Chapter Title: The Hurt

Rating: M

Genre: Angst, Horror

Summary: Fifth chapter in the Deal series. Years go by, Alfred stays close to Ludwig and the Berlin Wall falls. Ivan demands to see both East and West Germany for "dinner" at his house before they can be officially united. M rated for rape, molestation and minor violence.

A/N: Thank you all for letting me take so long in updating... It's summer and I've barely written anything (I've been writing, but I need to start finishing my chapters...) I'll update some others soon... I've barely been at home this whole summer... I'm so tired, my eyes are barely open...

"W-what do you mean he won't agree to any of the terms you set?" Ludwig demanded shakily. He tried not to look frightened as he sat across from his American friend. Alfred sighed and looked weary now. "I- I do not mean to sound… so rude, Alfred, but I… please tell me you won't let him set up the terms. I don't want to see him. I just want my brother back…"

"I'm afraid that doesn't seem possible." Alfred mumbled. "He already told me what he wants…"

"Alfred, please." Ludwig looked down at the table. They had been drinking coffee together. Alfred had been sleeping in his guest room for the past week since the United States and the Soviet Union had been communicating more often recently. Russia had been trying to decide if he should free East Germany, or Prussia. Alfred was giving him an extra push. He had needed to be close, and West Berlin was as close to East Berlin as someone could get.

"He wants to invite you and your brother to dinner at his home in Moscow…"

"D-dinner…?" Ludwig choked now, coughing into his hand before looking back up at Alfred, completely taken off guard. "No! That's a stupid idea! There is no way I am going all the way to Moscow-!"

"None of the Western Allies have ever even stepped foot there since the start of the Cold War!" Alfred said calmly though it seemed forceful now. He gave Ludwig a comforting smile though his bright blue eyes shined with worry. "I can't get you out of this one. I've tried, but he will not budge. I've tried everything, down to asking, to trade, to politics and finally threats… He will not budge, and he won't allow your country to unite until he sees you."

"I-If I have dinner with him? That is the only condition? My brother will be there, correct?" Alfred nodded at the German. "I just… just need to live through dinner; he will not expect anything else from me, nothing else?" Ludwig asked worriedly, though he seemed to relax a little when Alfred nodded again for reassurance, standing up to lean over the table to place his hand over Ludwig's shoulder. "He won't let anyone but me go, will he?"

"I'm so sorry, Ludwig… I've tried my best to find any other way. He's making it impossible. You're going to have to go alone…"

Ludwig took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He bit down on his lip before looking up and smiling slightly at his American friend. "Thank you, Alfred. For getting me this far, I could not have done it without you… But will you do me one last favor?" Ludwig pleaded softly.

"Yes?"

Anything for you, my dearest Ludwig…

"Tell him… Tell the Soviet Union that I beg him to allow the dinner take place in East Berlin…" Germany whispered quietly. "I do not want to go to Moscow. I want to eat in my own country, my Germany, but I shall go nowhere near his homeland."

"I'll tell him," Alfred agreed. He sat back down, watching Ludwig's facial expression. The blond had been a wreck after he had gotten him back. He had gone through the stages of denial. First he had claimed it never happened. He said he was alright, and Ivan had not touched him though the bruises and his actions made it clear. When Alfred had begged him to let him see his wounds, Ludwig had screamed at him. Ludwig had pulled away and demanded to know why Alfred was so worried. Ludwig said he was alright, and he wanted Alfred to leave. Alfred couldn't leave and it took a few hours before Ludwig finally allowed Alfred to help him. After Alfred was done, Ludwig's mood calmed and he was able to sit still and be quiet, almost scarily adopting his old mood. It hadn't lasted very long.

Next, Ludwig had been so angry. He was angry at himself for being unable to stop what had happened. He hated himself. He then blamed Alfred, but he had very soon apologized and broke down. He blamed himself mostly though a few names did slip from his mouth, but he always apologized afterward. He would always return to blaming himself. The stage of anger was brief before he got a hold on himself and apologized to Alfred for being what he thought was childish.

