Secret

Prologue I

"See anything Bela?" A blonde asked as she peered through a set of binoculars.

"Nadda," Bela replied, pulling her eyes away from the binoculars in her hands.

She looked over at the third member that was sitting atop of a dirty New York building, staring into the nearby hotels as well.

The third member bit her lip as she tried not to laugh at Bela.

"What is it Rain?" Bela asked.

"Check your face," she said, bursting into laughter.

Bela pulled out a compact and flipped it open. She gasped loudly and felt the skin around her eyes. There was a large black ring of makeup around her eyes, making her look like a raccoon.

"I'm going to murder them," she whispered.

"Who?" the blonde asked, sounding bored as she glanced at Bela, after ripping her eyes away from the binoculars.

"Ita and Ito, Gem!" Bela shrieked.

Gem sighed as Bela began trying to get the makeup off, yelling the whole time.

"Why do I never get this much trouble from Po, Liec, or Fin?" she muttered.

She shook her head and looked back at the binoculars.

"Hello!" Gem said, squawking like a parrot.

"What was that?" Rain asked.

"Target is with Sub-one," she said, starting to pack up the equipment on the roof.

Rain and Bela quickly packed up and each of the three females pulled out a pen. The pen Gem had was yellow with a star on top. The center of the star had a yellow circle with B in the center. There was the Belgian flag below the B, and the flag was supported by a crown with a pair of white wings sprouting from the crown.

Bela's pen was green with the Belarusian flag, a green circle, and a B. Rain's pen was blue with the Ukrainian flag, blue circle, and a U.

"Lets go girls!" Belgium exclaimed, leaping off the building as a light surrounded her.

Belarus and Ukraine jumped off the building, white light surrounding them as well.

I followed Russia-san to our room and locked the door behind me. I turned to him and I was quickly slammed into the door. His lips pressed against mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth. A knee went in between my legs and pressed up against my crotch. A moan escaped my lips and Russia swallowed my moan. He began rubbing with his knee and I gripped his shoulders. My knees felt weak and my mind was spinning. He spun us around and shoved me to the bed.

"Strip," he ordered.

I nodded and sat up on the bed. I gently removed my black vest and pulled off my shoes sexily. I continued strip-teasing, removing my black tie and pulling off my red dress shirt with the double gold button cuffs. I was left in my pants and socks as Russia came over to me and held my chin.

"Say, Matthias, why don't you say my name?" Russia whispered softly.

I shook my head, biting my lip. Russia became enraged and pulled out a knife.

"That wasn't an option," he hissed, pressing the blade against my throat.

I whimpered softly and got a punch to the face where it fractured my cheekbone. I fell against the bed and held my cheek, tears stinging in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Crying meant a beating. Russia quickly moved to be over top of me and held my cheeks.

"Say my name," he hissed violently.

I shook my head and Russia pressed his thumbs into my throat. I choked as he squeezed tighter on my unprotected throat, blocking off my air supply. I gripped his wrists and tried to pull them off me as my vision slowly narrowed to a pinpoint. Russia let go and I gripped my throat, gasping.

"Say my name Denmark," Russia growled dangerously. "Or you'll get a new scar."

"Anti-Russia, Anti-Russian Federation," I whispered, voice hoarse from not using it for nearly twenty years. "Navi Iksnigarb."

Anti-Russia smiled and kissed my lips gently. I let him kiss me, not bothering to put any energy into the kiss, and opened my mouth, unwillingly, under his crushing lips. I could feel my skin bruise under his grasp on my upper arms. Anti-Russia forced his tongue into my mouth and mapped it harshly, biting down on my tongue. I let him dominate me, hoping he would leave me alone, no, praying he would.

I didn't get my wish.

I was lying on my side with Anti-Russia's arms around my waist. My bare back was pressed into his bare stomach and chest. I sighed heavily and gently removed his arms from my waist. I sat up softly and gently got out of bed, wincing as I moved my hips even slightly. I pulled on a silk robe and slipped out of the room.

I had twenty years of practice of slipping out of Anti-Russia's arms after sex. I was silent as a ghost as I quickly made my way to Norway's room. I softly knocked on the door and Norway answered the door.

"What is it Anko?" Norway asked, yawning widely. "It's two in the morning."

I pressed my lips in a firm line and glanced down the hallway in the direction of Anti-Russia's room. I looked back at him and gave him a pleading look.

Even though he was nowhere near me, the twenty years of being with Anti-Russia frightened me into not speaking. The things he did to my body, things he implanted into my mind, the pain I had endured, mentally and physically for twenty years, turned me into something that was no longer Matthias Køhler, Denmark, nor the Kingdom of Denmark.

I was something entirely different.

"Bror, vær så snill, la meg inn," I whispered in his native tongue.

Norway's usually dull eyes shone with a light that hadn't seen in a very long time. Not since 1523, when Sweden and Finland left me.

He gently pulled me into his room and closed the door behind him. I sat on his bed and looked away as he turned towards me. He gazed at me intently as I flinched away.

"What's with you Anko?" Norway asked softly. "You're trembling like Latvia."

I didn't make eye contact with him as I thought about the time Latvia accidently stumbled upon one of my weekly beatings. He wouldn't speak for a whole year after seeing my beating.

"You don't know half of it," I said softly, looking him in the eye.

An inner fire burned within me that had been all but extinguished for the past twenty years. I could show Norway my true feelings, the feelings I had kept inside me since I had first laid eyes on him as an adult.

I stood up to my full height and strode over to him. I backed him up against the door and placed my forearm over his head. I leaned against the door and took his chin, tilting his head up to meet my eyes.

"Du er så jævla vakker," I whispered once again in his native tongue.

I crushed my lips to his and kissed him, putting all of my emotions I had felt in the past twenty years into that kiss. All the desire I had felt for Norway, the hate of Anti-Russia, the loathing for what he made me, the emptiness that I felt every day, the anguish of not seeing my family, the rage that I felt towards being a puppet in her little game, the sadness of knowing that once I sang, I would be killed, my usefulness lived to its potential since I would summon her.

Norway's lips moved under mine and he slid his arms to my neck. He pressed his body against mine and slid my hands to his hips, pulling him closer to me. I loved the way his body molded into mine, the way his lips moved against mine, his- oh fuck, that's his tongue.

My eyes fluttered as he easily dominated me, pushing me to the bed. The back of my knees slammed into the bed and I fell onto the plush mattress. I quickly pulled myself fully onto the bed as Norway recaptured my lips. He kissed me with a gentleness that I hadn't seen before, not in a long while.

Norway pulled back and stroked my cheek with his knuckles. I gently placed my hand over his and looked him in the eye.

"I love you…" I whispered.

Norway smiled and pressed his forehead against mine. Our lips brushed as he spoke softly, his words like a soft breeze.

"I love you too, idiot…" he told me, pressing our lips together.

I quickly pulled back and took I breath.

"What is it Den?" Norway asked.

"I want you to fuck me," I said softly.

Norway shook his head and kissed me again.

"I won't fuck you," he replied, breaking apart. "I will make love to you."

I smiled and threw myself into the passion whirlwind, making myself feel whole…