She wasn't dissatisfied with their sex life. Far from it. Hungary was fairly certain that theirs was the envy of any other nation. They were both very open with the other, and both would give or take as was requested. Hungary was more than happy to let Austria take the lead, playing her like the finest of pianos. Austria was more than happy to let Hungary live out her deep desire to rip that lead from him.

But still, as a couple years passed, a small niggling started forming in her mind. It was silly really. What more could she possibly want? Her husband was more than good enough to her. He allowed her to use him as she desired, to the point where sometimes she would move from fingers to her tongue to properly shaped (and sanitary) objects. There was nothing more she could ever wish to accomplish. Ultimately she had a vagina and wonderful as it was, it could not be used to thrust into Austria.

The niggling was still there though. And it was growing more and more relentless.

When she talked to Austria about it he sighed and gently stroked her face. He couldn't think of what else to do, and was genuinely sorry he could not fulfill his wife's deepest desires. But he promised her that if she should ever think of something, anything he could do to help, he would do it in a heartbeat.

One such idea came one day as Hungary brought some tea into the tearoom for Austria, herself, and the uninvited guest, Prussia. His dropping in wasn't uncommon. As much animosity he and Austria had between them (and no little amount between him and Hungary), their having grown up with one another seemed to always bring them back together. Even after having a full-bore war against one another the year before, Prussia had come and teased Austria in the week up to and after their marriage, hadn't he? Simply goes to show, she supposed.

Sometimes she did miss those younger years. They fought wars then too, but things still seemed simpler. Perhaps it was because they were physically young. Hungary could still remember way back when, when she still was waiting for her penis to grow in, the three of them going off "hunting" and getting lost for hours. When they finally found their way to Austria's house, one way or another they all just stumbled onto the same great, big bed and fell asleep. Where had that innocence gone?

Oh, right, Hungary laughed to herself. That fateful day when she stumbled on the two then teenage boys playing in the water and she felt her that first thrilling rush of lust.

As she placed the tray on the table her mind continued to reminisce, and before she could stop herself she recalled her second fantasy. Hungary paused, blinking, and it wasn't until Prussia was making some sarcastic comment and waving his hand in front of her eyes that she was brought out of her thoughts. She looked up at Prussia, stared at him for a moment, and then shifted her gaze to Austria. He looked at his wife oddly. Without a second thought she shifted her weight and unashamedly assessed the potential of what lay in Prussia's lap.

Both of the men were startled by her sudden keen interest. Prussia laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck and asked her something about how awesome his five meters were.

His laughter died away as Hungary not only finally looked away but then turned and asked Austria if they could talk in private. The man was unsure as to what his wife was thinking, but nodded and excused the two of them, following her out of the room and eventually ending in the piano room.

And there they talked, Hungary explaining the basics of her idea, Austria trying his best to absorb the idea, and finally asking if she thought that would fulfill her. She did pause a moment to think for the first time, but finally weakly shook her head, saying that she wasn't sure, but it might.

Austria took in a deep breath, carded his hand through his hair, and finally told her that if she was alright with it, and there was even the possibility that it would please her, then he wanted to consider the option.

And so the couple sat on the lounge couch, fingers interlocked between them as they discussed and debated and negotiated. It took a few hours to have it planned out to the finest details. But with every agreement and every suggestion, they both became more and more confident with the idea. By the end, when Austria went through the entirety of their plot once more to make sure there was nothing missing, Hungary was almost certain that it had to work. If this could not cure her, nothing would.

When they left the room, the sun was growing close to the horizon. One of the maids informed them that Prussia was still around, and that he was last seen riffling through the paperwork in Austria's office.

After ten minutes of searching and another ten minutes of Austria chastising the other nation for daring to touch his things without permission, Hungary asked Prussia if he would come with them to a private room to talk. He first gave her an odd look, but then smirked and told them to lead the way. Once the door was closed behind them and they had all settled down, the married couple looked at one another before Austria began to speak.

