A/N: Okayy! Here is the Third chapter in the Deal series! Have fun reading and enjoy my... uhh... writing...? Please drop me a little review!

Chapter Title: The Hate

Rating: M

Genre: Angst, Horror

Summary: Third chapter in the Deal series. Ivan finally has Ludwig without that annoying older brother trying to save him. With Gilbert lost in his own anguish, how will Ludwig deal with his own? Ivan doesn't plan to give up his new toy anytime soon; he finally decides to make Ludwig love him, whether he wants to or not. M rated for rape.

The Russian man sat in the living room, choosing a comfortable chair with an armrest. He leaned back, unable to help the smug smile that formed on his lips. He kept his eyes towards the sobbing Prussian man; the Russian found it funny, how an exercise meant to break one man, broke the other. The Prussian had thrown himself on the couch and broke into tears within moments after the Russian had dragged him downstairs. Ivan quietly wondered what Ludwig was doing upstairs, deciding quietly he was probably crying his eyes out as well.

It had been nearly a full hour before the Prussian's tears finally dried, simply dry heaving and shaking. It had taken long enough after that for the Prussian to calm down, almost scarily silent now.

"I hate you," Gilbert snarled, breaking the silence between the two. The silver blond stiffened up a little as he saw Ivan shift in his seat. Gilbert glared darkly at the other man as he heard childish giggling. He felt a sudden hatred that couldn't be correctly described. "YOU BASTARD, I HATE YOU!"

"Stop your whining, da?" Ivan smiled warmly at the crying man. "I do not care if you love me or hate me."

"You should care because if you think for even one moment that Ludwig will care more about you than he will me, you're dead wrong, you Russian whore. He'll hate you more than he hates me no matter what… or did you think otherwise? To have thought otherwise, you would have had to been completely mad." Gilbert's voice had dropped so low, it had almost become animalistic.

Ivan couldn't help the sweet smile that graced his lips now. "I still don't care, Gilbert. I'll just have to make him love me."

"You don't even know what love it!" Gilbert nearly screamed at the Russian man, fist trembling at his sides. He gritted his teeth, seeming to want try and appear calm. "You've never been loved, so how the fuck would know what love is? You don't deserve to know what it is!" Gilbert managed to lower his voice to a whisper just before he had gone hysterical with the rage building up in place of the sorrow and loss.

"Love…" Ivan paused. He knew what love was, but this was only sex… well rape, but it didn't matter. He knew there was a difference, he wasn't that blunt or dumb, but he also knew that it was easier to simply have sex over love. Love was too… it was complicated, but he did hope love would come after the sex, even if that was only wishful thinking. "Ludwig will learn to love me." Ivan finally concluded, deciding he would give the other male no other choice in the matter. Ludwig was his, and that was all that mattered.

He would simply fix Ludwig; fix the blond to make him love him.

"He won't ever love you." Gilbert growled.

Ivan simply giggled to himself before standing up to walk towards the staircase, stopping at the first step to turn to look at Gilbert who still sat on the couch, glaring lividly at him. Ivan couldn't help but notice the fear in the blood red eyes. "I'm going to see Ludwig, da? Leave us alone and stay down here no matter what you hear."

"S-shut up, if I want to save him I will!" Gilbert shouted, but both knew the threat was empty.

"Do you want me to tie you up and make you watch again?" Ivan asked innocently, watching as Gilbert's face paled to a sickly white.

"You damned fucker."

"You're so silly!" Ivan giggled, walking up the steps the Prussian who bowed his head in defeat and pain. He paused at the top, glancing back down at the Prussian whose eyes were already starting to tear up again. Ivan shut his eyes as he heard a few words slip from the Prussian's mouth, almost a small prayer: "P-please don't hate me… please don't hate me for being so weak, Ludwig… please don't…" And to the Russian, it was clear how broken the other man was.

Ivan kept walking though, wondering how many other nations had broken in front of him.

