welcome to the world of countryhumans!

America and Canada: talking to eachover

Germany: doing paper work in the living room

Romania: just chilling in the kitchen

S. Korea: listening to loud K-pop music in her room

Serbia and Albania: arguing over Kosovo

Greece: watching Drew Durnil on youtube

Italy: making food in the kitchen

Egypt: watching TV

South Africa: watching rugby

"Hey! There's no need for violence here!" America says, stepping between you and Russia. "Can't we all just talk about this like civilized people?" She glances at the screen, noticing your Cod WW2 game. "Or... maybe play a different game together? Help everyone take their minds off of things?"

"Ja, das wäre eine gute Idee." Germany agrees, nodding. "Viel lieber würde ich jetzt gerne Farming Simulator spielen."

"Umm... okay then," America says with an awkward laugh. "I guess we'll find something else to do together while you two cool off?" She glances over at the others in the room, unsure how to proceed now.

Germany: "Hey, you could always join us in the living room. I'm playing Rimworld and it's a lot of fun."

Egypt: "Or we could watch a movie together! Anyone got any suggestions?"

America: "...Well then. How about we clear some air first? You two seem pretty upset with each other." She gestures for both of you to sit down. "Let's talk this out like civilized folks."

"Hm. Well, it's good to hear that someone actually enjoys being dominated," America muses with a small smile, glancing at you and then Russia. "But I think we can all agree that there's a time and place for everything."

"What do you say, Russia? Would you be willing to talk about this and find some common ground?" America asks, resting a hand on her shoulder.

Germany: "Or we could play a cooperative game where everyone works together instead?" she suggests. "It might help ease some tensions and show that we can get along."

"Zombies? We're already dealing with enough idiots here," Italy teases with a laugh. "But seriously, I think that's not a bad idea. Maybe we could find something everyone would enjoy." She glances around the room, looking for consensus.

Germany grins. "Exactly! A game where we can all work together and support each other will do us good." Italy nods in agreement. "What do you say, Russia? Would you be willing to try it out?" she asks kindly.

Germany nods encouragingly at Russia as she ponders the offer. "It could help everyone relax and have some fun," she adds softly. America smiles warmly, hoping that their efforts to mediate the situation will be successful.

"I don't see why not," Russia finally says with a shrug. "But we need to establish some rules first."

"Haha, alright!" America laughs, relieved. "Let's just go with some basic rules then; no hurt feelings and everything in good fun." She glances at the others gathered in the room. "Anyone else want to add anything?"

"No cheating, I suppose?" Italy says with a smile. "And let's make sure we listen to each other and communicate openly." Germany nods in agreement. "And remember, patience is key when teaching newcomers the ropes," she adds, glancing at you. With the rules established, they all head off to find a suitable game to play together.

Germany pats you on the shoulder. "Don't worry, we won't force you to play something you don't know. We can find a game that everyone is familiar with, like Overcooked or A Way Out." Russia nods in agreement, her expression softening slightly.

"Counter-Strike sounds like fun," America says with a smile. "We can definitely give that a try! Maybe we'll all learn something new." She heads over to the computer room with everyone else in tow, ready to set up the game and start playing together.

"Alright, take your time," America says as you get to work removing the mods. "We'll just set up the game in the meantime." She glances around at the others in the room, nodding encouragingly. Everyone seems excited to finally start playing together and put aside their differences for a while.

America watches Germany follow you into your room with an amused expression. When she returns, her cheeks are quite visibly flushed and she's wearing a wide grin. She glances over at America for a moment before returning to the game preparations, casting one more sidelong glance in your direction as she passes by you. The look on her face speaks volumes: she's feeling rather good about things right now.

"So, how are we gonna set up this Counter-Strike match?" Italy asks, eager to get started. "Is it going to be teams or free-for-all?"

