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Warning: PSYCHOLOGICAL ABUSE! SEXUAL ABUSE! SUICIDE! IMPERMANENT CHARACTER DEATH! Yaoi. AND YANDERE!CANADA! ALSO THERE WILL BE ACTUAL RAPE IN THIS CHAPTER! I SHALL PLACE A WARNING FOR THOSE THAT HATE RAPE LIKE ME! FOR THE REST OF YOU FREAKS ENJOY!
Chapter Seven: Back Into Hell
America stared up at Canada fearfully and Russia glared at Canada silently, daring him to pull the trigger.
"Wait! Please! Please Mattie don't kill him!" America begged gaining Canada's attention. "I'll go back home with you, just please! Please don't hurt him..."
"Why shouldn't I kill him? He stole you from me!" Canada accused even as Russia's arms held America closer.
"You do not need to go with monster that pretends to love you comrade." Russia assured America. America looked up at Russia with a thankful but bittersweet smile.
"I'm not the monster here asshole! He's mine and I love him more than you ever could!" Canada snarled. America flinched at the harshness in Canada's voice.
"Thank you for everything Ivan." America whispered to the Russian before standing and walking over to Canada. Russia grabbed America and tried to pull him back but, despite America's fragile mind, he was not fragile in strength and the American easily broke free. America kept his head down as Canada grabbed him and pulled him into a tight, harsh hold.
"We're going home and you're not allowed to leave the house ever again, do you understand me?" Canada snarled quietly in America's ear so that only he could hear. America swallowed the thick, painful lump that formed in his throat, fighting back tears. Canada raised his arm, aiming to shoot Russia and America moved quickly, grabbing his arm and forcing the gun to point toward the ceiling.
"No! Please Mattie don't! If you shoot him...If you shoot him, I'll leave you!" America shouted hoarsely, his voice trembling with the familiar fear that came with defying Canada. Canada stared at him in disbelief for a moment.
"Y-you would leave me? For him? !" Canada demanded, grabbing America's arms in a harsh bruising clutch and America winced in pain. America trembled, tears falling thick and hot from his burning eyes.
"I-I'm just so tired of fighting, please...No more violence..." America pleaded with him, wrapping his arms around Canada's waist and kissing his cheek. "Please Mattie, I just want to go home. I-I'll make your favorite and we can spend all night and tomorrow together." America tempted, kissing his cheek again, his voice soft and pleading. Canada sighed and put the gun back under his coat, wrapping his arms around America and nuzzling his neck.
"You're lucky I love you so much." Canada told him. "Let's get going."
"Amerika! You don't have to go." Russia shouted out in one last attempt to save the person that was quickly becoming his only friend. America turned only slightly and gave Russia a soft grateful smile.
"I'll be fine Russia. I promise..." America told him, before he turned back around he mouthed the words 'thank you' so that Canada would not see or hear. In that moment Russia had never been more furious with anyone in his entire existence. Some how he would find a way to make Canada pay for all the pain he had caused, for all the sorrow and self-hate he had put in those beautiful strong blue eyes, of this Russia vowed. Canada paused a moment to glare at Russia over America's shoulder and pull him closer as they left.
Canada pinned America to the wall, a look of dark fury on his face.
"After all that I do for you, how much I love you, you run off with fucking Russia of all people?" Canada demanded, his grip hard and bruising.
"I-I didn't!" America sobbed out. "I just woke up in his house! H-he said that you gave me to him because you didn't love me anymore and you didn't want to see me anymore!" America defended himself hoping that Canada believed him. Canada growled for a moment before letting out a put-upon sigh.
"Didn't I tell you not to believe anyone but me? I'm the only one that's ever honest with you! You're so stupid, how could you believe that damn Ruski?" Canada snapped at him. "You're not allowed to leave this house ever again. I fucking mean it Alfred. I don't want to hurt you, so don't make me."
America trembled in his hold, tears still streaming heavily down his face. Canada sighed and kissed America's cheek. America had to force himself not to turn away and try to avoid the gesture.
"I told you, you're not allowed to leave me ever. I'm the only one that loves you. I love you so much, you can't leave me." Canada told him, holding him close to his own body.
