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Of course, you couldn't really think of doing what that idiot said. You may have been in the art club, but you didn't have to follow the student council's orders. Especially when the president is a tool, named Gilbert. But he went by Prussia. Everyone at this academy was a nation of some sort. You were no exception, and the art club contained the more artistic nations. Mexico, France, both Italy's, Germany (he was dragged here), Japan, and yourself. There was no actual head of the club, you all just did your own thing. France was a bit of an idiot though, and he was close with everyone in the club. That was the only reason why Gilbert even came up to you with the question. You sighed and looked at the man with a frustrated look.
"You need to actually come up to us about this, way before you need it. You know, not fucking a week before the deadline. We can't produce all this art and such for a homecoming a week before it's supposed to happen."
"Oh come on! Don't give me that look! You nerds can do it! You got France and Mexico on your side!" The platinum haired menace grinned at you with his pearly whites on full display. You hated whenever he mentioned your friends, that happened to be your friends as well. He knew that was your soft spot.
"I hate it when you say, you're such an ass.." He grinned as he broke down your walls and invaded that personal space around you, with a bear hug. The man worked out with his brother, so he was big and bulky. He practically squeezed the life out of the art student with the hug.
"I'll help you out after school! Mexico told me where I could find you and where to meet up! Thanks for the help!" He let's go and let you tumble to the floor, with a deep breath. It felt nice to use your lungs again and for him to be gone. Bastard is going to ruin your after school plans. Well, if you had anything other than going to take a nap or playing video games. At least he was going to help.
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“Ohonhonhonhonhon! Don’t say all of that!” The snarky laugh filled the art room as the blonde and silver headed boys gossiped, or the more manly version of that, they talked. You could have cared less about what they were talking about, but the fact they weren’t actually doing any work, was the thing that frustrated you. They had the papers and paint, but all they did was fool around and make a mess.
“Kesesesese~!” You couldn’t hear what he said after the laugh, but it made France punch him in the arm and laugh. Those idiots got on your nerves.
“Gilbert! You can’t say that about them! You dog!” France giggled like a French school girl.
“Oh don’t be like that Francis! You do the same thing!” Gilbert snickered and started to sloppily paint letters onto the sign. The white and blue paint splattered onto the board.
“But I don’t do it right in front of them! I actually step up and take the bull by the horns. You know I'm right, no?” He moved his blonde hair behind his ear and started to paint designs on the board. The amount of effort between Gilbert and Francis showed. The blonde had neat strokes and a clean space, the albino was the exact opposite. He was too busy with talking about girls and such with his friend. That's what you thought. Then you heard him mention something that made you... Stiffen up. You look back as he giggles about chubby boys with France. You were on the heavier side and that made your skin crawl. Your stomach turned into lead, you didn’t think of your weight as a burden, but hearing them snicker about it made you want to stand up and yell at them. It made you grumble to yourself as you continued the poster. Droning out the chatter behind you, you couldn’t notice the figure sneaking up behind you.
Without you noticing, you couldn’t actually tell what they were talking about, other than the word ‘chubby’. The two boys were talking about you, not in a bad way or anything. You just never thought you’d be the type for the boys who harassed the beauties of the school and constantly got in trouble for harassment. So the idea of the jock of the trio coming up behind you while you sat on the floor, picking you up and grabbing your pudgy belly, didn’t exactly cross your mind. Your first thought was he was trying to bully you about your size, and his loud laughing did not help his image. France laughed as well as he saw Prussia doing his own thing. You could feel your face get hot, and tears starting to form. That wasn’t Gilbert’s intention, but he noticed a bit too late to do any damage control.
“You’re so cute Schatz! Kesese~! I could play with this thing for days!” Gilbert mused as he played with it some more, until he heard the soft sniffling. “Oh Scheiße, I didn’t want to make you cry Schatz! Francis was the one who suggested me to do all of-”
“Stop touching me! I get it! I’m fat! Just let me finish this poster!”
“Schatz, you know that means treasure, right?
“Haha, let’s pick on the weird fat kid, and bring his hopes up! I know what you’re doing Gilbert! Stop it already! It’s not funny!”
“Schatz, I’m not trying to pick on you. I think you’re really cute! There’s more to love right here!” He takes a handful of your stomach with each hand plays with it. You felt insulted, yet flattered. This wasn’t a way someone should say something like that, but Gilbert wasn’t that good at catching hints, well emotional hints. You sighed and let him continue. You forgot that France was still here, and Prussia leaned forward to rest his head on your shoulder, then he started playing with your belly with a satisfied hum. You got nervous when he started to trace your stretch marks with his fingers. “Thanks for being my stress ball Maus! You’re so comfy! I can’t stop playing with it! Es ist so weich!” You could feel your face burn with embarrassment. You weren’t some plaything! You were a nation! You deserved respect! Gilbert should take you seriously, and you should give him a taste of his own medicine! But, he was still playing with your tummy with a blissful look on his face. “Maus... You’re so squishy and soft.. I could stay like this for hours! Can I play with you for longer, Maus?”
