Chapter 1

Terror

Footsteps of the attacker slowly dragged towards him accompanied with a whispering giggle connected to a deep laugh. Poland's body lying next to him didn't even twitch. The slugging of snow stopped above his head. Lithuania looked up, eyes meeting with the aggressor's. The aggressor whispered, "You're coming with me." The aggressor grabbed his arm and swung him over his shoulders and walked away. Lithuania struggled against his grasp and shouted out Poland's name repeatedly. Exerting all his left-over strength, he collapsed in the larger man's arms.

Fire crackles in the fire place beside the bed Lithuania was lying in. Fluffing of movement on the carpet warns Lithuania of an approaching presence. Terrified, he scoots backwards against the closest wall, blindfolded. Lithuania struggled against the restraints around his wrists only to result in bruises around his wrists. The man giggled at Lithuania's futile attempts and approaches him slowly.

He traced his fingers down Lithuania's neck then down his chest causing Lithuania to shiver vigorously.

"You know my name don't you?" the man whispered into Lithuania's ears while nibbling it seductively.

Lithuania gasped and stuttered, "R-R-Russi-a…."

The man bit his ear fiercely and snarled.

Lithuania flinched and corrected himself, "I-I-Iva-n…?" His broken breathing increasing rapidly.

Ivan loosened his grip on Lithuania's ear and giggled. "Yes it is, my dear Toris."

Toris shivered from the whispering next to his ear and trembled as Ivan slid his hand down Toris's waist. Approaching his crotch and tenderly stroked it. His grip increasing by the second. The stroking altered into a death grip around Toris's erection. Toris struggled and dug his slightly trimmed nails into Ivan's back, pushing his naked body into the clothed man's arms and chest. Ivan immediately pulled back.

"No."

Toris jolted back, confused by Ivan's statement.

"You don't have the permission. Do you understand? You know very well the consequences Poland will have to undergo because of your mistakes."

Toris felt Ivan's warmth part from him, leaving him in the freezing cold.

Ivan rummaged through a drawer in his room and pulled out a few egg vibrators.

He crudely pulled Toris down onto his back and plunged in the vibrators into his entrance one by one. Causing Toris to squirm unintentionally, begging to be touched at his erection. He painfully curled up and shivered, struggling to push out the intruding inanimate objects that were inserted deeply inside his body. The ends of the controllers were tightly strapped onto Toris's thigh.

Ivan pushed Toris back up on his ass to get him sitting. Still shivering, Toris swayed around, trying to get a comfortable position in which the vibrators were not simulating his prostate. Ivan was ticked off by that. He strapped a spreader bar to his ankles to prevent him from moving.

"Well, your reply?" Ivan asked him in an irritated manner due to the lack of response from the previous question.

There was a long gap of silence, until Toris finally stuttered out the line- "Yes, Master"

Satisfied, Ivan left the room, leaving Toris tied up and shoved against the wall, trembling.

The next morning, Ivan returned to his room to find a fainted Toris lying against the wall. Toris was in a terrible state. Sweating, panting and his eyes were red from the many tears shed overnight. The vibrators were still stuck deep inside him, vibrating on its highest setting. His eyes were spaced out and he didn't respond to Ivan's calls.

Ivan immediately helped Toris up and onto the bed. Placed him down gently. Pulling out the vibrators and chucking them to the side and into the pile of other restraints Toris had on. Ivan then picked Toris up in bridal-style and rushed to the bathroom.

He carefully washed Tori's body down and wrapped him in a fluffy towel and brought him to his bed and tucked him into the warm blankets.

By the time Toris had finally left the bed to eat some food, it was already noon. Ivan was sitting at the dinner table with all of the food still set up neatly on the table from breakfast. Once Toris stepped into the dining room, Ivan immediately stood up and rushed to give Toris a hug. Toris shivered in Ivan grasp but a rush of warmth ran through him. He snuggled against Ivan's large body.

Ivan then slowly led Toris to a seat next to him and ordered the maid nearby to heat up the food for the 5th time. They awkwardly sat there and looked down. Ivan quietly whispered repetitive apologies.

Toris had felt a quick gush of warmth within him from hearing all the many regret-filled apologises Ivan had provided. But, the warmth quickly heated into anger. Toris questioned himself, why the fuck should he feel forgiving for this bastard?

Toris stood up. Slamming his eating utensils onto the beautifully prepared and decorated dining table. Ivan looked somewhat shocked from the unusual action from Toris and cocked his head to the side with a worried expression. Toris turned to look at him and shoved Ivan into the chair. Grabbing his collar, Toris started yelling.

"Why are you apologizing?! If you feel so bad, why did you do it in the beginning?! How come you touch me so gently after you destroy me?! You make no sense! Just decide on what you want to be like! Its killing me! You are unpredictable! How do you think the Baltics think of you?! They are terrified of you! They hate you! How do you…think…you treat us…?" Toris trails off. Panting and sobbing hysterically. Tears trickling down his face. He loosed the grip on Ivan's collar, followed with a piercing slap on the face and ran off crying into his room.

Ivan sat shocked, no, mortified. He didn't move for another 10 minutes or so, staring into the hallway. Until he finally registered what Toris had spouted. Temper boiled.

Ivan's expression changed dramatically. Contorting from a regretful and caring to his expression when he last threatened America- which, ended in America crawling on the ground.

He whispered to himself: Ok, I'll do as you said and I'll choose one, just for when I am with you… the one that brings me the most arousing pleasure…

Ivan stood up and slowly dragged himself to Toris's room. Pausing as he lifted his arm to break down the door. He rocked backwards into the wall and heaved himself down the hallway and up the stairs back to his own bedroom. He slammed the sturdy door open and lunged onto the bed. Stripping off his heavy clothing, except for his scarf- of course, and climbed into his thick blankets.

