Seriously I don't know what the hell this crap is. Uh, yeah.

He falls asleep to the sound of thunder and wakes to the gentle thrum of cars crawling forward in the distance.

America's body is uncomfortably curled up, wrapped in his embrace, but as he draws his arms away his unconscious form falls limply to the bed, breathing shallow and unsteady.

His legs contort at an odd angle, and Russia strokes the soft skin, drifts over bruises littering the pale surface, almost shaped like-

-fingers clutched at his legs and pried them apart, kissing and sucking at his skin as he cried out in agonized pleasure. He pushed him down easily and lavished his neck with kisses. Moans - whose, he couldn't tell - rang off the walls and filled his ears, almost dimming out the screams. Pulling him close, he rocked his hips forward and let out a low groan as Alfred shoved a knee forward roughly, attempting to regain his balance. Tracing a path down his sides with his -

- fingernails jabbing roughly into the soft flesh. His lips move silently as if repeating -

- words, spat in his face. "Whore." Blue eyes closed and he nodded, not daring to respond otherwise. His hand shot out to grip a fistful of ashy blond hair, drawing a scream from bruised lips as Alfred stifled -

- curses. Dark red blood, caked on his -

- thighs began to drip with red as he thrusted mercilessly into him and coppery blood trickled slowly out of his entrance. "S-s-sto-o-" The young blond nation stuttered out, clenching his fists in pain, throwing his head back as he screamed out.
Ivan could feel himself close, as Alfred tensed his -

- legs have matching stains on the white sheet.

Another painful wheeze racks his thinner-than-usual body, and the shard of soul he still possesses wants, perhaps, to comfort him, fix him, love him -

America blinks slowly, once, twice, and pulls himself into a fetal position as the Slavic nation drapes an arm over his shoulder.

"Good morning," his broken toy whispers, and Ivan sighs, pulling him close, kissing his shoulder gently and resting his cheek against his lithe figure.

"Good morning, dorogoy."

Seriously my brain is dead and I can't think of anything for the next chapter of TTSCU, even though I know what I want, and GAH LIFE IS BEING DIFFICULT AGAIN AND I should stop ranting sorry...