Warning! Contains rape! So...yeah. Hetalia does not belong to me. I wish it did. But, alas, it does not.
America whimpered as the bonds around his wrist cut into his skin slightly. He squirmed, trying to escape Britain's grasp.
"Sshh, Alfred." The Brit cooed. He licked America's wrists lightly, and Goosebumps appeared on America's arms, which made Britain smirk.
"Why are you doing this?" America whispered.
"Because." Britain said, pulling America into his lap. "I've wanted you for so long. So long..."
His words became a whisper, a hiss that slithered down America's back to pull his shirt over his head. Britain nuzzled America's neck, reveling in the warmth that coursed down his back as he felt his companion's pulse jump in his veins. He nipped America's neck lightly, leaving a small mark.
"You-you-bastard!" America said, his voice hoarse.
Britain's hand then made its way into America's pants, and stroked what it found there. America threw his head to the side, color flushing into his cheeks, as he tried to resist making any noises. Britain gave a deep chuckle as he watched America squirm.
"Don't you want me to?" He asked, his voice husky. "Oh, Al...I can't tell you how many times I've dreamed about doing this. And finally, the perfect opportunity!"
He let his mouth move slowly downward, and he bit America's waist while his hand squeezed. "Don't hold back, love. I want to hear you scream for me."
Tears sprang into America's eyes as Britain removed his pants, and he was fully exposed to the drunk man before him, a man drunk on his own lust and the dreams that he had cried himself to sleep with, hoping that they would come true. He knew it was useless to struggle, yet he still tried, wriggling like a bird finding itself suddenly trapped in a net.
Suddenly, Britain's mouth was sucking, and he could barely keep from screaming. He bobbed his head up and down, and America couldn't help but gasp as Britain's entire throat constricted around his length.
"Mhn-Stop!" He cried, glancing down into the green eyes of his assaulter, as a single tear escaped one of his watery blue eyes.
Britain removed his mouth from America, and licked his lips, pausing a moment to savor his sweet and salty taste before answering. "You have a good flavor, you know. France told me once that this stuff is usually really salty, but yours is almost sweet."
"You-bastard!" America cried again. He arched his back, but was stopped when another length popped against his own. "Mngh! Get your-get off of me!"
Britain laughed as he started to grind himself against America, moaning and giggling as he was caught in a momentary high. "Why? It feels so good-mhn! Doesn't it, Al?"
Britain then flipped America over so he was face-down. He began to run his tip along America's taught ass, panting and blushing from extreme arousal. "Ah! Al, this is so-mhn! good! Just-nnn-joy it!"
He started to enter America, and America screamed in pain. "Britain-stop! This hurts!"
But Britain couldn't, or wouldn't, hear him. He thrust all the way inside the shrieking and squirming country below him, and began to thrust repeatedly, smacking into America over and over again.
As Britain neared his peak, America coughed, suddenly. Red splattered itself against the bed sheets, and coughs continued to wrack the younger nation's body.
Britain, who was too far gone in lust, didn't notice until some time after his peak that the body below his wasn't moving, or breathing, and then he saw the stains. He slowly put two and two together, and he shook the other until his arms felt like they would break.
His cry was loud and lonely, and the first body was joined by another shortly thereafter.