Once outside of the building, they walked out to a large black car. Lithuania was standing next to it, a cigarette stub between his lips. When he caught sight of Russia, he hurriedly dropped the cigarette and crushed it beneath his foot. His eyes then moved to Prussia and a shadow crossed over his face. As they got closer, the Baltic man took a small step back. But, he stopped as soon as he realized that the situation wasn't going to mysteriously disappear.

When they got even closer, Russia walked over to Lithuania and simply said, "Handcuffs." The brunette mutely pulled a pair out of his jacket pocket and handed them to Russia. The Russian smiled as he took them and turned back to Prussia, "These are for you, Gil. Come over here and turn around." He cast a grimace in Russia's direction, but obeyed all the same. Now that he officially was under Soviet control, fighting over every little command seemed like a terrible idea.

He stopped right in front of Russia and turned. The other then reached out and attached the handcuffs to both of the albino's wrists. Prussia looked over his shoulder into the other's violet eyes, trying to read the expression. There was a cunning glee behind the eyes, which made the albino wonder what was about to happen that could provide so much joy. The metal tighten around his wrists, chilling the skin. Russia looked back up into the albino's face and smiled, "Enjoying the view?"

Prussia quickly shook his head and attempted to take a step forward. But, he couldn't get far because Russia's hands were still firmly on the handcuffs around his wrist. A single tug was enough to bring him back to where he was and another brought him against Russia's chest. Russia placed a light peck on the albino's neck. He then ran his hand down over Prussia's thigh. Russia then said, his eyes taking in Prussia's expression hungrily, "Are they tight enough?" He was referring to the handcuffs, but it took a second for the albino to realize that.

The cuffs were tight against his skin, but not uncomfortable. He couldn't have slipped these off without injuring himself. He responded honestly, "Yes." Russia smirked and tightened the handcuffs another click. Prussia gasped; the handcuffs were painfully tight now. The action was explained when Russia said, "We both know you're a liar." Without even glancing away, he added, "Stop staring, Toris. What I do to him is not of concern to you."

Out of the corner of his eye, Prussia saw Lithuania hurriedly duck inside the car. He couldn't help but be impressed by the absolute control this obedience showed. But, he had himself to focus on, and he could feel that his back was pressed flat against the other's chest. Russia then turned his commands to the albino, "You need to get in the car as well. Either you do it willingly or I make you." Again, it seemed unwise to resist on such a simple order. He climbed through the already open door into the back seat. He got to the far side and glanced over and saw Russia climbing in after him. Once inside, the Russian pulled the door closed. The ominous sound of the door closing jump-started Prussia's heart. It was as though he had suddenly realized how real this was. He was trapped. But, outwardly he couldn't show that realization.

The car roared to life. Prussia spoke, deciding to challenge Russia's dominance, "Tell me, Ivan, how does it feel to be thwarted?" He ignored the sense of foreboding he had felt from the Russian's expressions during the sentencing. But, the feeling came rushing back when the other started to laugh.
The violet gaze turned directly to him, "Why should I feel thwarted when I got exactly what I wanted?"

The verbal conformation of what Prussia had been suspecting sent a cold jolt down his spine. He should have seen it, the blatant threats, the subtle hints, and that smug expression Russia had been wearing all the way to Potsdam. The albino gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you manipulate me like that?"
Again, Russia let out a cruel childish chuckle, "Because, Gil-" He spoke the shortened name with an edge in his voice that was unnerving, "since you tried to kill me, I have decided to take what I want. And I have always wanted you."

Without any warning, he lunged across the entire length of the seat. Both of his hands went to the albino's face, the palms pressed firmly against the white skin. Before Prussia could comprehend what was happening, Russia slammed their lips together. The kiss was hard and frighteningly passionate. Russia's lips moved with a graceless frenzy. Prussia attempted to resist, but he could feel himself slowly acquiescing to the kiss. In a desperate attempt to stop this moment, he bit down on the other's lip. Russia, in retaliation bit down on the albino's lower lip much harder than Prussia had bit him. The taste of blood flooded his mouth. The albino recoiled as far as he could. The pain in his lip was throbbing and the iron-salt taste was overwhelming his tongue. He felt a drop of blood from his lip roll down his chin.

