Hi, I'm Zavaha. This isn't my first attempt at writing a fanfiction. I attempted to write fanfiction when I was 14. That didn't work well. I sucked. Because of that, I am very self conscious about my writing. I've had this beta read, gamma read, delta, epsilon, and zeta read. xD That's how unconfident I am about it. I hope you enjoy it though.

Title: His Puppy
Rating: M
Warnings: BDSM, M/M and all that comes with it, yangire Italy, and I will edit if I decide to add anymore warnings.
Pairing: ItalyxGermany
Germany is Italy's favorite pet.
The reason I wrote this is because I requested it at the hetalia kink meme on livejournal and not one person commented. So I decided I fill my own request.

"Ve~" Feliciano sighed contentedly, his voice hushed and soft. Leather boots with worn soles padded slowly across an old hardwood floor, each step making the aged wood panels groan. The Italian tilted his head, the sepia colored curl bobbing with the movement, and flashed a quick, toothy, grin. This grin was directed at what struck one as a slightly large box, one that appeared suitable for a large dog. The grin faded as quickly as it had come and the Italian hummed faintly, making his way over to a line of hooks on a far wall. Placed on these hooks were only two items: a navy, peaked cap, and a riding crop.

Feliciano swept an index finger along the brim of the cap before setting it atop his head, hiding the sensitive curl beneath it, keeping it safe from any possible targeting. He reached into his back pocket, unveiling a single leather glove. Delicate fingers slid themselves into the glove and wriggled around, stretching until they felt comfortable, while the naked hand removed the riding crop from its place on the wall. The leather flap of the crop was snapped, quickly and loudly, against the palm of the Italian's gloved left hand. Feliciano smirked a tad, satisfied with the sound that it made, and stepped toward the hulking box. Knees cracked as Italy knelt in front of the opening of the box, lazily fingering the locking device on the face of the grated door while listening to the soft buzz emanating from somewhere deep inside the crate.

"It seems like you have been good, cucciolo. I think you deserve a reward." Feliciano whispered huskily, opening the grated door and reaching the gloved hand in. His index and middle fingers hooked into the large ring of a collar, and he tugged. The German that had been inhabiting the box jerked forward with the tug. On all fours, Ludwig crawled out of the dog kennel and stared ahead. Despite having no scrap of clothing on his body, his massive pale form was coated with a layer of sweat. Adorning the top of his mussed, blond hair was a headband outfitted with costume dog ears. A matching tail had been affixed to his rear end in a peculiar way, seeming to poke right out of the German's rectum. The tail seemed to elicit from the German some very interesting but hushed sounds. Blocking the way for most sounds that would escape his mouth was a rubber ball gag.

"Ve~ What a cute puppy you are, Germany." Feliciano's new smirk was dark. Ominous. "Let's see what kind of reward we have for good puppies like you."

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