Who's That Chick?
Summary: His kidnapping has left Gilbert on edge, every little noise makes him jump. Feeling they all need a break, Ludwig decides to take his brother and Feliciano on a vacaton. Gilbert meets a girl who doesn't judge him and accepts him for who he is and what has happened to him. Who is the girl in the red hoodie and why does she have a boys name?
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Warning: Alternate Universe. This will be Gilbert/Matthew which is boy/boy. It contains rape and is rated M.
A scream escaped Gilbert's mouth before he could think. This earned him a somewhat punch to the stomach and a particulary hard thrust from his capter. Pain shot up his back, everything hurt.
A deeper thrust almost had him screaming in agony, but he wouldn't give the man more ammunition to make it hurt more.
On his knees, face dug into the cement, hands clenched, with tears streaming down his cheeks, Gilbert had never felt so dirty. Yes, he was covered in filth and grime, but he felt disgusting and dirty inside. How would anyone love him now. He was weak. The actions of this man had left him feeling hollow.
His capter's pace quickening gave indication that he was close. A couple more deep thrusts and he came inside Gilbert with a cry of pleasure. Head resting on Gilberts back, he stayed quivering in his high until he slid out and pulled his pants up. Grinning he threw a damp, dirty towel at Gilbert.
" Dirty sluts like you don't deserve to be clean. Geddit cause their dirty, hahaha. But here try to make yourself a bit more... presentable, I don't like feeling I'm fucking a hole in the dirt."
Closing and locking the door behind him, which was the only way out, the man continued to laugh all the way up the stairs.
Laying on the floor naked and in pain, Gilbert curled up into the fetal position and cried himself into a state of agonising sleep.
Always on guard, the creak of the metal door opening had Gilbert awake and sitting up straight, instantly regretting moving so fast as pain shot from his backside up his spine, almost making him sob.
A plate of undescribable mush wash pushed infront of his face, along with a bowl of dirty water to 'help wash him up' and another slightly less dirty bowl of water to drink.
The man unlocked the cuff from around his ankle and slapped on a cream and wrapped it in a dirty bandage. Gilbert didn't say anything, too confused for words.
"Can't have that rubbing down to the bone, yuck." The man glanced up and caught sight of the purple bruise on the right side of his cheek. Grimacing, he gently reached out and stroked the mark making Gilbert flinch from the pain and from the mans touch.
"Sorry about that, I sometimes get a little rough with my possessions." The man spoke softly, looking deep into Gilbert's red eyes.
A sharp knock from above startled and confused the man, he wasn't expecting any visitors. The sound of the doorbell constantly ringing had him jumping up. Turning back to Gilbert, looking apologetic he spoke,
"I'll be back my love. I just have to see who that is."
Walking out of the room and turning to close and lock the door, the doorbell chimed three more times, and then another six. The man scowled.
"Bloody impatient pricks, I'm coming."
The doorbell chimed again, and the man gave up on the lock. He won't go anywhere, he's too smart for that. The man thought as he was running up the stairs.
Gilbert was confused, he didn't hear the distinctive click of the lock. Why would he leave it unlocked? Was this some kind of trap?
Slowly getting to his feet and wrapping the towel around his naked waist, Gilbert hobbled to the door, finding it was infact unlocked. Inching it open and peering out into the little hallway, he saw noone. Thinking this was the perfect opportunity, Gilbert slowly inched the door open all the way, trying not to make it squeek loudly. This was his chance to get out. His chance to be free. It was the time to run for it.
So second chapter. Thanks to everyone who read, alerted, favourited, and reviewed.
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