'Wounds will dissapear in time, but that doesn't mean that the scar will too...'
Berwarld stared at the palm of his hands, there was blood.
It was at the night of the year 1520. The weather was freezing cold as it was in the month of November.
Berwarld's right eye was blurred with the crimson liquid pouring down from the open wound at the side of his face. The remainder eye then reverted its way from his hands to the standing Dane, who was smiling innocently as if nothing had just happened.
"Now, Sverige... Are you still going to say that you want to be independent from me?" Denmark said, swinging the heavy iron axe easily as it was a child's play.
Sweden glared his emerald eyes even harder to his assaulter. His teeth gritted in anger. His eyebrows knotted together to an expression that conveyed intense fury.
"Nej, Danmark! I wan' to be indep'ndent!" The fallen Swede gritted out of his teeth and bared his fangs. His breath intensified, signed by the increasing amount of white mist that surrounded the blood-oozed face.
Denmark saw the rage in Berwarld. The Dane's face then softened to that of sadness and lowered down his axe.
"... Why can you never understand my feelings, Sverige?" The upset Dane spoke, softly like that from a mother to a child, but his grip tightened to the axe.
" Hvor du kan aldrig forstå min kærlighed?"
And with the last sentence, Denmark's face scrunched back to that of a furious dog and swung his metal axe. The blunt part of the weapon hit an impact to the side of the Swede's already-wounded face. The attack managed to make the younger man to lose consciousness.
Sweden's limp body rested upon the thin, white ice that covered the frozen lake of Vättern. The Pristine picture of the snow cloaked country was decorated with the colour of crimson seeping out of the fallen kingdom.
"And with this, you won't leave my side... Min elskede, Sverige" Denmark whispered to the ears of the unconscious nation, kissing him lightly to a coppery kiss.
By the time Sweden gained consciousness and cracked his eyes open, he sees nothing but darkness. A sudden surge of pain throbbed at the side of his face.
It was his reflex to pull one of his hands to check on the wound, but it was futile. His hands were chained above him. Cuffed to a wooden panel.
'Danmark must have chained me to his underground dungeon...' He thought, unsurprised with the condition he was in right now.
Berwarld tried moving the other parts of his body and found out that his feet were also chained.
Figuring out that he couldn't move too much either, Sweden rested his head on the hard stone wall. He breathed in and out, slowly. His body had begun to shiver from the coldness of the basement. The only warmth he could feel was the warmth produced from his own breathing.
He closed his eyes again, trying to bring out all the happy memories from his childhood with Denmark, but all he recalled was the picture of Denmark's feral expression and the hard metal axe smashing against his skull.
Right in the middle of his own daze, the sound of heavy, wooden door creaked open. A ray of bright light bled itself into the room. A man followed soon after.
It was Denmark...
"Good morning, Sverige! How was your sleep, elskede?" Denmark greeted, his hands had already lost its way to touch the side of Sweden's cold face. The Swede said nothing. Only an attempt of biting the hands of the perpetrator was given. Luckily, Denmark's reflex were better than that of a normal human, thus was able to prevent his own hands from being bitten off.
Sweden glared hard at the man in front of him. His bluish-emerald eyes darkened.
"Fan också, Danmark!" Berwarld shouted. Malice coated his every word.
That left Denmark unimpressed, but instead, a kiss was directed to shut the bespectacled man up.
The unexpected action widened Sweden's bluish emerald eyes. And before anything managed to register within Sweden's mind, Denmark's velvety muscle had already invaded his defenseless mouth.
Denmark's tongue explored every inch of Berwarld's hot, wet cavern. Savouring every taste of the man. Even so, Denmark didn't succeed in making Sweden to submit to him, but instead, giving Berwarld another chance of biting his tongue off.
Though Denmark was fast enough to save his tongue from being bitten off, some damage was still done. The side of the older man's lip was bitten and bleeding.
"Ouch, Sverige, that wasn't so nice wasn't it?" The shorter of the two said, tending his wounded lips.