"That sounds perfect," America says with a smile. "Dust2 is always a classic. I guess we can just divide everyone into terrorists and counter-terrorists randomly?" She looks around at the group, making sure everyone understands how to play their roles before they begin. Once everyone's settled in and ready, she gives you a quick nod to signal that it's time to start the match.

As the round begins, chaos ensues; grenades fly through the air, shots ring out, and voices erupt with commands. The tension from earlier seems to have dissipated as everyone focuses on the game at hand. Even Germany, who followed you into your room earlier, is caught up in the excitement of it all. She glances over at you occasionally between rounds, her expression shifting back and forth between concentration and amusement.

As the game progresses, Germany continues to enjoy herself and even shows some impressive skill with her movements. While she's playing, there's a moment where you catch her looking at you out of the corner of her eye. She quickly looks away, blushing slightly, but not before giving you a sly little smile. The glance was so brief that it's hard to tell if it meant anything more than friendly encouragement... or perhaps something else entirely.

As the match ends in a victory for the counter-terrorists, you stand up slowly, taking note of who was on which side. Germany also rises from her spot and glances over at you once more before turning away with a small laugh. "Well played," she says sincerely, sounding genuinely impressed by your skills despite the outcome of the match. The others in the room chuckle and clap you on the back in congratulations, but their eyes linger on Germany as they do so.

It's clear that there's still some unspoken tension between her and Russia... or perhaps it's something else entirely. Either way, the dynamic between these two female Countryhumans continues to be an interesting one - both on and off the battlefield.

Germany smirks and crosses her arms, blocking your path to the door. "And where do you think you're going? It's not like we didn't have fun playing together," she teases with a wink in your direction. Her presence feels almost like a challenge as she continues to stand between you and any semblance of privacy, her body language unintentionally accentuating the figure hidden beneath her clothing.

The other females in the room exchange glances, some looking mischievous while others simply look amused by the developing situation. They all know that this could go one of two ways - either Germany would let you pass once she's gotten what she wants... or she might decide to press her advantage further. Either way, it promises to be an interesting development in this ongoing story between these various Countryhumans.

Her smirk widens as she traces a finger lightly along your bulge, the contact sending shivers down your spine. "Oh, I don't know...maybe I just want to make sure you remember our little game tonight," she says with a wink before lowering her head and giving your member a soft lick.

The other women in the room watch intently, some openly salivating at the sight. Their ears perk up as they hear the sounds of Germany's ministrations: wet lips smacking, soft moans escaping your own throat... It seems that this may be a performance worth watching after all.

As Germany continues to pleasure you, Russia sneaks up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist. She chuckles softly into your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "You see? I told you they'd be fun..." she whispers before pressing her ample bosom against the back of your head, pinning you in place.

The other women in the room watch this display with varying expressions; some look envious or lustful, while others seem to enjoy seeing these two female Countryhumans interacting so intimately. The tension between them seems to have dissipated for now, replaced by a shared sense of camaraderie and pleasure.

As the atmosphere in the room grows increasingly heated, each female Countryhuman finds themselves drawn closer to the erotic spectacle unfolding before them. They eagerly undress you, revealing your naked form for all to see and touch. Germany continues to expertly pleasure you with her mouth even as she strips away your last scraps of clothing.

The women giggle and moan in unison, their breath hot against various parts of your body as they explore and caress you. Some take turns sucking on your nipples or running their fingers through your chest hair, while others kneel between your legs to tease and play with your erect member.

Their actions grow more frantic and urgent, mirroring the rising tide of desire that washes over them. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air as they lose themselves in their explorations of your body. And amidst it all

As the party reaches its climax, each woman's movements become more frenzied and passionate. They croon words of encouragement into your ear, their voices thick with arousal as they watch their efforts begin to pay off. The air is heavy with the scent of sweat and lust, making it hard for any of them to think straight or resist giving in to their baser instincts.

Your body tenses and shudders, sending waves of pleasure through you as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. Screams echo throughout the room, some coming from delight while others are muffled cries of release as they too find their own private bliss at last.

