Conflicted Love

Chapter 1

I do not own Hetalia or any characters.

Rated: Mature.


"No, please! You don't have to do this, Switzerland!" Brilliant green eyes watered at the excruciating pain of her ex-boyfriend's resilient hand almost ripping out her neck length blonde tresses. Pained screams filled the shadowy bedroom that belonged to him. She regretted breaking up with him but she knew it had to be done. This was the consequence of her breaking up with her possessive ex-boyfriend. He was certainly intent on making her regret her decision.

Switzerland ignored her pleas for help, only focusing on implanting his seed deep inside of her writhing body. She thrashed about violently the moment she felt her pink lacy thong leave her crotch area. He was not gentle at all with his actions. Time seemed to fly by faster than an arrow. Her pale pink summer dress was torn apart with a knife that he kept by his bedside. Poland exploded in absolute terror when she caught a glimpse of the knife in his robust hand. Nearly missing the delicate skin under the dress, he cut through her garments and the front of her matching pink bra. He smiled sweetly at this observation, leaned forward, and squeezed her freed perky breasts in his playful hands.

His familiar soothing pale pink lips brushed against her plump smooth rosy pink lips. She flinched noticeably at the contact and protested as he pried her mouth open. She attempted to turn her cheek, but he was too speedy for her to catch up. His tongue invaded her moist cavern and he memorized every nook and cranny. He crawled on top of his queen sized bed from the side and settled between her long, smooth, pale tanned legs with a smirk on his face. The open mouth kissing continued on, which distracted Poland for a short while. Switzerland's right index finger traced small circles around her private area.

Poland strived to suppress her threatening whimpers from the pleasure that Switzerland was constructing. Her bare naked hips jerked forward, indicating that she wanted, no, needed his digits inside of her heat.

"Mmm… Like, stop toying with me!" Poland growled, kicking her legs on either side of his towering body. The Swiss male grinned mischievously, leaned forward, and whispered something hotly in her left ear.

You seem to be enjoying it. Don't fight it. Just give in…

"No! Help! Someone help me, please!" Poland's bright green eyes overflowed with heavy tears as she heard Switzerland's faux gold colored zipper unzip. The shuffle of removing articles of clothing caused Poland's anxiety level to skyrocket. There he was, Switzerland, in all of his naked glory. Poland was still a virgin and promised to keep it that way until she married the right man. Switzerland had waited long enough to get under her short pink pleated skirt. All throughout their relationship, Poland always rejected the notion of having intercourse. Now, Switzerland was broken up and there would not be any ties between them. Or so he believed.

Poland's emerald green eyes bulged out of their sockets at how large Switzerland was in length. Her breathing hitched as he poked at her weeping entrance teasingly. Poland cried deafeningly, "Switzerland, please don't hurt me!" Switzerland chuckled darkly, shook his head in pity, and rubbed his smooth yet burly hands over her erected nipples.

"You hurt me first. You should have thought about it before starting a war with me. You are such a weak country. I will conquer you here and now, my dearest Poland!" As soon as he finished his mini rant, he invaded her virgin entrance without a second thought. A high pitched scream erupted from her throat as he thrusted his large shaft in and out of her repeatedly. Blood trickled down her leg and a pained screech resounded off of his bedroom sea blue walls. His fingers dug deep into her thighs as he thrusted at different angles. Poland jerked her body away from him, which threw him off guard and his enlarged member was released from her tight heat.

Poland didn't care about her clothes lying on the sparkling clean bedroom flooring. She escaped from his bedroom, raced through the living room and just barely made it out of his apartment. Switzerland's green eyes hardened slightly in disapproval at the nerve of his ex-girlfriend. Poland almost tripped over her own bare feet as she hurried through the bustling crowd of citizens.

Out of nowhere, her naked figure collided with someone who was taller than her by a few inches. She felt so distraught and embarrassed at the state she was currently in. She looked into a pair of dark mint-green eyes. Choppy blonde hair in a bob style cut. It was Switzerland. But how did he manage to catch up with her? Without a single notice, another person who looked like Switzerland caged her from behind. "No! Someone save me!"

"Ugh… N-No…" Poland thrashed in her queen sized pink bed with her eyes squeezed shut in agony. Someone was trying to calm her down and she snapped her green eyes open to see a familiar face gazing down at her paled face. She believed that she was in her own bedroom until she noticed that the pink bed was actually gray and it was a twin sized bed. Looking to her side and tilting her chin up, she noticed a familiar smiling face.