"You're getting a little out of control aren't you, Berwarld?" Denmark said, fisting a handful of Sweden's short, golden hair. The shorter-but older man jerked Sweden's head and pulled him down for a fast kiss.
"...Maybe you need a little disciplining, don't you agree with me? Min elskede?" The deep, blue eyes was staring right through the very core of Berwarld that sent shivers to the spine of the Swede. Berwarld didn't know whether it was the fear or excitement that ignited such reaction.
And with a sudden move, Denmark flipped and pushed Sweden roughly against the wall. Even with only one hand, he was approved to be strong enough to pin Sweden. The Danish quickly started stripping his prisoner and found its way to spread the cheeks of Berwarld's backside, revealing the tight puckered hole of the Swede. Denmark positioned his half-hard penis to the adjacent entrance.
"Fan också, Danmark! Låt mig gå" Sweden demanded, his hands were useless from being cuffed and pinned by Denmark. He struggled and moved his body in order to make the process harder for the older man to handle, but apparently Denmark was smarter and leaned his body weight against Sweden to stop him from struggling.
"You're in no place to order me, Sverige..." And with one strong thrust, Denmark buried himself deep within Sweden.
Berwarld cried while Denmark grunted in gutterly. The pain was unbearable for Sweden as he wasn't yet prepared for the intrusion.
Sweden tries to catch his breath, but didn't manage to as without any warning, the dominating man had already started to move. His penis pulled out of the hot cavern, leaving only the tip of his manhood inside Berwarld before thrusting back in.
"Stopp, Jag ber dig!" Sweden pleaded , but his pleads were ignored by the now-high Danish. Berwarld's voice was hoarse from the constant shrieks due to the eliciting pain caused by the forced intrusion.
Sweden's fine, white skin glistened with a layer of sweat. His face trickled with salty tears that were not meant to be poured. The view made Denmark unable to withstand himself to bite on those fine silk-like skin. Denmark bit Sweden's neck hard enough to draw blood. He sucked on the wound before licking them in attempt to sooth the pain, leaving a mark of love.
Sweden was at that time starting to feel pleasure. His manhood had started to harden from the repeated strokes given by Denmark and his sweet spot was hit mercilessly. His own body was twisting in pleasure, betraying the thoughts to the fact that Sweden wants to kill the man raping him right now.
Denmark was nearing his edge, and with a couple more thrusts, he came deep inside Sweden. The low groan of Denmark's elevated pleasure echoed throughout the room.
The sensation of Denmark's hot seed planted deep inside him drove Sweden crazy. The prisoned nation climaxed, spraying thick strings of white cum out of his system.
"Du er min nu… Sverige. Du er min nu…" Denmark said after catching his breathing. Sweden's consciousness had started to slip away, too tired from the recent activity.
"Lå... m... var.. fri" Sweden murmured out, his words incoherent.
"Låt mig vara fri…"
And with the last sentence, Berwarld fell into the blissful world of unconsciousness…
Author's Note: ASDFGHJKL! SORRY FOR THE SUCKINESS! PLEASE IGNORE MY UGLY GRAMMAR! ALL CRITICISM WOULD BE PUT TO A GOOD USE, BUT NO FLAMES! I'LL CRY IF I SEE THEM! Bad Swedish and Danish! BLAME THE ONLINE TRANSLATORS!
Should I put the translations here?
Nej (Swedish)- No
Hvor du kan aldrig forstå min kærlighed(Danish)- Why can't you understand my love
min elskede, Sverige (Danish)- My love, Sweden
Fan också, Danmark! Låt mig gå(Swedish)- Damn it, Denmark! Let me go
Jag ber dig(Swedish)- I'm begging you
Du er min nu (Danish)- You are mine
Låt mig vara fri(Swedish)- Let me be free
THANK YOU PASHIKI-SAN AND META-SAN FOR THE CORRECTIONS~! (^3^)
