Austria took Prussia's wrists. I was only joking. What's wrong with this guy? Prussia struggled to get his hands free, but it was no use. "Are you fucking crazy?" In reply, Austria twisted his arms and started leading him down a hallway. Prussia slammed his body into Austria's, freeing himself. He was about to run when a pair of hands clasped onto his shoulders and swung him into the wall.
"Dude, there's something wrong with you!" Prussia yelled.
"Yes, I know," Austria responded. His face was as stoic as ever, and his tone was flat. I wonder if he's on something.
"Just let go of me! I'm too awesome for this!" Prussia pushed against his captor.
"If you promise me that you won't tell anyone about any of this."
Like hell, Prussia though. But to Austria he said, "I won't. I promise. Now let me go."
"No." Austria took his wrists again and continued down the hall.
"No?!" What do you mean 'no'? Why 'no'?!"
"Because you're lying. I can see it in your face."
Prussia was pushed through a door before he could say anything else. It was a dark bedroom, a bedroom he'd never even noticed before. There wasn't that much of a difference between it and his guest room except for the various tools and devices for bondage and torture- some he had never even seen or heard of- littering the furniture and walls. How in the hell have I never noticed this place? Austria took a two pairs of handcuffs from a table, put one on either of Prussia's wrists, and clasped the ends on the bedposts.
"I am the awesome Prussia; I demand to be re—" A sharp sting cut him off. Austria was holding a leather crop, waiting to strike again. "What in the hell are you doing? Get that thing away from—" Another sting.
"Come now, my little pet."
Prussia tried to pull his out of the handcuffs but his wrists were too large. The crazy man was now climbing onto the bed with him, climbing on top of him. Prussia wiggled around, trying in vain to free himself. "I AM THE AWESOME PRUSSIA! RELEASE ME THIS INSTANT!"
Austria simply laughed this time, moving the crop along Prussia's body. "Now, this won't hurt much as long as you keep your mouth shut." He started undoing the buttons on Prussia's shirt and pants. Soon, Prussia was completely exposed, his shirt hanging loosely off his body. Austria began to run the crop down his body again.
"No, please, PLEASE!" Prussia's voice cracked into a half-sob. "Don't do this! I promise I won't tell!"
Austria studied his captive, his expression blank. Then his lip jerked up. "You're lying again, Prussia. If only you knew how to keep that mouth of yours shut."
Holy fuck. He's going to use that thing on my bare skin. Prussia wiggled around helplessly on the bed, struggling against the pull of the handcuffs. I've got to get out of here before he— There was a stinging sensation, this one worse than the others. More came, each in a different place on his body. He bit his tongue so he wouldn't cry out, bringing blood. Finally, the crop quit falling. Prussia didn't have to look down to know that there were red marks all over his body. Just like those girls in the magazine. Austria's hands searched Prussia's aching body, stopping at his face. He brushed it with his thumb and murmured, "I want you so badly."