"Germany~" He called cheerfully as he walked down the hall to the German's man room and now prison. He knocked softly before opening the door and looking in. He glanced to the bed, seeing the dirty sheets had been removed and the blond was no longer there. He glanced around the side to see there was evidence of the blonde's poor moving ability at the moment. He saw the sheets had been changed but the dirty ones had been stuffed into a bag. He saw the torn clothing had also been stuffed there too. He was fond of the strength in the German man, remembering how rough Gilbert had gotten not so long ago before seeing the blond sitting on a chair near the window. "Ludwig…"

The blond tried to move, to turn to look at the Russian, but he simply flinched before glancing back out the window. Ivan couldn't help but notice how the man had tensed and shivered. Ivan smiled, walking towards the chair before placing both hands on the armrest, leaning forward to admire his beautiful, new pet.

Ivan couldn't help but feel a sudden sexual urge as he saw the blond man's face. The icy blue eyes were wide with fear, and the fear made him seem so much more pretty, so much more innocent and tempting. The way the blonde's pink lips were slightly parted, almost as if startled and caught in mid gasp. Ludwig's hair was the most attractive though. The disheveled mess was so fitting for everything that had happened. It all seemed to taunt and attract the Russian so much more.

"Ludwig…" Ivan couldn't help but grin.

He's all mine.

"Hello, my darling~"

No one will ever want him now…

"How are you~?"

He's tainted on so many levels…

"Are you alright~? You're awfully pale,"

He's finally all mine.

"Ludwig?"

Oh look… he's crying…

"Ludwig?"

"G-go away," Ludwig managed to choke out. He hated the way his voice sounded, so weak and desperate, but that was what he was at the moment. He was weak, and he was desperate. He wanted help; he wanted to get out of here. He started to shake in fear as Ivan touched his cheek, cupping it with on hand and making him look up. He hated the moment when their eyes met. Ludwig felt although Ivan could see his fear, as if Ivan smelt his fear coming off of him in thick waves… he didn't want Ivan to know he was scared.

"Why~?"

"Just go, please just go away." Ludwig felt tears start to form in his eyes again. He began to move his hands up to cover his eyes, to tear his eyes away from the piercing violet which held them there, but Ivan's hands went out to snatch his wrists in mid air.

"Don't cry, da?"

Ivan couldn't help it when his smile twitched. Ludwig let out another wheeze before more tears spilt from his icy blue eyes and down his flushed cheeks. Ludwig struggled against Ivan's hold on his wrist as he cried louder when he realized he was trapped again. "No! Go away go away go away, bitte just go away!" Ludwig ducked his head again, seeming to cower as his body shook with broken sobs.

"Hm," Another cheerfully fake smile formed on Ivan's lips now. "Should I bring Gilbert up stairs to comfort you, Ludwig~?" Ivan knew at that moment that his plan had worked perfectly. Ludwig was sobbing loudly, nearly hysterically at the mention of Gilbert.

"N-nein, bitte, it hurts! No more, it hurts, it hurts so much!"

"I thought you liked pain." Ivan growled softly to the blond. Ludwig turned the other cheek in a sad attempt to ignore him, trying to hide his tear filled eyes from Ivan.

Ludwig would have never believed a person if yesterday they had told him he would cry in front of the massive eastern nation. He would have scowled and called them a fool for thinking he'd be so childish and weak. And now Ludwig was trying not to cry so pitifully and pathetically. The young blond man was struggling to keep his promise because no matter how much he feared for himself, he was still much more scared for Gilbert's wellbeing, no matter what he did.

He would always owe his brother his life.

"I said," Ivan's voice had turned dark with lust, and Ludwig winced and let out a small yelp when Ivan's hands tightened around his wrists, pinning them both to the sides of the blonde's head. "I thought you liked pain."

"I-I-" Ludwig felt his face flush with embarrassment and sudden humiliation. He felt Ivan lean towards him, so he lifted his chin and leaned his head back, revealing his neck. Ivan let out a small giggle before he pressed his lips against the tainted skin. He enjoyed the way Ludwig's breath hitched and how the younger man had let out a small whimper.

"Well, Ludwig?"

"N-no, no please don't do this… it just hurts, please it just hurts." Ludwig whimpered, trying not to meet Ivan's eyes.