The third and longest step was bargaining, and when it first occurred, Alfred felt like it was the worst step. Ludwig would say he would never beg to be untied with his brother as long as he would never have to face Russia again. But being a nation made that impossible. And he was still scared of the East. He was still so frightened and shaken by the events which had happened that his health was dropping because of the stress. He was having such a hard time getting over it. He would sometimes plead with God, but he had never really prayed before. The last time he had practiced his religion was when he was a child. Now he was going back, but after a few months, he had given up again. He had cursed God and cried. And Alfred had never seen anything so pitiful as the once proud German man being so broken and torn up inside. It lasted four months and within that Ludwig begged more than he had ever in his whole life.

The fourth and worst step was depression. Ludwig didn't want to do anything. He only wanted to sit by the window. He wanted to sit there and stare outside. And he could do that for hours. He was quiet and calm, but he was so sad. At first, Alfred had thought Ludwig was all better, judging only by the fact Ludwig wasn't screaming or shouting or being angry or crying. He was being calm, and he wore a small smile whenever Alfred came to visit him. It was after a few days when Alfred realized Ludwig wasn't himself. Ludwig may have always been quiet, but he had always worked hard. Now he sat there, waiting and staring out the window. The house didn't become a mess though a thin layer of dust seemed to coat everything. Alfred had tried to get Ludwig to clean, but Ludwig hadn't moved. He had simply shook his head and refused to do anything. Alfred had to force Ludwig to eat. Ludwig went through life that week like a wind up doll. He woke up, got ready, sat by the window and stared out until Alfred came. They always sat until Alfred cooked dinner, and Alfred would force him to eat at least half the meal though the man had lost his appetite completely. It only lasted two weeks.

Acceptance didn't rid Ludwig of fear. Ludwig was over it in about five months. He was calmer and seemed to not think about it anymore. Alfred was able to hang out with him without being scared of being too touchy. Though Ludwig winced, he didn't object or become angry like he once did. Ludwig seemed to be content. He spoke to Alfred, and they were able to laugh. And for weeks at a time, even Alfred forgot what had happened to Ludwig.

There was only a few times, like when Ludwig was forced into shaking Russia's hand, when the young German would actually seem frightened after that five month period. The first time he had shaken Russia's hand, was for France and Britain's amusement. They had actually caught Ludwig in the hall, who was going to another meeting room to see the United States, when they had made him enter the room. When Ludwig had first saw Ivan, he had turned around, saying it was late, and he had to go. But Britain and France had a slice of his obedience and demanded he shake Ivan's hand.

They found it funny when Ludwig had actually whimpered in horror at the punishment and begged the two to have mercy. When they had laughed, he had taken a step back and trying to turn away to look for another exit. There being no other exit, forcing Ludwig to shake Ivan's hand. Ivan had giggled, smiling cheerfully at Ludwig who was shaking horribly, pulling away rather quickly, unwilling to speak or make eye contact with anyone in the room because of his newest humiliation and leaving with a rush.

A day later, after speaking to Ludwig about the dinner, Alfred had negotiated with the Russian to allow the dinner to take place in East Berlin with a plane ready to leave whenever Ludwig felt the need to leave. It had taken a long time and many threats and curses had been uttered, but in the end, it seemed to be completely worth it to the American.

It was dated in three days, and those three days came too fast for the young German man.

Alfred helped Ludwig down the steps of the plane. Ludwig was shaking horribly, unable to hide his fear anymore like he had in the plane ride there. Alfred gave Ludwig a gentle smile, hoping to rid his dear German friend of some fear, if only a little. "I'll be waiting here, okay, Ludwig? I'll fly you home myself, so don't worry."

