A/N: I don't own Hetalia. Anything written doesn't mean it is an expression of the authors views or ideals. Now answering my reviews! Thank you so much! Guest~ I got all three of your reviews! LOL O-o' Not doing your homework? I know that feeling all too well. I'd rather watch Legend of The Seeker or Supernatural than do homework. Thank you so much for your encouragement and kind words! (Of course to anyone outside our conversation might think we're crazy and sadistic.) I also hope this chapter will meet your expectations! CobraQueen35~ America has grown more in this chapter and how much shall be answered soon. Thank you awesome people for reading and reviewing. It let's me know how I'm doing. :) Onward my fellow Hetalians!

Warning: Historical Innaccuracy, Child Abuse, Child Molestation, Non-Con, Abuse, Reader discretion is advised.

Chapter 11- *Such a Shame- with Russia* -Normal P.O.V.

Gasping and panting could be heard behind a certain door. It happened to be the same room used to torture Latvia among others. And it also had other... uses. From the small amount of space between the door and the wooden floor you could see a small amount of light. Letting you know there was someone or somebodies inside. The shadows shown can attest to that plus the movement, but... That sound mainly.

"A-Ah~ M-Master Ivan!" Alfred holding with all his might to hold in his pleasured tone, but not succeeding.

Ivan grunted a bit dissapointed his Alfred couldn't hold out much longer. Looking over his 'tools' and collection debating on which to use on the boy next. Alfred had grown quite a bit over the past few years... and not just to the seductive feel of a whip. Way past the kid phase and more into the age of a 13 year old. He has started to develope a nice tone of muscle and going through the motions of puberty beautifully. From America's rapid growth, it showed that his men and the Americans grew together splendidly. The arch of his back and the curve of his stomach glowing with sweat while being chained to the wall made the boy look so delectable. Covering his lower half with a white undergarment that would soon be stained...

Ivan licked his lips. 'Perhaps it's now time...' Ivan mused as he looked at his table.

Ah! Finding just what he was looking for. It was a "brace" that would make Alfred keep his front arms to his sides and behind him. Not too tight to hurt, just to be still, as he would lower those chains, and the boy would have his hands free. While doing so he decided to talk to his darling toy who was shivering with need of his command. "So, My Fredka.~ Have you any thoughts of being independent?" He removed the metal cuffs from his colony.

The boys eyes widened in surprise. 'Independent?' Alfred pondered with a tear threatening to come out. 'Does that mean he doesn't want me anymore? NO!' "No! Never! I love Master Ivan too much." He smiled trying to charm his master to change the subject. He really so loved him. He saved and raised him! Ivan was his God. Showing his submission, he allowed himself to be lowered to the floor, loving the way his Masters cool leather gloves touched his heated skin. Quivering in anticipation.

Ivan smirked, "Ah~ But, America you'll have to be on your own eventually. I can't be around forever to protect you... But, don't worry you're not going to be completely independent just yet." Sliding his hands along his colony's body putting him in the brace without much trouble. But, it was missing something... Ah Yes! A collar! He quickly placed a leather collar with silver spikes along that delish neck and connecting it to a leash. He brightened at the sight before him.

Alfred whimpered in need. Being old enough to know about sex during his schooling with the baltics, he wanted so much for his Master to just take him already! Sure, in a way he didn't know if it was different for a country personification than what he learned how normal humans did it. "Master.~" He whined out hoping he would get the message!

Ivan then in impatience ripped off the underwear, just like he would rip away America's innocence. He had waited years for this. Noticing how hard his colony was. His penis size for his age was impressive and pink with the blood rushing through the muscles with precum coming out of the tip. The boy even had the nerve to blush even though he has been seen naked by him plenty of times. 'Still so cute my little Fredka.~' Taking a moment to kiss his pets lips. Alfred squealed in delight recieving attention responding by licking and nibbling on his masters lower lip. Ivan broke away to unbuckle his pants and brought out his cock half hard. Ivan was a tad tired from all the work he put into this he slapped Americas ass causing him to squeak.

"Make it wet, Bitch." Demanding him by pulling on his leash. Alfred used his upper body strength to upright himself and leaned into his masters thigh to balance. His Masters huge cock stunned him. He was more huge than what the boy imagined. Taking the first shy lick teasing his master and taking the tip into his mouth sucking. Ivan groaned at that hot moist mouth taking him in finally getting some relief. Growing more hard feeling that swirling tongue, so he placed his hands into his colonys golden locks pressing himself further. "Watch your teeth" he warned.

