Hello! Just a quick warning before the story starts, this contains smut and lots of cussing so if you're underage maybe pick a different story to read or I guess continue on, whichever
Also, it's a bit hard to tell until later on, but Czechoslovakia is female soo yeah

Thank you!

*Czechoslovakia POV*

What a bunch of bullshit. 

Drunk countrymasters hitting on each other as others throw up in the corner. And who started this whole mess?

Fucking United Nations.

He tells us this is a get-together so we can better understand each other and their cultures. I promise you, the ones who went into the bedrooms are getting to know each other real well. Can't wait for the next UN meeting.

I was just sitting at the bar, trying to avoid everyone as most of them get incredibly stupid when they're drunk. Honestly, I really just wished I was at home with my kids. I'd left them with the capital, Prague, but it just makes me feel all icky when I leave them.

Another shot of Becherovka to make the icky feeling go away.

As I did so, a tall man came and sat right next to me, head covered by a military hat.

"Ca-" I stopped mid-sentence, suddenly feeling ill. Probably from the alcohol. "Can I help you?"
"Eh, I don't know." He then looked down, letting me properly see his face. "Can you?"

I should've known who it was as soon as he started talking. Yugoslavia. He and I had chatted quite a bit since our countries somewhat neighbor each other, but never talked just because. We always did for politics.

I sighed before answering. "You need something?"
"I dunno. Bored." He took my next shot and gulped it quickly, so that I couldn't swipe it out of his hands.

I stared him for a moment, doing it out of anger but getting distracted by how he looked. I wasn't sure if it was just the lighting or what, but damn, he looked hot.
"You ever get that weird feeling?" he asked, obviously very drunk.
"What feeling?"
"Like where you just want to kiss everyone?"
"You're horny, Yugoslavia. Go home or the next meeting will be much worse."
"You wanna help?" he asked, before starting to nuzzle my neck.

"Good God!" I said, pulling back from him. Admittedly, I did wish he kept doing that but was nervous about what everyone else would think.

"It's the alcohol talking... You're gonna regret it..."
"Not with you, I won't."

I could feel all the blood rush to my face as he gently pulled me to one of the bedrooms. Suddenly I started to silently worry about it. Did I actually want this? 

I didn't out there, but then again that was in public... Well, this isn't public. It'll be fine then.

He gently placed me on the bed, taking off my winter jacket and scarf. I helped him by taking off his hat and undoing his belt. It seemed he wanted to focus more on me, as when I went to take off more of his clothes, he stopped me and took off mine completely.

After taking off my clothes and setting them on the ground, he started to lick the sides of my breasts, making me gasp as I didn't expect it. He kept doing that until he got to a particular spot that made me jump a little. He started to suck and gently bite on the spot, making me quietly moan.

Apparently, he heard it and looked up at me with a smile. He then fully took off his clothes, letting me see what his body looks like. It was far from perfect, with all his old scars slashing his body in halves, but it was absolutely beautiful.

I could tell what he wanted from the way that he stood and looked down, so I slowly got down on my knees, looking at him while I did so. I took his member and slowly licked the tip, as if to tease him. I licked the sides of his shaft, earning a low and lustful groan from him.

I figured I was wet enough and so was his member, so I gently pushed him on the bed and got on top of him, cowgirl style. It hurt a bit when he pushed the tip into me, but quickly turned into pleasure as he started to thrust. 

He kept going faster and faster until my moans became too much to compress. He then quickly flipped us over so that he was on top and started thrusting incredibly quick, making me cry out in pleasure.

We both moaned (me more loudly, so much so, I'm sure everyone in the bar heard me) in our respective languages making it sound something like this:
"AAAAHHH JUGOSLÁVIE!"
"Ммм ти си тако чврст."

I came quickly, due to the speed of his thrusting and [impressive] ability to hit the g-spot. He didn't cum at the same time, and kept thrusting, making me a bit overstimulated. Thankfully, he came not too long after I did. He pulled out and laid on the bed next to me.

"Hey, Yugo-" I was about to ask if we could never talk about this again, but to my surprise, he had already fallen asleep. I figured it'd be mean to leave him butt-naked, since I was planning on going home, so I put him under the covers and tucked him in. A gentle kiss on the forehead, and I was on my way home, stumbling despite having Austria's help.

Honestly, I had almost completely forgotten about what had happened that night due to the alcohol.
I only remembered when I got a call from Yugoslavia the next morning, saying "we need to talk."

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I LIVEEEEEEE

Seriously, I haven't posted for a hot minute so hiiii
Sorry about not posting, I got really busy during the weekend and then the area where I'm at got a tornado warning yesterday 🙃

Thank you @nma1_pg for the request :D
And again, sorry it took a bit for this to be finished
Hopefully it's not awful awful

Thank you guys and have a nice day!

farewell~
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