In Which There Is An Orgy
Or in which Kiwi (my Belarus) and I are horrible people.
The BASIC premise arose because we were talking about all the shipping wars in the Hetalia fandom, between RussLiet and LietPol and BelaRussia and LietBel and all that.
This is our solution. Written by her mostly:
Vodka. The kind of drink you never want to get mixed up with, especially with four other people. However, I was foolish, and mixed Vodka and giggles last night. I had originally intended to just share the spiked Vodka with Brother, however, he decided to bring Poland, Lithuania, and my sister Ukraine into the party. This of course irritated me, but after a few drinks, I didn’t feel so irritated.
Soon enough, I was leaning on Lithuania, and he on my chest, giggling at a strange joke I can’t really remember. Poland was in Russia’s lap, mock fighting him with playful punches, while Ukraine was behind me, nuzzling close to my back. All of a sudden, I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled. I wasn’t sure what was going on until I felt Ukraine’s bare chest against my apparently pale back.
“Shister, youre shoooo warm!” Ukraine giggled at me, hugging me from behind. I was about to say something, but then Russia and Poland scooted and surrounded me in a large mass of bodies. I was caught between all four of my companions, and apparently, the drink had gone to their heads. More zippers were pulled, and I got Lithuania’s pale chest in my face. It was better than turning my head and seeing Poland’s rump next to my cheek. I reached out, trying to find Russia, and soon my hand met something warm and round, but it was smaller than an arm or a leg. I smirked, but to my horror, it wasn’t my brother who I was holding.
“Ooh, Like, Liiieeet! She‘s touching meeee!” Poland giggled, scooting closer. I shoved him off, trying to find Russia with blurred vision. I finally found him, and held tight to his waist. However, I was soon assaulted from behind by something, or rather, someone behind me. Lithuania held onto my shoulders, giggling. I ignored him for a moment, finding the ability to wrap my lips around Brother’s landmass, but it was the feeling of being entered from behind that made me gasp. Now that I think about it, while Russia’s… landmass was huge, Lithuania was surprisingly large as well. I tried to shove him off, but suddenly Ukraine was under me, giggling as she held onto my breasts, suddenly letting out a moan as Poland rode her as Lithuania was to me.
I was freed from Lithuania’s grasp for a moment as he moved off, taking Poland’s bottom and letting me be free to have my way with Russia. Russia was gasping, but I doubt it was from me, as Ukraine’s lips were all over his neck and chest now, scooting up as close as she could, nearly sitting on my back to reach him. The rest of the night was a blur of random lovemaking and more sips of Vodka, until the morning sun came into the window.
When I woke up from the strange encounter, I was laying in a mass of bodies, unable to untangle myself from the pile until Lithuania and Poland woke up. I believe I’m the only one that remembers everything that happened, but perhaps.. Just maybe Russia remembers. If this is a good thing or not, I am unsure. I just know I am never going to attempt to do this again.
WE ARE HORRIBLE PEOPLE <3
Ksiezniczka
The BASIC premise arose because we were talking about all the shipping wars in the Hetalia fandom, between RussLiet and LietPol and BelaRussia and LietBel and all that.
This is our solution. Written by her mostly:
Vodka. The kind of drink you never want to get mixed up with, especially with four other people. However, I was foolish, and mixed Vodka and giggles last night. I had originally intended to just share the spiked Vodka with Brother, however, he decided to bring Poland, Lithuania, and my sister Ukraine into the party. This of course irritated me, but after a few drinks, I didn’t feel so irritated.
Soon enough, I was leaning on Lithuania, and he on my chest, giggling at a strange joke I can’t really remember. Poland was in Russia’s lap, mock fighting him with playful punches, while Ukraine was behind me, nuzzling close to my back. All of a sudden, I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled. I wasn’t sure what was going on until I felt Ukraine’s bare chest against my apparently pale back.
“Shister, youre shoooo warm!” Ukraine giggled at me, hugging me from behind. I was about to say something, but then Russia and Poland scooted and surrounded me in a large mass of bodies. I was caught between all four of my companions, and apparently, the drink had gone to their heads. More zippers were pulled, and I got Lithuania’s pale chest in my face. It was better than turning my head and seeing Poland’s rump next to my cheek. I reached out, trying to find Russia, and soon my hand met something warm and round, but it was smaller than an arm or a leg. I smirked, but to my horror, it wasn’t my brother who I was holding.
“Ooh, Like, Liiieeet! She‘s touching meeee!” Poland giggled, scooting closer. I shoved him off, trying to find Russia with blurred vision. I finally found him, and held tight to his waist. However, I was soon assaulted from behind by something, or rather, someone behind me. Lithuania held onto my shoulders, giggling. I ignored him for a moment, finding the ability to wrap my lips around Brother’s landmass, but it was the feeling of being entered from behind that made me gasp. Now that I think about it, while Russia’s… landmass was huge, Lithuania was surprisingly large as well. I tried to shove him off, but suddenly Ukraine was under me, giggling as she held onto my breasts, suddenly letting out a moan as Poland rode her as Lithuania was to me.
I was freed from Lithuania’s grasp for a moment as he moved off, taking Poland’s bottom and letting me be free to have my way with Russia. Russia was gasping, but I doubt it was from me, as Ukraine’s lips were all over his neck and chest now, scooting up as close as she could, nearly sitting on my back to reach him. The rest of the night was a blur of random lovemaking and more sips of Vodka, until the morning sun came into the window.
When I woke up from the strange encounter, I was laying in a mass of bodies, unable to untangle myself from the pile until Lithuania and Poland woke up. I believe I’m the only one that remembers everything that happened, but perhaps.. Just maybe Russia remembers. If this is a good thing or not, I am unsure. I just know I am never going to attempt to do this again.
WE ARE HORRIBLE PEOPLE <3
Ksiezniczka