Germany may be confident with war and business problems, but let's face it, when it comes to relationships, he's a clueless, awkward fish out of water. (Episode 22 of the Beautiful World, anyone?) He doesn't have much experience at all with romance, and books can only take him so far, therefore resulting in a flustered mess 90% of the time. And damn, did you love it.

"Ludwig!" you sang out, leaning casually against the bedroom doorframe. "I have a question for you!"

Germany looked up from the manual he was pouring over. "Ja, what is it, (Y/N)?" he asked, bookmarking his page and standing up courteously. Aw, what a gentleman~

"Are you a virgin?" you asked sweetly.

His expression was priceless, and you felt sure that if you had not been blocking the only exit, he would have run out of it as fast as he could. He was, however, essentially cornered, so he instead opted to stare awkwardly at a point somewhere over your left shoulder.

"N-nein," he stammered. "Just . . . vizh vomen."

You smirked. "You've never had sex with any woman? Any at all?"

"Nein." His face looked about ready to catch fire as he said it.

"So if I were to . . . hypothetically get really horny," you suggested innocently, "you wouldn't know what to do?"

He didn't seem able to find a suitable answer, which was more than answer enough for you. You stepped into the room, closing the door behind you.

"Are you very busy right now?" you asked, eyeing him up and down purposefully.

"Nein, I vas just reading zhis book Italy sent-"

You raised your eyebrows now. "Not a manual for once?" you asked, temporarily forgetting your plan.

"Not . . . um, not exactly . . ."

Now curious, you picked up his discarded book and scanned the title. A grin spread across your face. Talk about fitting into your plans perfectly.

"A sex guide, Ludwig?!" you exclaimed delightedly. "You were reading a manual on how to have sex?"

Germany's face was entirely red by now, and he glanced at the window as if wondering whether or not jumping from the second story would be worth the escape.

"Ja, I vas," he admitted, looking anywhere but at you. "I vanted to learn vhat to do vizh vomen so zhat you and I could . . . vell-"

You placed his book back on the stand and paced nearer to him.

"Shh," you purred, pressing a finger to his lips. "Don't talk. Haven't you ever heard that the best way to learn is by doing?"

"J-ja-"

"I said to shh," you chided, grasping his shoulders and pushing him towards the the bed.

He tripped over the boots he'd left by his bedside and toppled backwards onto the mattress. This suited you just fine, and you jumped up on top of him, sitting astride his chest and smirking down at his wide-eyed expression.

"Class is open," you said seductively, leaning down to plant a slow kiss on his neck. "Ready for some doing~?"

He stared at you in shock, but you ignored this and instead kissed his neck again, working your way lower. Unfortunately, his shirt hindered much of your progress, so you pulled back and fixed him with a smirk.

"Strip," you ordered.

"W-what?"

"Aw, is someone shy?" you cooed, making him go red again. "Fine. Just your shirt, then. I'll deal with the rest later."

He started to say something, but you covered his mouth with your hand.

"Don't talk," you growled. "Just listen. Got it?"

Hesitantly, he nodded.

"The shirt," you commanded. "Now."

You moved over so that he could remove the tank top, and as soon as it was off, you tackled him with another volley of kisses, this time progressing down his chest and along his abs. You stopped when you reached the top of his pants, but only long enough to lean up and lightly kiss his lips.

"I've barely touched you," you said teasingly, running your fingertips along his belt to the buckle and winking devilishly. "Are you this excited already? Maybe I don't have to take off my clothes after all . . ."

He was still obeying your order not to say anything, but he narrowed his eyes at you in answer. You bit back a laugh and obligingly removed your shirt before unclipping your bra.

"Better~?" you asked sweetly, unfastening his belt and pulling his pants down his hips, along with his boxers. "Good. Now then, let's do something about this, shall we?"

You turned your attention to his hardness and traced your tongue down the length, causing him to inhale sharply, then moved your fingers along it to tease the tip, still flicking your tongue against the shaft tantalizingly. Somehow, he was still relatively silent, so you looked up curiously, only to find that he was biting into his knuckles in an effort to keep quiet.

"Ludwig, when I told you not to speak, it wasn't a commandment," you said, raising an eyebrow and kissing him again. "I want to hear your noises."

His blush worsened a little. "Sorry . . ."

"Don't be - you're still sexy."

You kicked off your own pants and tugged down your panties before straddling him once more.

You assumed the proper position and lowered yourself down onto him, letting out a sound of pleasure as you did so. You moved your hips against his, increasing your pace all the while until you both were panting and emitting soft moans interspersed with sharp gasps and occasional curses. You felt something suddenly contract within you. Germany swore softly, and something warm spread through your lower regions. A moment later, the tightening knot inside you snapped abruptly, and you cried out his name before collapsing against his chest, breathing heavily from the intense wave of pleasure that had crashed over you seconds before.

A minute or two later, he ran a hand through your hair and down your spine.

"(Y/N)?"

You looked up at him. "Yeah?"

"Zhe book . . . I zhink it said zhe man vas supposed to be on top."

"Hah, not always," you said, grinning and rolling over so that you weren't squashing him as much. "I think I just proved that." You paused, then leaned up and kissed his lips. "Tell you what. You finish reading that book, and I'll let you try topping next time."

A/N: There is still an ordinary Germany x Reader lemon in the line up, but this was a request, and it happened to get done first.