It was 5:00 am in the morning. It was Toris's duty to call Ivan up. Toris was groaning and absolutely unwilling to get anywhere near that man. He was almost too regretful of what he had screamed at Ivan. He feared for his life.

Finally gathering up his courage, Toris dragged himself out of bed and chucked on his normal uniform. He slowly sneaked up the staircase to Ivan's bedroom. Noticing his light on. Was Ivan already up? What is he doing? Should I go…?

He paused on the last step and pondered. He knocked on the door and tiptoed into the dim room. Relieved when he saw the elder man's sleeping figure. Relieved but not. This meant that he still had to wake him. Toris groaned under his breath and lightly shook the large figure. Quietly whispering Ivan's name, begging for him to quickly wake up so he can escape. After his repetitive shaking and calling, Ivan finally responded with an angry and impatient groan. Ivan picked himself up and yawned only to be greeted with a running Toris who was gone by the time Ivan actually opened his eyes. Ivan was annoyed. Extremely.

Ivan arrived downstairs at the dining table where the three Baltics had not touched the food at all. They were just sitting there, waiting. They stood immediately once they saw Ivan. Estonia ran to his chair and pulled it out for Ivan. Latvia brought the heated food to Ivan's dining mat. Toris just sat there trembling in his seat. Too scared to make eye-contact with the man. Ivan said goodmorning with his usual smile. The childish one that creeped every country out.

After the breakfast, Toris was received a firm grasp around his wrist and was pulled up the staircase into Ivan's room. The other two Baltics prayed for Toris's life and hurriedly returned to cleaning up the table, unaware of the occurrence the previous day. They jumped at the slamming of Ivan's precious door.

Toris was pinned against the door by Ivan's deathly grip that dug into his skin despite the trimmed nails. Ivan was growling at Toris, not saying a word. Just staring and growling. Toris was trembling furiously, if he moved he'd be pinned to the bed or lifted by the neck which was definitely not any better than his current situation. But, he foolishly risked it. Toris shifted his wrists in Ivan's grasp and made a run for it. Ivan swiftly grabbed Toris by the back of his neck and threw him roughly, onto the bed. Immediately pouncing onto him to prevent all movement from Toris. His body much larger than the younger nation's.

Ivan shoved the other nation's delicate face into the pillow denying his breath, practically chocking the younger man. A gun was pulled out from Ivan's coat pocket and was pointed at Toris's head.

Ivan commanded in a low tone, "Don't move."

Toris could only respond in a chocked grunt allowing Ivan to finally lift his head of his head. Toris gasped desperately for air and was on the verge to complain when the gun was shoved vigorously into his mouth, earning a groan from Toris.

"Suck it like the bitch you are. You slut." Ivan spout coldly. Toris could feel his cold eyes pierce through the back of his bobbing head. This time, he didn't dare disobey, aware that the gun was loaded and knowing Ivan, probably wasn't on safety mode either.

Toris shook and cowered under Ivan's large shadow. His large hand snaking down to the hem of Toris's belted pants and pulled the belt out only to be wrapped around Toris's neck acting like a collar. The pants were off within seconds leaving Toris in a freezing state.

Toris was still tentatively sucking on the gun, aware of his teeth and making sure he doesn't dare to leave a scratch on the extremely well-polished gun. The consequences were too huge.

Ivan secured the gun onto the bed using a stand and tied Toris's forearms together behind his back using some ropes in his bedside drawer. His thighs were tied to his ankles and spread with a spreader bar. He dangled the previous vibrators infront Toris's eyes before mercilessly turned on the highest setting and shoved them in all in one swift move. He blindfolded Toris with a nearby tie and secured the belt that was on Toris's neck around the headboard. Ivan sighed in satisfaction of his well-crafted, whimpering and sobbing 'artwork'.

"Don't move, continue sucking. That gun gonna be inside you so slick it up. I want to see it dripping wet when I return. You understand? Also, no cumming, you WILL be punished. Now, I go have dinner, you don't." Ivan ordered.

There was a gap of silence until Ivan growled impatiently.

Whimpering in fear, Toris nodded in response to the growl.

Ivan left.

Toris could hear from his restricted position, chatting downstairs. Chatting between Ivan and 2 other people whose voices sounded extremely familiar. The chatting gradually became arguing. One of the voices turned into sobbing, and… everyone went silent. The sobbing became louder as footsteps became louder.

Toris, laying on his stomach panicked. Putting in all his energy to stifle the erotic moans due to the vibrations, back into his throat. He froze, stopping all movement including the sucking. The sobbing was not Ivan's unrealistic childish sobs- it was someone else's real sobs. Once the footsteps came even closer, the sound of another's running slipped into Toris's ears. It was Ivan's heavy footsteps, probably chasing after the sobbing light steps. The door was creaked open.

There, behind the door peaked out the teary face of Canada. He stood there for a few minutes until he finally processed the terrible scene infront of him causing him to stumble backwards into Ivan's body. Canada leaped away from Ivan. Canada screamed.

"W-w-w-w-w-what is this?!" he was horrified.

All three of them were horrified. Because of Canada's scream, everyone downstairs started to run up.

Ivan quickly reacted. He shoved Canada into the room and locked the door behind him. Canada was terrified as to why Ivan had locked the door. Canada still hadn't registered the fact that everyone downstairs was running up.

The large group outside the room were banging on the door. Someone was trying to break the door.

He succeeded, the door know was broken off.