The party continues long into the night, fueled by an unspoken agreement not to mention anything that happened. As each woman finds her own release, there's a sense of camaraderie and understanding that washes over them, binding them together in ways they couldn't have expected. Even though tensions may flare up between them at times, these moments serve as reminders of what really matters - the shared humanity beneath it all.

As the party reaches its peak, each woman takes a moment to appreciate the moment with you. Japan strokes your cock in a soothing rhythm while Saudi Arabia locks the door to ensure privacy and safety. The knowledge that they have complete control over this situation only adds to their pleasure as they surround you, drawing closer still.

It's clear that for now, at least, these women view themselves as equals in this decadent revelry - dominant ones who can take whatever they desire. And what they desire most right now is you... their captive sex slave.

"You're very welcome," Saudi Arabia purrs as she watches you writhe beneath their combined attentions. "We all just want to make sure you have a good time." Germany, who'd been sitting on the couch nearby, smirks knowingly and winks at you before standing up and slowly making her way over to join in on the fun.

The other women in the room continue to murmur words of encouragement, laughing and giggling as they watch their playmate squirm beneath their touch. And as more of them are drawn into the circle around you, it becomes harder and harder to tell who's doing what to whom - only that each action intensifies the pleasure coursing through your body.

As hours pass, the orgy reaches its peak once more. Each woman takes turn pleasuring you in their own unique way, and as they grow bolder with each touch, so does your arousal. Your moans echo through the room as they push you closer and closer to the edge of release, relishing in the power they have over your body. You try to resist giving in but eventually succumb to their persistent ministrations, crying out as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you.

For now, at least, you are nothing more than a plaything for these women; their captive audience and willing sex slave. And it feels so damn good.

The other women in the room exchange knowing smirks as they watch you lose yourself to their touch. It's clear that this wasn't just about pleasure for them; it was also about proving who was in control, and right now... well, all of them seemed to be taking turns being in charge. And with each moan from you, each quiver of delight beneath their hands, they only grew bolder and more daring.

Germany smirks as she glances at Russia across the room; there's a challenge in her eyes that speaks volumes about their ongoing rivalry. They've both been enjoying themselves immensely so far... but who will truly be the one to drive you wild tonight? Only time (and more orgasms) will tell.

As the night wears on, the women continue to experiment with your body. Some take turns using their mouths and hands while others explore new areas of pleasure using various sex toys they've retrieved from their bags. The air is thick with sweat and moisture as each woman tries to outdo the other in giving you the best orgasm possible. Even though it seems like this party will never end, a part of them knows that eventually they'll have to return home. But not before making sure you're properly satisfied...and exhausted.

China glances at you with an amused expression as she uses her tongue to circle your nipple. "I think he's had enough fun for one night," she says, laughing softly. The other women in the room exchange knowing looks and smirks but continue to pleasure you regardless, each wanting a piece of this delicious treat before they say goodbye.

You can feel the energy in the room shift as everyone starts to wind down, slowly returning to their senses after hours of indulging in this decadent orgy. Soon enough, one by one, they begin to stumble off to bed, thanking you for an amazing time and promising not to forget about this experience anytime soon. As the last door closes behind them, silence finally falls over the apartment once more... but not before each of those women had left their unique mark on your body and soul.

The next morning finds you curled up in bed, exhausted but oddly content. You can still feel the weight of Russia and Germany pressed against your back as they sleep peacefully beside you, their warmth enveloping you like a comforting blanket. As you watch them breathe slowly and rhythmically, it's hard not to think about last night...about how good it felt to be so wanted and needed by all of them.

A soft knock at the door interrupts your thoughts; it's probably one of the other women coming to check on you before they leave for the day. With a yawn, you climb out of bed and pad over to answer it, still clad only in a t-shirt and boxers. When you open the door, though, you find that it's not who you expected at all...but someone else entirely.

