Okay. . I thought of this while watching an EPIC AMV.

Therefore. It's my new fanfic.

Will probably have. . a few chapters.

PolandxHungary. Because that pairing is just..

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*VERY ooc.*

HUNGARY'S POV

I had just returned from a long day talking with that signature Prussian I loved speaking with.. Sometimes, I guess, when he wasn't trying to rape me. Russia had allowed me out as long as I was back by 3PM. I guess I should tell you my situation, with that Russian, then?

I guess I should just come right out and say it, even though I don't want to. Russia is my.. Master, I guess you could say. That word sends shivers down my spine... "Master."

Meaning, he took me over just a few months ago. It wasn't.. that scary, I guess. But I didn't just give in. No, a true Hungarian girl doesn't just "give in," to anything. No, no, I would never do such.

I fought Russia, I fought him good and well, fairly. I had Prussia and a few others on my side, but he was Russia. I couldn't win. I fought until my army couldn't fight anymore, until I was weak, until we were all weak to the bone..

So I had to surrender.

So I surrendered to that Russian, something I didn't want to do in any place. He was koling, oh, he was koling.. He had finally gotten victory over me. Prussia felt sorry for me, I could tell..

Now, he ordered me to be his servant. That wasn't the most fun I would ever have, NOT by a long shot. Liet was his servant, as well, and he's told me before I was his servant it was cruel and harsh, and how he couldn't tell me because Russia would do it even more.. and Now I know exactly what he means.

I shook the thoughts from my head and knocked on the door softly. Russia already knew who it was, when he called, "Da, come in!" from somewhere in the house. I couldn't tell where. I opened the door, closing it behind me and looking around the large house where I worked.

I looked around, in the kitchen, in the living room. No Liet. That's odd. Usually, Liet would be hiding from Russia at that moment.. Somewhere, but I couldn't seem to find the Lithuanian.

"Liet's gone out somewhere. It's just me and you tonight, Elizaveta." The voice startled me from behind. Me jumping and whirling around to see that Russian, with that smug look on his face that scared me so much.. Scared me, because I was afraid.. Of what he'd do..

If I have yet to mention, when I do something wrong, he.. whips me. Yes, whips me. Hard. It hurts. Worse than a frying pan, or so I've been told. Prussia was Russia's slave, once. But I won't go into that.

Anyways. My back is red from where he whips me, slightly black from bruises. I am so ashamed of it.. But of course, no one would ever see my back, other than Russia. And Russia doesn't care for my safety, just that I keep being his slave, his servant, just like Liet.

Usually, when Russia was alone with me, he'd force me to go get vodka, a lot of it. Then he'd get drunk and hit me with his whip hard and force me to do stuff, and even if I did it just as he commanded he'd pull my shirt off and whip me until my skin turned an even brighter shade of red, sometimes bleeding crimson..

I shivered at the thought of Russia hitting me again. Liet better get home soon, or I will have even more red markings on my back. .

Once he told me, when he was no longer intoxicated from vodka but remembered exactly what he had done, He whispered to me in my ear just before Liet got back, that if I ever told anyone about what he had done, that he had beat me with that whip, that I was "as good as dead."

At that moment, Russia was sitting in his big chair in the living room, where him and sometimes Liet would sit. He was sprawled out, smiling that Russian smile of his that still scared the hell out of me.

"Hungary! Go get me the vodka from the fridge, Da?"

My whole body shook as he said that. I shakily moved to the fridge and handed him a fresh, cold vodka. The drink at first had always made my mouth water at the thought of having such, but then I realized what it made Russia do.. I shivered. It was a cold drink, just like Russia was a cold nation.

He took the first vodka, gulped it down within a few minutes, then laughed. "Get me another! And another!" He continued to laugh as I brought him vodka after vodka.. When he reached a seventh one, he began to pull my shirt off roughly

Damn it, it's going to be a long night..