When Arthur first stumbled upon the exotic beauty, he pledged to possess him by all means. Be it coercion, manipulation or war, he would snatch him away from his golden realm, sabotage and dominate him thoroughly.
For years, he sailed across the ocean, usurping goods and luxuries, reveling in the feavour of tormenting the smaller nations and obliterating them as he wished. Some of them, mostly the tantalizing ones he had settled his eyes on; he would take them in and declare them his belongings. They called it colonization.
There were plenty of boys in his harem, all serving him endearingly and vowing their loyalty. He would lavish his immense love on them, train and educate them, provide them with the most privileges and resources, as long as they endeavored for him.
Those innocents he had tainted and caged were usually some vulnerable nations, very much often desolate, young and uncivilized. It was his pride to foster and cultivate them meticulously. Claiming whatever he desired was his trait.
This time, however, he wasn't dealing with a novice. He couldn't fathom why the Asian boy mesmerized him so much. He was notorious for preying on the younger ones. But this man, who was probably older than him, or so he had been informed, looked so enchanting for once he would have thought he was in a paradise. His face was so juvenile and flawless. It wasn't Arthur's first time to come across an Asian, but this raven-haired guy was most definitely his most beloved one so far.
The nation was called China.
The boy was named Yao. Wang Yao.
Arthur would have thought Yao was a girl at first. His incredible beauty and elegance could be more immaculate than any females'. What appealed to him though wasn't the fact that he was so pristine, but his tenacity to rebel against him.
This Asian nation was what he would call a pain in the neck. Yao was difficult to tackle. He was an enormous nation, and the kind that would isolate himself from the Westerners. He was well aware of Arthur's intentions, his plan of invading this fertile, spectacular land and starting his development there to yield profits. The ancient Asian country was so stunned when pirate ships suddenly showed up at their ports one day, compelling his people to trade away their commodities and importing foreign goods. He was furious, but couldn't do much besides witnessing the consequences of rejecting the European pirates. Villages were wrecked and burned in flame. People were forced into submission and enslaved. Arthur had his armed crews surround the coastal areas. Most of the time, he would avoid resorting to extreme violence but it was almost inevitable. He wasn't the patient and compassionate type. He detested anything, or anyone who interrupted with his conquest. He was rendered no choice but to destroy several coastal villages just so that Asian nation would surrender to his power.
And he succeeded.
Arthur slumped down in his seat and stared silently at Yao, a victorious smile gradually crawling over his face.
Yao was standing with his hands hidden in his sleeves. He didn't budge a bit as the intense, lecherous gazes fell upon him. He wasn't at all intimidated, perplexed maybe, but not menaced. If the European requested his land, he might try his best to negotiate with him. If he demanded his people, maybe he could make slight concessions. It was no good battling against the British Empire. His nation might be huge but it was completely devoid of weapons.
"What do you want from us?" Yao asked, with much calmness in his tone. He glared at the British pirate. Mostly, his sight fell on Arthur's exceptionally bushy eyebrows. He had seen a host of bizarre-looking Caucasians, but this one was seriously peculiar, if he must comment on his appearance. The brows were just out of the proper ratio. But aside from this eccentric trait, everything else was striking. He had never met someone as refreshing and suave as this British.
But then, he reminded himself such beauty only veiled a hideous, aggressive heart. He knew what he was combating with. He couldn't win against him. He could almost foresee every single ambition just by glancing at those glittering emerald orbs.
"Your goods, your everything," the pirate grinned, taking a sip of the Chinese tea. "Stuff we don't have. Stuff that's only found in your land."
"I can't give you all," China scowled. "You want to invade us?"
"I have no such intention at this moment," Arthur smirked. "If you would kindly cooperate with me, I see no such need to invade."
"Liar," Yao growled. "I have seen your deeds. What you've done to my neighbouring countries. You colonized them! You brought them all down with your force! We will not allow such atrocity. We will not be subjugated to your unreasonable abuse and slavery!"
The British pirate cocked his brows in amusement. Things were getting more intriguing every second he interacted with this Asian beauty. He had seen through his persistence. He had known Yao was something different; something worth putting effort to obtain.
Arthur stood up from the chair and strutted towards the other nation. Yao instinctively took a step back but then decided not to stir or to reveal any fear.
He had to stand up against the pirate.
At least, while he still could.
"And what are you going to do?" Arthur smiled, trailing his fingers through the long, sleek, black hair. As he pranced closer to the Asian, he got a better view of his complexions. The amber eyes were sparkling, darting anxiously to the ground. Yao's hands were still sealed inside his sleeves. He shuddered at the foreign touch.