Hungary had originally wanted to describe their request, seeing as it was her own idea and desire, but Austria had insisted that he wanted to. She wasn't sure if it was because he wanted to try to separate her from the perversity of the request as much as possible in the other nation's mind, or if perhaps it was his slightly possessive nature of his wife. Ultimately she decided it was the latter, as Austria made the guidelines exceedingly clear, telling Prussia exactly what was not allowed, and what he was not allowed to do to his wife.

As Prussia listened, he looked surprisingly sober. It wasn't until Austria was done and there was a moment of silence before he asked Prussia if he would fulfill their request that his face broke into the widest of smiles.

"Come on Roderich, do you even need to ask? How could I deny such a desperate request for my awesome services? But, are you sure I can't just touch--"

"No, you may not."

"So you'll do it?" Hungary asked, finally speaking up for the first time. She felt jittery and nervous, but equally excited and elated. Prussia leaned back in his chair, lifted his feet up to rest on the coffee table, and winked at her.

"For you and Roddy? Oh yeah. But mostly for you. He's going to owe me for this."

Roderich blanched at that, and as he spoke swatted at the feet scuffing his furniture. "Owe you?"

"Well, duh," Prussia replied, rolling his eyes. "I'm fulfilling your kinky needs, so of course you would owe me. My awesome services aren't cheap you know!" With that he again placed his feet on the wood surface.

"W-why I—they're not—or, well, I…" Austria faded off his objection, biting his tongue. Hungary watched his cheeks redden before resting a hand on his shoulder.

"It's alright darling, let me." She grinned at her husband before switching her gaze over to Prussia. Hungary shifted until she was mirroring the nation's body position and, with a bit more care, laid her own heels against the wood. With an arched brow and an amused look on her face, she asked, "What makes you think this is for Roderich?"

Prussia gawked at her, opened his mouth, but nothing came. Finally he broke out in a loud cackle, sitting up again and leaning forward. "Well, well, well, you kinky mistress you. Tell you what, just for you, I'll do it for free. No strings. Unless of course you wouldn't mind me groping your--"

"No, you may not."

He shot Austria a dirty look. "Spoilsport."

"Do you remember everything you're supposed to do?" Hungary asked, quickly removing her feet from the table and glancing to Austria in apology. Prussia leered at the two of them.

"Definitely. When it comes to sex, I have an awesome memory. So, shall we get to it?"

Ultimately, it took another half an hour of sending all the servants off, informing them that they were relinquished of their duties for that evening and the following day, and were welcome to either return to their quarters or go and vacation. Hungary had to admit that bringing Prussia along seemed to help, as he did his best to give them just the right look that implied that, really, they should find refuge elsewhere for the night.

As soon as the house was vacated, the trio headed to the bedroom.

It didn't take long for Hungary to have her husband on the bed beneath her, straddling his hips and tauntingly rolling against them as they kissed deeply. She slowly slid her hands under his shirt, pushing it up and over as his own hand grasped her breasts, which were now spilling out the top of her dress he had pulled down seconds before. Hungary moaned his name when he bent his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth, humming against it when she threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him towards her.

If all their years of marriage had taught Austria one thing, it was how to remove his wife's dress quickly and without having to give it even a glance. He just continued to lavish Hungary's breasts as hooks and ties fell away and the fabric bunched around the curve of her hips. With a smirk she lifted herself up and as he kissed her stomach deftly pushed the fabric down until she could crawl out of it and over Austria. With the gentlest of pushes he was prone on his back as she kissed his mouth again, rubbing her naked skin over him.

Hungary couldn't help opening her eyes as she did so and glancing over at Prussia who was leaning against the doorframe. His posture was easy, his arms crossed and his shoulders lax, a lazy grin on his face. But his eyes were intense, flickering in the half-lit room as he took in the scene. They were focused on her hips, then the arch of her back, her small waist, rising to watch her breasts, and when Austria let out a moan as her hands cupped at his arousal, they flicked back down to watch the action there.