Alfred tried his best to relax his throat to take in all of his Master, but to also make his cock wet for when he... made love to him. Ivan took notice of his colony almost choking and smirked. Past lovers before couldn't even take in half his length without making such sounds, but America had once again surpassed his expectations. He was quite happy with this outcome. Petting his colonys hair and used the leash to pull him away.

"Down" he didn't want to come, until he was buried deep into virgin territory. "Enjoy your initiation to nationhood boy. You deserve it." The taking of virgin territory was very sought after among the nations for it was a gaining of the colonys absolute trust and love. Ivan positioned himself from behind, spreading his legs apart, and not even taking the time to prepare him for he had done that plenty of times during their alone time in the room. Sliding himself in. 'Oh. How worth the wait it was.' He thought before all he could do was grip America's hips slamming into him.

"AAAAAHHH!" Alfred screamed in pain and pleasure feeling confused. He hadn't felt this kind of pain before, but a larger part of him enjoyed it like he was trained. It felt like he was being torn apart and on fire. It wasn't helping with Ivan slamming into him and growling in an almost animalistic manner. Hard and fast only caring for his own sexual delight. His dick going in, until he was balls deep within the boys hot tight hole. The saliva and blood making it easier to maneuver. Alfred wasn't able to think as he tried to move, but being in the "brace" and Ivans grip it wasn't easy. He lowered his face and shoulder leaning into the nice cold floor feeling a little blood trickle down his leg. He then felt Ivan ease up then and switched to a motion where his cock touched something inside him that made him see blocks of light in his vision. "Ah~!" He whimpered in pleasure. "Please Master! There!"

Ivan smiled and abided to that wish wanting him to enjoy his first time as well. "Da.~" Slamming into the boys prostate making the boy moan, then missing on purpose wanting to torment Alfred as well.

"Fuck!" Alfred cursed for the first time in front of his Master. Hearing that word made Ivan growl.

"Tell me why you would say such a word, America.~" Leaning his huge form over his and used the leash to make the boy turn his head. "Why?" His violet eyes seemed to hypnotize him.

"F-Fuck me, Master! Please Fuck me!" He pleaded. "I want to please you so... Please." His blue eyes showed no lies underneath them.

Ivan smiled, "If you insist." Taking the initiative to go harder and faster than before.

"Ah~! Hmmmf!" Alfred moaned so much it would put a whore to shame. Tears falling down his face for his body was taking so much in. He closed his eyes as his hardened member was about to come when his Masters hand gripped it halting his completion. Opening them to look back at his Master whimpering in need. He needed to cum!

"Tsk, tsk. You never cum before me, unless I tell you to. Got it?" Ivan kept his grip as he bit his colony flesh till it bled as punishment. What could he say? His colony looked his best covered in blood. Alfred nodded moaning from the pain and moved his hips backward so as to impale himself on his Masters cock causing him to groan in return. He licked his lips for what was to happen. Ivan went in and out filling him the friction feeling so good, so hot... So torturous with not being able to come. Ivan moaned out ejaculating himself into his Alfred. Finally, America was his and filled with his essence. Giving a few final thrusts riding out his orgasm.

Speaking of the boy, he had yet been allowed to cum. He let go of the boys cock pulling on the boys leash once again. "Cum for me Fredka. Show your pleasure for me and me only."

"Yes!" Alfred letting his loud voice show it off as he came hard onto the floor with some of his cum splattering on himself. Ivan pulled himself out smiling at the proof of stolen innocence. He was beautiful covered in cum and blood. America, the beautiful. It was just too much for his body it seems as his Russian American nation was catching his breath laying on the floor before it evened.

Ivan took a moment for himself and reminded himself to test America about something. "We're heading out soon. I'm sure your dear Canada has missed you..."

The boys baby blues met his in all honesty asked, "Who?..." He drowsily continued. "I love you, Vanya..."

'Well, well. Has he forgotten his own brother?' Russia thought amused as he chuckled hearing the endearing nickname his sisters often called him. He would allow that name, especially the way America rolled it off his tongue. What a talented tongue it is... Unfortunately, now it was time to take the boy up to the bedroom for a nap. A nap for himself didn't seem like a bad idea either. Later, he would think about the get together with an old aquaintence...

*On the Eastern American Shores- with England*-Normal P.O.V.

England not wanting to travel alone had taken France and Canada with him. He knew Canada would want to see how his shared land with his brother was doing. And if the possibility that America would be there, instead of in Russia. Sure it would have been faster by magic, but he wanted to prepare. So, he took a ship that would happily give him a few months to think. Now, it seems the time ran out as he faced the upcoming land coming closer and into view. It was in the middle of the summer and the days had been easy sailing with no sea storms.