Russia smirked and then moved his hands to the other's shoulders and pushed. Prussia's back hit the seat and he was suddenly looking up at Russia, who was towering over him like a giant, a smile painted across his face. He seemed to be enjoying having complete dominance. He leaned forward and said, "Make your choices more carefully, or I will spill far more of your blood."

Prussia immediately spat back, "Do you think I will submit to your perversions?" He should have expected the slap, but it surprised him when the pain singed across his cheek. The albino's neck snapped to the side, his gaze forcefully turned away from Russia.
The other's voice filled his ears, "You shouldn't object. I heard about the sick things you did with Austria's body during the war, what you let him do with yours. I deserve my share, don't you think?"

Russia's hands traveled with cool assertiveness over Prussia's thighs and then his chest. Prussia fixed his eyes on the other's face, attempting to distract himself from the hands freely roaming his body. The expression on Russia's face was a mix of focus and deeper fascination. His hands continued to move. They came to rest on the collar of the albino's uniform. A cruel smirk curled across the Russian's face as he said, "You've always been selfish, but now I'm going to teach you to satisfy my desires. I'm going to make you submit."

With a single motion, he tore open the front of the uniform. The metal buttons sprayed across the back seat, breaking off of the uniform and flying in every direction. Only the thin white fabric of the undershirt now was the only thing separating them. Russia then turned his strength to the flimsy barrier. The undershirt tore like paper beneath his strong hands. Prussia was breathing through his teeth, attempting to hold back the spiteful words he wanted to spew out. That would only make the situation worse. His pride was screaming at him to stop this only becoming more painfully attractive as he became more domineering. But, there was nothing he could do to change the situation but stop himself from saying anything stupid.

The Russian ran his hands over the newly exposed chest. His touch was surprisingly soft, even tender. But, the words that came next revealed the intentions, "You have such pretty white skin, Gil. I thought you would have more scars. I will have to give you some as reminders of who you belong to." The masochistic desires running in circles around Prussia's head all seemed to merge into one. Being marked permanently as a sign of ownership sounded so appealing, and yet so wrong. But, he couldn't let Russia know that. The other, completely oblivious to Prussia's internal wrestling, leaned forward and ran his tongue along the albino's collarbone. The touch was warm, but the trail of moisture it left chilled in the air. A shiver ran over Prussia's skin, goose bumps erupted over his skin.

The reaction did not go unnoticed. Russia whispered in the other's ear, "Oh, are you cold? The cold is part of me. You'll get used to it eventually." He paused before adding; "Maybe even learn to crave it with time." His hands roamed openly across the exposed white chest, getting more aggressive.
Prussia lost his ability to stay completely mute and spat back, "Fuck you!"

He got a laugh in response. Russia put his finger gently to the albino's lips, immediately silencing the man. He smiled in a way that was almost mockingly sweet, "Not a word from you. I only want you to make noise for me when I make you." He then returned his mouth to the task of traveling the length of the white collarbone; finally his cold, soft lips touched the hollow where the shoulder met the neck. With deliberate slowness, Russia started to suck on the skin, moving his tongue languidly over the surface. Prussia tried to hold back the noises of pleasure that bubbled up in his throat. The slow erotic touch was making him remember all of his half-baked fantasies, his daydreams. Everything that he had repressed because of the stigma of the Soviet Union came surging to the surface.

A tiny moan escaped Prussia's lips, and it was enough to trigger an escalation. The Russian's teeth sunk into the flesh of Prussia's neck. It hurt in the sweetest possible way, the kind of pain that only a masochist could long for. The albino's hands curled into tight fists as he attempted to repress what he was feeling, he could feel his nails digging into the flesh of his palms. The masochistic kick only got more intense as the pain intensified. His lips slipped open and a breathy moan shook through his frame. Russia released him long enough to speak tauntingly, "I thought you, of all people, wouldn't give in so easily. I've barely started."

Prussia attempted to buck his hips, the only real move he could make to get out. But all it resulted in was Russia falling forward and effectively closing the gap between them. He smirked and put one hand to Prussia's face, "Oh, Gil, if you wanted to be closer you just needed to say so." He closed the distance between them and licked up the trail of blood down Prussia's chin, ending in his lips. Their lips connected again with violent passion. Russia's touch had only gotten hungrier. His lips pried open Prussia's, although the albino was not resisting as strongly as he thought he was. As Russia's tongue invaded his mouth, Prussia couldn't bring himself to bite down again. However, it wasn't because he feared more retribution. The bite had actually been thrilling and the remaining throbbing was not unpleasant.