"Don't," he muttered and flinched, but it didn't stop Arthur from fondling him. "Do not touch me!" Yao shrieked and smacked away the pirate's hand, which again, did no effect of threatening the British but only incited him to take more vulgar advances.
"Let me tell you something."
Arthur didn't hesitate to grasp the Asian's wrists and pin him to the wall. Petrified, Yao gasped and glowered at his enemy. "Your people are in my hands. I'm sure you know what is best for them. I'm not prone to insults and rejection. I thought you would know how to make wise choices. I do not like people squealing and howling at me. You do what I say, or your people are going to pay for your doom."
The Asian didn't dare retort this time. He didn't even attempt to wriggle out of the other nation's grip, knowing clearly that Arthur was being serious. He had seen his brutality when he wiped out his villages. His heart was racing. He couldn't imagine what imminent torture the European had in store for him.
"Okay…" Yao murmured, much to Arthur's astonishment. He had thought he would rebel a little longer. "As long as…you don't start another rampage…or massacre…don't hurt my people, my villages…I will do what you say."
"Well, that's unexpected. I have to say you're easier to handle than I originally pictured you," Arthur grinned and released Yao. "So, we have a deal here? I don't like deals or bargains. I usually get whatever I want. But since it is you, I would make an exception."
"Just name it…" Yao muttered, his heart sinking as he spotted the smug smile on the British's face.
"You."
Yao widened his eyes incredulously and gawked at Arthur.
"What?"
"You." The pirate reiterated. "That's what I want."
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He could feel the heat boiling up, his heart hammering at an unbearable rate.
It was mortifying. Horrendous. Outlandish.
In no way would he ever forget such a callous violation.
He was dressed in a glistening, silk robe, his hair combed neatly and adorned by accessories. His face was pallid with a beam of angst. He dragged along the hallway in bare feet, his porcelain skin showing in his revealing clothes.
"哥哥…" a girl whimpered.
Yao trembled and whirled around to see his younger siblings.
Mei, also called Taiwan, was his previous little sister. He would have given away anything just to protect her. She stared at him in awe, clinging apprehensively to Kiku and Yong Soo. The three children had been terrified by the sudden arrival of the British pirate. And they all realized that Yao, in attempts to shield them, had succumbed to Arthur's ruthless domination.
Yao didn't want his siblings to see him at all. The situation was humiliating. They all knew where he was heading to and what he was about to do. And he couldn't endure their whines and melancholy glances.
"Don't go!" Yong Soo tugged his sleeves desperately, his eyes almost brimming with tears.
"I told you to look after them, Kiku," Yao said bitterly to Japan.
"I actually agree with him," Kiku said solemnly and glimpsed Korea. "This time."
Yao sighed and kneeled down. He took the three kids into his embrace and reassured them. "Everything is fine. It's going to be alright. You three shouldn't linger around here. Go out and play. I will be back by dawn."
"Please, he's frightening," Mei wailed. "I don't want you to go into his chamber!"
"Kiku, bring your siblings out of this place," Yao commanded.
"哥哥!"
"NOW."
Japan frowned but didn't utter another word. He grabbed both Mei and Yong Soo and spun around, dragging them out of the gigantic palace.
Tears prickled the corners of his eyes but he swallowed all his sobs, not wishing to ruin his mascara. Arthur would not be pleased to see him weep. It would only encourage him to exploit him more.
A knock on his chamber's door excited the British pirate. He crossed his legs and grinned in anticipation. "Come in."
The door creaked open, slowly revealing Yao dressed in a grand, red robe. The Asian closed the door silently and faced the other nation.
"Come here, love," Arthur invited, his arms outstretched to welcome his new plaything.
Yao wavered for a second before trudging towards the debauched empire.
"You look ravishing," the pirate complimented and groped Yao's waist, hauling him close to his body. The Asian shivered and gasped, thunderstruck by their physical intimacy.
He wanted to struggle and slap the insolent European but refrained from thinking such impossibilities once he remembered the dire consequences.
"I love your robe," Arthur smiled. "Hell, it's beautiful."
"This is the best I could find," Yao answered nonchalently.
"You know what I often do to beautiful stuff?" Arthur sneered, causing the other male to frown.
"Well," the British chuckled and shoved Yao down onto the bed forcefully, "I tear it apart!"
He ripped open the robe. Yao, completely astounded and devastated, watched as his beautiful clothes got torn into pieces and as the downy fabrics rained down like snowflakes.
"W-Why…" He tried his best to hold back his tears but those burning drops still oozed out of his eyes. He had never yet been maltreated this way, to be stripped in such a disgraceful way.
