The closer he got to the kitchen, the easier he could sense the enticing smell wafting from the God-sent food. When he could finally see it though, he had pretty much collapsed from exhaustion. He had used all his power that he saved up by hitting the window and door and when yelling at Russia. The hamburger was sitting innocently on the counter, cooling off more and more every second as America walked toward it. Without a second thought, he all but inhaled it, relishing its unadulterated pure-American taste.
With the burger only satisfying the tip of the hunger-iceberg, Alfred looked hurriedly around the kitchen. After inhaling four slices of bread, an apple, a chunk of cheese and a hunk of cooked meat, he looked behind him at Russia who was sitting on a barstool, smiling over at him.
"That seems to be a lot of food for one who's stomach has surely shrunk so much." Of course, he had made sure there was more than enough food there for America to completely engorge himself on. Ivan smiled, watching the others face turn a positively green colour.
Without thinking, America turned behind him and threw up all that he had just eaten into the sink. He dry retched again, his stomach getting rid of all the food. Quickly, he washed the barely digested food down the sink and then rinsed his mouth out. Shakily, he raised a hand and wiped off his mouth, going back to the fridge to look for more food. America was disappointed that he had wasted the only burger he had in a while (and after that scheme, it would probably be his last) but that he had not been able to eat as much as his body wanted. Instead, he grabbed another slice of bread and nibbled on it as he got some more food to eat at a more leisurely pace. Since Russia was here with him, it wouldn't be possible to go off looking for Matthew because he'd know exactly what he was doing.
Ivan smiled, watching the idiot eat his bread. He never stopped to think anything through, just jumping in to any situation with all his energy. Of course, that was the part of Alfred that Russia liked so much. Because, without that, it wouldn't be half as fun to break him.
"Well, for someone who just found out they were betrayed by their own brother, you seem to be quite content."
Finishing the bread, Alfred swallowed thickly. How did the Russian always know how to push his buttons? They had in fact pretty much betrayed him, but he wasn't going to let Ivan know that's what he felt. "He didn't betray me... He just... He's just waiting for the opportune moment" He started eating another weird piece of meat, urging himself not to think of what it probably was. Sitting on another stool opposite of Ivan, he stared up at him. "Tell me where Matthew -and Arthur- is."
"Arthur is safe in a hospital. I'm not entirely sure where Matthew is, to tell you the truth. He is not sick in bed, and I certainly didn't tie him up anywhere." Russia walked out of the room with that. He liked leaving things vague. So much easier to play with people that way.
Alfred felt a weight lift from his heart. At least he knew now that England didn't freeze to death in the middle of nowhere. Finland and Sweden were most likely taking care of him now, so everything was going to be fine with him. Not to mention the fact that he along with France and Canada joined up with Russia... a voice in the back of his mind decided to bring up again. Pushing all bad thoughts aside, America's stomach growled loudly as he finished the meat.
He stood up, pushing the stool aside. Now that Ivan was gone, he was free to check out all the creepy rooms in the basement. If he wasn't in there, then he might as well check the guest rooms too. America started walking toward the door to the basement, his nerves on edge. It wouldn't be for the best if Russia was to see him going down there again. After all, whenever he went down there, he always seemed to get punished somehow.
Opening the door quietly, Alfred slipped into the stairway. As he descended, he was thinking of things to ask Canada. First of all, he wanted to now what had possessed him and the others to actually join his enemy. Like he had thought before, if they joined together instead of with Russia, then they could have risen above him and helped to free America so that he could defeat the cold, maniacal bastard. Also, even though he talked to Lithuania for a bit before about it -what happened to him anyways?- he wanted Matthew to tell him more about the world and his country. Every day America could feel his strength slowly dissipating; No doubt because his people were slowly dying out.
At the end of the stairs, he went to the first door on the right and opened it. America's stomach dropped as he saw the furnace and chains. This was the room that he was branded in. Shaking his head, he closed the door and went to the one across from it, even more desperate to find his brother. The next room had an assortment of objects that Alfred never wanted to know what they were used for. He continued doing this for the next few doors, getting past the one he found Lithuania in as well as where he was raped. Matthew was no where to be found.
