Characters: (Warning; there's a fuckton)
Ivan 'Russia' Braginski
Ludwig 'Germany' Bielschmidt
Jett 'Australia' Kirkland
Alfred F. 'America' Jones
Arthur 'England' Kirkland
Feliciano 'Venaziano' Vargas
Lovino 'Romano' Vargas
Matthew 'Canada' Williams
Yao 'China' Wang
Toris 'Lithuania' Laurinaitis
Feliks 'Poland' Łukasiewicz
Natalia 'Belarus' Arlovskaya

Pairings; BDSM!GerIta, hintedBDSM!RoChu, suggested USUK

Summary; Russia gets tortured

Ivan pulls on his bindings, Ludwig tying off a bright violet cord around the Russian's ankle. Ivan throws himself around in the reinforced chair, the stool refusing to budge an inch.

"You're not going anywhere, mate," Jett says, half-laughing, "We tested that on Alfred."

"Do we really want to know why you have so many multi-coloured ropes?" Arthur asks.

"Because the plain black ones are so boring," Feliciano whines, much to Lovino's disgust.

Ivan finally gives up, sitting still, glowering at his captors, a thick purple aura radiating from the hostage body. "You will let me go now, da?"

"Nope!" Alfred says, following the statement with his signature 'ha-ha-ha-ha!'

"I do not appreciate being tied up," Ivan growls, "Unless a little country is becoming one with me." Matthew and Jett glance across at Yao at that comment [1], who blushes crimson.

"We're here because we don't like your country's homophobia," Arthur interrupts the Chineseman's embarrassment.

"It's not my fault!" Ivan whines.

"Still!" Feliciano barks, "We have a mission!"

"Yeah! I had to talk Toris into talking Feliks into letting us have these…" Alfred holds up a series of bottles, a demented smirk splitting his face.

"And what are you planning to do with those?" Ivan asks.

"We're going to dump them over your head!" Jett hollers, seizing a blue bottle, unscrewing the cap and dumping the contents over Ivan exactly as he'd said he would.

"Ehi!" Lovino exclaims, "I thought we were only going to use a bit of it!"

"I'll send Feliks into an Arts-n-Crafts store and get Toris to send me the bill," Alfred waves the Italian's exclamation off, "Then I'll get Iggy here to help me split it between us all, or just forward it to Ivan, I dunno." [2]

"Send it to vodka-bastard," Lovino agrees with the latter option, "I'm not explaining to my mafia why I'm spending money on glitter."

"Just say it was a one-off torture," Matthew suggests, "Which it kind of is."

"Or you could spend some of your own money," Ludwig adds, earning himself a glare.

"My money already has other priorities. I don't have leftovers to spend on random shit like pretty coloured ropes."

Ludwig's face grows dark with annoyance, "Do you want to know how to make a set of 'pretty ropes' even prettier? You-"

"Okay! Moving on!" Arthur interrupts before Feliciano's cheeks spontaneously combust and Lovino pumps Ludwig full-o-lead or something similarly clichéd and cheesy, "We have a Russian to torture!"

Lovino and Ludwig exchange a glare before grabbing a bottle of glitter each, Lovino's red and Ludwig's yellow [3], and start shaking the shiny specks over their bound victim. Ivan just sits quietly, giving odd looks to his torturers, only reacting if the glitter got too close to his eyes or nose.

Finished, the group step back to admire their handiwork. Ivan is bound securely to the American-tested chair with seven ropes in the colour of the rainbow; from the red around his shoulders to the violet around his ankles. Glitter of almost every colour, shape, and size has been poured over him, the sparkling speckles caught in the folds of the Russian's clothing and inside the intricate German-made knots.

"Oh no!" Ivan says sarcastically, "I am covered in glitter, whatever am I to do? Stop, this is so cruel!"

Arthur gives a short laugh, "Not cruel enough for you?" he whips a phone out of his pocket, searching through an app for something.

