The Dark Side in Him

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Britain slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a dank cell. He must've been drugged by America. The last thing he remembered seeing was America standing above him, cruel gaze assaulting his eyes. Why has he drugged me? With my people at stake, I wouldn't have resisted. He noticed that the only light there was, was a naked light bulb. He also saw a simple bed, toilet and sink. Not much. Ugh. My head hurts so much. Screw my head my entire body hurts. He suddenly had the sensation that he was chained. Indeed he was. His hands were chained above his head and he was standing up. How tiring. Footsteps started down the hall and Britain tensed, knowing it was America.

"Welcome to your new home." America exclaimed, throwing his arms in extravagance.

Britain remained silent, eyes trained defiantly to America's ice eyes. He wasn't broken yet. He can't break me. I am the United Kingdom and I have survived much worse than this.

"First order of business." America yelled, snapping his captive out of his thoughts. "I need to brand you as mine." He brandished a star shaped iron and started heating it with a burner in the corner. He happily hummed to himself, savoring the mesmerizing glow of the hot iron.

Britain watched his little brother heat up the brand. He just gazed at it with disinterest. Inside, however, he was trembling uncontrollably. He was scared of the searing pain that came with being burned. He felt his lower lip tremble. Dammit. No showing weakness, Britain. He can sense weakness.

"Now, Britain." America laughed. He brandished the iron and held it close to Britain's face.

The latter couldn't help but turn his head and squeeze his eyes shut. He could feel the heat and it scared him.

"Come now, Iggy. It'll only hurt a lot." America hissed. Not original. He thought. But appropriate. He pressed the iron on the side of Britain's neck and smiled gleefully when he heard a hiss from the nation.

It took all of Britain's willpower not to scream out. He let out a cry of pain then bit his lip to keep from doing it again.

America listened to the whimpers coming from Britain. It was like music to his ears. The sounds were caressing his ears. He could smell the burning flesh and he loved it. Once he was done, he removed the heated object and looked at the mark. A star was burned into the skin, a permanent reminder that Britain was controlled by America. "Well I'm done here." The violent one announced.

Britain slowly lifted his head and met America's eyes. "Y-you a-are a m-monster." He spat out the last word.

"Yes…" America almost whispered to himself, completely ignoring the Brit's insult. "I'll have to train you."

"Train me to do what?"

"Respect me. Do whatever I say. Maybe become my pet. That should be fun." He left the cell, not looking back and leaving Britain to his thoughts.

Sweden came to, pain assaulting his body. He awoke to someone screaming curses. "Wha-?" Was all he could say.

"Screw off Russia!" A voice sounded from the kitchen. "I've already had enough of this shit in World War 2!" There was a large crash and a gunshot.

F-Finland?! Sweden was horrified. Russia had gone after him. He struggled to get up but found he was tied to a chair that Russia had bolted to the floor for some odd reason. He jerked the rope but all he got was pain around the wrist. No.

Russia threw a plate at Finland, who, surprisingly, caught it and sent it back. Russia smashed it with his pipe and then viciously swung it to the little country's head.

Finland caught it and then used it to twist Russia's arm around his back. Then Finland proceeded to kick Russia in the back, sending the larger country to the floor. "I'm coming Su-San!" He shouted but Russia bashed his head with the pipe before the little one could reach his lover.

Sweden watched, horrified at the bloody scene unfolding in front of him. He wanted so desperately to help the poor Finn, but Russia really knew how to tie a good knot. He could only watch.

"You are fun, Finland. You are difficult to squash. Your Swedish pet over there was relatively easy."

Finland looked up weakly and spat blood. "He's not my pet." He cringed at the pain talking brought him. "Why are you doing this?" Finland inquired. "Why now?"

"My master told me to do this. He knows that you guys wish to take him over."

Finland looked horrified. So he found out. "But who-"

"America is my master. Until this war is done." Before Finland could respond, Russia knocked him out with a quick bang on the head.

Sweden felt tears fall slowly down his face when he saw the body of Finland. His wife. He didn't protect the one person in the world that made him happy. Finland. I hope you can forgive me. I promise to protect you from here on out. He looked up at Russia as the large nation approached him.

Russia placed his finger under Sweden's chin and lifted it up, forcing the Scandinavian to look at him. "How to do feel, Sweden? Looking at Finland on the ground, mine to do what I please with?"

"No." Sweden whispered. He didn't want it to be true. He didn't want Finland in the hands of that brute. There was only one thing he could do. "If I surrender completely, will you let Finland go?" He was so desperate, he was actually leaning towards Russia in an act of pleading.

Russia looked a bit thoughtful. "I do not think that America would like that. I cannot accept this offer. However, if you let America use you as he wishes, Finland may be spared from whatever is in store for him."

Sweden looked up and he was speechless.

"Good night." Russia put Sweden to sleep as well and then sat down between his two new captives. "I wonder… who should I capture next…" Russia thought hard. "I know. France should be the next to go. I would like to hear the Frenchman scream. I wonder if my master would agree." He suddenly felt his phone vibrate and looked at the caller ID. Master. "Hello Master." He answered it.

"Russia. Come back home. I forgot to give you a mark of ownership. Don't worry. It won't be permanent. Also, bring the nations you captured. I believe I have cells for them too. Understand?"

"Da, Master. I understand. I was able to get Sweden and Finland. I'm sorry if you wanted more. I'll be over soon." True to his word, Russia started the car and headed to the airport. He brought along his two countries to present to his master.

After Russia is marked, he'll go after France. To those who follow and have saved as favorites, I may take a break after uploading this chapter. I need more inspiration. But if you do like this one, I'll upload more. Just need to tell me. So this is FlamboyantLollipop. See ya. I'll also upload other stories and some from different anime.