Still looking, he opened one of the doors, only to almost jump out of his skin upon seeing Russia in the room, but no Canada.
"Looks like you have found my playroom!" Ivan said, a big smile on his face. He walked over to a large clamp on a table. "Would you like me to tell you about these things?" He motioned to the other objects in the room, all looking deadly. "This clamp is for the head. You would put a person's head in it, and then simply clamp it down. Usually, the teeth imploded into their sockets and smash the surrounding jaw bones. Then the eyes squirt from their sockets and finally, brain matter squirts from the ears. An all around interesting way to die." He walked over to a plank like thing with straps and a crank, ignoring America's horrified expression. "I'm sure you have heard of this. It is called The Rack. You strap someone in, and when you crank this, it stretches them out. A painful way to make yourself taller, I am sure. And this over here is quite the opposite. It would squish a person so small that it quickly caused acute muscular cramps in the guts and forced blood from the nose and ears." The next thing he walked to was a chair... with small spikes everywhere, and clamps for the legs, arms and chest. "Now, this is one chair you wouldn't want to sit in. You see, the spikes are long enough to break the skin, but they don't puncture any vital organs. Also, they plug up the flow of blood, so it takes a very long time for the victim to die. In other models, you can put a fire under it to bring it to scorching temperatures!" His smile wavered for a second. "Sadly, this was hardly used. If a criminal learned that this was their fate, many of them committed suicide."
Alfred shook his head slightly as Ivan tried to explain more. "I really don't want to know about this..." He continued looking around the room, eyeing all the dangerous and downright painful looking devices. Yes, he had certain methods in his own country, but the majority of them promised instant death. On one of them, there was a suspicious dark stain on it, making America's already agitated stomach rumble more. "Tell me where Matthew is." America demanded, looking up at Russia's joyful face.
"Well, for that, and interrupting my speech, you will have to give me your body. I have gone a whole week without sex, you see, and it has always been my dream to have such sexual pleasures in this room." He walked over to a stockade. "With the other in this thing."
Stepping back a few steps, America scowled. "Yeah right! I'm not letting you rape me; never mind in that thing. At least let me see him then so I know he's fine. It was a part of the original promise, which I already reciprocated for." He watching silently as Ivan opened the contraption on its hinge; the wood it was made of looked rough under Russia's pale hands.
"I assure you, he is fine. The original promise said nothing of you seeing him or making sure he is fine, just that he remains so. And, I have not yet broken a single promise, so you should assume that I have not broken this one. I haven't used this for years!" Russia said, looking intently at his torture device. Although, it was not so much the device itself that made it torturous. It was what the people, sun and animals did to you when you were in it that made it feared by everyone. Some people even died in it!
"Prove it." Alfred stood his ground, crossing his arms over his chest. If he was going to be raped, he should at least know that Matthew was safe. "After all," he started, the corner of his mouth curling up into a smile, "assuming just makes an ass outta you and me."
"I will tell you afterwards. So if you really wish to know where he is, I suggest you bend over and place your wrists and neck in here. I assure you, this is simply for restraint, and not torture directly. And since there are no peasants to throw stones at you, it is safe."
Staying in the doorway for a few moments, America begrudgingly walked toward where Russia was waiting. He had somewhat realized that if he didn't fight -or at least didn't fight until Russia forced him- he would be spared somewhat. Before he allowed himself to be placed in it, Alfred looked up at Russia's eyes. "Promise me then that you'll tell me afterwards."
"I completely promise to tell you where Matthew is afterwards." Then Ivan took his captives hands and put them in the cut out divots, and then his neck. It was closed, and locked. Then he slipped off Alfred's pants, having a nice view of the brand.
America barely had time to react as his wrists and neck were efficiently locked into place. The wood had already started to chafe his skin and he had barely moved around. Feeling Russia's gaze on his butt, Alfred clenched his fists for a second. "So are you going to get on with it or what? Pervert." He added under his breath.
