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!
Yes, I know that translators suck. I don't know German besides the basic, "Ja," "Was," "Ich lieb dich," whatever.
But I have learned a couple things from reveiwers, so thanks. I'll be sure to use it. ^^
Aaaand I forgot to cut the last chapter. -
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England has been working for two days without food or water. Fuchs hasn't been needing his mouth, but he has notice Vilhelm gas been staring at him the most.
Today he was told to run, so he ran. He ran with many other prisoners. There were many Nazi soldiers watching and taking notes. Then they were standing in line. Some numbers were called, and many prisoners were told to follow a soldier.
Not him, though. He was told to get back to work, as well as a little less than half of the prisoners not following the soldier. He went back to making trenches for a few hours.
A chimney started smoking with dark smoke. Soon the whole camp was polluted in this foul-smelling smoke, making England pull his shirt up over his nose. A hand touched his shoulder, and he turned around, seeing Vilhelm.
"Follow me." England obeyed. He was hungry, so he didn't even think of hesistation. He followed until he was indoors. Vilhelm sat on his bed. "Come here." England obliged, walking until he was in front of the other man, never taking his gaze off of him.
Fuchs grabbed him by his ass, making England yelp in surprise. "You have a nice ass, haustier."* The man started groping the Britain roughly. "It's possible for guys to take the girl in the ass..."
"Wh-Why would you, if you have two more options..?"
"It's tighter."
"And dryer..."
"Are you trying to avoid a fucking? Why? Did you have sex with other prisoners to the point that it would be obvious?" He slipped his hands inside of England's pants to squeeze it naked. "You could get killed for that..."
"I didn't! I mean... I... I was... Raped..."
Vilhelm paused to think for a minute. "...Was?"*
"B-By another prisoner... Th-The day after I first got here..."
"... Did, uh... Did you get a good look at him?"
"He has brown eyes... Um... And he spoke Polish, I think..."
"A brown eyed Jew? Alright... Come up here, Julia." He hissed the name almost seductively. England pressed his face against Vilhelm's chest. "Your eyes are so beautiful, Julia..." He grabbed England's chin so he could look into those green eyes, which stared back at his blue ones.
"Blue eyes, and brown hair... That's kind of... Different..." England whispered, making Vilhelm chuckle.
"Really now?"
"I haven't seen very many people with that combination..."
"Shut up for a moment..." Vilhelm pushed England's face towards his and darted a tongue out inside of his mouth. England moaned, trying to adjust. He stayed quiet once he got his tongue wrapping around the other's.
He heard Vilhelm moan in his mouth, and felt his hand sliding more downward in his pants. England gasped, but the hand was pulled back right away the second his testicals were touched.
"Es tut mir leid!* I forgot for a second!"
"I-It's alright..." England tried pulling away, but the hold on him was strong.
"Not yet..." His grip on England became stronger. "You still have a job to do..."
England slid down until he was in between the other's legs, unzipping the Nazi's pants and pulling his length out. He rubbed it into hardness before taking it into his mouth.
"Julia!" Vilhelm moaned and reached down, hands searching for hair, before he remembered and pulled back. England continued, before Vilhelm's hips bucked up, catching him off-guard.
His head was being held again, forcing him to deep-throat the man while Vilhelm tried standing up to fuck his throat mercilessly. England struggled with his breathing. Even through his nose, it was hard.
His head was pulled so England was engulfing the member completely before the man above him moaned loudly. England took deep breaths when the other man pulled out. Fuchs opened bag of bread, taking a piece and throwing it on the floor.
England snatched it, but took his time eating it. Vilhelm laughed at how quickly the food was snatched off of the floor. "Aren't you lucky that I'm not homophobic, despite what I was taught in training?" England nodded softly. "Get up, I'll escort you back to your cell."
England stood up and followed Vilhelm. He took quick glances at every passing cell until he stopped in front of one, staring at the person held inside.
"Cecil!" England screamed.
"Was?" Vilhelm turned around.
"Arthur? Arthur! What are you doing in here?"
"I got myself caught to find you!" He was suddenly pulled away by his arm.
"What are you doing? Who are you talking to?" Fuchs looked inside of the cell.
"No! Let go of me! Cecil!" Vilhelm pulled him further away. "Cecil!" He was pushed into his cell.
"Was zur Hölle...* What were you thinking!" Vilhelm asked England in a whisper. He was pushed against the wall. Vilhelm stepped back a couple steps before kicking England on the back of his knees, making the British man fall onto them.
His back was kicked and stomped on multiple times before Vilhelm got tired and stopped. England was curled up into himself to protect vital organs. He was pulled up by the back off his collar.
"You are lucky that you're strong enough not to die for your stupid disobediance... You can still be very useful for us. Next time though, I'll use something more painful than boots." Vilhelm hissed in England's ear.
He pushed England to the wall before leaving the cell and locking the door. He went back to the cell England was yelling at before, searching the inside of it, but not seeing anyone, or thing, for that matter.
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Dun dun DUN DUUUN! XD
I just ruined the suspense. X3
Translations...?*
"Haustier" - "Pet"
"Was" - "What"
"Es tut mir leid" - "I'm sorry"
"Was zur Hölle" - "What the Hell"