last minute. Removing the bustle and a few layers of the skirt and reattaching them as decorative ruffles and a ribbon for her hair drastically improved the look in her opinion. Of course, she wasn’t particularly an expert in sewing; most of what she did was practical mending of military uniforms. So the stitches weren’t perfect, but she was happy with the result.
Austria’s breath hitched when he saw her in it.
“What’s wrong, don’t you like it?”
A bit of disappointment was audible in her voice.
“No, no, you look stunning. I love it.”
Hungary blushed at the compliment. While hiding her face from him, a bit embarrassed at how easily he was making her blush, she took her time looking around the garden, impressed with how Austria had gotten it set up. They were standing in front of a lattice archway with roses in full bloom growing along it. Past the archway was a somewhat long path lined with decorative bushes that led into the garden. The garden itself was decked out in ornate statues and other garden decorations as usual, but there were some new things as well. Most notably an altar formed from two metal vine lattices and a stone slab, and a wooden cross covered in morning glories behind it. The priest stood at the altar already, waiting for them.
“Shall we, then?”
Austria offered his hand. Since this wedding was just them and the priest, they would walk down the aisle together.
“We shall.”
She took his hand and stepped under the lattice with him. The two walked down the grassy aisle hand in hand, both their hearts hammering in their chests. Despite it being the official wedding, the one earlier had felt mostly easy, like it was little more than a political gesture, which is was, technically. But this? This felt real, because it was.
Fireflies danced about the garden, illuminating the twilight skies along with two candles on either side of the makeshift altar. While it only took a moment for them to walk the path, it felt like an eternity to both of them.
The priest began his part of the service once they reached the altar. Since it was a private service, he’d opted to condense a good portion of his part. Austria was thankful for that; in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but be a little bit anxious to get his new wife back up to his bedroom. Hungary was thinking the same thing, though for her it wasn’t so far into the back of her mind.
The time came for them to say their vows. Both of them were concise about it, but also heartfelt. Austria gave his in Hungarian and Hungary gave hers in German, as an added way to make it more special and sincere.
When it came time for them to say “I do”, both of them were so nervous that their voices were trembling. Nevermind that they already did this earlier in front of hundreds of people. This was so much more nerve wracking now, between just the two of them. They barely heard the priest over the pounding of their hearts and how lost in their own thoughts and emotions they were when he finally said “you now may kiss the bride”.
Slowly, almost cautiously, Austria reaches forward to flip the veil away from Hungary’s face. Time seemed to slow as he leaned in to kiss her. When she wrapped her arms around his neck, it wasn’t a conscious movement but rather an instinctual reaction. His lips brushed hers only lightly at first. He wasn’t sure when he’d wrapped his arms around her, or when his hand found the back of her head, or when he started steadily deepening the kiss, but it all happened. She parted her lips and his tongue slid into her mouth, passion overcoming them both. Even when they broke off at last, they still stayed there holding each other and gazing into each other’s eyes as the fireflies danced around them. The priest was still there, but that didn’t matter to them. The cliché that the whole world felt like nothing but the two of them was quite true at the moment.
“I love you”
She murmured against his ear before they finally pulled apart.
“I love you too.”
Like most newly wed couples, Austria and Hungary were both quite eager for that night, both of them more than ready to consummate. They hadn’t had a chance to change out of their wedding attire, and were still in their dress and tux while on the way to their bedroom. Austria was incredibly nervous, too, however, and Hungary couldn’t help but notice.
“Is something the matter, Sußer?”
Austria blushed even more at the nickname. It pleased him greatly that in the time he’d known her, she went from stubbornly refusing to speak anything but Hungarian to giving him a German pet name.
“Ah, no…I’m just a bit nervous is all”
He answered truthfully as they casually trotted down the hall together to the master bedroom, Hungary’s arm interlocked with Austria’s. Hungary blinked a little at that statement.
“Nervous? Why?”
She asked as he opened the bedroom door. His hand shook a little as he slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open. He lit an oil lamp by his bed and shut the door behind Hungary when she stepped into the room. He was looking down, blushing, and fidgeting.