"What~? You don't enjoy it~?" Ivan asked with mock surprise. He couldn't help but smile slightly in amusement when he realized Ludwig was quickly shaking his head, hiccupping softly. It would seem that Ludwig wasn't really listening to his tone of voice, just hearing the words and saying what he thought would make things stop. Ivan smiled again, shifting his hold on Ludwig's wrist to one hand to have a free hand. Ludwig didn't even seem to try and fight anymore, which almost made Ivan happy.

He wanted his pet to be perfect, and he was already so close.

"My little Germany~…" The older nations cooed softly, he brushed his thumb against the blonde's lips. He couldn't help but giggle at their softness; he wanted to kiss him so badly, but he knew better than to force him at the moment. Instead he let his hands stroke the younger male's cheeks. "You and your cute little nation have always been on my list to conquer~…"

Ludwig tried to look away, but he let out a pitiful groan as Ivan pressed his thumb against Ludwig's lips again. This time he used more force, making the blond open his mouth.

"You do realize you have no more allies, da~?" Ivan whispered gently, loving the way Ludwig let out another whimper. He let the younger man close his mouth before touching his cheeks again, hands moving down to his neck and shoulders. He noticed how he was able to touch Ludwig, but he also saw how uncomfortable it was making Ludwig. "If I wanted to take you home, no one would say no to me as long as I made a trade of equal… or greater value~. Prussia would be fitting, don't you think?"

Break…

"Gilbert had lots of friends, and I'm sure they missed him. They probably want him back~." Ivan said cheerfully, still leaning over Ludwig. "France will certainly second my notion if I call for a trade. I'm pretty sure you realized you were born into a dark world, da~? No one ever really liked you. You born with people hating you, and you were always surrounded by them. France hated you from the moment of your birth because of what you took from him. Britain had also already begun to dislike you from the time you made your little navy. Austria probably hated you too, you were part of the reason his marriage with Hungary fell apart so horribly. You promised to do everything in your power to help him win the war, and that wasn't good enough~. You still lost… twice~. I cannot even think of who you didn't upset with your birth…" He enjoyed the moment when Ludwig looked so hurt.

"I-I didn't…"

"He had a life. People liked Prussia." Ivan giggled, letting himself lick Ludwig's neck. "And no one ever really liked you~." Ivan noted softly before he soon began to suck on the soft skin, but the skin was no longer pure or white anymore like it had been only a couple hours ago. The skin was littered with bruises and hickeys. Bruises littered Ludwig's hips and waist from where he had been grabbed. His shoulders and neck almost matched along with his legs and thighs but with darker hand print bruises from where he had been grabbed at. He also had light scratch and bite marks on his chest and back.

"No!" Ludwig yelled as he tried to push the older male away as the sexual tension became thicker in the air. Ludwig nearly screamed when Ivan grabbed the back of his thighs, pulling the blond off the chair and onto the floor. Ludwig's eyes widened as he lay on his back, staring up at Ivan while his icy blue eyes became teary with fear. Ivan kneeled between the blonde's legs, gripping Ludwig's ankles so he couldn't move correctly or fast enough to try and successfully get away. "Stop it!" Ludwig squeaked, sounding almost disgraceful as Ivan's eyes glance over his body again.

"You do realize Italy was only using you, da~?"

"Stop it, leave me alone!"

"And Japan wasn't your friend," Ivan shrugged. "Kiku was only trying to become a bigger empire. He wanted your oversea territories after he conquered them, but he didn't get them because Britain and France declared them as their own. He wanted to destroy you and to take all he could from your falling empire~."

"N-no!"

"They were only trying to get back at Britain and France because they thought they didn't get what they deserved after beating you from the First World War. They didn't care about you back then. And the reason they joined you now was to get back at them, and they thought you were going to win. They just wanted to win again, hoping you would give them what they wanted this time, even if it wasn't from you. They wanted everything they could get from you, da~? They were both using you because they are both weak. Didn't you know that Japan had been playing both sides the entire time~? He didn't value you at all… You were just a decoy to him, something that he took advantage of because without you, none of his success would have happened." Ivan giggled. "Neither of the two was your friend, what makes you think they'll stick up for you now anyways~?"

