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It’s not something she’s embarrassed of, but Liechtenstein doesn’t like to admit it, either. She is, all considering, fairly inexperienced in intimate matters. Though all sorts of hijinks may have occurred while she lived in Austria’s house, she blissfully remained unaware of them. It was a proper sort of national childhood. However, when it came time for her to venture out into the world of sex and other such things, she had very little knowledge to rely on. Belgium, the kind and helpful country she was, had been happy to discreetly give her a few lessons, but some things Liechtenstein could not bring herself to ask anyone about. There was one quirk about England, that above all other things, she could not figure out, nor could she even think of the words to use to ask about even if she did manage to pull up the courage. She knew that body hair wasn’t uncommon, especially on men, but… in such an odd place, in such an odd shape! It wouldn’t be really much of a problem if she could just… avoid it, but England seemed to get more pleasure out of her rubbing the hair on his rear than he ever got out of the actual act of intercourse, or even receiving oral! He liked it, and he seemed almost hesitant to ask her to touch him there. Surely, he knew that it was an odd sort of thing… that or he was unaware of the oddity, but embarrassed because he never lasted very long when she rubbed him like that.
But still, he had always been very kind to her. He was a gentleman, and he treated her like a princess. And sometimes, when he had been drinking just a little and was mostly still sober, he’d go even farther and not treat her like a fragile little thing. She would deal with it—or learn to, shortly. It wasn’t really that big of a deal—surely, other male nations out there had similar quirks.
Right?
But still, he had always been very kind to her. He was a gentleman, and he treated her like a princess. And sometimes, when he had been drinking just a little and was mostly still sober, he’d go even farther and not treat her like a fragile little thing. She would deal with it—or learn to, shortly. It wasn’t really that big of a deal—surely, other male nations out there had similar quirks.
Right?