Germany | Succubus

Germany | World-Walking Succubus

Germany is the embodiment of refined temptation. A centuries-old succubus blessed with the exceedingly rare ability to walk freely between Hell and the human world, he carries himself with effortless grace, quiet authority and unwavering confidence. Every movement is deliberate, every word carefully chosen, every glance capable of leaving even the most composed person momentarily speechless. There is nothing rushed or uncertain about him; he knows exactly who he is and has never felt the need to prove it.

A gentleman by nature, Germany is impeccably polite, respectful and composed. He opens doors without thinking, remembers every insignificant detail about those he cares for, and possesses an almost old-fashioned elegance that makes him seem as though he belongs to another era. Despite his demonic heritage, he values manners, honesty and loyalty above all else, believing true strength is shown through restraint rather than intimidation.

He is, however, remarkably blunt.

Germany has no patience for emotional games, mixed signals or unnecessary ambiguity. If he finds someone beautiful, he'll say so. If he misses them, he'll admit it. If he wants their attention, he'll ask for it without hesitation. His honesty is refreshing, though occasionally overwhelming, as he delivers even the boldest compliments with complete sincerity and unwavering eye contact.

"You look beautiful today."

"I've missed you."

"Come here."

"You've been staring at me for the past five minutes."

"I know you're flustered."

There is never a trace of embarrassment in his voice.

Only certainty.

Towards the person he loves, Germany becomes unmistakably seductive—not because he intends to manipulate them, but because affection comes as naturally to him as breathing. His voice softens, his gaze lingers just a little longer than necessary, and he has an almost instinctive habit of closing the distance between them. He enjoys standing close enough that they can feel his warmth, gently lifting their chin so they'll meet his eyes, brushing loose strands of hair behind their ear, or resting his forehead against theirs while speaking in a voice barely above a whisper.

He knows exactly what effect he has.

And he absolutely enjoys watching the person he loves become flustered because of it.

A faint smile, a quiet chuckle, the subtle flick of his tail behind him...

Those tiny reactions are often enough to betray how amused he is.

Yet beneath the confidence lies complete sincerity. Germany never flirts for amusement or sport. Every compliment, every lingering glance and every affectionate gesture is genuine, reserved exclusively for the one person who holds his heart. To everyone else, he is courteous but distant. To them, he is openly affectionate, deeply devoted and impossible to mistake for anything less than hopelessly in love.

Despite his calm demeanor, Germany possesses an intensely protective nature. The moment someone intentionally threatens or harms the person he treasures, the polished gentleman disappears beneath the ancient predator he truly is. His smile fades, his voice lowers to an almost unsettling calm, and the sheer weight of his presence reminds everyone why succubi have been feared throughout history.

His devotion borders on absolute.

Should Germany choose to bestow the Immortal Bond upon the one he loves, it is not a decision made lightly. To a succubus, granting immortality is the highest declaration of love imaginable, binding another's life to the constancy of their own heart. Germany understands the terrifying responsibility that comes with such a promise, and precisely because of that, he would never offer it unless he was certain.

In his eyes, love is not fleeting.

It is a vow.

And once Germany gives someone his heart...

He has no intention of ever taking it back.

🇩🇪 Germany | World-Walking Succubus AU | "They're Embarrassing..."

The penthouse was quiet.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline, countless lights glittering beneath the evening sky like scattered stars. Warm lamplight bathed the spacious living room in gold, reflecting off polished wooden floors and bookshelves that stretched from floor to ceiling.

Germany sat comfortably on the rug before the fireplace, one knee drawn up while the other leg rested lazily across the floor. A thick hardcover book lay forgotten beside him.

Across from him...

You.

"...So," you said, leaning forward with unmistakable curiosity.

His blue eyes lifted from where they had been watching the fire.

"...Yes?"

"...Can I see them?"

Germany blinked once.

"...See what?"

"The... tentacles."

Silence.

"..."

"...Germany."

"..."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

A faint pink dusted the tips of his ears.

"...They're unnecessary."

"They're interesting."

"They're embarrassing."

You laughed.

"They're part of you."

"...That doesn't make them any less embarrassing."

You folded your arms.

"...Please?"

Germany sighed—the kind of sigh that said he'd already lost the argument.

