"Ah, America did you enjoy your little nap?" the British Empire asked. He noticed the American nation was awake and plopped himself at the edge of his bed with a viciously sweet smile plastered on his pale face.
"I guess…" he said, which was a complete lie. His entire body still felt a bit stiff, but that wasn't the worst of the pain. His mind kept wondering about how the other nations in reality were doing. Especially England. In reality, the green eyes English nation has constantly been on his mind since he arrived to this hell of a universe. Did England even miss him or acknowledge America was missing?
The strawberry blonde seemed surprised with his answered and smiled. "Very well. Now that you have rested, I would like to begin your work."
"And that would be…?" America asked skeptically. If that was so-called rest, he feared what work would be.
The British Empire grinned deviously. "First off, you must call me Iggy."
"As if this all isn't enough," he blurted without thinking and quickly regretted his actions.
He stroked the younger's sandy blonde hair harshly and pulled strands of wheat blonde hair from their roots. "Oh, America," he said far too sweetly. "You still miss your world, don't you?"
"No," he lied slowly and unconvincingly.
He raised a thick blonde eyebrow. "You don't? Oh dear, that is a lie isn't it?" He pulled on America's stray piece of hair he deemed 'Nantucket'. His voice harshened when he growled "you do not lie to your caretaker!"
He winced. "Yes…I-Iggy…"
"What a good lad you've been," the British Empire said as his voice returned to its normal tone. He slowly removed his grip on America's hair. Then clapped his hands together and exclaimed "well, you better get started with your assignments."
"Which is...?" he asked hesitantly allowing the words to linger in the tense atmosphere.
"Oh nothing you aren't new to. Just be my little brother."
The American nation opened his mouth to refute, but remembered Ivan's scolding words. If he was submissive, maybe the British Empire would eventually stop. "Yes, Iggy," he muttered.
He patted the blue eyed blonde's hair as if he were a pet. Next he might wake up with a collar around his neck, or living in a cage, as if he wasn't already. "Now run along, my little colony. Tea would be nice right now, and make it how I like it." He leaned in to America's left ear and whispered "extra sugar."
America nodded absentmindedly and scurried off to the kitchen.
"Is it done?" America asked quietly, sounding more like his Canadian counterpart than himself, upon entering his room.
In the bleak shadows of his chambers, Ivan turned around revealing an almost perfect replica of the mirror that shattered in what seemed like ages ago. "Nyet, America. One more day ought to do it."
"America~" the empire called out with a devious smile from a spot on his love seat in the parlor. The two weeks he had his "brother" under his control were not as satisfying as he imagined. He did not speak other than simple commands and barely looked up from the floor. Had he finally cracked?
No, the superpower couldn't crack. It was a matter of pride. He obviously had some weakness…
"Y-yes, master?" American asked, his shoulders trembling as he walked into the parlor.
"Could you give me a back rub? I feel a bit tense?" he relaxed onto the love seat and sighed.
America nodded mutely. He cracked his thin fingers before massaging the empire's back.
The British Empire grabbed the fur collar to the American nations' jacket and embraced him into a passionate kiss.
America tightened his eyes, forcing himself to think pleasant thoughts of returning home when the empire's vile, slimy tongue danced around his own. His sugary lips bit onto the superpower's chapped ones, lusting for a taste of his coppery blood.
"America is something the matter?" he asked with a smirk, his breath prolonged by his heavy breathing. "You usually aren't like this."
"N-No," America said, still trembling slightly.
"Then join me on the couch," he said seductively, his voice tantalizingly sweet.
America nodded and sat beside the alternative version of England. His breathing became labored when the British Empire snaked a hand up his button down shirt, caressing his sun kissed skin.
"My, my," the British Empire said licking his lips. His hands began to slowly remove the American's bomber jacket, sliding the leather off his broad shoulders. "Aren't you hot in this?"
"No," America muttered allowing his shirt to be unbuttoned slowly.
"No?" he asked quite puzzled. "Maybe I should turn up the heat," he whispered seductively into his left ear.
America shuddered as his shirt was stripped from his body.
He pulled on America's belt loops to his black trousers and pursed his lips in frustration. He barely got responses anymore. It was almost useless to play games with a broken toy.
"You miss your England, don't you?" he asked hoping to get a response.
Instead, America answered robotically "no."
"What have I told you about lying?" he asked sweetly and seductively, tracing circles onto America's bare chest.
"I will not tell lies," he replied mechanically.
The British country hummed "now answer my question."
He looked into his icy blue eyes. A sea of cold, icy shattered dreams replaced what should be lively emerald orbs. "No. I do not miss E-England," he said choking on the word itself.
The British Empire scowled. He was far too prideful, indeed. "America, you are a weak and pathetic nation. Your Iggy has not raised you to my anticipation. I expected better of you, really, I have."
America nodded absently.
"I have no use for you anymore. Be gone, retire to your chambers."
America nodded and rushed off to hide his tears, forgetting completely that his torso was completely naked.
The British Empire frowned. There was something off with America; there was no doubt he was going to find answers. And he knew exactly where to start.
To Be Continued...
Author's Notes: It's been a while, hasn't it? Urg. I feel bad because I really love this story but my classes are just so overwhelming so the quality is really shitty. And last chapter was really long so to balance it out I have this terribly short chapter., I think that's how it works. Enough of my rambling and on with talking about the story. Time skip, right? Well...this story is finally winding down, maybe five chapters or more? I hope you realize that the BE has been raping America and torturing him, and now he has finally cracked. Or at least, that is how he is acting. Unless...he really is broken. DUN DUN DUN. LOL. And yeah...this is awful. Really awful. I'll end up rewriting this chapter. Urg. INSPIRATION COME BACK~ THANK YOU FOR THE AWESOME FEEDBACK I LOVE YOU ALL! Next chapter will be the beginning of the climax! YEAH~ I hope that after this dumb update, you will still stick around~
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Warnings: I don't even.
Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia or 2P!Characters.