It was France.

Why was he here?

Wait, where was she?

Poland's puzzled facial expression immediately conveyed that she was in question. "You fell unconscious during one of the meetings, mon cher." France scratched the back of his head nervously as Poland slowly leaned up with a hand clutching at her forehead. Her green eyes flickered towards France, who in return, smiled kindly back at her.

"Like, where is Switzerland? I had, like, this totally uncool dream of him…" Poland shuddered noticeably at the memory of the nation trying to rape her. She found it all too confusing since they never even dated nor became romantically involved with each other. Poland would date Lithuania before any of the other countries, for sure.

"He is with his little sister and listening to Germany giving his lecture." France informed the polish woman, who shook her head in disbelief. She crawled out from under the toasty gray toned covers and almost collapsed again. France acted on impulse, capturing her slender figure, and brought her slightly limp body close to his chest.

It seemed like she was resting in his strong arms for hours but in reality, it was only three minutes. Finally deciding to leave this comforting position, France encouraged her to at least consume some food before returning back to the meeting. She brushed him off; fixing her pale tanned thigh revealing, pink and white pleated skirt. He watched as the stubborn blonde departed from his room. Who knew what Poland was thinking while wearing such provocative attire? Other countries were sure to lust over her body. Poland seemed to make herself an easy target.

Meanwhile, Lithuania was fretting over his blonde haired best friend. He adored her so much and was absolutely heartbroken when he watched her fall unconscious right next to him. He couldn't even move from his initial shock. France had taken matters into his own hands and nursed the polish girl back to health in his room. Liet felt guilty about his impulses freezing up.

Poland floated through the vacant hallways in a daze and pushed the door open that led to the meeting with the other countries. Everyone's eyes were scanning her body. She felt violated. These nations were basically undressing her with their eyes. The male and female nations studied her curvy yet slender figure.

There he was…

Switzerland.

That choppy blond hair in a chin-length bob cut and dark flatly-colored mint-green eyes gazed over towards her direction. She flinched prominently with a dark blush heating up her cheeks at the sight of the older nation who stole her virginity by force in her whacky dreams. There was never a distinct skirmish between Poland and Switzerland, which perplexed her significantly.

Lithuania was by her side in a flash, grasping for her undivided attention. Unfortunately, Poland brushed him off of her shoulders as she continued to stare Switzerland down at the entryway. Germany was growing impatient with Poland's uncanny behavior and ultimately demanded that she sit down this instant. Reluctantly, she stepped toward her assigned seat and continued staring intently at the Swiss male.

Lichtenstein peered over her older brother's shoulder at the intrusive polish girl across the room. Switzerland's curiosity was elevated by Poland's actions during the meeting. He craved her, yes, but he wouldn't voice that in front of anyone. He certainly would not open his mouth about it. His baby sister, Lichtenstein, would be devastated at his confession. She felt like the center of his undivided attention and she would not deal with any other female invading their special bond.

"Bruder, why is Poland staring at you? I don't like her anymore." Lichtenstein huffed softly with a feeling of jealousy swarming in her precious little heart. Jealousy was certainly not something that suited the precious nation. Her older brother treated her like his prized possession. He would never let another man touch her over his dead body.

"Poland, please look at me," Liet complained as he could not capture her solid attention. Without thinking about any consequences, Liet allowed his jealousy consume his logic and he jerked Poland on to his lap. No words were exchanged as Lithuania closed his dark blue eyes and melted against Poland's unsuspecting soft lips. He craved more of her at that moment. His arms encircled her small waist as he turned her in a position where she was now straddling him against the chair. Poland's heart raced off of its treadmill as their lips massaged in perfect sync. Other countries were trying to break them apart but France encouraged their inappropriate performance.

"Don't mess up true love, honhonhon!" France chuckled perversely as he watched romance unfold before everyone's shell shocked eyes. Russia took a swig of his Vodka and the whole place was getting out of hand. Germany demanded order in the meeting room but Liet was too engrossed in the beauty that he was making love with via mouth.

