A/N: After going hiatus for god-knows how many months to read as much aph fanfic as I can, I come up with this. And this is the 1st hetalia fic out of many I have that I will first ever upload for the public to see. Deer lord.
Literally spent my nap time writing this instead of napping, so pardon for errors but hopefully they're minor.
WARNINGS FOR RAPE AND ITS EXPLICIT DESCRIPTIONS. (rape does not happen between us/uk/us) AS WELL AS SOME STUFF ABOUT RELIGION AND THE MIND OF A RAPE VICTIM COPING THROUGH PORNOGRAPHY. LOTS AND LOTS OF MENTION OF SEX AND THE LIKE
Arthur had known a little bit after he went to high school that his perversion went way extreme than teens his age.
For one, every boy in his school never failed to react strongly at a photo-a photo, for crying out loud-of a naked woman's torso, legs, or breasts, or any naked part of a woman, for that matter. It seems like just the sight of even the skin of their armpits will make these boys wet their pants. It's pathetic, but most pegged that to Arthur being a stuck-up (and prude) straight A student. Also he's spent the last two years of high school as the Student Council President, so that stuck-up (and prude) straight A student stereotype never left him until he graduated, leaving everyone in the dark about this stuck-up (and prude) straight A student's darkest, deepest secret. Secrets. Whatever.
So, back to his perversion.
When did it start, anyway?
He doesn't remember either.
The earliest childhood-yes, childhood-memory he had about something like that was when he was around six or seven, no longer sure if he's still in pre-school or just started elementary school but he's sure as hell can read already because if not then there's no way he wouldn't unravel a poster-sized calendar to check which day will his birthday come this year, then check for his brothers too, because why not. A part of him hopes it was one of those Chinese-themed calendars that have funny zodiac animal drawings in them in every month of the calendar, with tiny reading about people's fortunes who were born under the animal's year. He rather enjoyed reading those too.
But what he finds instead was an image of a naked man, the calendar bit of this supposed calendar were printed in a tiny, hard to read font, all compressed to the side to make way for the image.
Arthur's excuse at that time was that he was too young to understand even the concept of prudishness, not to mention he grew up with older brothers, whom he shares baths and showers with, which he enjoyed fully because it's fun to play in the water and since he's the youngest (by at least 6 years) his brothers enjoy lifting him and throwing him into the water-filled tub.
Also the picture was of a naked man. Its not like he hasn't seen what this one has to offer, he's seen that on himself, on his dad, and on his brothers.
But there was just something in that naked man's gaze, maybe, that caught little Arthur's attention. Something about how seductively-not that he knows that's what that look meant back then-he gazed into the camera, making it look like he's actually looking right into the viewer's eyes. The way he stretched to show off tight, golden flesh that reflects light due to drops of water sticking to them. The way one of his hands seem to run through his beautiful taut stomach and the other clutching at his own hard, thick thighs, showing off his limp cock.
He's beautiful. Arthur was awestruck.
So he does what most kid does to their parents' magazines or toy brochures when they see something they like, something they want.
They cut it out and keep it for themselves.
Only that Dylan caught him running in the living room, looking through drawers for their mum's sewing tools where her sharpest scissor lay. Of course, being the older brother, he got scolded and his scissor that was way too big for tiny hands were taken away and were replaced with tiny plastic ones. The very pair that he hated because they couldn't even cut through plastic because they're not made of metal.
He wanted to wail and kick Dylan for stealing the good scissors, but he wanted that picture so bad, so he groans and proceeds to stomp angrily back to the kitchen, where he found left the poster back in the cupboards.
He knows, these plastic scissors work on paper at least, so that was good, but he have to be very careful or else he might tear the picture on accident and that would suck. So with a careful grip, he slowly cut up the poster bit by bit, until he can cut up the picture perfectly.
Satisfied, he moved to gather the cut-up pieces that made a mess on the floor, intent on bunching them all up together so he can tidy up. But then he notices more of those rolled things lying in the cupboard, in the same place where he took the calendar. Curious, he unravels another, and sees a more promising pose, way better than the one he took and he felt unsatisfied once again.
This one looks better than the other one.
Well, there are a few more in the cupboard anyway, so maybe Mum and Dad wouldn't mind if he cut out another one right?
So he sits back again in the stool, by the kitchen counter and proceeds to repeat the careful procedure he did to get the previous picture.
He was already down to the torso when Dylan enters the kitchen to grab something to drink. He passes by behind his little brother, takes a brief look into what caught his little brother's attention to warrant scissors and almost spit-takes with his milk when he sees just what it is.
"What the hell! Arthur's gay?" He exclaims, which surprises the boy in question and hearing the accusation behind his words, Arthur's gentle hold on the calendar becomes harsh and it causes the paper to rumple and tear. Soon there was nothing left but shredded pieces of paper, no longer decipherable on what it used to be. Same applies with the first picture Arthur has cut-up.
Eyebrow raised, Dylan watches his brother run through the halls, as if playing a game until he disappeared from sight. He shrugs and proceeds to clean the mess Arthur made. It'll be bad if Mum goes home to a messy kitchen, after all.
E/N: idea literally came from the two words "flaccid" and "cock" and so I told myself this is going be a drabble at best but then plot somehow happened and here we are
still work in progress. I'm supposed to finish this tonight then I forgot I only had 2 hrs of sleep today so I need to stop and catch up on sleep. So sorry for leaving you guys hanging