“W-Well, the truth is…”
Hungary was a bit worried now. This wasn’t like Austria at all.
“I-I’m…well…I’m not sure I’ll be able to satisfy you tonight…Since I’m not particularly skilled…er…well…I’m a virgin.”
He looked down, face completely red. Hungary couldn’t help but give a soft “awww” at how shy and nervous he was suddenly being now that he had her in his bedroom. If it was possible, that made him turn even redder.
“It’s alright, Roderich,” she reassured, voice low.
She tilted his head up to look at her, draped her arms around his neck, and kissed him tenderly. He relaxed into her kiss, placing his hands on her hips and kissing back softly. She ran her fingers through his hair, sucking on his bottom lip a little before pulling away.
“Roderich, Sußer,” Hungary purred against his ear after she pulled away, “relax. You don’t have to be skilled to please me. I’ll enjoy this no matter what, because I love you. Don’t worry, I’ll show you what to do.”
That had successfully reassured him that this would be alright. He pulled her into another kiss, this one more passionate and sexually charged. Her hands moved southward this time, gently squeezing his ass. Austria jumped a little in surprise, but relaxed as she started kneading his ass. He broke their kiss, moaning softly at her touch, and shyly reached up to squeeze her breast, hesitating at first. She took his hand and guided him to touch her. He relaxed and took over from there, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through her dress. She took his other hand and guided it to her other breast. He was more confident now, gently squeezing and rubbing.
While his attention was focused on her breasts, Hungary carefully unfastened his cravat and set it aside. She’d never slept with a man who’d worn one before, but she practiced removing one from a mannequin to practice for this night. He stiffened a little when she started unbuttoning his jacket, embarrassed, but she kept at it until it was off. He stiffened again when she went for the buttons of his undershirt, freezing in place. She let him stand still and attached her lips to his neck while she undressed him, baring his chest. He was blushing again, his face scarlet.
“…Wow” Hungary breathed, taking her time admiring his chest. He wasn’t overly muscular, but was well-toned with definite muscle definition. His arm muscles were especially well developed, probably from all of his instruments. That wasn’t anywhere near as easy as it looked and Hungary knew it, being a violinist herself. She licked her lips as she gazed at him. He couldn’t help but feel a little nervous at that, but at least she was pleased with what she saw.
She ran her hand up and down his chest, gloved fingers ghosting over his pectoral muscles. Taking the finger of her glove in her teeth, she pulled it off and let it fall to the floor, then started rubbing his chest again, able to feel his skin now. His breath hitched as she touched him. Cautiously, he reached up again to feel her breasts, still too shy to go for anything lower. Her lips returned to his neck again, sucking at the skin.
After a while, Hungary pulled back and unzipped the back of her dress, shimmying out of it. To Austria’s surprise, she was suddenly shy now, too. She seemed to want to hide her right leg for some reason, shifting her position so it was pressed against the bed.
“Lizzy? Spatzi? Is your leg hurt?” he asked, concerned.
She shook her head, blushing.
“…Well, I suppose if we’re going to share a bed, you’re going to see it sooner or later…” she mumbled, moving so her leg was visible.
It was immediately clear to Austria what his new wife had been trying to hide. She had a scar from what must have been a rather deep gash on her right thigh. It started up toward her hip and curved inward, ending at her inner thigh, a couple inches above her knee. It looked like an old scar, however, thankfully.
“Elizaveta, how did you…?”
He resisted the urge to look away; he didn’t want her to think he was disgusted, since she was already clearly self-conscious about this.
“It was when I was younger. When….when the Mongols invaded. I know this may sound silly, but…I didn’t want you to see this. It makes me less beautiful, doesn’t it? I don’t want to be unattractive to you. I want you to be able to see me as a woman instead of just as a warrior…”
She sounded so scared. Austria smiled serenely and closed the distance between them, hugging her to his chest.
“…Fool. It makes you even more beautiful to me. No nation is without some sort of scar, be it physical or emotional. You got that scar defending your people the best you could. You should be proud of it. And why can I not see you as both a warrior and a woman? Spatzi, nothing so superficial could possibly make you anything short of breathtaking to me. I love you.”
