I do not own Hetalia. If I did, there'd be more SuFin!
Pain coursed through my body as another thrust came and a grunt sounded from my self-proclaimed husband. He lay above me with a sadistic grin on his face as he pounded me into the sheets. The makeshift gag in my mouth muffled my screams and I could almost feel blood pooling on my rope-bound wrists. Pain…pure pain…and he wouldn't stop…not until HE was satisfied. Already I had reached my limit…already I could feel weak and ready to pass out…and he'd let it.
Soon, my world faded to black…
I shot up and panted. I looked at my wrists. No blood, no rope marks. A nightmare…
I heard a mumble from my side and looked down. He was there. He looked less scary than he normally did, and his hair was still disheveled from earlier. Earlier…earlier he was gentle. Earlier…he whispered my name many times. Earlier…he was sweet and caring. Earlier...he said he loved me. Earlier he went at my pace and stopped once I was finished. I didn't black out like in my nightmare…I-I…screamed his name, and he held me close…calming me with his words and soothing my body with callused finger tips…
"T'no…m'w'fe." He muttered in his dreams.
I looked at him. Sve…I'm not your wife, but...as my nightmare flooded my mind, I couldn't help but smile softly. I can be such a girl. To think he'd actually hurt me…after all we've been though. I guess…I guess…maybe…just a little…tiny bit…
"I love you…Berwald." I whispered, kissing Sweden's sweat-covered forehead…and his arms wrapped around me possessively…lovingly…a perfect balance of care and strength. And I fell asleep like that, my head under his chin, and I knew…nothing would be the same for me again.
I already have a sequal to this ready to go, but I won't post unless I get at least three reviews. ^-^