Prisoner
Author's note: recently…well today I've fallen in love with a lot of Italy/England things and vice versa. A lot of it had to do with things like sex and fluffy stuff so I thought that I'd make a little something to maybe begin another story with. Maybe. Enjoy
"Oof" Feliciano was thrown roughly on to the cool stone tiles of a prison cell floor in a British containment camp. He started sniffling a bit upon impact. "Ouchie, that *sniff* hurted" hazel eyes started to water.
"Now you're in for it you bleeding Axis prat" Arthur spat spitefully just to get into the head of his hostage. He wanted so badly to have him drenched in fear. Like some sort of sadistically inhumane monster he fed off the very fear that seeped out of Feliciano's pores like sweat, or tears from out of his eyes. Arthur could just feel himself stiffen at just the thought of all the naughty, illegal, dirty, horrid, cruel, terrible things that he could be doing to that Italian right this very moment.
"If only you knew of all the wonderful things I have in stored for you, weed" Arthur steadily grew closer towards shrinking man in front of him.
"W-wonderful things, N-no-" Feliciano started to shiver.
"-Oh, absolutely yes, wonderful things… absolutely yes…" Arthur licked his lips kneeling down towards his new prey.
"N-no, I-I don't deserve wonderful things, please no…" his voice was almost muted as he froze when Arthur was close enough to brush his lips against his right ear.
"Oh yes, you severely deserve it, you good little boy, you" huskily he breathed in his ear. The Italian shivered. 'Oh yes the boy was now perfectly ripe. The fear and dread, I can practically taste it off of him.' Arthur thought raising his arm enough to be able to slide it into Feliciano's shirt.
"E-England, I-I don't deserve i-it" The Italian started panting "… I've been too much of a naughty boy…" Feliciano cooed softly in England ear, startling him. He was speaking in some new found voice that was slightly deeper in pitch.
"E-Eh? W-What did you just say, um g-git?" tensed Arthur backed up a bit falling on his backside. He was basking in his own confusion. He was supposed to be the one ogling him.
"I said I've been a naughty boy. Bad little boys don't deserve nice things, England. Germany's been telling me that. I must be terrible naughty since I've been captured. Punish… me now…" Feliciano by now was straddling the befuddled Arthur. In one quick motion he pulls Arthur closed towards him by his tie. Eyes growing tense, Feliciano growls softly, a catty smirk on his lips.
"Do it… now."
Haha I'm finished with this small segment. Hope that you all have enjoyed it. Now I know that I don't have the guts to finish this but if anybody else wants to they can go on ahead . Thanks for reading.