Ludwig nodded, taking in a deep breath in order to calm himself, feeling much better after Alfred had given him a kiss on the cheek and the top of his hand. Ludwig was much better at receiving affection from Alfred. Alfred had been the one to stay with Ludwig so long, that Ludwig relied heavily on him to be there.

The nightmares had passed for the most part, but he was still in desperate need of learning how to react to people's affection.

Alfred was teaching him ever so slowly.

And now he was at the doorstep of his brother's house in East Berlin. Ludwig took in another breath, hands in tight fists before he knocked ever so slowly. It sounded almost like the footsteps of death.

The door was soon answered by his brother.

His older brother seemed healthy enough. "Hallo, Bruder!" Gilbert spoke cheerfully, hugging his younger brother. Ludwig shut his eyes, hugging back to seem polite. He was still frightened. He was still so scared. The memories of how harsh Gilbert had been rushed through his head, making him weak. He tried not to remember that the last time he had seen Gilbert, Gilbert had been on top of him. He had been in him. He hadn't been able to fight back. He- oh God, Ludwig was going to puke. Gilbert didn't seem to notice, only happy his brother seemed well.

It had been such a long time Gilbert had last seen his younger brother, and the note he had left on was so horrible. Now Ludwig was here. Ludwig did not seem shaken or broken. He seemed alright.

Gilbert would forever be in Alfred's debt.

"Come inside," Gilbert spoke softly. He smiled weakly; he should have known the fear would not disappear. Ludwig's facial expression was proof enough of that. It had been a while since he had last seen his brother, and the younger German still looked scared. Gilbert knew to expect it, but it still hurt. The guilt burned him more though. "Please don't pay any attention to Ivan. He promised to behave, and he's not stupid enough to risk a war this late when the Soviet Union is doing so badly."

"H-he's ill?"

"No." Gilbert shook his head. "He's in good health, the bastard is."

"Ach…" Ludwig nodded. He entered the dining room, glancing around to see Ivan walk in, he was drying his hands. The Russian looked up, seeming a little surprised before smiling innocently at the other man.

"You're here! My sweet little Germany, how have you been~?" Ivan asked cheerfully, walking closer to the other man. Ludwig's calm expression turned to fear, and he shook his head, taking a step back. Ivan didn't seem to notice, only moving forward a bit more to grab Ludwig's hand in his own. He placed a kiss on both before moving to place a gentle kiss on Ludwig's lips. The German man, shocked and even sicker, gave a shout of rage and fear. The German man pushed Ivan back a step, but in the process he nearly fell backwards as well, but Ivan caught Ludwig's arms, smiling. "Now, now, my lovely Germany, don't be like that~."

Ludwig didn't speak, looking down and pulling away. He glanced at his brother.

"I set the table, Ivan. Why don't you sit your ass down and eat the fuckin' food?" Ludwig noticed how hard it was for his brother to speak calmly. Gilbert looked like he was going to scream.

"Well, I was waiting for you to be a good little servant and pull the chair out for Ludwig, da~?"

"I'm fully capable of doing it my…" Ludwig began to protest, but the words died on his tongue, making him look down. Gilbert went to pull the chair out for his younger brother like he was told in order to please the Russian.

Gilbert served them and sat down.

The three ate in silence, and Ludwig barely ate at all.

He could not stomach it.

He felt so sick.

"Excuse me, Russia, but I'm going to use the restroom." Ludwig managed to say quietly. He stood up; face drained of color and clearly shaken. He turned to leave before glancing back at his older brother who gave him a weak grin.

"Why don't you get desert ready?" Ivan asked sweetly to East Germany, to Prussia, who was still rightly under his control. Prussia nodded, glaring daggers at the other man. "Don't say no to me again, Prussia. I'm doing you enough favors by sitting across the table from both of you. I should have had him, but I don't. Do not make me want him anymore than I already do because I haven't given up on him."

"Well you should because this is the last time you'll ever see him, bastard." Prussia hissed.

