***Disclaimer: This is not going to be 100% historically accurate, but I will try to keep it somewhat accurate.***
Warning graphic rape at the end of the chapter of chibiRomano
Lovino and Feliciano were playing in their room in the palace. Servants stood at each of the entrances guarding the beloved young princes. Roma walked in and smiled at his two sons, the heirs to the Empire. The two boys were the pride and joy of his life. He went over and picked them up. The children giggled as he threw them gently so that they sat on his shoulders.
"How are my favorite boys?" The man asked with a laugh and smile.
"Good!" They said in unison.
"Hungry." Feliciano said.
"Me too!" Lovino agreed.
"Wonderful. Let's feast!" He carried the boys into the dining hall where servants lead the boys to their seats. Roma said down at the head of the table. Massive amounts of food were brought to him. Feliciano clapped his small hands. He was starving. The family had just begun to eat when men ran into the room.
"Caesar! Caesar!" The men were out of breath.
"What is it?" He stood wild eyed.
"Germania…attacking." They gasped. Roma's eyes grew wide. He looked at the two boys. He needed to keep them safe. They were the future of Rome and more importantly, they were his beloved children.
"Hide the boys!" He commanded of the servants as he ran out of the room. Lovino and Feliciano glanced at each other confused as to what was going on. At only seven and eight, they had little experience with attacks. They knew that their father was scared and that scared them.
"Come with me." Lovino's nurse maid instructed as she took him out of the room. Feliciano was guided in an opposite direction. Lovino was instructed to stay in the dark room. He didn't like it. It smelled bad and was too dark. He hated the dark. He knocked on the door hoping the nurse maid would sit with him. There was no answer. He used his best prince voice to demand that his maid enter the room. There was no answer. The small boy shivered. It was freezing in this room. He had never been in this part of the palace before. He began to cry as he started hearing noises. They were getting closer. Suddenly the door was ripped open and soldiers rushed in and grabbed him.
"W-What are you doing?" He cried as one threw him over a shoulder and another tied his hands tightly behind his back as well as his feet, the two were then tied together and a gag was pulled on him. He cried out at the pain of his capture. Suddenly his vision went black as his eyes were blindfolded.
"Thank you. You did well." The soldier holding him said to someone just outside the door. There was the sound of gold being exchanged. Lovino couldn't believe when he heard the voice of the one outside the door. It was his nurse maid. He loved her. She was like a mother to him. Lovino struggled against the guards as they walked, but to no avail.
"LOVINO! GIVE HIM BACK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" He heard his father's voice. He tried to call out for him, but the gag was very much in place. "NO! NOT MY BABY! NO, PLEASE!" That was the last thing the young boy heard before being thrown into what he assumed was a cart and taken away.
After what seemed like forever, Lovino was awakened by a bright light shining on his face. He was thrown onto the road which caused his face to be scratched and his tunic to be torn slightly. He felt a blow to his side. "Get up!" He was commanded. The boy still couldn't move and his eyes were still blindfolded. He was painful yanked up by the hair causing him to scream against the gag, tears pouring out of his eyes. The boy was terrified. Where was he? Who were these men? Why did they take him? What did they want? His blindfold was snatched off.
"Well, well, well…" An ugly dark haired man smirked. "So we have the real prince of Rome. The first in line." He chuckled. "What to do with you? What is the most demeaning thing we can put you through?" The man snapped his fingers. "You, my boy, will be a sex slave." He ran a hand down Lovino's face. "You are beautiful. Green eyes, golden skin, yes, you are beautiful indeed. I'll make a fortune off your innocence. How much?" The man asked the soldiers.
"He is a prince. He's not cheap."
"I am helping Germania take down Rome. I think I deserve a discount." The boy still didn't understand what the men were talking about. He had lived a rather sheltered life in Rome. The men exchanged gold and the ugly man yanked Lovino up, cutting his silk tunic off and placing a very scratchy one on him instead that felt much like a burlap to the small boy. He cut the rope securing the boy's legs. Lovino took the opportunity to fight back and kicked the man's shin. A firm backhand landed on the small boy's cheek as he fell to the ground. He was picked up by his face.
"Listen to me be you little brat, I own you now. I call the shots and I will make sure this is not easy for you if you do not behave." Lovino glared at the man as tears streamed down his face. What was going on? Who was he? The man tied another rope to his legs, only left room so he could walk. The man tied a rope around Lovino's waist and tied the lead rope to his carriage before climbing in. Lovino was yanked forward suddenly and almost fell over. He was forced to walk barefoot in the blazing sun.