It was her turn to be stunned and overwhelmed into holding still. She held him close, nuzzling her face against his chest.
“…I love you too. Forever.”
He smiled when she said that.
“Yes. Forever.”
While she clung to him, he found himself able to muster enough courage to reach around to her back and unhook her bra. That startled her, but got her back into the mood she’d been earlier. She stepped back, letting him take her bra with her, and slid off her underwear. She was left wearing nothing but white stockings and a lacy white garterbelt. It was Austria’s turn to appreciate the view in front of him. Hesitant and nervous again, he reached for her ass. She gave him an encouraging nod and he gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Lizzy, you are just so…so perfect. Everything about you. Your spirit, your body…everything. You’re more beautiful than a Stradivarius, Spatzi.”
His speech was breathy and laced with arousal. Hearing him speak like that was turning her on even more, and the comparison to an instrument was adorable to her, not to mention she knew it was a high compliment. She led him to the edge of the bed and coaxed him to sit down, then slowly climbed on top of him. His face was bright red again, she noticed. So cute. She bent down as if to kiss him again, but instead flicked her tongue over his mole. The surprised, throaty moan that elicited was absolutely delightful to her.
She kissed him again. While she slid her tongue into his mouth, her hand had found its way between his legs. She caressed the bulge in his pants, delighting in how hard he’d already gotten. He whimpered softly into her mouth as she touched him. She was surprised at how vocal he was being; he’d always struck her as the type to be a quiet lover. She broke off their kiss and unzipped his slacks, unceremoniously yanking them off and tossing them out of the way. His underwear came next, one sharp tug removing them, his cock bobbing as it was freed.
That predatory look in her eyes was back, Austria noticed, as she admired his fully naked body. Once again she licked her lips.
“You’re so sexy…” she breathed.
Before he knew it, she was on her knees in front of him. He shivered in anticipation, having some idea of what to expect. How good it felt when her wet tongue glided from the base of his cock up to the tip, however, was something he wasn’t expecting at all. He gave another soft, low moan at that, struggling to be as quiet as possible. But keeping silent was impossible, not when his new wife was doing such incredible things to him with her mouth. She loved the sounds of his gasping as moaning as she took his cock into her mouth and sucked on it greedily. She didn’t do so for too long, however; she didn’t want him coming in her mouth and then not being able to get it up again that night. She had no way of knowing if he’d have enough stamina to come twice. Before pulling away entirely she gave the underside of his shaft another long lick, then stroked it slowly while her tongue lapped at his balls. He was breathing heavily when she pulled away and stood up.
“Y-You didn’t have to do that, you know” he mumbled, looking away.
“I wanted to. I-er, I like doing that, actually” she replied, a bit hesitant to reference her previous sexual activity prior to her relationship with him.
“…I see.” He replied, a soft murmur. Hungary breathed a sigh of relief; he didn’t seem too put off by that comment. If anything he seemed a bit pleased; he’d clearly liked that, and what she’d said was more or less a promise that she’d do it relatively often.
She took a seat on the bed next to him and drew him into another heated kiss. As he kissed her, he took the initiative to gently push her onto her back. She let him, very pleased to see he was overcoming his shyness. His hands caressed her sides and he pressed kisses to the tops of her breasts before catching a nipple in his lips, sucking lightly. His fingers found their way between her legs, cautiously touching her folds. It was her turn to moan softly at his touch.
“Oh…yes…yes” she groaned, encouraging him to continue.
Assured that what he was doing so far was good, he continued, the pad of his index finger rubbing her clit. She moaned a bit louder now. She was starting to get wet, he noticed. He slipped a couple fingers inside her, experimentally thrusting in and out and curling inside her. Her moans increased in volume and intensity as he did so; he figured that meant it was good.
“Are you ready?”
He asked, gazing into her eyes. She nodded, spreading her legs as wide as she could.
“Yes. Make love to me, Roderich.”