"I'm surprised you're able to face him." Ivan hissed hatefully at the Prussian who looked ashamed suddenly. The Russian now let a cute smile form on his face, smiling sweetly. "Get your ass out of here and do what I told you."

Gilbert gave him a nasty look before leaving the room.

Ludwig quickly scrambled out of the room, leaving Ivan alone while he hurried into the bathroom down the hall. Ludwig sighed heavily, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Ludwig touched his face. He looked so pale and weak and stupid. The German man frowned deeply to himself before he tried to remember how he looked before everything had happened.

Had he looked happy before this?

No, he doesn't remember looking outright happy.

His happiness had always been silent and invisible.

But had he always looked this pathetic?

Ludwig splashed water on his face, rubbing it dry with the towels under the sink, trying to appear proud and strong again. It did not work, and Ludwig only became upset when he did not achieve the result he wanted. He did not like the weak looking man in the mirror. The man was dirty and fragile, and the man could not be trusted. He may have once been innocent and gentle but now he was so wrong.

Ludwig sighed softly, letting a weary expression overtake his face as he opened the door to the restroom. He quickly shut the door behind him before taking a few steps deeper into the hall. Suddenly he stopped as he saw the Russian. Ludwig took a few steps back, wanting to go back to the restroom as he realized he could not go past Ivan and that Ivan was walking towards him.

Ludwig got to the door, hands on the knob when Ivan grabbed his hips. Ludwig stiffened, trying to pull away and trying to open the door though his hands were trembling horribly. He couldn't get a grasp on it, his palms were sweaty, and Ivan was starting to force him away from the knob. Finally, Ivan had managed to pull Ludwig completely away from the door. Ludwig's mouth felt dry and he tried to make a noise, but it was silent.

Ludwig struggled again, but he was only forced up against the wall, staring up at Ivan who smiling so sweetly.

"What is wrong, my little Germany~? Are you frightened?" Ivan purred sweetly. He moved his hands down to grope Ludwig. Ludwig lifted up his hands to try and force Ivan away, but he couldn't use any force. He felt so powerless. He whimpered again, trying to move away, but Ivan's hands held him in place. He touched Ludwig harshly, feeling the young German through his pants. The Russian let out a giggle when he saw Ludwig's fearful expression.

Where is Alfred?

Oh God, Alfred, help me!

"S-stop it!" Ludwig choked out, voice weak and shaken. Ivan giggled, starting to undo Ludwig's belt. Fat tears began to roll down the young German man's face as he tried to make the Russian stop. He remembered how Ivan had forced him onto the bed before. He remembered how his first time, he had been tied up to his own bed, the place he had been able to sleep in and be comfortable in for years suddenly becoming a place of nightmare and horrors. He remembered how all of the other times, how Ivan had taken advantage of the fact he was scared and he had lost all of his strength because of his fear and situation. He remembered all of the different positions he had been forced in and all the new humiliations. Ivan went on as if Ludwig was doing nothing to try and get away. He began to pull down Ludwig's pants, slowly and tauntingly as he watched more tears drip down from pale blue eyes.

"What's wrong~? We've already done this before, my sweet little Germany~!"

"P-please no…" Ludwig tried to pull away again, this time succeeding as he fell backwards. He fell onto his bottom, glancing up Ivan who was beginning to laugh at him. Ivan grinned down at the man who was on the floor already.

"So eager, da?"

"Go away!" Ludwig shouted. Freaking out as Ivan bent down, he summoned as much strength as he could muster up while so fearful, which was barely enough, to punch Ivan. Ivan was taken back for a few moments, which was enough time for Ludwig to get to his feet and hurry back out of the hall. Ludwig shakily fixed his pants and belt and turned around, hurrying out of the room. He skidded into the kitchen when he saw that Gilbert was not at the table.

Where was Gilbert?