Smirking, her free hand tilted Austria's head so his face was towards Prussia and dipped her tongue into his ear, knowing how much he loved that, knowing how it showed in his face. She was teasing Prussia, she knew that, and Prussia knew that, but it didn't seem to stop him from losing himself for a minute, the grin fading as all his attention was focused on their show for him. Well, Hungary's show she supposed. Austria would give him nothing of the sort voluntarily, but she found a great amount of pleasure in taunting Prussia.

"Elizaveta," Austria started, turning to face her again, his cheeks newly flushed. No doubt he had seen how Prussia was watching them so intently. He drew his hand against her cheek, kissing her again, speaking against her lips. "I want you to look at me. Remember, it is just you and me here. Us."

Her heart melted and she kissed him with increased fervor. "Of course. No one else…"

"I love you, my dear."

"Mmm… I do as well…"

They both heard the faux vomiting noises coming from the door way, and chuckled before kissing yet again. There was shifting and soon Hungary was kissing down Austria's chest, her hands deftly undoing his trousers and dragging them down. She licked and nipped down his abs, over his hip, and down his thigh as pants, socks, and shoes were all undone and thrown to the way side. She was fairly certain she heard a yelp from Prussia, no doubt accidently hit with a shoe, but she didn't mind. He would heal.

Hungary licked her lips and she looked at her husband, loving the way his chest rose and fell and the sheen of sweat that covered his body. There was no part of Austria's body she didn't want to touch. Her sex was throbbing, and she knew she couldn't wait any longer.

With open mouth kisses down the inside of his thigh, by the time she reached Austria's arousal he let out a guttural noise of approval, his head tilting back against the sheets. She smiled and hummed around him, her other hand groping against the sheets for the oils. Just inside the periphery of her vision a pale hand held out the jar towards her and she dipped her fingers into it, making sure to smear on a decent amount. With that the hand disappeared again and all but left her conscious thoughts, which had quickly refocused on her husband spread out before her.

And so, ever so slowly, she pushed a single finger inside him, relishing in his moan in return. There was little fight against the intrusion, but nevertheless she took it slowly. Starting languidly and shallowly, Austria was clearly against her methods and was moving his hips down, forcing her further inside. Hungary chuckled against him before removing her mouth and focusing on her fingers. Finally she thrust a second finger in, but took it just as slowly, stretching him ever so gently and smoothly, as she might have done in the beginning when he was unused to this sort of thing.

But he didn't need such carefulness now. They both were aware of that and Austria clearly felt that this was just her torturing him for the fun of it. And he would be partly right.

However, Hungary also wanted to be sure to do this right. In a sense, this was almost like their first time. Not for them perhaps, but for what they had planned, it was a first of sorts. And she wanted to make sure he enjoyed it.

She kissed the inside of his knee as she inserted a third digit. Austria was pushing down on them in time with her thrusts, but even so managed to push his upper body up so that he was leaning on his elbow, his other hand reaching towards her face. With a smile Hungary leaned over him, meeting his mouth with her own.

"N-now…" Austria stammered breathily, kissing her cheeks and into her hairline. "I would like you in me, Elizaveta."

The buzzing and pounding down below grew so intense from just his words that she thought she could have climaxed then and there. But even as she moaned and felt her own hips roll, begging to be touched, she took a deep and shaky breathe to calm herself. When she finally opened her eyes, Austria was almost smirking up at her.

"S-so, that's what it feels like when I say that to you?"

"Well, did you almost climax?"

"Of course."

Austria smirked. "Then yes, darling, it is. Now, do I have to say it again?"

Hungary laughed and removed her fingers from their duty. "No, though I wouldn't mind it if you did." The mattress creaked and she could feel it dip behind her. When she felt Prussia broad chest rest against her back, she suddenly wondered how and when he had taken off his clothes, and how she had missed it. Nevertheless she moved up until she was straddling Austria again, the nation behind her shifting forward as well and settling between her husband's legs.

"Alright then," Austria laughed before his voice hitched as his hips were lifted and his thighs rested on Prussia's. "Elizaveta?"

