Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!

WARNING: THIS IS... HARD-CORE NON-CON! EVEN WHEN CUT!

APHAPHAPH

Russia grabbed a handful of the white-silver hair and forced it down so the face meets the bed under them.

"Don't scream too loudly now..." Russia pulled down his pants to his hips. "'Else Lithuania'll wake up and hear you!" With that, he forced his way into the former German in one swift motion.

Prussia, not wanting to give Lithuania more reasons to be depressed, screamed into the bed. After a few seconds, he was able to keep his screams down to grunts. He was biting his lips until they bled on the bed.

"I know I told you to keep the volume of your voice down, but I never said stop altogether." 'Oh well...' He thought. 'All the more fun to break.'

Then Russia stopped, wanting a different position instead. He sat on the side of the bed, and lifted Prussia up.

"Aah..." Prussia's back arched.

"So that's where it is..." He forced Prussia's bound arms around his back before continuing to lift and drop Prussia's body down right where he gets the most pleasure when being penetrated.

Then he took his hands to rub and pinch Prussia's nipples, while sucking on his neck at the same time. Prussia's breath hitched, and got heavier, but nothing above a grunt again. That wasn't good enough for Russia, so he took one hand down to Prussia's "vitals," Finally getting some real moans from the boy.

"Funny, how all of your life... You've been talking about and taking other's vital regions... Look where you are now... Ironic, really."

"Ah... Aah...! Ah!"

"What a mess... Gilbert..." Russia took his hands up to Gilbert's mouth.

Prussia opened his mouth and bit Russia's hand, hard.

"You fucking-" Russia threw Prussia off of him and onto the floor, finishing all over his body. He cleaned his hand before going to his desk to grab a polaroid camera, and a couple of cuffs.

Russia cuffed Prussia's limbs, while he was facing down, to the legs of the front of his bed. Then Russia stepped back and started taking pictures of the dirty man in front of him. Prussia was too tired to hear anything but his breath, until a picture fell in front of him.

"Wh-What the hell are you doing?" He started struggling.

"I'm taking photos to send to your brother, of course!" Russia walked up to the other man, lifting his hand up by the platinum hair. "Smile!" He took another picture of Prussia's surprised face.

Russia moved so the camera could see the abuse he had done to Prussia, taking a picture of his ass, stomach, the welts from a whip, the Soviet hammer and sickle forever burned into the flesh, and even the marks he made on the boy's neck. He made sure to take double of everything- just for him.

When he decided that he had enough pictures, he gathered them all up on his desk, seperated them, took a piece of paper and an envelope, and started writing-

'Уважаемые Германии,*

He shouldn't have bitten my finger.'

The thing that surprised Russia, is that Prussia didn't cry, not even once.

APHAPHAPH

Holey crap me.

I wrote this in one sitting. Yay me!

"Уважаемые Германии" - "Dear Germany"