"Francis! Fetch me my telescope!" He ordered without looking his way.

Francis scoffed at his friends usual arrogant attitude, "Not with that behavior I won't!"

"Here it is Father..." A quiet voice offered the cylinder object. It was Matthew. He had grown to look more like a miniature France without all the pervert qualities. That was comfort to the Brit who made sure that Matthew grew up a gentleman.

"Good boy." Arthur petted Matthews head ignoring the annoying Frenchie bigot next to him. He turned his eyes back to the land and put the telescope up to his eyes. Next, his eyes widened at the sight. "What on Earth?..." He whispered. The two looked at him concerned, but the Englishman remained silent until they reached shore. It was peculiar to find a well built pier for the ship to just park there and bring down the steps for the men to step off the vessel. It was strange because he the British Empire hadn't sent such skilled people to build such a thing and it shouldn't be there.

An unexpected native woman walked up to them and it happened to be the Native America personification! But, she wasn't wearing her usual native dress. Instead, it more of a Russian tunic mixed with her own peoples style. Her skin a lighter tan, than the red shade it used to have. For a personification is a representation of their people. Her eyes were a lighter brown now, but her hair was still just as dark as midnight. Her eyes right at this moment held a secret message of danger. "You shouldn't have come back here, England. This land has changed and become too dangerous. Turn back now!" She said.

"Native America... And how do you know my name? I've never told you the last time we met." England wanted to know what was happening! France was shocked to find the woman still alive and beside him Matthew was nearly in tears.

"Maman!" He ran to her. He couldn't believe it! His mother was alive!

"Maple Leaf..." Her eyes widened in disbelief noticing her youngest son. Matthew held fast and hugged her and she held him back. "Oh, how I've missed you my boy... You've grown so big." She took a good look at his face and his lovely light violet eyes. Kissing his cheek softly. It was true Matthew himself have grown to the age of a 13 year old, unknowingly, just the same as his big brother.

"Answer me Native America!" England demanded of the woman. "What on Earth is going on here."

Native America, while holding on to her youngest, glared. "You let my Little Sun get taken! Now, these pale faces known as Russians have taken over everything!" Englands face got more paler as he heard what she had to say. "Your English settlers are no longer yours now. They have been re-educated and those who opposed were killed. Not in the open, but in secret. These Russians are smart."

France took that chance to ask gesturing towards her clothes, "And what of your own people Madame?"

She sighed, "The Russians were kind enough to ask permission to use the land for settlement and hunting grounds, so I had my people let them do as they please. In return... they spared us and we get along just fine."

"Get along?!" England yelled, while France tried to shush him. "Are you nuts?" England narrowed his eyes in suspicion. 'She's hiding something...'

"I did what I had to do for my people to survive! As it is, thanks to your people, there are only so few of us left!" Native America spat her extreme dislike for the man. "You know what? Why not go to our new leader and meet him?" Lending out a hand towards the way where the village was not too far away. She walked ahead leading the way, while holding onto Matthews hand. She wasn't planning on seperating from her son anytime soon. She missed him so much... Her other hand they hadn't noticed seemed to be cradling her stomach protectively as well.

England had to ask as they were walking, "Have you seen your oldest son?"

Native America glared again at him, "No. If I did he would obviously be here by my side."

France couldn't help, but feel so guilty of ripping apart a family. When really? He probably just wanted a son of his own. He raised Matthew just fine despite his character and the boy grew up well loved. France spoiled his son, celebrated his birthday every year, and Britain never did or said anything to Matthew that would be disrespectful. The fact that Matthew grew up happy was all that mattered right?

*Back in Russia- w/ Alfred*-Normal P.O.V.

Alfred had a weird feeling when he awoke as if he was... being touched innapropriately, but no one was around... Master Ivan was away with his boss at the moment, so he couldn't ask. But, the last time he felt this uncomfortable was when he had gotten kidnapped by England. He wondered briefly if it could be a premonition.

'Oh, I'll show him good one of these days.~ I'm way stronger now than I used to be.' He brightened before getting up. He winced at the pain in his bottom, but in a way he enjoyed it for it brought a tingle to his "vital regions". He grinned his blue eyes full of mischief. "Maybe I'll take an early bath today." Alfred usually liked night time baths for they consisted of bathing with his master, but today he felt he needed to wipe some... dirt off of him. He set up the bath tub and filled it up with nice hot water. He stepped into it and relaxed. Before he felt another uncomfortable twinge in his stomach. 'What is this damned feeling?' He had to know.

Until next chapter!...