Nato raises an eyebrow at the sight of you, dressed only in a t-shirt and boxers. "Looks like someone's been having quite the time," she remarks with a smirk. "I just wanted to say goodbye before I head out." She pauses, looking you over one more time, before adding playfully, "You know...if you ever want to get together for round two, just give me a call." With another smile and a wink, she turns on her heel and disappears down the hallway, leaving you standing there feeling somewhat flustered yet oddly aroused.

As you slide back into bed with Germany, her eyes flutter open and she looks down at your erection lodged inside her. A mischievous grin spreads across her face as she wraps her arms around you tightly, moaning softly into your ear. "And here I thought I'd be the one giving it to you today," Russia murmurs sleepily from where she lies pressed against your back.

Germany chuckles and kisses you before glancing over at Russia with a teasing smile. "Maybe we can all have some fun later?" she suggests, her voice husky with desire. The look they share tells you that this isn't just about sex anymore...it's become something much more complex than that. Something uniquely entwined with the emotions and connections they share as Countryhumans.

"Well, isn't this cozy?" Saudi Arabia remarks as she walks in to find the three of you curled up together. "I think I'll just join in... no harm in letting us all have a little fun before we go our separate ways today." With that, she climbs into bed between you and Russia, positioning herself so that her body is pressed against both of yours.

The four of you lie there for a moment, savoring the closeness and heat that radiates from one another. It feels good to know that despite your differences as Countryhumans - or perhaps because of them - you can come together like this...and share something so intensely personal.

The warmth and closeness in the bed intensifies as you all relax into each other. Saudi Arabia's soft moans against your skin spark something primal in Germany, who begins to writhe under her touch with increasing urgency. "Yes... like that," she whispers hoarsely before meeting your gaze and locking lips with you passionately.

Your cock throbs inside of her as you taste her desire on her tongue. Her hands roam freely over your chest, teasing your nipples until they're hard and sensitive. The sensation is almost too much to bear; the need to reciprocate so intense that it spurs you into action. With a groan, you pull back from the kiss long enough to lean down and take one of Russia's breasts into your mouth, sucking hungrily as your hand slips between her legs in search of her aching center.

The sound of wet skin slapping against skin fills the air as you eagerly explore one another's bodies. Saudi Arabia's hips buck up into your touch, her moans echoing around the room as she feels the force of your arousal for the first time. Russia gasps and arches beneath you, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she tries to steady herself.

The intimacy between the four of you is palpable; a tangible energy that seems to build with each passing moment. It's almost as if this shared experience has brought you all closer together...not just physically but emotionally as well. The lines between Countryhumans begin to blur, leaving behind only a web of desire and connection that transcends boundaries and labels.

Russia moans louder, her nails digging harder into your shoulders as she reaches climax. Her body tenses and quivers beneath yours, her orgasm wracking her slender form in waves of pleasure. "Oh god... so good..." she gasps out before collapsing back into the pillow with a satisfied sigh.

Germany's breath hitches as you continue to tease her breast and stroke her clit, her eyes rolling back in her head. She arches up into your touch, crying out your name as she finally comes undone, shuddering violently in your arms. "Ahh... you... so..." Her voice trails off into a series of ragged gasps as the waves of pleasure wash over her.

Saudi Arabia watches them both intently, her fingers curled around your shoulder as she feels herself growing ever closer to climax.

With another lusty moan, Saudi Arabia presses her body harder against yours as she comes undone as well. Her hips jerk forward, meeting your rhythm perfectly as she cries out in ecstasy, her orgasm pulsing around your cock. Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper inside of her as she writhes in pleasure beneath your touch.

The air is thick with the scent of sweat and sex, making it difficult to breathe in anything but desire. As you finally release yourself within Saudi Arabia's grasp, your body goes limp on top of hers, spent from the intensity of the orgy. The four of you lie together for a moment, catching your breath as waves of pleasure wash over and through you like an ocean tide.