Shinigami-cat: *laughing like a crazy person* Time for my rape chapter.

slasher360: Why do you have to write a rape chapter?

Shinigami-cat: Two reasons slasher: I already put a warning in that there would be yaoi and secondly I thought it was heading in that general direction.

slasher360: *face palm* You are sick.

Shinigami-cat: *pouting* If you don't like it go take the Hetalia characters to Bondi for a beach holiday. Meanwhile Italy will be forced to become one with mother Russia.

Russia: Italy becomes one with mother Russia, da?

Shinigami-cat: That is correct Russia! Well technically I should call this my Kill and Rape chapter, because someone else dies. Guess who it is and Italy will send you pasta! Now sit back, relax make some popcorn or something and read on. Remember this is my first time writing this particular thing so please be nice to me… I DON'T OWN HITALIA.

The only house in Endsvill

Feliciano was trying desperately to get out of Ivan's Iron grip but it was no use he was too strong. Ivan was carryinghim bridal style up the creaking stairs into the bedroom. He placed the trembling man on the bed. Feliciano curled up into a ball, hands over his face. This isn't happening. He thought. I'll wake up any second and Ludwig will be sleeping next to me and I'll be safe.

He felt something tug at his legs and roll him on to his back. He felt the crushing weight of Ivan on top of him. He was still trembling. No no no, wake up, wake up, wake up. Ivan pulled Feliciano's hands above his head. Feli shut his eyes and turned his head away. He could feel Ivan gently nipping his neck with painful love bites. Every time he planted one on Feli he tried to move away.

Eventually Ivan stopped and ripped of Feliciano's shirt and continued to assault his body with painful bites and harsh deep scratches. Feliciano began to whimper and gasp. He didn't want to scream. He knew it would only encourage him. Ivan stopped and sighed. Feli prayed that it was over but as soon as he felt Ivan pull off his pants he knew that Ivan was just getting started.

"So you aren't going to scream?" Asked Ivan. "You screamed beautifully last time." He bent down and bit down hard on Feliciano's cock near the head. Feli wasn't sure if the skin was broken but it sure felt like it. "Aaagh" He cried out in pain. Ivan bit down harder. "Stop it!" Screamed Feli. "It hurts!"

"It's meant to hurt, da." Said Ivan. "If it didn't hurt there would be no point." He bit down again. Feliciano's screams echoed around the bed room. "That's more like it."

Hot tears rolled down Feliciano's face. Why can't I wake up? I don't want to be here. I want to be with Lud- He was snapped out of his thoughts when he was flipped onto his stomach and cold metal touched his wrists. Hand cuffs. Where the hell did he get hand cuffs from? Ivan dug his nails into Feli and ran them down the length of his back. Feli screamed again. He repeated this until Feli's back had turned horrible shades of pink and red.

Feli buried his face into the pillows. Trying his best not to scream. Ivan brushed the hair out of Feli's face and smiled. Feli was almost totally broken. He whispered lovingly into Feli's ear. "You've held out longer than I thought you would… but I'm not done with you yet. You haven't screamed enough." He could see tears starting to roll back down Feli's face. This just made him giggle. He jumped off Feli and looked under the bed. There was the one thing he was looking for. A steel pipe.

Feli trembled. He didn't know why Ivan had gotten off him but he knew it wasn't going to end well for him. He shivered when Ivan started to stroke his hip. Suddenly something very hard and very cold was jammed into his entrance. Feli screamed and instinctively whipped his head around. What he saw sent shock waves through his entire body. Ivan was thrusting a pipe into Feli at a rather rapid pace. Where the hell did he get the pipe? Feli started screaming again. He could feel himself getting ripped in half. He could also feel the blood starting to ooze out of him.

Eventually Ivan got board of fucking Feli with the pipe and replaced it with his own member. This made Feli scream even louder. Ivan was much larger than the pipe. Ivan grabbed Feliciano's hips and started to thrust in and out of him at an erratic pace, causing Feli to scream and beg in vain for him to stop. "Kolkolkolkolkolkolkol" was the only response Feli got to his pleads. Eventually Ivan had reached his climax. He slowly pulled out of Feli and watched as blood and cum leaked out of the trembling man.

Please let it be over. Feli screamed in his mind. No more please. And Ivan would have been finished with him if it wasn't for an idea that had just popped into the sick Russians mind. Feli could feel something cold and sharp press into his back. "Now don't move, da" Warned Ivan. "If you make me screw this up I'll have to scribble over it and start again."

Ludwig's house, very late at night, or very early in the morning

Feliciano's eyes snapped open. His whole body was trembling. He reached over to hold onto Ludwig, but he wasn't there. "LUDWIG!" Shrieked Feli.

He could hear lots of German swears coming from the floor. "Why did you punch me in the eye?" He asked Feli.

Feliciano gasped. He didn't mean to hit him in his sleep. What if he gave him a black eye? "I'm so sorry Ludwig I didn't mean to Aaagh!" Feli's whole body hurt like crazy. Especially the area around his pelvis. He assumed he must have twisted something while he was sleeping.

"Feli are you okay?" Asked Ludwig. "I'm going to turn on the lights."

CLICK.

Feliciano looked up at Ludwig. His eyes trying to adjust to the sudden light. He could see Ludwig was holding a hand over his right eye and he was looking at Feli in absolute terror and disbelief. "Oh mein Gott… What the hell happened to you?" He asked. "Where did all that blood come from?"