"If you insist." Russia said, and inserted two of his fingers, twisting them slightly. He heard Alfred gasp, but kept at it, scissoring them to make room for the third. When that one was properly entered, he roughly thrust in and out, the friction hot without lube. He heard America cry out when he hit his prostate. "Who is the pervert now?" He said, taking his fingers out, and replacing them with his cock.
The burning of Russia's fingers was nothing compared to the white hot blast of pain as he thrust into America with his large, un-lubricated cock. Alfred had already thought it through somewhat, so he waited for Ivan to set a rhythm before rocking slightly against the rapid movements. As with last time, he had started to bleed; the blood causing everything to slick up and move faster and deeper.
"The prisoners would sometimes be raped when they were in the stockade, you know." Russia started saying between thrusts. "With this position, I am sure it was planned this way. It is just too tempting." He licked America's neck, flicking his tongue in his ear. "It doesn't even require them to - drop the soap."
America grit his teeth at Ivan's actions, not allowing himself to make a sound. Hopefully, unlike last time, if he was to finish quickly, then maybe Russia would tell America where Matthew was and he could go and have a warm bath. His neck and wrists were starting to rub raw and bleed slightly. From all the movement, his right hand had started throbbing again even though it had scabbed over.
Putting his pride to the side, Alfred increased the speed of his reverse thrusts, impaling himself further. Even though he wouldn't admit it, it was just his second full time and he was already getting used to the girth of Russia's manhood in his previously virgin hole. Once more, he figured by moving, it would help push Russia over the edge that much sooner.
"You are such a naughty boy, Alfred, you really are." Ivan said, continuing to slam into the responding body. Then, he pulled all the way out, his cock leaving America's ass hole. After about three seconds, he entered again, more vigorously. Alfred thrust himself onto his shaft again, and once more Russia pulled out, only to enter a few seconds later. He did this a few more times. The last time he did it, the other country snapped.
"What are you doing?! Stop going all the way out!" America yelled, blood trailing down his legs and dripping with audible plops on the floor.
"So, you want me to stay inside you? If you wish." Ivan stayed inside his victim, thrusting deep every time, hearing America's body slam against the board. "You are such a good little bitch." He wrapped his arm around Alfred, grabbing his cock with one skillful hand. "I suppose, with your right hand like that, you have not had a chance to do this in a while."
Wincing, Alfred barely managed to say. "...Bastard..." before moaning from his hard, dripping cock finally being touched. Like last time -as so many things were- he was embarrassed from how his body reacted to being treated so roughly by the Russian. "You're the one that did that." America panted out, his glasses fogging up from his body heat.
Thrusting even harder, matching his hand with his hips, Ivan smiled. "I would not have done that if it was not for you rebelling. You should not rebel, then I would have hardly any reason to hurt you, beside the obvious fun it is." With his free hand, he reached down to where his cock was disappearing into America, and grabbed on to the blond's ass, sticking in his thumb beside his shaft.
America gasped loudly as Ivan's thumb forced its way into his already stretched hole. "Take it out!" he yelled, trying to reach back with his leg to try trip Russia to get him to stop.
"Just be glad I'm not getting the dildo you loved so much last time and fuck you with it at the same time." He gave a laugh when he added, "Or use The Pear on you."
"The what?" Alfred groaned out, thrusting into Ivan's hand and in turn onto his cock. Even if Russia finished and did use the toy on him, at least it will be just it, not both.
"The Pear. It's shaped like a pear, and is inserted in the mouth, anus or vagina, depending on your gender. Once in, it can be cranked open to an unbelievable size. The Catholic church used to use it on homosexuals." Ivan dug his fingernails into America's hips. "People usually died of infection, because they were rarely cleaned."
Biting his lip, America continued to rock, his body getting bruised against the wooden stockade and his skin starting to bleed freely. With a muted moan and a final shudder, Alfred released hard, sending ribbons of white onto Russia's hand and the floor. As soon as he was done, he relaxed, allowing Ivan to grab onto his hips fiercer and bury himself deeper.
