Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!

APHAPHAPH

"You, limey(1) with the green eyes." Arthur turned to the voice. "Come with me." He started walking away. England relunctantly followed him. "You didn't seem to be very nervous or anything when you got here. Even after you were told that you will die. Why is that?"

Death threats were empty to the nation. "I heard that I would die if I didn't do a good job..." He was stronger than the average human, of course.

"You did a good job before, but let's see you do a good job in a few weeks without food... What are you looking for?"

England was looking left to right for somebody. "N... Nothing in particular..."

The man opened the door. "Get in." England took a step back instead. "It's just my room in the camp. Get in!" The man dragged England into the room by his arm. He locked the door behind him.

They both looked around the room. It had a bed, a fridge with a counter next to it, and a bathroom. "Really? The room they gave me is this plain?" He sighed, turning to England. "On your knees."

"Wh-What?"

"I said, get down on your knees. Unless standing is more comfortable for you, the floor will be your seat." The man took out a cigarrette from a pocket, lighting it. "This sucks. I'm stuck working here for who knows when. There's no women to take..." He took a deep breath into the death stick, almost finishing it in one drag.

"Um, s-sir, if-"

"Herr Fuchs."

"Herr Fuchs... If I'm not needed, then I could work a lit-"

"Stay." The man, "Fuchs," layed his back down on the bed. "The day I hit puberty was the day I got addicted to sex... It's more addicting then say... Oh, I dunno. Opium?" England winced. "You don't seem to be old enough to have been through the Opium Wars though, so you wouldn't know what I would be talking about..."

England knows all too well, though he's not going to tell this man that. "Herr Fuchs-"

"Quiet..." He took a long drag of his cigarrette again, before it got finished. He cleaned the ashes off of the tiled floor. "You sucked dicks before, right?"

"Y-Yes, herr-"

"Ja." Fuchs corrected.

"Ja... Herr Fuchs."

"I got attracted to my ex girlfriend- Julia- mainly because of her eyes."

"D-Do you mind me asking... What happened to her?"

Fuchs sighed. "I'm not entirely sure. She was so anti-Nazi, that she dumped me when I was... Drafted. I got her the money to flee to a neutral state, but... I just, don't know..."

"I'm sorry about that..."

"So am I... I joined the Nazis so she could be safe, hopefully... I don't really care for Jewish people, though. They smell horrible when burned, and sounds worse when burned alive. My first name is Vilhelm, by the way."

"Vilhelm Fuchs? That's a very strong sounding name..."

"You know, you're really easy to talk to. I only found you last night, because of your eyes..." He sat up. "I will give you food if you can keep quiet about all of this."

England nodded. "J-Ja, herr Fuchs, I will keep quiet. I have no reason to tell the other Nazis what you told me."

Vilhelm smirked. "Gute.* Come here, at the foot of my bed." England obeyed, standing on his knees with his arms resting against the edge of the bed. "You won't... You won't tell anyone, if I, say... Use your mouth, would you? I would feed you every time you do..."

"No, I won't... Again, I have no reason to..."

"If you suck me off, then you will have a reason... Though you'd probably die with me..." Vilhelm studied England's roots of his head. "What color hair do you have?"

"Blond..." Fuchs smirked.

"Perfect. Now I just need a razor to shave those eye-brows-"

"No!"

"Nein?"

"I-I mean, h-how else are you going t-t-to find me..."

"I found you because of your eyes. So much like my Julia's. If I can't find you, then I'll just take a different person with beautiful eyes like yours."

'Like Cecil's...' England thought. His own eyes widen. "B-But... Wh-What if you can't trust them..."

"How can I know that I can trust you? I just met you."

"You... You already told me a lot of things..."

Vilhelm sighed and layed back down on the bed. "Get to work. It would be better for you if you keep your eyes open, even if I close my own eyes."

"Um... Herr Fuchs..."

"Have you seen more people with green eyes like yours? If so, then go get him. If not, then stay still while I rip your eyes out."

"No! I-I'll do it..." England unzipped Vilhelm's pants, pulling out his barely hard cock and rubbed it to full hardness. He lapped at the head. He heard a satisfactory moan from the Nazi man.

"Take it all, mann-hure..."* England completely engulfed the man into his mouth, making sure to keep his eyes open when doing so. He heard the man moan louder this time, whispering- "Julia..."

England sucked harder and put one of his hands under his chin to massage the man's testicals. Vilhelm groaned in pleasure before pushing England's head down so he was deep inside of the Britain's throat.

"I shouldn't have to tell you to swallow it- you should already know, ja?" England pulled back, struggling not to choke. England walked to the door. "Where are you going?" Vilhelm stood up from his bed. "I think I promised you food... I expect a thanks in German."

"D-Danke, herr Fuchs..."

Vilhelm chuckled and walked to the fridge, searching it for anything. He threw a slice of bread on the floor. "Essen, hure."* England bent down to grab the piece of bread, undusting it with his hand before eating about half of it before hiding it inside of his shirt.

"You shouldn't. If you get caught, by anyone, you'll die. If a soldier finds it, you'll get shot. If a prisoner finds it, you'll get beaten to death- I'm almost positive. Understand?"

"J-Ja, herr Fuchs..." England took it back out, eating the rest and waiting. Vilhelm chuckled again.

"I can't wait until you'll beg and do anything for food. I'll get more of a show that way. Come." He left the room with England following him. Vilhelm started muttering something to himself in German. "This is a death camp. You seem to be decent in mining... Maybe you could just... Clean up bodies... I hope I'll see you tomorrow- alive. Gute Nacht."*

England was pushed into a cell. The door was locked and Vilhelm Fuchs left him to search the rest of the cells.

"Arthur?" A high-pitched voice called out. England turned around. Something sparkling circled around him.

"Tinker Bell!(2) What are you doing in here? It's dangerous in here." England whispered.

"I wanted to know if your okay. Promise you won't scream when I tell you something important?"

"I promise."

"Cecil's here." She immediately shushed England after saying that, just in case. England kept quiet.

"H-H-How is he...?"

"He seems to be doing okay. He's staying in a cell at the end of the hallway, though."

"...Well, still. At least I know now."

APHAPHAPH

(1) Apparently it's an insult in England.

(2) Tinker Bell is owned by Disney.

Who originally owned it? Damn Disney, stealing everything.

"Gute" - "Good"

"Mann-Hure" - "Man-Whore"

"Essen, hure" - "Eat, whore"

"Gute Nacht" - "Good Night"