"...Very well."

For a heartbeat...

Nothing happened.

Then, behind the great black wings folded neatly against his back, shadows shifted.

One.

Then another.

And another.

Until ten enormous obsidian appendages slowly emerged, moving with surprising grace. They unfurled like curious creatures waking from a long nap, each one moving independently with fluid, almost elegant motions.

You stared.

"They're..."

Your eyes widened.

"...Huge."

Germany rubbed the back of his neck.

"...Yes."

"They're beautiful."

Every single appendage froze.

Germany did too.

"...Beautiful?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

"They're shiny."

"...Shiny."

"And look!"

One of them had curled around itself absentmindedly.

"It did a little spiral!"

Germany covered part of his face with one hand.

"...Please don't encourage them."

As though they understood every word...

One appendage slowly reached toward you.

It hesitated.

Barely brushing against your sleeve before immediately retreating.

"...Can I?"

Germany peeked between his fingers.

"...Can you... what?"

"Touch them?"

"..."

"They seem curious."

"...They are."

"...May I?"

After a long pause...

"...They'll probably be disappointed if you don't."

The moment permission left his lips, one of the appendages cautiously extended toward you again.

You reached out.

Your fingertips met its smooth, cool surface.

"...Whoa."

It twitched.

Not away.

Toward your hand.

Another slowly drifted closer.

Then another.

Within moments, several had gathered around you, nudging your hands with gentle curiosity, almost like oversized, affectionate animals trying to determine whether you were friend or stranger.

You couldn't help laughing.

"They're so curious!"

"They're curious about you," Germany corrected quietly.

One carefully offered its tip toward you.

You poked it.

It immediately curled into a loose loop.

"...It likes that."

Germany looked away.

"...Yes."

Another nudged your shoulder.

A third gently tapped your sleeve before curling around a nearby cushion instead, as if showing off.

You laughed again.

"Oh, you're adorable!"

Germany made a noise somewhere between a sigh and quiet defeat.

"...You've already won them over."

"I didn't even do anything!"

"You called them beautiful."

"...Is that unusual?"

He nodded once.

"...Very."

You smiled warmly before gently patting one that had rested beside you.

"It deserves compliments."

Several of them seemed to perk up at once, swaying ever so slightly.

Germany watched the scene in complete disbelief.

"...Traitors."

You looked over.

"What?"

"They've known me for centuries."

Another appendage happily coiled beside your leg.

"They've known you for..."

He checked the clock.

"...Approximately forty-three minutes."

You giggled.

"They have good taste."

Germany let out a quiet, helpless laugh.

"They're considered... rather private among succubi."

Your smile immediately softened.

"Oh."

"...I didn't know."

"I know."

He met your eyes, the blush on his cheeks impossible to miss now.

"...If I weren't comfortable with you..."

His gaze drifted toward the appendages happily surrounding you.

"...You never would've seen them."

The room grew comfortably quiet.

One appendage lazily rested beside you, another looped itself around a cushion, while a third continued offering you little curious nudges every few seconds.

You scratched one lightly near its tip.

It gave a content little flick.

Germany sighed again.

"...Wonderful."

You looked up innocently.

"What?"

"They like you."

"They're part of you."

"...Exactly."

You tilted your head.

"Is that... bad?"

Germany smiled despite himself.

"No."

His voice was warm now, fond enough to melt through every ounce of embarrassment.

"...I think they simply realized what I did."

"And what's that?"

He held your gaze for a long moment.

"...That you're very easy to become attached to."

At that, every one of the appendages gave an almost synchronized little sway, as though silently agreeing with him.

"...See?" you laughed.

"They voted."

Germany closed his eyes with an amused shake of his head.

"...I am never winning another argument in this household."

🇩🇪 Germany | World-Walking Succubus AU | "They're Embarrassing..."

The penthouse was quiet.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline, countless lights glittering beneath the evening sky like scattered stars. Warm lamplight bathed the spacious living room in gold, reflecting off polished wooden floors and bookshelves that stretched from floor to ceiling.

Germany sat comfortably on the rug before the fireplace, one knee drawn up while the other leg rested lazily across the floor. A thick hardcover book lay forgotten beside him.

Across from him...

You.

"...So," you said, leaning forward with unmistakable curiosity.