Thrusting even deeper, close to his end, Russia brought his hand up and licked some of the cum off. And then he was shooting his own seed deep inside Alfred. He pulled out, seeing blood and semen leaking out. And then, even though it was no part of the promise, unlocked his fuck-partner.
As quick as his sore butt allowed him, Alfred stood up away from Russia and the device, touching his bleeding, raw wrists and neck delicately. "You got your half of the deal, now I want mine. Tell me where he is!"
Russia started walking to the door. "Oh, I dropped him off at his house hours ago. Where did you think I got the hamburger?" He continued walking, hearing America's cries of anger.
"What!? You... You ass hole!" America fumed for a second before following Russia. He really didn't want to be left in the room. Knowing Ivan, he would leave him in there on purpose, waiting for him to use one of the devices. "Why didn't you say so before! I let you rape me for nothing!" he spat out, some of the blood and cum mixture oozing down his thighs.
So he really did join with Russia... he thought, feeling as if a knife had plunged into his heart. Matthew honestly did betray me...
"You never asked me if he was in this house, or his own. You asked if he was in the room England was in, and you asked where he was. I, however, do not know where he is. He could be half way around the world by now. He has my resources at his disposal, since he joined me. He has a very nice signature, by the way. Very delicate. Would you like to see it?" Ivan continued walking. He got to the stairs and stopped. "Of course, you have probably seen it, considering how much you pushed him around. I'm sure he was made to sign many contracts with you." He continued walking.
"So you raped me over a technicality?!? That's low even for you." He continued to follow Russia, his mind making it impossible for him to leave the communist alone. "At least let me see him if he comes back again, ok? I shouldn't have to do anything to see my fucking brother." America was so enraged that he had completely overlooked the obvious blow to his pride.
Grabbing onto Ivan's coat, Alfred watched at he turned around; a strange, unnameable emotion flickering in his eyes. "Or would you rather have your toy die?" He asked, whispering.
Russia gave a loud laugh that lasted a few minutes. When he was done, he wiped a small tear from the corner of his eye, still giggling. "Oh, that was funny. Do you actually think you matter that much?" He bent down so he was looking America right in the eye. "If you die, there is an endless supply of toys. If you die, any promises made become void. Having your brother as a pet might be fun. He would do whatever I wish. And if I want to really play with someone, I'm sure Arthur would be very inventive with his insults. More than yourself, obviously. Any insults you come up with are just a string of swear words. When I rule the world, I could have a new toy every day of the week! You were just convenient."
Glaring at Russia, America stuck out his bottom lip slightly in defiance. He waited as Russia stood up fully again before crossing his arms. "You're lying. If you wanted them, you would have taken them before the promise." In his mind, he was furiously trying to believe it was the truth. He kept his gaze on Russia's face to see if any notion of his comment being true showed across it. Alfred waited a few uncomfortable moments for Russia to say something; Anything.
"Your train of thought is very interesting. But if I truly wanted them, I could take them. A promise made with one's pet holds no weight. I choose to keep my promise with you. Yes, I could have any toy I wish. But it is fun to break the once all powerful America. But I would also not mind seeing your dead body and showing it to the world. Showing them the hole I raped, showing the butt I claimed as mine. Or you could arrange it so I never find the body. Let Arthur and Matthew worry about you for years before finally accepting the fact that you are dead. Perhaps they will join you in the land of the dead, not able to go on without you. You could have a party! But, perhaps I will kill them anyway. As I said, when you die, all promises are erased."
Alfred's eye twitched at everything he had said. Unfortunately it had seemed like the truth. The only option left for him was to do as Russia said and hope to God that he didn't decide not to uphold his promise. "... Fine then." he grunted, looking down at their feet because he was unable to meet those burning, violet eyes. "Just... Never mind. I have my people to live for." he stopped himself before he could say 'And Matthew and Arthur'.
"That's the spirit!" Russia patted him on the back and walked to his own room. Time for some more paperwork. Maybe after he can play some more...