Name: 8basketballdiva8

Subject: Onomontopiea poll

Hello there!

For the Onomatopoeia poll, I voted that you should make another rape chapter,

depending on who it is. After I read the first chapter, I was waiting to see

what happened next, so I personally think you should continue the Canadian

Rage and have Toris, the poor boy, get raped by Canada.

This is what I saw in my inbox today on AOL. You know what I thought..? "This is just...so strange. Toris getting raped by Matthew? W-what?" and then I paused, "...I have to do it." So congrats, 8Basketballdiva8. Dude, you rock man! I might have about 3 WIP chapters but this...this was too awesome to put off. Continuation of Chapter One...

WARNING, THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN UNWILLING SEX BETWEEN COUNTRIES. NO LIKEY NO READY.

Enjoy~

There comes a time in every shy person's life where things get too great for them to handle. But by now- it is already known that Matthew Williams, Canada, is by far no exception to this rule. He had Toris' hand in his own, grinning widely as the other shook in fear. The kind of fear that was normally reserved for the Russian was now given to the Canadian. It made Matthew feel pretty empowered by now.

"Toris~ theres not a reason why you should be scared." He stated suddenly. The snow crunching under their feet was the only thing really making noise the whole time. Toris didn't look at the Canadian. He didn't know what the hell to tell him...how to treat him. This was innocent sweet Matthew. Well, was. Now he was a blood crazed man looking for attention. Yet somehow he didn't give off that aura this time...this aura emitted from Matthew was something strange and foreign to even the Lithuanian. He finally locked eyes with Matthew.

And froze.

He wasn't expecting Matthew to be stairing at him the entire time. His cold violet eyes resembled Ivan's right now. Cold and hungry. Well, actually...he knew this cold dark stare of his. This is the look Ivan gave him when he wanted...

"M-Mister Canada I don't think.." He trailed off when Matthew's expression didn't even falter. But he saw it. A wide, dark smirk was growing on the Canadian's mouth as he watched Toris start to shake harder. There was nothing he could possibly do was there? Toris willed his legs to run but..nothing happened. But suddenly, he bolted off. He felt tears stinging in the corners of his eyes, it blurred his vision and for a while he couldn't tell where he was going. It was all white...and cold and...
He screamed, feeling the pain of something connecting to his head. He fell, going down hard into the soft pillow-like snow. Pain exploded in his brain and he had to close his eyes. He whimpered lightly, but then felt pressure on his lower back. MAtthew was sitting on him now..he could definately tell be the shape of what was on his back.
"...Where do you think you're going?" he asked suddenly, frowning more. He started stroking Toris' hair, grinning when he heard the whimper, "I wanted you to be with me." he stated, "And we were going to go ice skating eh?" he offered with a laugh, "I guess you have other plans...well that's okay. You wont have them anymore!" he offered brightly. He felt the other lightly struggle under his weight and he shoved the other's head back down into the snow. He paused, until the other stopped, and let his head get up to breathe. "I don't want you making a noise." Matthew began, starting to stroke the other's hair. His delicate hand went farther down the spine of the country under him, "Do you understand?" he asked with such ease and softness that it would give one a false sence of security. Toris didn't dare make a noise, as requested, and nodded in response. He closed his eyes tighter, shaking more.

Toris felt his pants slip down his hips, and he despirately grabbed at the snow. That was his only source of security at the moment. Cold, fluffy snow that would soon be stained red or melted from heat. Biting his bottom lip, he felt everything being done to him. The other's pale hand running over his smooth rump, being careful to actually prepare him first. Well, it was slightly better than Russia- but that doesn't mean he wanted it. He felt fingers go in, and grope and streach. It didn't even hurt at this point...nothing could honeslty. His whole body was already ripped apart and sewed together more times than he could even remember...whats one more time? Grunting lightly, ah, he felt it. He felt the Canadian entering him. For such a body he..he really was the second largest country. It did hurt, and he was bleeding slightly now, and every cell in his brain was screaming for it to stop. His body...his mind..his...his...

"STOP IT!" his mouth now. And did Toris instantly regret it. Pain erupted straight in his back. A switchblade..straight into his shoulderblade,

"I told you not to make noise, eh!" eh screamed, "Dammit, I should bring a sewing kit with me...maybe I should cut out your tounge instead." A smirk grew wider, he was still inside Toris but didn't move. Not that the Lithuanian really could process this. He was scared out of his whits...and did the only thing he could at the moment,

"I-I am sorry M-Mister Canada..." he breathed out, shaking terribly, "I...I promise I will not do anything else..!" he begged, starting to cry. Matthew seemed to take pity on him..and started stroking his hair, but never touched the knife still dug deep in Toris,

"Toris...oh I'm sorry.." he cooed softly, "Just shut up and it'll be okay, eh?" he offered with a soft smile. Silence was bestowed on Toris once more. He gripped the snow as much as he could as his whole body started to be rocked and shaken violently as Matthew continued to have his way inside him. He couldn't help but cry silently from the pain in all his back regions. He made quiet whimpers but that was the extent of it. It would be over soon, the chant was on replay in his mind the entire time. He could get through this...it was bad but not as bad..! R-right...?

Matthew couldn't help but grab Toris' hips, digging his nails deep in the flesh to make him bleed even there. He breathed roughly as he fucked the man under him roughly. Gripping the knife in his shoulder blade tight in his hand, he pushed down. As he did this, Toris screamed and Matthew came inside him. Silence filled the air after a long moment, and Matthew just panted and watched the Baltic under him. He looked like he was in much...much pain. Ah..well that was upsetting him now,

"Mon dieu.." he mumbled quietly pulling away from Toris, "I-I didn't..I mean.." his eyes widened. The reality of what he had done to his poor friend was seeping in. What he's done to his whole entire family and world. It...it was terrible. "Toris I'm..I mean..." He trembled, and looked around. Shit. Nothing more he could do was there? Maybe...maybe if he just left him there...? Things would be okay...right? Matthew quickly turned on his heel and bolted out of the area in a hurry. He was just going to go home..pretend like none of this happened, and tomarrow? Tomarrow he'll be forgotten again...and he'll be okay again. He'll be quiet and meek and forgotten. That would be for the best right? Well...he certainly hoped.

Toris, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He was laying there, bleeding and freezing face down in the soft snow. He felt soft snowflakes hit is bare back and he shivered. It was very, very common he was going to freeze to death..or bleed to death. He wasn't even sure which one anymore. But, he hoped that something would happen soon. Safety or dying. Just anything to get him out of this misery. Fortunately for him, one of the options did come along fairly quickly.

….woo :D

I decided I should yanno...stop procrastinating and do it..so I did. Enjoy?