"Oh… no… please stop… Arthur doesn't like it…!"
Tears ran down his face as he trembled. Looking up at the red-orange eyes he cried out in pain again as he was grabbed more forcefully. Sobbing he looked up again begging for him to stop. The larger nation smirked down at him and pressed the hand harder between his legs.
"Nooo! It hurts…!"
"Shut up."
Whimpering Arthur closed his eyes tight. Crying out when his neck was bitten viscously, he sobbed more as he was forced down onto the bed. Since his arms had been tied behind his back he couldn't use them. The yanking o his clothes made his cry harder as he looked up at the ceiling trying to blink the tears out of his eyes.
Suddenly he screamed as the man entered his body, rough and violent. Crying harder as they twisted to ensure the pain would override any pleasure that might be there.
"Arthur hurts! He hu-hurt…!"
"Mmmm, So good,"
"Hu-hruts! Stop, stop, stop! Please, please, please stop!"
It went on for what felt like eternity before it was over and the sickening seed spit inside him. Crying hard Arthur turned over to try and breath in more air. Something pressed against his head. Shutting his mouth with booth hands he tried to stay as quite as possible to avoid a hit to the head.
"There, you see how much I love you? We had a lot of fun, huh?"
Bam!
The world went black.
The next day Arthur thought that Alfred looked nice buried in his garden as he drank some tea in a cracked tea cup.
I regret nothing and I don't own Hetalia