Germany eventually dismissed everyone and smiled at Italy's cute face that was about to shout for pasta. Oh, Germany was going to give him a huge bowl of pasta in their shared bedroom. Spain and Romano walked out of the meeting room with small smirks upon their lips. They planned to have some alone time. Nobody knew they were dating, because they wanted to avoid unnecessary drama. Japan and Greece decided to go out and gaze up at the clouds while cuddling with cats in the sunlight. The other countries paired up with their preferred nations and planned for a wonderful evening. Switzerland watched in disgust as the two affectionate nations continued their osculating. Lichtenstein covered her innocent eyes while her older brother decided to interfere.

"Stop it!" Switzerland ordered loudly, pushing Poland away from Lithuania and she fell to the brown carpeted floor. His dark mint-green eyes widened at the sight of her pink lacy panties when she fell on her back. With a small pained groan, Poland's eyes filled with heavy tears. They threatened to fall at any moment. The sight of her tears made Lithuania furious.

"How dare you hurt my Poland?" Lithuania demanded as he thrusted himself out of his chair. He was the same height as Switzerland, chest against chest, and breathing indignantly. Switzerland was first to back down, grab his little sister's hand, and glare at the fallen blonde on the floor.

"You both are disrespectful." Those last words from Switzerland replayed in Poland's head throughout the rest of the day. She wanted to show the short tempered nation that she was not disrespectful. Liet kissed her on the cheek before they opened the door to their shared bedroom.

"Poland? What's wrong?" Lithuania asked the silent blonde cautiously, flipping on the light that was previously turned off. Poland huffed, "Liet did you, like, even notice how totally jealous Switzerland was acting?" Lithuania inwardly sighed in relief, knowing that he was not the one who caused her to be annoyed.

"Yeah, he was pissing me off." Liet was being honest with his crush as they walked over to their shared bed. Poland glanced over at Lithuania with a small smirk.

"You, like, totally love me, don't you?" Poland teased her best friend, who immediately gave away the answer when he flushed a cherry red color on his cheeks. She had to admit that it was rewarding to have someone you knew for so long to fall in love with you. "Awww! Like, that is so totally cute, Liet!" Poland chirped happily, grabbing his shaking hands in her equally quivering hands, and pecked him on his lips.

Knock, knock, knock

"Poland, Germany needs to talk to you this instant, da." It was Russia's voice muffled behind the front door frame. Lithuania reluctantly released his grip on Poland and they shared another kiss before Poland strode over to the door. The Lithuanian watched as Russia beckoned her to follow him out of the room. As soon as the door shut, Liet decided to clean up the place and make it look all romantic for Poland's return.

Outside of the bedroom, Russia didn't say a word as he forced his strong arm around Poland's slender waist. She protested quietly as they walked past the office where Germany resided.

"Russia? Like, where are you taking me?" Poland demanded an answer right away as he shoved her body forward in to a darkened room. Her dream flooded back in her mind and she freaked out. She panicked as she felt a strong pair of arms hook under her arms and held her captive. Someone's erection poked against her backside and this generated a tremor to travel through her body.

Meanwhile, Liet had a grave feeling that Poland was in some type of misfortune. Something about Russia taking Poland over to meet with Germany was biting at his heart. It did not settle well with him. He turned off all of the battery operated candles around the bed and hurried out of the room.

As he crept through the hallway, he swore he heard Poland scream at the top of her lungs for someone to help her. He would be the knight in shining armor and that would make Poland fall in love with him.

Without a single word, Liet slammed the door open, almost knocking it off of its hinges. He watched in horror as Poland was being blindfolded by the one and only person he didn't want to see. He tackled Switzerland to the ground and started throwing punches. Switzerland was really pissing him off and he was messing with his territory. Sure, Lithuania is usually sweet natured and caring; but once someone crosses his boundaries, it all goes downhill from there.

Poland escaped from the room, removing the blindfold in the process, and found Russia hindering her escape down the hallway. Poland lifted her skirt up to surprise the Russian and swerved around his towering figure. A triumph smile graced her rosy lips but faltered instantly at the realization of abandoning her best friend. She twisted on her heel, not enjoying the idea, but she had to save her friend. Just like he had saved her from being molested by the other countries that were present at the time.

She slid past Russia in a hurry and was instantly captured by a blood nosed Swiss man. Liet groaned as Russia's boot kicked him in the stomach. What was Poland going to do now without her Liet? She had wanted to tell him that she loved him but it was too late.

Or was it?


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