Feli looked down at the bed sheets and began to scream. They were covered in blood… Feliciano's blood. Feli threw off the covers and looked at his body. The sight even made Ludwig gasp. Bites, bruises, scratched, hickies and blood covered him from neck to just above his knees. Feli jumped up out of bed but immediately collapsed under his own weight. He began to quietly sob.

Ludwig cautiously moved over to Feliciano and sat down next to him. He patted Feli on the head. "What happened?" Feliciano shook his head and looked away from Ludwig. "Feli. Please tell me."

Feli looked up at Ludwig. Tears were still streaming down his face. "…my back" He whispered. "He wrote something on my back." He turned his back towards Ludwig. "What does it say?"

Ludwig gulped. "Are you sure Feliciano?" Feli nodded. "Okay… It says; I will not say Ivan Berginski isn't real. It just repeats that five more times."

Feli started cry again. "Why did he do this to me?" He cried. "What did I do to him?"

Ludwig held Feliciano close to him. "So Ivan is real." He said. "Did he torture you?"

Feli shook his head and whispered. "He raped me."

Ludwig tightened his grip around Feli. "…Let's get you cleaned up."

Ludwig picked up Feli and carried him to the bathroom. He sat Feli on the toilet while he turned on the water. While he was adjusting the temperature he would glance over at Feli. He was completely broken; his eyes were dead, his body was limp and was shacking uncontrollably. Ludwig reached over to put Feli in the bath, but as soon as he touched him Feli moved away. "Feli…" He said. "It's me Ludwig. I won't hurt you."

Feli looked into Ludwig's eyes and relaxed a little. Ludwig picked him up and put him in the bath. He gently rubbed a dampened wash cloth over Feli's wounds. To his horror (or relief he hadn't quite decided which it was yet) the cuts and bruises seemed to dissolve on contact with the water. By the time Ludwig was done Feliciano didn't even have a scar on his entire body, but Ludwig could still see in his eyes that he looked like he had been raped. "What the hell is going on?" Asked Ludwig.

"I don't know." Said Feli. "I just want it to stop."

In the City, Main street 3p.m. the next day

Francis Bonnefoy was a whore, and a damn good one at that. If you looked in any magazine or newspaper you would have probably seen him. He is the one hanging around those big shot A list celebrities, sport stars and occasionally CEOs if they were hot enough or had a large enough wallet to compensate for ugliness.

Today he was on his way to meet up with Arthur Kirkland. One of his newest and hottest clients to date. Short blond hair, a cute British accent and emerald green eyes to die for. Arthur was the CEO of company that made god knows what and was extremely, fabulously wealthy. Which made him all the more attractive (well that and Francis thought he was really good in bed XD).

When he got to Arthur's apartment he was surprised to find that the door was already unlocked but he shrugged it off and went inside. "Mon amour? I'm here. You said you wanted to talk to me about something?"

He walked up the corridor… then stopped. He could smell something in the air. It was faint but still there. He followed the smell into the lounge room stopped dead. His breath quickened and he felt like his heart was going to get ripped out of his chest. He saw everything there. He only looked at it for no more than a second but he could remember everything down to the last detail.

Two bottles of beer were on the coffee table, one empty, one half full. His knitting needles spread over the surface of the table and then Arthur… Oh god Arthur… he was tied to one of the lounge room chairs. He was naked. There was a red hole where the killer had cut off his dick and stuffed it in his mouth. There was plenty of room for it too, because the killer had cut out Arthur's tongue and tacked it to the wall using a knitting needle. Blood was still dripping down the wall. The killer had also hammered a newspaper article onto Arthur's chest. Francis recognised the photo of Feliciano and Ludwig. He remembered how pissed Arthur was after reading it. He had chucked a batch of scones into the fire. Jésus-Christ. Said a distant part of the French man. This is just like an Ivan Braginski novel… It's like something Jawbraker would do.

A soft thump made him turn around. Standing behind was Ivan Braginski. He was still holding the razor he used to kill Arthur. "What might a pretty thing like you be doing in a place like this, da?" Ivan asked.

For the first time in his life, Francis Bonnefoy fainted.

After what seemed like hours Francis woke up. He was alone in the apartment. He crawled over to the door and locked it. Okay he locked himself in with a corps but considering what might have happened to him he was relatively happy about the situation. He leaned against a wall and grabbed his phone. He quickly phoned the police.

"Like this is 911. So what's your emergency?"

Francis took a deep breath. "I would like to report a murder."

Shinigami-cat: *Caramell dancen* So what did you think. I think I did really well =3

Russia: France didn't become one with mother Russia?

Shinigami-cat: I thought you had enough fun with Italy… plus you got to kill England. So sorry to all you England fans out there. DON'T HATE ME!

Russia: Didn't you say to Chrissie Guenever that you would do some England X France?

Shinigami-cat: I changed my mind at the last second! I thought it would work better this way D=

Russia: Who dies next, da?

Shinigami-cat: Ha, ha I'm so evil I'm going to let the readers guess! So to all you out there I want you to give me a country, room and a weapon for Russia to kill them for example: America in the kitchen with the watermelon. Sounds simple? Good! Please read, review and except my challenge =3