That was all the permission he needed. Carefully he positioned his erection at her opening and pushed inside. They both gave a soft, breathy moan as he slid all the way inside her. It felt amazing to him; she was tight, wet, and hot inside and he’d never felt anything like it. As far as she was concerned, his girth was impressive and having him inside her felt amazing. She couldn’t wait for him to start moving so she could feel it hitting certain spots inside her.
No, she really couldn’t wait. She bucked her hips and made a frustrated little noise when she finally tired of waiting for him to start moving. Understanding what she wanted, Austria began moving his hips, slowly at first but steadily increasing in speed.
Austria hoped that Hungary was enjoying this as much as he was, though judging from the way she was moaning and begging for more, her face very clearly in an expression of ecstasy, he was certain that his hopes were true. He shut his eyes as he continued making love to her. Her legs moved from being spread apart and held a few inched above the bed to wrapped around his hips, and she used them to draw him in deeper.
He started thrusting harder, still amazed with how tight she was and how incredible it felt to make love to her. She’d wrapped her arms around his neck and was clutching at his shoulders while she moaned in pleasure and bucked her hips. Somewhere along the line, their position shifted slightly and the change had him brushing against something inside her that had her crying out and whimpering in delight in Hungarian. Pleased by this, Austria sought to hit that spot more firmly. Once he was certain he’d found it precisely, he started thrusting harder again. She screamed his name when she came, her orgasm making her entire body quiver. He came soon after, trying to restrain his pleasured cries as best he could.
After they’d finished, they couldn’t resist just lying there together for a while, indivisible and inseparable and so in love.
He couldn’t help but admire her for a moment after he pulled his softened cock out of her. She was sweaty and her face was flushed, her hair sticking to her cheeks. Her stockings and garterbelt were still on, they’d never bothered to remove them, and a bit of his semen was leaking from her slit. Her chest was rising and falling with her heavy breaths. She looked lovely.
He helped her out of the garterbelt and stockings, then laid down next to her. As her breathing regulated, she cuddled up against him.
“I love you so much, Roderich” she whispered, laying her head on his chest.
“And I you.” He answered, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he turned out the oil lamp so they could go to sleep, sharing this bed as husband and wife for the very first time.
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Their marriage, like most marriages, had its ups and downs. They were happy and had fun together a lot, but they did their share of fighting as well. One thing, however, remained constant, and that was that they never forgot how much they loved each other, and their love never grew weaker. Not even during their more heated arguments did they forget that they loved each other.
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It was an ordinary early autumn day. Hungary awoke late that morning to find Austria’s side of the bed empty. Yawning, she glanced up at the clock and noticed that she’d overslept. She dressed and headed downstairs to find her husband cooking breakfast.
“Guten morgen” came his cheerful voice from the kitchen.
“’Morning. Why are you cooking? Don’t we have servants?” she asked, straight to the point. She wanted to ask “Are you sure you know how to cook? I’ve only ever seen you bake cakes”, but resisted.
“I wanted to try making it myself, since it’s especially for you” he answered, surprisingly cheerful.
Hungary blinked. What he was cooking did smell familiar, in a nostalgic sort of way. Still groggy, she took a seat at the table and sipped the coffee he’d set out for her.
It turned out that he’d taken the time to make a full Hungarian breakfast for her, and it was delicious. She ate it vigorously; Austria was a little surprised with how quickly she downed the huge meal. Her appetite never ceased to amaze him, even though they’d been married for over twenty years now.
“Köszönöm…..danke” She gratefully thanked him in both Hungarian and German, blushing a little at the sweet gesture.
“You are quite welcome. I’m quite glad you enjoyed it. I’ve noticed that you have been a little homesick lately…it was the least I could do” he replied, sounding as though he felt a bit bad.
“Yeah, I kind of have been,” she said truthfully, “but I’m happy here. Vienna is nice, and I love you a lot. It’s worth it.”
He blushed at this.
“I-I’m glad”
He stood behind her, still seated in her chair, and draped his arms over her shoulders. She tilted her head upward and he moved in to kiss her.
“Ich liebe dich” she murmured softly.
“Szeretlek” he answered, a slight smile on his face.
