Thanks for the favorites and reviews for Raw Addiction. I can try to make something like that again, but I have no idea where this story is going since I make this stuff up off top of my head.

I do not own Hetalia if I did Ivan would be mine.

Russia was strong, powerful, and the biggest. So how had he gotten captured? Because he had thought the other nations were his friends. He had held on to his belief for so long and so tightly that he hadn't seen their intentions for him. Well, reality had smacked him very hard. He was alone, he had always been alone, and he would remain that way.

His cell was void, completely empty. Only a barred window let him know that the rest of the world had not slipped from his grasp. The other nations made sure he couldn't escape; his cell was made of titanium and they had shackled his wrist to the wall, forcing him to stand. He also knew that Germany and Prussia were on the other side of the door, guarding him.

The Russian closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

'Another lonely night' Ivan thought to himself, holding a half empty bottle of vodka. This was his fifth one. China hadn't left too long ago, with a promise to become one with him. Yao was supposed to get the marital papers, but Russia felt betrayed somehow. Maybe China had only used him for the sex. Russia drank the last bit of his vodka and threw the bottle at the wall. The glass shattered and collected where the rest of the bottles had been thrown.

Ivan crashed on his bed and pulled the cover over his head. He nuzzled his precious scarf and went to sleep.

Ivan groggily opened his eyes as he was pushed on the floor. China stood above him with a small frown on his face, what confused the Russian was America, England, France, Germany, and a few other nations were also in his room. Ivan gave them a childish smile, "Hello?" America pulled him up by his tank top and pushed him against the wall, "Cut the crap, we know what you did to China!"

"Da? Yao wanted to become one with Russia," Ivan now knew what China's intentions were; unfortunately no one would believe him. Russia reached for America's fist, but Germany held his wrist down, "I'm sorry Russia, but we have to show you that your ways are wrong."

China flinched under the Russian's glare; if Russia ever got free China would pay.

The moon's light shone through the single window, the air smelled of rain and Russia could feel the gloominess of his surroundings. He was in England after all. Russia looked down at his bare feet; he hoped someone would bring his shoes and his overcoat. Compared to the rest of his surroundings, Ivan looked like a ghost. But unlike a ghost he could not slip through objects.

The only option he had was to wait for the inevitable. Someone was going to be sent to torture him, to 'right' his ways. Just who would they send and how would they torture him.

The door crashing into the wall made the Russian look up. In walked the three Baltic States led by England. They were gagged and England pushed them against the floor like they were rag dolls. "It won't be long now," the Brit said with a smirk on his face. England slammed the door back in place, leaving the three Baltics shaking against the floor. So they would be forced to watch; Russia did not care. He had been tortured before and being tortured in front of mere servants would not make him feel any type of shame.

Russia felt his heart skip a beat. Of course they would send America to torture him, why wouldn't they. The Russian still had feelings for the American; he even watched over him to make sure he didn't do anything too stupid. As superpowers they had to keep other in check. America hadn't really talked to him since the Cold War, except when their bosses forced them together.

America had a hatred for the Russian and he could finally vent without Russia doing anything about it. He didn't see any harm in it, he was still being a hero; he was going to make Russia change for better. He could finally bring the Russian down by a few sizes. He didn't exactly like torture methods so America decided he would just knock the big man around a little.

Russia looked back down at his feet, he had waited a whole day just to find that his torturer would be his friend . . . enemy. America cuffed the Russian's chin, forcing his gaze away from the floor. Russia could see the Baltics paling behind America. Latvia was shaking the worse, possibly even peed his pants. Had they ever seen America serious before? Russia looked at the American, there was no trace of a smile and those ocean blue eyes were alive with rage. Without warning America back handed the Russian. Ivan kept calm, a hit like that wouldn't faze him. If Alfred kept that up, he'd think the American had gone soft on him.

Alfred was just warming up.

Alfred had become frustrated, "Why won't you scream?!" The Russian gazed at the American dully, it had been ten days and Ivan hadn't said a single word. There was nothing left to say. Italy brought him food, Germany and Prussia take him to relieve himself in the bathroom, and Switzerland would come to patch him up when America was done beating him. Sometimes England would come by to watch, like he got some type of joy seeing America beat the crap out the Russian. Alfred had beat Ivan with his own faucet pipe. Ivan wasn't wearing anything but boxers.

Even his scarf had been taken away; Ivan felt dead to the world. Had his own government even been looking for him? Torturing seemed to corrupt America, if the Russian didn't know any better he'd say that Alfred was a sadist. Ivan didn't blame America, even the purest of souls became victims to rage, not that he'd meant to upset the American after all these years.

Ivan could barely stand, not after America had hit his shins countless times with the pipe. Ivan managed a small smile and looked Alfred in the eye, "Screaming would satisfy you da?" Alfred looked taken aback; he hadn't expected Russia to say anything. "Ya ne budu krichat dlya vas," Ivan spit blood at the American's feet.

"Oh, so he still has some fight in him then," a voice came from the open door.

da - yes

Ya ne budu krichat dlya vas - I will not scream for you

I'm sorry if I'm wrong, You may correct me. Language classes don't teach you everything