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Own Goal?	By : D-Wolf Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2144 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The following is a fan-based parody that I make no profit from. Hetalia: Axis Powers are the property of Hidekaz Himaruya, Studio DEEN, BS11, and FUNimation Entertainment. Please support the original release. Also, EURO 2012 is the

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- 1-Own Goal?
- 2-Italy Won!
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DISCLAIMERS! And other notes

1)      The following is a fan-based parody that I will make no money off of. Hetalia: Axis Powers and the characters involved are the property of Hidekaz Himaruya, Studio DEEN, BS11, and FUNimation Entertainment. Please support the original release. Also, EURO 2012 is the property of UEFA and FIFA

2)      All Characters are intended to be of a physical, psychological, and emotional age of 18 years.

3)      I know I screwed up on Lovino’s name in part 1, so I corrected that here.

                Ludwig slumped his way into the locker room. He knew it was his fault. When Feliciano came in last night, he should have shoved him away, gotten some rest. But no. He let him in his bed, and let him do that with his mouth. He was so tired that the only goal he got was on a Penalty. Christ, between the exhaustion and the image of the auburn haired Italian, bobbing up and down on his cock…

                *SNAP!* Ludwig quickly snapped out of it and noticed a note on his locker. He took it and read it.

                ~Dear Ludwig,

                                You Lost! ^u^ You’ve never been able to beat me very often in football, have you? Don’t bother changing or showering, it will be ok. I do kind of like your smell after you’ve fought hard. So hurry up and meet me in my room. ;)

                                                                                Feliciano <3~

                “Dah! That stupid pasta head! How can he be an utter failure when it comes to real matters but a god in football?!?!” Was all he could shout out before he then sighed in defeat. He had lost, to Feliciano. And so now had to ‘pay up’. Ludwig shuddered, and looked back onto his ass. It was going to be a long night….

                Feliciano giggled in delight, both at the win and at the upcoming post-match fun he was about to have. It was one of the few times that the big, strong, tough Ludwig had to surrender to him, and the thought, well, was very exciting. He so wanted to just take the German the instant he came in, but then where would the fun be? He laid back on his bed giggling when he heard the knock on the door.

                “Whooo is it?” in that sing-song voice that he goes into when he’s happy.

                *sigh* “It’s Ludwig,” Sound about as depressed as possible.

                “Come innnnnn.”

                Ludwig opened the door, and saw Feliciano, sitting on the bed, again wearing only his jersey top. The Italian looked up, and smiled.

                “Well, come in, and close the door! Lovino’s gone out with the rest of the squad, so it will just be us.” The smile turned into a wickedly evil grin, as Feliciano looked over his friend. Hot, sweaty, with his jersey almost sticking to his well-defined chest. Boy, did he love being good at football right now.

                “Look, can we please just get…” Ludwig tried to ask but was cut off by Feliciano

                “But Ludwig, we must do it in the right way. So tell me, have you been a good boy today, or a bad boy today?”

                Ludwig knew the answer, but chose not to say it right away “I…I’ve been a good boy today, sir.”

                Feliciano’s grin grew wider “Oh? And you call falling on your face over and over trying to beat little ol’ me being a GOOD boy? Oh no Ludwig, you have been a Bad Boy. A VERY Bad Boy.” He then sat down on the bed “And now you must pay the penalty.”

                Ludwig shuttered as he did what was expected. He laid down across the Italian, his ass perfectly on Feliciano’s lap. Feliciano then quickly pulled the German’s shorts and athletic underwear down, exposing his firm ass to anyone who could see. He murred at the sight and whispered “Now we get to have the real fun.” He raised his hand and brought it down quickly, square on Ludwig’s ass. “Now don’t make any noise. Otherwise you’ll spoil my fun,” was all the Italian said as he continued spanking the naughty boy, his erect penis now poking into the German’s chest. Ludwig did his best to not make a noise, but squeaked a little bit each time the firm hand came down on his already sore bottom, the muscles tightening with each hard smack. Soon however, Feliciano felt something of Ludwig’s poking against his leg.

                “Oh, my little pet, did that hurt, or were you enjoying it? Well then….” Feliciano reached down and pulled out a bottle that appeared to be lube, and poured it onto Ludwig’s ass. The German shuttered as the cool liquid flowed onto him, causing him to relax.

                “Now you’ll be loose enough to really have fun with,” the Italian whispered in Ludwig’s ear as he had the German stand up, and then bend over the bed, lowering his head so Feliciano could have better access to that prime piece of ass. Ludwig then felt a firm grip on his hips as suddenly he felt something shove into his now loosened asshole. He knew what it was, and while it hurt at first the sudden thrust of Feliciano’s cock felt SOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD! For something that was seriously supposed to hurt even if one gets used to it, the Italian’s cock felt great inside of Ludwig’s ass, and already was tightening up around it. He moaned into the bed sheets, clutching as the young man behind him was equally enjoying the tight German ass clutching his tool.

                “Mmmmmmmmm!! Doitsu’s ass is sooo tight, I really think you lost that match so you would be fucked by me afterwards. Why don’t you admit it for me? If you don’t…” The Italian reached around and gripped along the base of Ludwig’s cock “I won’t let you cum, and I won’t cum inside your ass like you love me to.”

                Ludwig blushed at the thought. “I..I lost..I lost..”

                Feliciano smiled “Yes?”

                “I…I Lost so you would love me!” Ludwig sputtered out as with a final cry of pleasure, he felt his orgasm rush through him, his lover’s hand released from his throbbing cock as he feels both his and Feliciano’s cock shoot out their loads; his fell onto the bed, while his ass was filled with the Italian’s.

Later, after Ludwig had left and the room was cleaned up, Lovino returned and saw his brother already asleep.

“Heh. Guess the plan worked after all. Perhaps I should give Antonio a visit before the finals…”

[Well, left it open for either way, and turns out the brothers can be evil little sex-fiends when they want to. I’d really like some reviews for this and perhaps I’ll write the sequel. ;)]
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