"Yes?"

Austria hastily pulled her face down to his own, massaging her soft tongue with his own. When he finally broke away he pulled her down further so he could whisper in her ear. His voice was shaky, and she could tell he was a bit embarrassed to say such a thing, but he was still not hesitant with his words.

"I need you inside me, now."

She hated to admit it, and for years to come wouldn't confess to it, but the shudder that encapsulated the entirety of her body was most certainly her first orgasm of the evening.

It did not however slow her down, but rather she found herself with a rush of excitement. She lifted herself back up and raised her hips, carefully positioning her husband's arousal against her. Prussia shifted behind her.

Hungary turned her head slightly and whispered to him, "Remember, follow my lead."

He snickered in her ear. "Of course. This is your five meters for the evening."

"Hell yes it is."

She turned back around and, watching Austria with a careful eye, slowly took him inside her. Simultaneously Hungary felt Prussia move behind her, pushing himself inside her husband just as slowly. When she stilled, he did as well.

Austria's head was thrown back and his hands clenched at the sheets beneath him. But that wasn't pain she saw on his face, or at least not much. That was pleasure, and that sent renewed shockwaves down into her lower abdomen.

And so she continued to move her hips and her husband continued to be filled as he never had before, and it sent her head spinning.

This would do it. She was sure now.

When Hungary had him completely sheathed inside she waited a moment, watching his back arch and his brow bead with sweat, and simply imagined that she was the one inside him. She was doing this. In truth it was definitely the sensation of being inside her just as much as having Prussia inside of him, but Hungary cast that thought from her mind. She would pretend.

Although it was hard to do with Prussia's broad chest against her back. She would never seriously consider ever doing something with him on her own, as she had all intentions of being faithful. But even so, Hungary could not deny that he was definitely the best choice for this little escapade.

When Prussia started breathing heavily against her neck, she understood that they should move, now. So she lifted herself up and pushed back down, savoring the loud gasps that escaped Austria when she and her "five meters" moved.

Hungary started to moan in turn as she increased the pace, feeling filled and having her nerves race to keep up with the sensations, all her visual and auditory intakes filled with the display before her, filled in tandem with her. But even so her desire got the better of her.

She leaned back until her head was on Prussia's shoulder and whispered breathily to him, "Keep going, please. And don't speed up until I do so." Again, there was that snicker, though now it was breathier and may have been mixed with a gasp. He nodded.

"I already told you. It's your five meters tonight."

As they continued Hungary lifted her hips up and off of Austria, leaning against her palms and tilting her head down. And there, between her legs, she watched as "her" five meters pushed into her husband, no, thrust into him, and was captivated. Hungary watched and noted every detail; the way the hips rolled, the way Austria seemed to thrust back, pulling the arousal inside further, the way "her" five meters was there and then sudden disappeared within the warmth of her husband.

And god, just the way those hips thrust forward into him, taking him, claiming him.

Hungary felt, with all her heart, like she was claiming her husband.

Her body felt like it was on fire, and she desperately, oh so desperately wanted to be touched, but her position was such that she needed her hands to support herself, and she simply couldn't pull her eyes away. Not just yet. What made it worse was that that ruled out her husband's manhood as well, as that would block the view.

Perhaps it was the way she rolled her hips, or the desperate noises she made, but before she could consider her predicament for another moment an arm wrapped around her and there were fingers inside her, pushing in, massaging her, and Hungary made a thankful noise.

She knew it wasn't Austria's hand, but at that moment she couldn't even consider refusing the offer. And she could always pretend.

And so Hungary watched, fascinated and aroused, biting her lip as calloused fingers pushed inside her in time with their thrusts. It was wonderful, and she could feel herself reaching the brink of climax again.

But that was also when she realized the pace was simply too slow.

There was nothing she wanted more than for those sinfully talented fingers to hurry the pace, and when she looked down at her husband's face, she saw how his brows were knitted. Hungary knew that look; that was the look on his face when she was teasing him to the point where he was about to go mad if she didn't hurry it up.