Ludwig blinked away more tears at the realization Ivan was right.

Italy and Japan had always looked so guilty after they first made an alliance. Germany felt spilt suddenly. Was Russia telling the truth about his friends? Were they really his friends? Was it true no one had ever actually liked him? Had he really been born into a world where everyone hated him…?

Ivan was right.

Ivan was…

He was right.

"S-stop it, please stop it…" Ludwig choked on his tears as they spilled down his face again. He felt numb to Ivan's touches, but he was still so scared. He was still so angry and so scared. He felt another deep sense of betrayal, and he hated himself. He had never thought of the fact he never had many friends. He had never realized the only people who were ever kind to him were a part of his small family. Everyone else had always been so spiteful towards him. They had been scared or cruel… "I-I…"

"What is it~?" Ivan asked, smiling cheerfully as he saw the confused look on the blond man's face.

"N-no one hates me enough to do this, what have I done to you?" Ludwig choked, crying louder as the Russian's touches became a bit more aggressive suddenly.

"I don't hate you," Ivan said quietly though he sounded a bit gruff. "I'm not doing this because I hate you. I want you. I won't let you have freedom because I want you for myself. You're beautiful, and I want to keep you, you're so beautiful~…"

"N-no."

"I'll protect you from them, Ludwig." Ivan whispered into the blond man's ear. Ludwig felt tears escape his eyes as he stared at the ceiling while Ivan hushed voice whispered softly into his ear. "You don't need to see their hatred. It's so ugly, and you are so beautiful… You're too beautiful for your own good, Ludwig."

"N-no!" Ludwig finally screamed. Trying to pull away from Ivan whose grip became deathly tight, Ludwig started to cry softly as he pulled back into place by unforgiving hands, forced to listen to the cruel whispers until he had been completely stripped. Ludwig choked as the hands touched him so viciously.

"Come on," Ivan whispered, hands stroking the blond who was starting to whimper in fear for what would come next. "It's okay for it to feel good. Isn't it better than before~? It's so much better when you aren't fighting it, da…~?"

Ludwig sobbed softly. He hated that Ivan was right. He was starting to feel pleasure. He hated that he liked it. He hated it. The blond whimpered with need. He was starting to give up. What could be done now? No one cared what happened anyways. What was the point of fighting if he had nothing to gain and nothing to lose in the end?

Either way, in the eyes of his fellow nations, he would be a monster. He would be a weak monster or he would be a strong monster, but to everyone, he would always be a feared and hated monster.

The blond man fought with all the little strength he had though. He would hate himself if he ever gave up. He could not give up. He fought weakly, but he still fought. That was all that mattered. Within minutes, his protest was crushed and he was punished with harsh, unprepared and sudden penetration. Ludwig had cried out at the pain, tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes as he gritted his teeth to try and keep them away.

"Open your eyes." Ivan commanded. Ludwig's eyes slowly opened, tears rushing down his face as if a dam had broke. A soft sob made its way to his lips, realizing all of the torture training he had endured would never amount to this. He let out a surprised yelp as Ivan changed his position, hitting a spot in the German man which made him moan.

He sounded like a whore.

The German man tried to summon more tears, but he failed. He was unable to find his tears while he was drowned in pleasure. He hated it. It all felt so dirty for something like this to be so enjoyable. He moaned again, hating that he was actually taking pleasure in it. He would rather be crying his eyes out again. Anything would be better than practically begging for more.

Within moments of Ludwig's climax, Ivan stopped. The German shivered, sweating and eyes gazed over with pleasure and dried tear stains on his face. Ludwig panted, whimpering as Ivan got up. Ludwig bit down on his lips, watching as Ivan grinned at him. Ludwig shook, unable to stop his whimpering. "Bitte…"

The word slipped from his lips before he had time to think.

He hated himself even more than before.

Ivan giggled, surprised that Ludwig had spoke. He saw tears starting to form in his eyes, slipping down his face while his cheeks burned red in shame and embarrassment. Ivan reached over, pushing the blond back onto the floor before placing a few kisses on his face, grinning to himself as Ludwig obediently spread his legs for him.