Slowly, Russia pulled back, sucking on the injured lip as he did so. His violet gaze had not lessened in intensity, but it had softened. Prussia realized that he was submitting, and he didn't want it to become obvious. He grimaced and attempted to wriggle his way out of the Russian's grasp. This was exactly the wrong move. Russia then grabbed a handful of white hair and jerked Prussia's head back. The strain was painful on the neck. Russia hissed, "Don't try to get out of this. I won't be denied what I am entitled to." He continued in Prussia's ear, "I gave so much for your war. My people, my land. All I want for recompense is to be able to defile your body." Prussia felt the other's hands move once again over his chest as he heard, "Your beautiful, noble body. Why shouldn't it be mine to use?" Russia's eyes were now alight with manic fire, his breaths coming hot and heavy.

Prussia growled back, lying to hide how aroused he was really feeling, "I don't owe you anything! You're a communist and a Slav, everything about you is detestable." He knew the words would anger Russia, but that was exactly what he wanted. Deep inside, his mind was reeling. The repeating, caustic thought whispered to him how good it would feel to just let Russia pound into him, deep and rough with no preparation at all. Painful and passionate.

He expected his comment to earn him another slap, but instead Russia slowly leaned back, smiled, and said, "Well, then I will take great pleasure in making you one of those things." His hands trailed down Prussia's sides, languidly taking in the smooth flesh. He licked his lips and continued talking, "Making you what I am." Prussia felt a shiver of excitement pass over his skin, which was strange considering how hot it was in the cramped back seat. The masochistic fantasies were taking over, and Prussia couldn't stop them. It only intensified when Russia unbuttoned the albino's pants. The Russian was still talking, still gloating, "And you will beg for it before this is all over."

The only response Prussia could come up with was, "Never."
The other laughed, "Really, Gil?" One of his hands slipped into the newly unbuttoned pants, and his touch was aggressive. The albino felt himself arch as a wave of pleasure hit him. He didn't want to be reacting, but he couldn't help himself. Not yet satisfied, Russia leaned down and put his lips to Prussia's nipple. He didn't bother to even start gently, immediately he was using his teeth against the sensitive skin. Another unbidden breathy moan escaped Prussia's parted lips. If he had been thinking rationally, he would have regretted the noise, but he wasn't thinking. The overwhelming sensation stretched on for an eternity. Prussia wished he could forget who was doing this to him, but it was in the forefront of his mind that it was Russia's deft hand stroking him so roughly. After the first sound, groans and whimpers sounded freely.

Prussia was finally broken out of his revelry by Russia pulling away. He was strong enough to not immediately ask for Russia to continue. As his head cleared, Prussia realized that the car had stopped moving. They must have reached their destination, wherever that was. Russia smiled slightly and said, "You look disappointed. Did I excite you?"

Prussia took a deep breath in through his nose to steady himself before responding, "That was nothing."
He sounded convincing, but Russia only moved closer and said, "You're absolutely right. That was nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you." With that ominous message and a smile, Russia opened the door of the car and disappeared.

Prussia, now left on his own, felt the weight of what he had just done crashing down on him. He had lost control and let out his depraved desires. In the solitude, he breathed heavily. He could still feel Russia's hands on him, could still feel the ghost of lips against his nipple. But he exhaled slowly, trying to regain his discipline. He closed his eyes and continued to breath deeply, choosing to be calm. He need only remind himself of what he did this for. Germany was safe, and that was all that mattered. Prussia slowly reopened his eyes to the monotonous sight of the dark roof of the car. He told himself that this was going to be the last time he let Russia get the better of him, and he actually wished he could believe it.

The door by his head opened. Prussia saw a blur of movement and felt a cloth pressed to his face. The searing smell of chloroform filled his nose and mouth. His vision blurred. Prussia made a half-hearted attempt to fight back. But, within minutes his consciousness was completely extinguished.


A/N:Welcome to the rewrite of the best scene of "Break Me". This was very difficult for me, because where the other scenes in the original had very obvious flaws, this one did not. But I hope I made a more exciting, sexy version of it.
Anyway, please comment!