And that was all it took. Fast as lightening she pulled the hand away from her sex and pushed herself back up, positioning herself over Austria's arousal again. Under her breath she said to Prussia, "You better be able to keep up."

Hungary all but dropped herself down, crying out as finally she was completely filled again and heard a great choked gasp from Austria. And she continued at a fevered pace, riding him desperately and watching as he was thrust into just as quickly and his resounding moans in response. Prussia's breath was still hot against her neck, but beyond that her brain couldn't even acknowledge his presence.

All she saw was Austria, her beloved husband, beneath her; moaning and clutching at her hips and his back arched and his eyes heavy and dark, looking only at her. She knew by now that special spot deep inside him was be assaulted in such a way that he wouldn't last long. He was in a frenzy with all the pleasure he was receiving, and that pushed Hungary to the edge.

She suddenly threw her hand back, grabbing onto Prussia's thigh and digging her nails into it. Prussia's heavy breathing hitched, and as she impaled herself onto Austria, so many things happened that her mind simply couldn't keep up. Hungary was clenching around her husband as she came with a cry; Austria jerked and shouted as he came inside of her; Prussia was trying his best to bite back a deep guttural noise as he no doubt came as well.

It wouldn't be until the next day and her head had cleared that Hungary would realize just how miraculous it was that somehow, she had pulled off not just Prussia coming the same time as her (as was agreed), but for all three of them at once.

No, at that moment, as she slowly spiraled down from her sex-induced high, all that she knew was how very, very satisfied she was.

Hungary practically fell onto her husband, lazily leaving open mouthed kisses wherever she found skin. She rose and fell with his chest, and noticed it shook a bit as he chuckled so softly it almost seemed like a shaky breath. The smile that broke out on her own face was unavoidable.

"What? Was I that good?" Hungary asked teasingly. Austria placed a hand on her back and caressed it lovingly as he laughed again.

"I must admit, my darling, you were spectacular. I was just thinking we'd have to keep this to ourselves, or else all the ladies and gentlemen will be vying for a chance at you."

"What, me and my 'five meters'?" she replied with faux incredulous. She saw him roll his eyes.

"Well, I'm not sure if I would call it five meters…"

"Oh for god's sake would you two stop that? I'm right over here you know!" Hungary peered over to see that Prussia had rolled off and away to the other side of the bed, lying on his back with his hands behind his head. And despite his tone, the look on his face betrayed his satisfaction. She giggled at him.

"Just give us a moment, won't you? Practice a little patience," Austria chided lightly, smiling nonetheless. He brushed the hairs sticking to Hungary's face away and kissed her slowly, gently, and lovingly.

"You're beautiful, my dear."

"As are you," Hungary replied, kissing him on the nose before finally rolling off of him, settling next to him.

Which happened to be next to Prussia on the other side.

It was almost like some perverse recreation of her childhood memory, and the thought only made her smile all the greater.

"Thank you Gilbert," she said, turning her head and grinning at him. He smirked back, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

"It was no problem. Just doing what I do best. Which, since I'm so awesome as it is, means I'm the best you could get. You're just lucky I like ya. Usually I'd consider some sort of compensation…" Even though his face was towards the ceiling, Hungary noticed the way he was eyeing her breast. As had Austria.

"Gilbert, I told you before, I will not allow you to touch my wife."

"Oh come on Roddy, for god's sake I just leant her my five meters to fuck you up the ass, and I can't even touch her boob?"

"No means no."

"You can't be serious!"

She couldn't help rolling her eyes. "That is enough you two. Look, fine, Gilbert, my right breast is all yours for tonight." Hungary watched as his ruby red eyes lit up and quick as a flash his hand was outstretched across the bed, happily groping the soft flesh.

Austria was sitting up now, looking incredibly appalled. "But, but dear, that's not what we agreed on!"

"I know, I know, but really, it's just a breast."

"But that's my breast," Austria complained bitterly. Hungary couldn't help snickering.

