Sadik walked into the sun lit kitchen slowly, a small chain in hand. Ivan staggered in after him, naked with his hands bound behind his back and painfully hard. The chain in Sadik's hand led to the cock ring that denied Ivan release. Every single tug sent a deliciously torturous shot of pleasure through Ivan's body until he collapsed to his knees in the center of the room, panting his pleasure and trying to hide his blush with his scarf. Sadik looked down at those hazy, pleasure clouded, violet eyes and smirked.

"Feeling a little hot under the collar there, are we love?" Ivan whined, rocking his hips in a futile hope for more friction. Sadik's smirk widened when he rested his head against the Turk's thigh, sobbing in desperation. They had woken up from their little nap at four in the morning and since then Sadik had released many times. Ivan however had been denied. Sadik looked at the sunflower clock on the wall and debated. It was going on ten o'clock and he could always just get his lover hard again. He was startled from his thoughts when he felt something moving against his leg. Looking down, he saw that Ivan had adjusted his position and was grinding against Sadik's leg.

Ivan gasped and keened, burying his face into Sadik's thigh. His lover's pajama pants felt so good on his heated flesh. He was suddenly pushed back onto his heels and Sadik's bare foot was pressed into his package. Forceful but not enough to hurt, never enough to hurt.

"You naughty boy! And here I was thinking of ending your punishment early." Ivan's eyes widened with this information and he whimpered pitifully. He looked up at Sadik and pleaded with his eyes, having earlier been denied the right to speak. Sadik looked down at him thoughtfully. "I'm still feeling generous though so," The Turk undid Ivan's bonds and massaged his wrists carefully then he pulled over one of the kitchen chairs and removed the cock ring before sitting down. "Give me a show." Ivan blinked and his blush spread to his ears and down his neck. Sadik smirked at the adorable reaction. "Stay on your knees like that and pleasure yourself for me."

Ivan stole glances at Sadik as he slid his cool hands down his body, focusing first on his hard nipples then on his leaking member. One hand cupped and squeezed his swelling sac and the other tried to keep the harsh fast jerking he was used to with Sadik. He bit his lip as he tried to continue to follow the order of silence. He didn't know when he closed his eyes but the next time he opened them, Sadik was leaning over him.

"Cum for me Ivan." Sadik pressed his lips to Ivan's and swallowed the scream the other let loose. Ivan's world turned white as he released all over his hand and stomach. He thought he heard Sadik say 'good boy' before he feinted into those warm arms. When he awoke, they were both lying on the couch. Ivan was clean and lying on Sadik's chest while the Turk ran his fingers through the Russian's hair, as he mumbled the words to Arkady's lullaby. Ivan ignored the coffee and baklavas and squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the earlier pain return. There was no distraction now.

"Sadik." The other looked down at Ivan's face. "Do you think…we'll ever see him again?" Sadik sighed and propped himself up slightly.

"Ivan, do you remember when I first found out you liked your little fetish?" Ivan's brow furrowed, unsure of what that had to do with anything, and he nodded. "I told you that I'd humor you for a night to see how I liked it and we'd go from there. Now in the middle of everything I told you to call me 'master' and only that. You damn near had a mental breakdown. All cause of what Mongolia did." When Ivan had been under Mongolia's rule, the man had taken great joy in humiliating Ivan as much as possible: shoving him into a woman's party covered in feces, raping him in public while making Ivan cum as well, and Ivan was never to address him as anything other than 'my master'. "You swore that you'd never use that term again. Now how often do ya use it?" Ivan blushed and buried his face in Sadik's chest. "We'll get him back love. And there'll be hell to pay just you wait."

Arkady looked up from the area of floor he was scrubbing.

"So how did you start working for that Greek bastard?" Eta stopped mid-sentence and shook her head.

"Ark we're supposed to be teaching you Greek while we work not discussing how I came to be here, what spices go best with what food, philosophy, or the weather." Arkady stiffened stubbornly.

"What use is Greek to me? Turkish is understood here, as well as in many countries formally apart of the Ottoman Empire, most of the Middle East and Germany. Any country that used to be a part of the Soviet Union can understand Russian, and so does Israel and Germany. I'll never use Greek after I'm free of this asshole." Ageta sighed, the boy had a point but if she didn't teach him then it could land the two of them in a lot of trouble. Neither of them noticed Hercules standing on the stairs above them. "Don't get me wrong Eta, I love Greece. The country is beautiful and very welcoming. The only problem with it is the son of a bitch that represents it." Hercules didn't know when he'd moved but the next thing he knew; he had the boy by the upper arm and was dragging him up the stairs. He threw the child across his room before shutting and locking the door. Slowly advancing on the trembling child, he felt a cruel smirk lift at the corners of his mouth. He no longer saw Arkady, a small boy innocent of the anger that was directed at him, he only saw Sadik, now finally at his mercy. He slammed the boy into the wall, delighting in the cry of pain and the tears pricking at the corner of those forest green eyes. He noticed the double curl out of the corner of his eye. He grabbed it and felt his smirk widen as the boy shivered in unknown pleasure.