“Stop that..” You tried to assert yourself, but the way he moved his hands made you freeze up and let him continue. Then you realized, France left you two alone in the art room. That bastard, he set you up. “For a boy, you’re really pretty Maus.” Gilbert whispered into your ear, and he chuckled, “Okay, maybe pretty isn’t the word.. What’s the word.. Oh! Cute! I’m pretty, and you’re the cute one! That can be our dynamic!” You thought about that last part. “Dynamic? What are you implying?” You asked with a shaky breath as he squeezed you. “Like, relationship dynamic. You know? I can’t be the cat, and you’re the cute little Maus!” He chirped, and looked at you with a Cheshire grin. “Relationship?? You’re going too fast! Take it slow! This isn’t some highschool movie you weirdo!” You exclaimed, trying to put out the fire.
“Eh? Nono, you don’t understand, I’m teaching you how to do it my way.” The albino grabs your wrist and moves closer to your ear, “Now be a good little Maus and listen to your cat, okay?” You felt embarrassed and you couldn’t believe you were going along with this maniac’s plans! He smiles and turns you around to face him, and greets you with a kiss. It was soft and gentle, which didn’t fit him at all. Your eyes widened, your fists balled up, but you eventually gave in to his plans and closed your eyes. Gilbert chuckled as he kissed you rougher, biting the bottom part of your lip. He was needy and needed to have more of you. You slowly opened your mouth for him, and he took full advantage of this. He grabbed the back of your hair and pulled you closer, and plunged his tongue into your mouth. It was sloppy, it made your head spin. He finally let go and let you move back. “Now my Maus, time for your treat! Get to work down there, it’s not going to be unzipped itself!” He placed his hands on his hips as he showed off the tent in his black, plaid, school pants. You tried to protest and he simply pushed you onto the wall, and forced you onto your knees. You huffed, trying to move, but he wagged his finger and held the top of your head so you couldn’t get back up. “Maus, Francis is going to come back eventually, so we gotta get this ball rolling! Chop chop junge!” You couldn’t think of doing something like this, with a boy you barely knew, and in a public school as well. That was just the cherry on top of this stupid cake. You finally started following his orders and started to unzip his pants. You could see his happy trail as you pulled his pants down. Now, the only thing keeping you and that thing from being visible, was his plaid boxers. Didn’t you hear something about boys who wore that usually had something. You couldn’t recall it right now but you knew that you heard it. But, you had to keep this ball rolling, you just hoped the ball would eventually stop.
“Now Maus, you know you can’t suck mein cock through my boxers, right?” Gilbert teased, it earned an unhappy sigh from you as you released his cock from the cloth that kept it contained. You grumbled as he grabbed your cheek and started to rub his erection on your face. His penis smelled and you couldn’t help but scrunch up your nose at the strong scent. It smelled sweaty, and it made sense, he was a jock. “You look so cute like this Maus! But putting it in will make it even cuter! Say ah!” Gilbert smiled and you opened your mouth. He simply started to thrust and hold your head against the wall. You tried to breathe, but he was getting deeper and deeper. The lack of air made your eyes water as you heard him grunt and moan. He pulled out for a moment to keep you from passing out from oxygen loss. “You’re doing amazing so far Maus! I’m proud of you!” He smiled, but you frowned. You felt the drool on your lips, and how they got a little puffy from this. “You didn’t even prep me up or anything! You’re the worst!” You wanted to curse him out, but he pushed his cock back in to keep you quiet. “Yeahh~! That’s it Maus~! Use your tongue~!! J-Just like that! Who’s my g-good boy~? You are! N-Now take this like the good boy you-” He moved his hips back, then snapped them forward, fully putting his length inside, which made you press against his pubic hair. Huh, they were white too. Interesting. “-are~!! You took all of that like a champ! Drink up my little Maus~ You earned it~!” He came, which made you cough and close your eyes as you swallowed it. The thick German spunk poured down your throat and he made you clean off his cock as it softened.
“Good job Maus! Next time we meet, we can get to the second course! Now wipe off that mouth of yours before Francis comes back!” Prussia pats your head and puts his pants back on. How can he be so calm after blowing a load into a fellow student's mouth? You couldn’t understand him, but you did as he said and tried to find your water bottle.
France didn’t find out about what you two did as he was gone. But, he felt like he helped a relationship blossom between two people. That’s all he really knew.