Perfection…

"Say please in Russian." Ivan demanded, humiliating an already shamed man.

"I-I don't know-" Ludwig started frantically, cheeks still flushed though he seemed to sound feverish now. Ivan started to move away from the German who whimpered loudly in need, seeming to suddenly be shameless. "I-Ivan, bitte…" He whined softly, voice choking on the broken pride with thick shame. He needed to be released. He needed this to end, and he wanted it though he hated to admit it. He wanted this so badly.

Ludwig bit down on his lip to try and muffle his pleading moan as Ivan sunk into him, teasingly slow.

"I like it when you make noise~…" Ivan panted, barely able to control himself. "Don't try to hide it, da~?"

Ludwig whimpered, shaking before he cried out as Ivan continued to pleasure him. He started to sob as he barely managed to hold himself together. Ludwig went limp after he was finished, Ivan soon following. After it was all done, Ludwig had turned away from Ivan, shaking and feeling disgusted with himself.

How could he do that to me?

Ludwig shut his eyes tightly, hands covering his face as he shook. "Look at me." Ivan demanded suddenly. The blond didn't even response to the older man. He kept his hands over his eyes, and he kept his eyes shut. He did not want to acknowledge the fact he had moaned like a whore. He didn't want to admit he had actually come before the older man. He didn't want to even breathe because that would mean he was still alive.

Why couldn't he have just killed me?

"I said look at me." Ivan hissed. He grabbed the blonde's arm and yanked the blond over until he was facing him. Ivan watched the blond man's face. It was fearful, near to tears for a few minutes before it subdued and he looked deeply sorrowful. Ludwig averted his eyes pale blue eyes which had long ago lost their bright shine. They seemed dull and almost dead. "Why are you making that face, Ludwig?" Ivan spat. "I don't get it sometimes. One moment, you're moaning like a whore and the next you're crying like I raped you."

How many personalities does he have?

Ludwig was too scared to speak. Fear kept his mouth shut because he didn't want Ivan to touch him. He didn't want to make Ivan anymore annoyed because if that had been Ivan being gentle, Ivan being cruel would be too much. He averted his eyes which only made the Russian even angrier.

"Look at me!" Ivan shouted. Ludwig jumped a little but looked at Ivan. Ivan suddenly smiled sweetly, his hand tracing the tips of Ludwig's face in an almost loving manner. "Ludwig, you're so pretty~." Ludwig didn't answer. He glanced over Ivan's face. He had to find something nice to say him. If he did, he might finally be left alone.

"Your eyes…" Ludwig whispered brokenly.

"Huh?"

"T-they're pretty…" Ludwig choked on his words now. "I-I… they aren't that scary…"

"You thought my eyes were scary before?" Ivan asked lightly though Ludwig had seen the violet fog a little. "What else did you think about me, Ludwig?"

"Ivan… I'm scared." Ludwig whimpered, moving away from him as Ivan seemed to seem so much subdued. He couldn't tell if it was a good thing the Russian had stopped yelling, or if it was horrible and going to come back to bite him in the end. He automatically feared the worst when Ivan didn't respond. "I'm so scared."

"Why?" Ivan finally answered. Ludwig felt taken back at the question.

"Why did you do this to me?" Ludwig whimpered, hating he sounded so submissive and weak.

"Because you're so pretty," Ivan scowled at Ludwig as he justified himself. He lay down beside the shaking blond, wrapping his arms around him and smiling sweetly. "I'll let you rest because you did a good job, da~? Just close your eyes… It'll be better when you wake up again. I won't let anyone else ever have you! So you don't need to worry about any of the other nations. I'll protect you from them."

Ludwig cried softly to himself again.

He had never been more scared. But he also felt a weird feeling in his gut. Why in the world would Ivan say he'd protect when he had been the one who hurt him the most? He hadn't thought it possible. He would stop thinking about it for now though. He didn't need to think about it at the moment…

Instead Ludwig closed his eyes and did what Ivan said he should.

He hoped it would be better when he woke up again.

A/N: In all seriousness... I don't know what to think about this myself other than the fact I was the one who wrote it! So why don't you all tell me about it! Leave me a little review~