Ludwig gave a shout for Gilbert, but he got no answer. The blond man began to stress out completely as he heard Ivan walking down the hall towards him. Ludwig could not leave his brother here. Ludwig tried not to choke. "Bruder! Bitte, komm hier!" Ludwig shouted in one last attempt to find his older brother before Ivan appeared.

Ivan grinned at him.

Ludwig turned tail and ran. He knew this house like the back of his hand, the place he grew up. There was a backdoor. All of the rooms had locks and windows. Too bad halfway down the hall Ludwig tripped and fell. He had lost all of his confidence while being drenched in fear. That was when Ivan got him.

Ludwig turned over, looking up at the man who had raped him so many times so long ago.

It was only moments before Ivan gave the young German man a sharp kick in the solar plexus. Ludwig fell weak and out of breath, he felt a sharp pain. He had learned how to recover quickly from such a blow, but he was drowned in pain and fear the he couldn't remember anything he had been taught. He couldn't defend himself anymore, and he expected this to be his end.

Ivan reached down, undoing Ludwig's belt with a teasing smile.

Ludwig wanted to cry, to scream for Alfred but no words could form on his tongue.

Ivan grabbed both of Ludwig's hands, tying them together with Ludwig's own belt. Ludwig began to cough, tears in his eyes as he finally managed to get a hold of his breathing. Ivan smiled at Ludwig's fearful expression. "Don't be scared, da~?" Ivan spoke cheerfully, forcing Ludwig to his feet. Ludwig felt so weak, and the pain was still so intense.

Ludwig tried to pull away, but he could not move away. He wished that someone would help him. He wished that Alfred would come to get him. Alfred had always protected him, and he had become so reliant on him…

Where is Alfred?

A tiny whimper made its way to Ludwig's lips, but he couldn't speak. He was too nervous and frightened to open his mouth.

"Look at you~! So scared? Why~? This won't be your first time~!" Ivan reminded the younger man cheerfully. He then forced the frightened blond man into one of the rooms. Ludwig found his voice as he gave a shout, screaming and trying to get away from the Russian man who pulled him into the room.

Ivan held still and pushed Ludwig onto the bed.

"Stop it, da~? You wouldn't want to upset me, would you?" Ivan giggled. Ludwig spat at the Russian. Ivan's sickly sweet smile did not disappear though it appeared even more false now. "You little bitch~!" Ivan's smile widened with his falsity. He grabbed the younger man's hips, forcing Ludwig onto his knees on the bed, bent over and ass in the air. Ludwig's bounded arms barely kept him steady in his current position as he tried to hold himself up.

Ivan chuckled as he begun to pull down Ludwig's pants. Ludwig cried out, scared and fearful. Slowly and tauntingly, Ivan slipped down Ludwig's underwear to reveal his pale ass to the world. The whole time, the blond shouted bloody murder, trying not to cry too badly. After the last of his protection was gone, he was already starting to shake and shiver, tears rolling down his red cheeks in shame.

"Oh look at you…~ you're so sweet and innocent, even after all these years!"

"P-Please just let me go back! I-I want to go back!"

Ivan couldn't believe how lucky he was.

Just one last quick fuck…

Ivan started to undo his own pants, making sure Ludwig stayed on his knees under him. Ivan smirked, enjoying that Ludwig was still squirming and wiggling under him. Ivan pressed himself against the blond man who still had his ass in the air. Ludwig was sobbing quietly. Ivan brought three fingers to the German man's face. He pressed them against Ludwig's lips until the blond opened his mouth to accept them. Ludwig was tempted to bite down as hard as he could, but Ivan licked his ear, leaning down a little. "If you bite, I won't prepare you at all… Remember how much it hurt before? It will hurt twice as much…"

More tears rolled down Ludwig's red cheeks, shutting his pale blue eyes as his jaw trembled. He tried to bite down. He wanted to cause his rapist some sort of pain, but he couldn't make himself.

He was too scared.

He was so pathetic and weak.