"Really? Because last time I checked, they were on my body." Oh the confusion that encased her poor husbands face. Austria was still angry and possessive but knew that he was heading down a path towards an argument he did not want to have. Hungary couldn't help but take pity on him. "Really, Roderich, it's alright. That's all he gets, and only for tonight. The rest of me is all yours, including," she laughed, cupping her left breast, "this breast over here."

Austria still grumbled as he shot Prussia the dirtiest of looks, to which the nation replied by sticking out his tongue at him, before laying back down, purposely shifting flush against her side and taking a firm grasp of his indicated breast.

Never would Hungary have imagined that in her quest of fulfilling her vaguely masculine desires, she would end up having to try to sleep with two men's hands settled possessively on her very feminine breasts.

But that was alright. She loved being a woman, so why not let them enjoy it as well?

Hungary snuggled her head against Austria's chest, happily breathing in his scent. "Thank you."

He kissed the top of her head, and she knew he was breathing in her scent as well. "There's no need for that. Truly. I already told you I would do anything for you." There was silence for a moment before he quietly asked, "Did it work?"

The grin that broke out on her face was more than answer enough.

"Was I good?"

The grin on his face was just as capable at conveying the answer as hers. But even so, he murmured, "Yes, the best."

"Perfect even?"

"Yes. Well, except," he started, glancing over at the offensive hand, "that."

"Well, too bad for you Roddy, cause tonight, Prussia has claimed one of your wife's vital regions!"

"Good night Gilbert," Hungary ordered, and with a humph Prussia closed his eyes and shut his mouth. She turned back to her husband. "Now, Roderich, listen. It's alright because I'm your wife, and I love you. Truly. Why else would I give you the breast with my heart underneath it?"

Austria was tempted to argue that that was simply because it was on his side of the bed, but couldn't when her mouth caught his, kissing him into submission. When they parted, he sighed in defeat.

"How can I ever hope to win an argument against you when I'm so desperately in love with you, Elizaveta?"

"Well, you can always use my desperate love for you against me," she replied. And then she continued, "Or, you could always withhold sex from me. I hear from my lady friends that men hate it when their ladies do that. "

Austria couldn't help but chuckle. "But dearest, how could I ever deny you?"

"Or I you?"

With one last kiss, the couple whispered their good nights and sank into sleep.

Using Prussia as a substitute for Hungary's lack of the anatomical parts needed worked wonders. The next morning she woke refreshed and energized, no longer having the overbearing niggling at the back of her mind. After prying the hands still clinging desperately to her chest off, she threw on her petty coat and went down to the kitchen, making the morning tea and some breakfast. She may no longer be the maid, but she still went through the movements as if it were only yesterday. When it was done she piled it all onto a tray and traveled back up the stairs. The smell of the food finally woke the men. Austria tried to insist that they should eat in the dining room, not their bed, but when Hungary teased him about how she knew he probably couldn't walk or sit correctly right now, he let the subject drop.

And in truth, their marriage went on as normal. The staff returned and Prussia left for his own home, and all was as it was.

Their normal sex life was far more than enough for Hungary and her husband, and for years they kept just that. Sometimes the desire would crop up and, if they were good terms with Prussia at the time, Hungary would get her 'five meters' and be sated for another half a dozen years.

Hungary was happy. Sometimes she would visit old places or see things that reminded her of the past and she would smile. All those years of her youth waiting for a penis that would never come in; a teenage-hood of uncontrollable hormones and crazed libido; decades of working for Austria, and all the wonderful and terrible things that came of their unvoiced attraction to each other and her constant sexual frustration; their marriage, with a satisfying release of all that sexual energy, while at the same time being so awkward and filled with hesitation about experimenting; her final cure for her deepest desire that started the whole thing; it was, quite simply, quite an amusing timeline to look at from where she was now.

By the end of it, Hungary knew quite positively that no, she did not in fact want a penis. She was a woman, and thanked the lord regularly that she never grew a penis.

Hungary was a woman alright. She just happened to be a woman who liked to give what she got.