Alfred leans close to Arthur, eyes widening and a gasp escaping his burger-laced lips as Arthur taps something; "No! You can't! That's too cruel!"

"Ex-empire, ex-pirate;" Arthur smirks at his former colony, "I can do cruel." [4]

He taps the phone again, and a faint ringing emits from the small device. Eventually, there is a clatter, and a smooth female voice answers; "Privet?"

"Hello, Natalya," Arthur says, voice dripping with gentlemanly charm, "I was just calling you to fetch Ivan; he's a little immobile at the moment…"

"No!" Ivan's yell interrupts, "Not her! Anything but her!"

"Gag him!" Arthur hisses to Ludwig.

The German quickly pulls a gag out of nowhere and firmly fastens it around Ivan's jaw.

"Why do you have so much bondage gear?" Matthew asks, a little bewildered.

Ludwig shrugs. "I'm German."

"Why do you have so much with you?" Jett asks a slightly more important question, but a finger tapping warningly on the butt of Lovino's now unconcealed gun stops Ludwig from answering.

"Sorry about that, Alfred's playing one of old spy movies," Arthur says with a laugh, "I keep telling him to turn them down…"

"Sorry, Iggy!" Alfred hollers. Arthur shoves him away with a playful slap, still speaking calmly to Natalya, giving her directions to Ivan's location.

"We should probably get out of here before she arrives," Jett says, pointing to the door.

"Wait! What about the ropes!" Feliciano exclaims.

"It's okay Feli; those ones are the ones that cut," Ludwig says.

Matthew curiously pulls on the yellow rope around Ivan's wrist, watching as a little blood dribbles from behind the cord. "Yeah, you wouldn't want to use those in sex."

"So where are the ones we used last night?" Feliciano asks Ludwig, who blushes crimson.

"I put them back in the suitcase," he mumbles, "And would you not say things like that?"

"So you have two sets of rainbow ropes?" Jett asks, frowning.

"I do like making Ludwig look all pretty in them," Feliciano grins, "Not that he doesn't look bad! He just looks so cute when he's bound and panting and he starts blushing like he is now and it's just so adorable~"

"There's a plot twist if ever I heard one," Jett mumbles.

"Well, we shouldn't be that shocked," Matthew replies, "Remember when we found out about Yao and Ivan?"

"I really don't want to know about who gets off on tying up who, and who tops who, and I just…" Jett shudders, "I really don't wanna know about other nation's sex lives!"

"Big Brother…" a shadow appears at the door, emitting a purple aura that easily puts the emitter's 'Big Brother' to shame.

"Shit, that was quick," Arthur hangs up the phone, a creepy dial tone echoing from the newcomer.

"I've got an idea!" Alfred shouts.

"We'd love to hear it, Alfie," Matthew says, backing away from the approaching Belarusian.

"Run away!" Alfred yells, turning on his heel and darting in the opposite direction.

"Best idea I've heard in a while," Jett agrees, following the Italian twins as they begin to flee after the American, followed by Matthew, Ludwig, Arthur and Yao in that exact order, leaving a too-petrified-to-even-try-to-escape Russian behind.

[1] hintedBDSM!RoChu; reference to Chapter 12; Ceilings
[2] split the bill or send it to Ivan; do you think Ivan's been tortured enough? I can't decide
[3] glitter colours mentioned; I tried to link the colours to the flags. I.e, Australia's flag is predominantly red, so he used blue glitter. Because the Italian and the German flags both feature red, neither of them use red, so Lovino gets green (plus my headcannons reckon Lovi's not exactly creative) and Ludwig gets yellow
[4] Arthur can do cruel; because you can't build an empire by being nice

I don't own Hetalia, the Olympics, colourful bondage, or glitter
This is the longest chapter yet. Sorry.
And please don't comment on my spelling of 'colour'; I'm BRITISH
-Laurel Silver, British citizen

[Edit] thank you Shiary for pointing out a massive mistake. I feel like an idiot