Originally posted on Y!Gallery on 2010-12-14.

This is actually the second fic of a three-part (as of so far) saga.

THIS FIC INCLUDES S&M "ROLEPLAY," (In a later chapter) NON-CON, (rape) YAOI (boy on boy) AND THE START OF TWO MENTAL BREAKDOWNS!

Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!

I guess this would take place in... I dunno. 2050? Sometime in the future. It's slightly futuristic, I guess...

APHAPHAPHAPH

The first thing Romano noticed when he woke up was the feeling of soft pillows cusioning his head from the almost equally soft bed under him, with a warm quilt wrapped around him. The second thing he notices was how he couldn't move his arms or legs much, or close his jaw.

'Oh no...' Panick rose in his chest. 'Oh shit! Why?! Why did he have to tell France?! No... No!' He started thrashing around and screaming, trying to get atleast someone's attention. A voice coming from behind him told him that he succeeded.

"No one can hear you from outside this basement. We're thirty-five feet underground at the very least, with two solids doors and a stair case blocking us from getting out of here. One of which, is hidden, and I can assure you, no one is going to be able to find it."

He then realized that he was completely naked. Romano tried rolling over to see France by the only light source in the room so far- a simple table-lamp. He closed his eyes when France walked up to him to take off the ball-gag in his mouth.

"I-I didn't tell anyone... I swear! Sp-Spain found o-out himself..."

"Oh? And how did he find out if you didn't tell him?"

"H-He tricked me... He wore a... An ear-piece thing, that's apparently a really sensitive microphone or something. I-It was small! I-I swear I didn't see it! A-A-Anyway, it t-turned out that he hired some guys w-with a lie detector-"

"Huh..." France smirked. "You expect me to believe that?" He asked.

Romano's eyes widen slightly. "I-I-I j-just don't w-want to b-b-be hurt..." He whimpered.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you for telling Spain, or for lying to get away from pain, because now, you'll live with me forever!" France sat on the bed with him.

"Un-Understand! P-Please! I d-didn't tell Spain! H-He got the police to t-talk to me, and they s-said that if I refused to t-talk, I would be sent to a hospital un-until I do... S-so I told them..." Romano tried rolling over again.

"Well, it's too late now. I already paid the bounty hunters their money for getting you, so I'm keeping you."

"Th-Those were bounty hunters?!"

"Oui. Why do you think they made you unconcious in the first place?" Romano stared into the pillow under him in disbelief. "I suppose I should tell you everything before I leave you to get comfortable by yourself."

"H-How the hell am I supposed to do that?!" Romano pulled on the cuffs that were binding his limbs together.

France ignored the Italian and spoke loudly. "Lights on!" The lights turned on, making the both of them try to get used to the light. "Pretty much every thing in here has the option to be voice-activated."

He took out a key to unbind Romano's ankles, before getting off to get something off of the strangely clean floor. He locked the collar at the end of a long chain connected to the wall around Romano's neck. He then flipped Romano over to take off the cuffs on his wrists.

"That should be long enough to get any where in the room but the door." Romano sat up, noticing the large T.V. hanging on the wall for the first time.

"How did you...!" Romano looked at the door out of there, and back at the television multiple times. France just continued the mini tour of the basement.

"The T.V.'s voice guide is right here." France lifted up a lamenated piece of paper from a bed-table next to them. "There's the bathroom." He pointed to a small room without a door. "There's a fridge filled with food and drinks over there." He moved his arm to said fridge. "Help yourself to whatever you want in there. Right next to it is a pantry for foods that doesn't need to be frozen. There's a bureau filled with clothes for you in that corner there." He moved his hand again. "And I supposed that's it."

"But what if I need something that isn't here?" Romano asked through gritted teeth. "How am I supposed to tell you?"

"Well... I'm still working on that... I'm sure we'll figure something out soon... But for now, at least, I'll return every hour or so to check up on you." France opened the door leading to a tall staircase. "Amusez-vous!"*

Romano just curled up when France left. He didn't want to eat anything that France is giving him, didn't want the blonde to know that he was using the one form of entertainment that was given to him, and was too afraid to look at the "clothes" that France said he got for him.

He lost track of time when France returned. He was still curled up, covered in the thick blankets.

"T.V. on!" He heard the blond say. Then he heard a ringing noise in his ear before hearing people talk in Italian. He sat up to look at the big television. "You haven't done anything since I left? Not even cover yourself with the clothes I bought you?" France went to the bureau.

"I don't even want to know what kind of "clothes" you bought for me!"

"Why not? You may even like them." France tossed a button-up shirt to the Italian along with some boxers, sweatpants, and a pair of socks.

Romano stared at the articles of clothing. "What? What else do you have in there?"

"Only clothes like that. Maybe some jeans."

"Is that all?" He quickly put on the boxers under the quilt before anything else.

"That's all that's you'll find in there." France joined Romano on the bed.

"Perché a me...?"* Romano asked quietly.

"Parc que..."* France wrapped an arm around Romano's waist. "Je t'aime vous."* He kissed the Italian's neck. Romano tried getting away, but, although France wasn't too strong, he was still stronger than Romano. "How about we take a bath...?"

Romano shook his head. "I-I just got dressed! Let go of me!"

"Non. It's either this, or I take you right now." Romano immediately calmed down after hearing that. "Bon garçon."* He ignored the blood running between his legs, for now.

APHAPHAPH

Translations*

(French)"Amusez-vous" - "Have fun" ("Amuse yourself")

(Italian)"Perché a me" - "Why me"

(French again) "Parc que" - "Because"

"Je t'aime vous" - "I love you"

"Bon garçon" - "Good boy"