By the time they reached their destination the boy was exhausted, sunburnt, dehydrated and hungry on top of being scared and wanting his father and brother. He wanted to be back in the palace. His feet ached from the blisters forming on the soles. He was not used to walking far at all and with no shoes, his feet to become red and bloody around the blisters. The man untied the boy and led him inside.
"Let's get you cleaned up for your first client, hm?" Lovino didn't know what that meant. He just wanted food and water and to sleep.
"Water." The boy demanded. A sharp blow landed across the boy's face knocking him down once again. He as pulled up by the collar of his shirt.
"You are no longer a prince. You are the lowest of low. You are prostitute. Filthy and disgusting. The scum of the earth. You do not demand anything! You do not ask of anything! You will be given what you require and nothing more and that will be done on my time. Do you understand?" Lovino didn't understand, but he nodded. He was thrown against a wall and then yanked violently by the rope still around his waist to follow the man. He was scrubbed causing his burned and abused skin to be rubbed raw.
He was then dragged into a room with an enormous bed. It seemed so luxurious. So this was his nap time then. The boy smiled and tried to climb up, only to freeze at the sound of an opening door. "Come here, my prince." The man beckoned. Lovino did as he was used to doing and going to his subject. Roma taught him to always be pleasant with everyone, even the peasants. Everyone had a place in the Empire that should be respected. The man ran a hand through the boy's hair.
Lovino was shocked when the man picked him up and walked him to the bed. Well about damn time! He thought. Finally someone was helping in him into bed. He waited for his itchy clothes to be removed by this new servant and replaced by a clean night gown. The man took off Lovino's clothes…slowly. Lovino rolled his eyes. This idiot didn't even know how to undress a prince! Suddenly something changed. The man laid the boy on his back and stood to pull off his own clothing. What was he doing? Lovino sat up only to be pushed back down.
"Stay." He was commanded. Lovino was outraged. He was the prince of the Roman Empire! This was not a way for a servant to speak to his master! Lovino was about to say something when the man lay down on top of him and kissed his mouth. Lovino tensed. This wasn't normal. He squirmed and tried to push the man off. A swift hand came down across his face. "Stop it." The man growled. "I love virgin meat, but I could do without the squirming." Lovino swatted at the man.
"Unhand me!" He screamed. The man glared and pulled out rope. He tied Lovino's hands together and secured them to the bed before lying back down and kissing and sucking the boy's supple skin. Lovino squirmed. He didn't like this. He wanted him to stop. Why wouldn't he stop? The man spread the boy's legs and gently stroked the boy. He shivered from the new sensation. His breathing quickened.
"Do you like that?" The man grinned. Lovino let out a shuddering whimper as his legs were pushed further apart. The man settled between them. It pained the small boys to have his legs pushed down at such an angle. Lovino begged them man to let him go, to take him back to his father. The man ignored him. Lovino squirmed as the man slipped a finger in him.
"What are you doing?" The boy cried. He didn't understand what was happening. He didn't like it. It felt weird. The man shushed the boy who was now begging louder to be let go. "Stop!" Lovino screamed as the man began to scissor the boy, tears streaming down his face.
"You want me to stop?" The man smirked. "Okay." Suddenly Lovino felt as though his body was on fire as the man slammed fully into the eight year old. He let out a scream and attempted to kick the man. The man rocked and pain only grew traveling up and down. He felt like there was something big in him, splitting him apart.
"Stop!" Lovino begged as he cried and screamed.
"You know you like it." The man grabbed his face as his rocking became faster and harder. The sobbing boy thrashed his face. The man stuck his tongue in the boy's mouth. The boy took the chance to bite him in an attempt to make him stop. The man glared at the boy, the rocking stopped though the fullness was still there. "You little piece of shit!" The man slapped the boy. "I was being nice, but I'll make you suffer now!" Suddenly the man was slamming in to the boy over and over with so much force the boy's head hit the wall each time. Lovino screamed, begging for him to stop. Tears poured down the sobbing child's face. He felt an odd sensation just before the man pulled out. It felt that something had climbed through his spine.
The boy was left naked and tied up, sobbing as the man left. Another came in and the routine continued. By the end of the night there had been ten men. The boy couldn't sit and was barely walk. This was going to be his life he was informed, well until he reached puberty (whatever that was). Then it would be forced manual labor with lots of whipping. He hoped his little brother was safe in the palace and that his maid hadn't sold him away as well.
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