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Of course, the pair didn’t have the luxury of staying married forever. After all, they had been allowed to wed due to the political climate, which can change suddenly and drastically. In 1918 they had to divorce; the toll that the Great War had taken on them both left them barely able to support themselves, let alone each other. However, this didn’t mean that they loved each other any less, despite accepting the fate of their marriage.
Hungary was crying silently as she packed her bags.
“Lizzy, Spatzi, this is not goodbye if you don’t want it to be” Austria said firmly but gently.
“I…I know, but. I don’t want to leave here” she answered, forlorn. They had fifty years’ worth of memories in this mansion, and leaving it for good felt so wrong. Deep down, though, she knew that she had to. Her people needed her back in Budapest immediately.
“I’ll visit, I promise. And you may visit, as well” he swore to her.
Weakly she nodded as she made her way to her carriage. The driver took her bags and packed them, and then, one last time, she flung herself into his arms and kissed him, just as intensely and passionately as any of their nights together during their marriage.
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Austria kept his promise. They both visited each other as much as they could during the restoration period after the Great War, and even during the Second Great War they found time to commiserate. They’d both made a silent promise to keep their rings. Both wore them on a silver chain now. Looking at the Latin inscription on the inside, “Indivisibiliter ac Inseparabiliter, comforted them both in the harsher years of the War, and in the years after when Hungary was forced to live with Russia. Those times were dark, but even then their love for each other held fast, burning inside them like little candles that guided their way through those painful years.
When the communist regime finally was weakening enough that the Iron Curtain felt like it could be broken, one of Hungary’s first moves was to re-open trade with Austria. It would be of great help to her citizens, and she would finally be able to see his face again. On the appointed day, she approached the border, part of her worried that he wouldn’t come, or that he’d regrettably inform her that he had found a new love in their years of forced separation. However, when she spotted him, he was alone, and seemingly holding similar fears.
“Austria! Roderich!” she called out to him, frantically waving.
When they saw each other, their eyes locked and they knew everything was alright again at long last. She sprinted across the border and launched herself into his arms, almost knocking him over and kissing him breathless.
“I’ve missed you so, so much Sußer. So much” she murmured against his lips, tears of joy streaming down her face.
“And I you. Oh Spatzi, I just…I can hardly believe this is happening. That I’m finally able to hold you again…” his face mirrored hers, soaked with happy tears.
She silenced him with another kiss, this time knocking him over to lie on his back in the field. They lied there in the grass together, kissing and cuddling and being happier than they’d been in so many years. They were both delighted to find that the other had in fact kept their ring, and once again they truly were indivisible and inseparable.
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Reunited at last, the couple vowed to never let so much time pass with them being apart unless they were absolutely forced to. They set up a system that allowed them to get around the stipulation that they couldn’t live together. For a month, Hungary came with Austria to “visit” Vienna. After that month, Austria went back home with Hungary to “visit” Budapest for a month. They repeated the cycle for every month subsequent, unless something came up and one of them absolutely had to be in their own capital for some sort of important business. In those cases, they would have to spend at least a week or two apart, but that was bearable. The new arrangement made it feel like they were married again, and honestly, they were married in everything but official documentation. After all, there had never been a divorce that applied to their second wedding as Roderich and Elizaveta, only their first wedding as Austria and Hungary.
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It was early spring in the year 2007. Time seemed to fly for the couple; they easily lost track of how many years they had been together. It was inconsequential, but their upcoming anniversary would be the 140th year. Austria was in the music room that Hungary had added to her home in Budapest when they first made their arrangements, happily playing the piano in there. He was playing one of her favorite pieces by Franz Liszt, she could recognize it even from the faint notes she was hearing from the garden. She came in from tending to her homegrown paprika and washed her hands before stealthily entering the music room and sneaking up behind him, wrapping her arms around him.
“Beautiful” she breathed against his ear.
He blushed. Over their many years together he rapidly learned what such a surprise attack meant his wife wanted. Not asking any questions, he stood from the piano bench and scooped her up into his arms. She gave a surprised “eep!”, not expecting him to do that, but happily went with it, clasping her hands behind his neck as he carried her upstairs to their bedroom.