"So that no one else could have it." Arthur's answer was fairly plain and simple, his deadpan eyes showing not the slightest bit of sympathy. Yao lay naked before the British pirate, allowing him to examine his perfect body in detail.
He didn't need to be told what ensued next.
The British Empire started kissing and caressing him, leaving rough marks in all visible places. The Asian squirmed and tried to shove the pirate away, but his strength was in no match to the powerful empire.
In the end, he was seized and held captive, his feeble body subject to Arthur's complete exploitation.
"You're more beautiful than I first saw you," Arthur cooed, greedily latching his mouth onto a patch of Yao's white skin. The Asian moaned and shut his eyes in despair, tears cascading down his ashen face.
"Hush. Don't cry," Arthur whispered, wiping off Yao's tears tenderly. "Why would you cry to know someone so great is going to take you? You would grow to love it, I guarantee you."
"Curse you."
"You're adorable," the pirate smirked, forcibly nipping Yao's lips. As expected, the Asian tasted sumptuous. It was the most delectable flavor he had ever tried and for sure he was going to savor every bit of it.
He began from the bottom, tracking down the Asian's slender legs and faultless thighs. He kissed and twiddled them, causing the man underneath to groan involuntarily upon the assault. When he caught the first sight of arousal, he clasped Yao's vital region and rubbed it mercilessly. The Asian whined and tossed his head back, unable to prevent the pleasure from seeping in through his nerves.
In all these centuries, he had never been touched this way. It was both debasing and thrilling.
The British man seemed extremely skilful. He knew all the methods to make him moan like a slut.
Yao tried to stifle his sobs and gripped the bed-sheets as he came. The feeling was tremendously reassuring. He felt his limbs go numb when Arthur hovered above him and in no time, started kissing him again.
The pirate lifted his lover's legs and wrapped them around his hips. He had already undressed himself, ready for the real pleasure to flow into him. Without acknowledging Yao's protests, he thrust into the frail Asian nation. The screech excited him and fueled him with enthusiasm. He ignored Yao's cries and rammed erratically into the delicate body. He watched the blood dribble down Yao's groins, staining the feathery, white sheet with such a beguiling contrast.
The Asian wailed, pleading for a stop, but nothing could interfere with Arthur's pursuit of his own pleasure. He kept pounding into the weeping beauty, not caring if his cries could be heard miles away. He relished in the process of tormenting him; of dominating and impairing him. Only by scarring Yao to the greatest extent could he make his love forever etched in his battered mind.
The moans were soon quelled by an affectionate kiss. Yao had stopped resisting long ago. The pain was starting to subside. His legs wobbled and he felt dizzy. The kiss suffocated him and his vision was obscured by his endless tears. All he saw was Arthur's eyes, and how they shimmered so brightly as he purged him of his chastity and dignity.
There was nothing worse than enjoying the forced pleasure.
He wanted to convince himself it was all just a nightmare, and that the next day he would wake up recalling nothing or that Arthur's invasion never happened.
Oh God, he loathed this European so much.
So damn much.
He wanted to rip him apart.
But he was the one being ripped.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
The thrusts went out of control as the peak inched closer. Arthur had long forgotten to spare the Asian some pity. He shoved himself all the way in, crushing the Chinese man to a point of fainting. The cries never ceased. They kept resounding and filling him with infinite desires.
When he did finally come inside the Asian, he groaned in relief.
Yao lay motionless beneath Arthur, his body twitching and his face drenched in tears.
His wrists were scraped when Arthur had clasped him fiercely.
The British was not satiated but he would call it a day. Since he saw how much damage he had caused the Asian, he decided to let him go and toy with him some other day.
Swiftly, he pulled out of Yao, leaving traces of blood and seeds dripping down his buttocks. He leaned in and kissed the Asian, licking away all his delicious tears that were formed out of trauma and grief. He loved to see Yao so tattered and defenseless. The grudge and resentment that imbued his amber orbs drove Arthur mad.
He was falling deeper and deeper in love with this wonderful nation.
"I'll have all of you," he whispered into his ears, "China."
Yao didn't respond. His tears had dried and his eyes were blinking hollowly at the ceiling.
All he could think of was how long this hell was going to last.
He had promised his siblings he would return by dawn. And hopefully, he prayed that Arthur would let him go before the sun rose.
"You're mine," Arthur said and hugged the Asian, draping a duvet over their naked bodies.
As the night closed in, Arthur dozed off in Yao's doleful sobs.
Translations: 哥哥=big brother