Story: Comrade
Pairings: USxUK, FrUK if you squint.
Summary: Alfred gets kidnapped by Ivan. So, naturally, the bumbling idiot needs a hero of his own, sometimes. This is where I come in... USxUK, FrUK if you squint. Human and country names both used.
Warnings: Gore, hysteria, comrade!Arthur, comrade!Alfred, serious Hetalia, England angst, sadistic!Alfred, comforting!France
Disclaimer: I wish I were the owner of Hetalia. Then I'd be able to eat something other than ramen for linch. :T
"A-Ah!"
It's so cold. So much pain courses through my body, leaving me to twitch and shudder on the concrete floor of the windowless room. Fatigue eats at my sanity and all I can muster up the strength to do is curl into a fetal position, hiding my face. Please, no more blows to the face.....
There are no words for the betrayal, anger, and hurt I feel right now. But even moreso than the pain, and the emotions flowing from my subconscious like the blood from my open wounds, is the imminent crushing blow of failure. The sinking anchor of intense shortcomings is what keeps me in position, even moreso than the pain and the fatigue and the heaviness of my limbs. "D-dammit!"
The expletive runs raw from my throat, voice hoarse and cracking from the abuse that it's suffered- the abuse that I've suffered. Normally, I'd sit here stoically; bravely taking any and every blow while myteeth tear at the flesh of my lip, keeping any sound behind the pearly enamel of my teeth. It wouldn't do the amuse the bloody Russian bastard. He's been trying to break me for... How long has it been? Days? Weeks? Years? Decades? I've lost track of time.
I've bravely and stubbornly held onto my sanity, all but desperately clinging to the idea of whisking Alfred away from this dark, macabre place. How the Soviet wanker did it, I don't know, but his new "weapon" broke me in two- for the very boy I''d sworn I'd go to hell and back for, was the very cause of my excrutiating pain.
The energy to even cry out dies in my as, once more, Alfred's... Yes, ALFRED'S.. steel-toed boots connect with my ribs, my head thrown back and mouth open in a silent, tortured scream, eyes screwed shut. I can hear the groans and protests of my bones, feel the white-hot needles of stabbing pain through me as the cracking runs all the way up my body, resounding in my core.
The will to fight is all but gone.... Decimated, as soon as my eyes connect with those damned baby blues.
I can't hurt him.
A/N: Alright, so I'm back with a vengeance! Hahah. This one WILL be finished, I promise orz.
The chapters will be much, much longer than this. This was just to set up the story.