He gently laid her on the bed and didn’t even bother to shut the door before falling upon her, covering her face and neck with kisses. She eagerly tore at the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest, and he just as eagerly pushed up the tank top she was wearing, feeling her breasts through her lacy jade green bra before reaching behind her to unclasp it and pull it away from her body. He bowed his head and flicked his tongue over her nipples, making her gasp and moan. He traveled downwards, tongue tracing over her stomach muscles, going all the way down to the hem of her skirt. She shivered in excitement as his hand slid up her thigh, caressing it tenderly, then moved up to rub her crotch through her panties.
“Mmm…already getting wet I see” he purred, pushing the fabric to the side and out of his way so he could push a finger inside of her.
He took his time fingering her, playing her with incredible skill, just as deftly as he’d play any of his instruments. She moaned and bucked, savoring the sensations. He pulled his fingers out of her and pulled her panties down, noting that they matched her bra before tossing them aside. He didn’t bother to remove her skirt or his pants; he just unzipped them and pulled his hard cock free.
It was clear that Hungary wasn’t in the mood for a lot of foreplay. She wanted his cock inside her and she wanted it now. And who was Austria to refuse her wishes? Mounting her, he positioned the tip of his erection at her slit and pushed in, cutting to the chase immediately and pounding into her fast and hard. He was rewarded with a long, pleasured cry and several sharp bucks of her hips as he rammed her. He held her legs up by the backs of her thighs as he slammed into her again and again.
After a while of that, he pulled out of her and had her flip over onto her hands and knees. He gave her ass a playful smack before repositioning himself and sliding back in, gripping her hips tightly as he started nailing her again, giving a low groan as he did so. She was moaning loudly now, feeling his cock hitting all sorts of little spots inside her that felt amazing. He was fucking her so hard now that his hips were slapping against her ass, and the headboard of the bed was slamming against the wall with each of his thrusts.
She loved it when he took control like this. Of course, she loved being the dominant partner in bed, too, but sometimes just lying back and getting fucked was amazing. It certainly was now. She was always thrilled when she could get a rougher lovemaking out of him; usually he was so gentle and tender, which she enjoyed plenty, but she also liked it sloppy and rough every so often, so it was always a welcome treat when he’d take charge like this.
He continued pounding her, leaving red marks on her hips from how tightly he was gripping her there. He loved the way she looked right then, bent over for him with her ass up in the air. The curve of her spine was so beautiful, as was the way her hair fell around her hidden face. He could see that she was gripping the sheets tightly, too. She moaned and keened with pleasure as he kept going harder and harder. He felt himself getting close and reached around to rub her clit while he fucked her, changing the angle just enough to find her g-spot.
That sent her over the edge. She came hard with a sharp cry, and her orgasm pushed him to climax as well. He muffled his long, throaty groan as best he could as he came inside her, pulling out and spilling a little of his semen on her ass. He watched that bit of cum roll down the back of her thigh before she collapsed in a messy heap on the bed. He laid next to her, thankful for air conditioning at the moment, as it was a rather warm day and laying with her like this was rather hot, temperature-wise.
They laid there like that for about an hour, content to not move or speak but just silently enjoy each other’s company. Eventually Hungary got up for a shower, and Austria did the same when she was done.
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“You know, Sußer, what we have…it’s really amazing”
Hungary murmured this one morning in mid-winter to her husband, who was curled up next to her, holding her close and playing with her hair.
“I mean, really. How many nations find love like this? How many of us are able to have such a relationship?”
She was barely audible as her face was buried in his chest, but he caught the drift of what she was saying.
“You’re right, of course. This is quite possibly miraculous”
He answered, voice barely above a whisper.
“Mmmh…”
She listened to his heartbeat as she snuggled against him, and soon she found herself falling back asleep. Austria smiled at the sight of her; she looked so cute like this. He could indulge her this morning, he decided. They didn’t have anywhere that they had to be that day, and it was awfully cold outside. He buried his face into her hair and fell asleep as well.
They truly were indivisible and inseparable.