Arkady didn't know what this feeling was. His legs felt weak and his mind was hazy. He could feel his face heating up and some strange feeling in his lower regions. He glared at the Greek. Baba said that curl was only to be touched by someone he loved and he most certainly did not love the other. He was suddenly turned and shoved onto the bed. His shirt was ripped off and, no matter how he struggled; his pants and boxers soon joined it. Hercules grabbed a fistful of his silver hair and forced him up onto all fours. He could here Hercules struggling with something for a minute then he felt the searing pain as his tiny entrance was taken harshly. His tears flowed freely and he screamed and begged, nearly passing out from the agony. He could feel blood running down his thighs as Hercules thrusts became harsher. After what felt like an eternity, Hercules groaned and covered Arkady's abused insides in his release. The boy whimpered, the hot, white substance burned at his torn flesh and made its way down his thighs to mingle with the blood. A humiliated blush spread across his face and sobbed, so distraught he could barely breathe.

Hercules sighed in satisfaction. The hole had been so tight, so warm almost like a…virgin. He turned back to the sobbing mess to take it in fully for the first time since he had begun. Took in the form of a small little boy sobbing in pain at being taken so harshly, cradling what was likely a fractured wrist with a deep purple bruise forming on his arm. Blood and semen dripped down the quivering pale thighs and bright red marks covered his ass from where Hercules had smacked him. Unable to stand the heart wrenching sound, Hercules grabbed the boy's injured wrist and proceeded to drag him down to the basement, ignoring his cries of embarrassment at his state of undress. There was a large cell located in the back of the cold room. Inside was a single occupant, a man in his late thirties. He used to work with the staff but was accused of molesting them. Hercules had known him since he was a boy and was unable to turn him in.

"Here you go Theo, a new playmate and he's all ready for you." He tossed the child into the cell, paying no mind as he landed in an ungraceful heap and walked out. Arkady jumped to his feet, wide eyed with pupils the size of pinpricks in terror. He could just make out the silhouette of a huge frame before he ran to the door, clawing at the lock while sobbing hysterically. He could feel the man advancing on him and he realized far too late that he should have moved when he felt that hot breath on his neck. His hair was seized and he was dragged to the cot in the far corner where he got a rougher, longer repeat of his earlier punishment. It was sometime in the middle of the night that Ageta smuggled him back upstairs.

Arkady awoke to a world filled with nothing but pain. His ass hurt, his back hurt, his wrist hurt, his arms hurt, his fingers hurt from clawing to get away from the man in the cell and his head throbbed painfully from tears. He could feel Ageta petting his hair in comfort and he reached out blindly for the shirt he came to Greece in. Holding it to his face, he breathed deeply, trying to erase the stench from the basement, the sound of Hercules grunting above him and the feel of both their hands wandering his skin. It just wasn't fair! He didn't do anything! He screamed into his pillow so loud he didn't hear Hercules open the door.

"So he's still crying huh?" Ageta whirled around to face him, her face a mask of fury.

"Get out of here you monster!" The Greek just laughed.

"Oh come on! Sadik is probably teaching him this stuff anyway; the actual act must have been saved for the last lesson." He turned his attention to the terrified child. "How about it kid? Sadik teach you to belly dance yet? Or how about how to give head?" Ageta slapped him sharply. "What? He'll listen a lot better now." She nodded, smiling bitterly.

"Yeah, congratulations Hercules, you broke the spirit of an innocent child." Hercules scoffed.

"He's Turkey's son, so who cares?"

"Yes he's Turkey and Russia's son. Can you imagine what they're going to do when they find out? If you thought Sadik was bad when you disrespected him, what do you think he's going to do when he finds out you defiled his son? And you thought Sadik was scary angry, how are you going to fair against Ivan? There's a reason the Baltics are so terrified of him." The Greek froze. He remembered one time during a meeting Arkady had stolen Sadik's mask and placed it on his own face. Sadik had laughed and kissed the boy's nose before resuming his speech. He couldn't remember who but someone remarked that Arkady looked stupid. Sadik had stopped mid-sentence to scream at the country until they had fled the room. He remembered walking in on Lithuania being tortured for bumping into Arkady in the halls. He had walked into the room just as Lithuania lost control of his bladder. He remembered Toris's shamefaced look and Ivan's sadistic sneer. He knew that Lithuania had been let off easy because he had arrived. He didn't want to think about what Ivan would do to him and he hurriedly left the room. Unbeknownst to him had composed a letter explaining what happened and slipped it in with Arkday's to be delivered to the two nations at the soonest convenience.