Where was Alfred?

Alfred was the strong one…

His time as a power had ended... and now he was trying to recover from his past horrors...

Ivan chuckled as he realized why Ludwig wasn't sucking nor biting. He should have known better than to think that Ludwig would really be a good boy. Ludwig wanted to bite him, wanted to with every last fiber of his being. Of course he did. He just couldn't do it. Ivan grinned, finding the situation almost silly.

"Let me humor you, Ludwig, da~?"

"W-what?" Ludwig's voice was shaking horribly. He already knew what Ivan was talking about though. He felt even more ashamed that he couldn't do so much as bite the person who was about to violate him again. He was so upset with himself.

"Just bite me, Ludwig, if that will make you feel any better~!"

Ludwig's legs trembled. Ivan was humoring him. He was saying that he would allow himself to be bitten. He knew what Ludwig wanted to do, but he also knew how hard a time Ludwig was having trying to do it.

"Just do it. It will make you feel so much better, won't it?"

Ludwig couldn't bite down. He shook his head, letting Ivan's fingers drop from his mouth and moving his head away slightly. Ivan did not bother to try and force his fingers back into the blonde's mouth. Instead Ivan paused and laughed sweetly to himself. The Russian man pressed his lips against the back of Ludwig's neck. He felt the younger man tense and shiver under him.

"You're so sweet even though you hate me~!" Ivan licked Ludwig's soft skin. It looked almost pure again. Ludwig was so beautiful, and he was so kind and gentle. Ludwig was too timid, and Ivan knew he did not deserve the young man under him. Ivan put a single finger in his own mouth, running his tongue along it in order to cover it thoroughly with saliva, deciding to give Ludwig one last favor before he destroyed him again. "Ludwig, don't cry anymore, da~? I said it before, I'm sure you remember, but I like it better when you moan~."

"I-I want Alfred!" Ludwig finally whined, crying louder now as he remembered how scary it had been. He remembered how Alfred had been the one who was waiting for him in the end, the one who had comforted him. He was the one who didn't touch him when he asked not to be. He was the one who was kind and gentle…

Ivan forced a pleasant smile on his face even though Ludwig couldn't see it. Ivan grinded his teeth as he tried not to let his annoyance show in anyway. He roughly forced his finger into the blond who gave a shout of pain. Ivan let out a spiteful laugh, sounding a bit angry and upset with Ludwig's words. "What do you mean, you want Alfred?" Ivan asked lowly, moving his finger around in Ludwig who begun to whimper, arms shaking as he tried to stay up on his knees.

Ludwig tried to speak, but his words became a jumbled mess of mixed German and English.

Ivan added another finger, continuing to stretch the blond slowly. He heard the man under him moan softly, legs shaking. Ivan couldn't help the shameless grin that formed on his lips. He added a third finger, making Ludwig cry out in pain. "Come on, why don't you tell me what you mean about wanting Alfred, Ludwig~?" Ivan added, moving another hand to pump the blond who was starting to become hard, simultaneously finger-fucking the blond and hitting his sweet spot dead on.

Ludwig moaned, still sobbing softly. "S-s-to-p…" He whined, breathing heavily now.

Ivan only chuckled as the man moaned and withered under him. "Look at you~ you're a moaning mess~. You little whore, talking about Alfred, but you're moaning for me, aren't you, Ludwig~?" Ivan simply continued until Ludwig came. Ludwig shivered and gave a moan of pleasure before he came. After that was done, he began to cry again. "You never told me why you wanted Alfred~!"

Ludwig only kept crying.

Ivan smiled sweetly, pushing Ludwig onto his back. "You might want to tell me now~."