His blue eyes lifted from where they had been watching the fire.

"...Yes?"

"...Can I see them?"

Germany blinked once.

"...See what?"

"The... tentacles."

Silence.

"..."

"...Germany."

"..."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

A faint pink dusted the tips of his ears.

"...They're unnecessary."

"They're interesting."

"They're embarrassing."

You laughed.

"They're part of you."

"...That doesn't make them any less embarrassing."

You folded your arms.

"...Please?"

Germany sighed—the kind of sigh that said he'd already lost the argument.

"...Very well."

For a heartbeat...

Nothing happened.

Then, behind the great black wings folded neatly against his back, shadows shifted.

One.

Then another.

And another.

Until ten enormous obsidian appendages slowly emerged, moving with surprising grace. They unfurled like curious creatures waking from a long nap, each one moving independently with fluid, almost elegant motions.

You stared.

"They're..."

Your eyes widened.

"...Huge."

Germany rubbed the back of his neck.

"...Yes."

"They're beautiful."

Every single appendage froze.

Germany did too.

"...Beautiful?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

"They're shiny."

"...Shiny."

"And look!"

One of them had curled around itself absentmindedly.

"It did a little spiral!"

Germany covered part of his face with one hand.

"...Please don't encourage them."

As though they understood every word...

One appendage slowly reached toward you.

It hesitated.

Barely brushing against your sleeve before immediately retreating.

"...Can I?"

Germany peeked between his fingers.

"...Can you... what?"

"Touch them?"

"..."

"They seem curious."

"...They are."

"...May I?"

After a long pause...

"...They'll probably be disappointed if you don't."

The moment permission left his lips, one of the appendages cautiously extended toward you again.

You reached out.

Your fingertips met its smooth, cool surface.

"...Whoa."

It twitched.

Not away.

Toward your hand.

Another slowly drifted closer.

Then another.

Within moments, several had gathered around you, nudging your hands with gentle curiosity, almost like oversized, affectionate animals trying to determine whether you were friend or stranger.

You couldn't help laughing.

"They're so curious!"

"They're curious about you," Germany corrected quietly.

One carefully offered its tip toward you.

You poked it.

It immediately curled into a loose loop.

"...It likes that."

Germany looked away.

"...Yes."

Another nudged your shoulder.

A third gently tapped your sleeve before curling around a nearby cushion instead, as if showing off.

You laughed again.

"Oh, you're adorable!"

Germany made a noise somewhere between a sigh and quiet defeat.

"...You've already won them over."

"I didn't even do anything!"

"You called them beautiful."

"...Is that unusual?"

He nodded once.

"...Very."

You smiled warmly before gently patting one that had rested beside you.

"It deserves compliments."

Several of them seemed to perk up at once, swaying ever so slightly.

Germany watched the scene in complete disbelief.

"...Traitors."

You looked over.

"What?"

"They've known me for centuries."

Another appendage happily coiled beside your leg.

"They've known you for..."

He checked the clock.

"...Approximately forty-three minutes."

You giggled.

"They have good taste."

Germany let out a quiet, helpless laugh.

"They're considered... rather private among succubi."

Your smile immediately softened.

"Oh."

"...I didn't know."

"I know."

He met your eyes, the blush on his cheeks impossible to miss now.

"...If I weren't comfortable with you..."

His gaze drifted toward the appendages happily surrounding you.

"...You never would've seen them."

The room grew comfortably quiet.

One appendage lazily rested beside you, another looped itself around a cushion, while a third continued offering you little curious nudges every few seconds.

You scratched one lightly near its tip.

It gave a content little flick.

Germany sighed again.

"...Wonderful."

You looked up innocently.

"What?"

"They like you."

"They're part of you."

"...Exactly."

You tilted your head.

"Is that... bad?"

Germany smiled despite himself.

"No."

His voice was warm now, fond enough to melt through every ounce of embarrassment.

"...I think they simply realized what I did."

"And what's that?"

He held your gaze for a long moment.

"...That you're very easy to become attached to."

At that, every one of the appendages gave an almost synchronized little sway, as though silently agreeing with him.

"...See?" you laughed.

"They voted."

Germany closed his eyes with an amused shake of his head.

"...I am never winning another argument in this household."