Raep Begins Now
He felt his body stir at the familiar feeling of his beloved America being held close again and grinned. Alfred had spent so long in that monster's clutches and Canada needed to make sure his sweet America knew who he truly belonged with. The bedroom was too far away, and besides, Alfred needed a little punishment for allowing this to happen. He shifted his grip so that the slightly smaller nation was pressed even closer and could feel his hardening length and began to nibble along the gentle skin, uncaring if he bruised the pale flesh. It just meant that others would see and know Alfred could never be theirs.
He had stopped carrying lube around when his poor brother had been hospitalized, but with him so close, Canada couldn't bear to part with him to go to the room to retrieve some. Instead, he groped along the counter until he reached the olive oil and dragged it over as he began unbuckling America's pants and yanking them down. He ignored the sound of fabric ripping and the stifled protests of his misguided lover.
"Turn around and brace yourself," he demanded, watching smugly as he was obeyed. He groped the perfect pert globes before slicking his fingers and beginning to stretch Alfred open. This wasn't a punishment though. This was them making up. America had been wrong to not come straight home and he was the benevolent lover who would show him how to be perfect and love him despite all his horrible faults.
The stretching was slow and languid, but once he withdrew his fingers and replaced it with his hard length, the pace was frantic and hard. Canada knew he wouldn't last long after such a dry spell, but it didn't matter. He was happy to have his beloved back. It took only a few thrusts before he filled his Alfie full with his seed and withdrew, sighing in contentment as he leaned against Alfred's back and just basked in the knowledge that America could never leave him. They loved each other. It didn't matter that Alfred had barely gotten half-hard; He was the one who had been wrong, so he needed a little bit of punishment for scaring Canada so bad and disappearing for so long. Maybe if he would ask nicely, Canada could give him a hand with taking care of it.
"If you apologize I'll give you a hand with that." Canada whispered heatedly into America's ear. America whimpered helplessly against Canada as the larger nation's hands slid around his waist touching his half hard cock and stroking it to full hardness.
"Please...Mattie, I'm so sorry please." America begged tears falling as his face burned with humiliation. Canada smirked kissing the back of America's neck and biting down leaving dark marks. "Please, I'm so sorry."
Canada began to stoke America's cock faster, just as America was about to orgasm Canada squeezed his cock preventing his orgasm.
"Ahn, no please Mattie please let me c-cum." America pleaded desperately. Canada smirked darkly.
"Promise you'll never do this again. You can't leave me ever. You belong to me, you know that. Tell me who you belong to." Canada ordered his hold becoming slightly painful.
"You! I-I belong to you Canada!" America sobbed out.
"Good boy. I love you so much America. I don't mean to hurt you, this is just for your own good." Canada told him stroking America quickly to completion. America came with a loud cry his seed spilling over Canada's hands and against the counter cabinets. Canada let him go with a disgusted noise. "You've made a mess everywhere again. Clean that up." Canada ordered leaving America alone to collapse on the floor with heart-wrenching sobs.
End raep
America sat in the cold spray of the shower his whole body numb. America never thought he would be back in here again, yet there he was trying to wash away filth that would never leave him, trying to get rid of phantom touches and pain that would never disappear.
America was not as stupid as Canada would have him believe. He knew that he was broken; he knew that he was close to shattering completely. He also knew that he could no longer live like this. However, while his mind knew that he could not, his heart was shredded, confused, and reluctant. He knew in the depths of his soul that he needed to leave. This was not how he imagined his life with Canada would be and he could no longer wait for a dream that would never be real. It was time he went home. To his own nation. He needed to be with his own people, he would not wait anymore.
America stood in the shower and turned off the water. He saw that his hands were shaking and he grabbed his arms, holding himself in a pitiful attempt at comforting himself. America took a deep breath and got out of the tub; he dried himself off with a towel and got dressed in warm comfortable pajamas as he contemplated how to sneak across the border without Canada's notice.
America slowly made his way to their shared bedroom and hesitated just before opening the door. He saw that Canada was already asleep and breathed a little in relief as he made his way to bed crawling in beside his lover.
TBC...
Yami Ryo: Special thanks to akuoni who beta'd this and inspired it. Because I couldn't bare to write my America being raped Aku wrote that part for me.