"H-he didn't-…" Ludwig sobbed quietly, looking up at Ivan. "He-he was one who didn't let anyone t-touch me after I went back, and he didn't tell- tell anyone what ha-happened…" Ludwig sniffled. "H-he promised he'd protect me…"

There was a pause, and Ivan seemed to be thoughtful before he leaned down to press his lips against Ludwig's lightly. Ludwig squirmed and moved away. Ivan appeared a little hurt before he let out a childish giggle. "You're silly~! Now be a good little doggie, da~? Let me have my fun, and I'll let you have yours again~."

Ludwig let out a shout of protest, trying to move away, sobbing quietly. He hated that he was naked and completely revealed to the man on top of him. That he was in such a submissive position on his back under the man that had raped him multiple times. He hated that his hands were tied together with his own belt, and he couldn't do much to protect himself anymore. He hated that fact he was given a chance to at least cause some pain to the Russian, and he had failed.

He hated himself...

"Don't make me angry, Ludwig~" Ivan spoke cheerfully, raking his nails against Ludwig's arm. Ludwig whimpered, but he kept staring up at the man who was going to violate him again and again. Ivan never seemed satisfied. Ludwig expected to have his body toyed with until Alfred came to get him, or he died. "Last time you couldn't even get out of bed, remember~?"

Ludwig didn't respond to the Russian man, pressing his thighs together as tightly as he could. He would not let Ivan spread his legs like he was a whore. Ivan giggled softly to himself. He grabbed the blonde's thighs, slowly pulling them apart. It may have taken him more trouble than he thought was worth it, but he found it amusing. Ivan wiped the remaining tears from Ludwig's eyes. The Russian slowly positioned himself at the blonde's entrance, letting Ludwig dread what was going to happen next, teasing him as he pressed against him. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you moan~"

Ludwig didn't speak, his pale blue eyes staring up at Ivan. He felt so weak. He couldn't even find anymore tears to cry.

Ivan harshly penetrated the young man under him, rewarded with a sharp cry of pain. Ludwig groaned, trying to move away from his newest source of pain. Ivan chuckled, sounding amused. "Remember your first time?" Ivan asked. Ludwig bit down on his lip, trying to keep his eyes averted from the violet eyes which stared down at him. "It was in your bed in the West, and you were crying. You kept trying to get away even though you knew it was useless~."

Ludwig shut his eyes. It hurt so badly. He wished it would stop. He wished he was strong enough to make it stop…

"Now look at you, my sweet little Germany~ you act like you're all right, but I know you aren't! Why don't you cry more of your beautiful tears~? Or scream in that lovely voice of yours again~?"

Ludwig kept his mouth shut, swallowing his tears when they threatened to consume him, choking back hisses of pain or fear and ignoring the pleasure completely.

He tried to pretend he was not there.

He tried to protect himself from Ivan's presence by blocking off his senses to the world. But Ivan got through to him with cruel words and dark whispers of lust and hate.

It was only after Ivan's threats on his Prussian brother and his American friend did Ludwig began to respond to anything. First it was pleads before he noticed the pain then the pleasure than choked moans and sobs came next. "Just a little louder, da, Ludwig~? Moan for me in that pretty voice of yours, darling…~"

It didn't take long for Ivan to finish after that. He undid the belt around Ludwig's hands, and Ludwig to break down completely, sobbing and screaming. It was like the first time all over again, but this time it was worst. There was no Gilbert, and even if there was, he was no longer completely trusted and his comfort would be feared because it would involve touching. Ludwig had almost lost hope because Alfred hadn't come. He hadn't saved him.

It isn't his fault…

It isn't his fault. It is ming because I'm so weak and stupid…

It is because I rely too much on him.

Ludwig curled up into a ball on the bed, starting to calm down after a while. The blond man forced himself to sit up. Ivan sat on the edge of the bed, smiling sweetly at him. Ludwig jumped a little, trying to get a grip on himself now as he clutched the blankets he was on. Ivan paused a moment, glancing over the blond one last time, appearing hungry again.

"Hurry up and dress." Ivan mumbled, standing up. "I expect you out and back in the living room in ten minutes, da~?"

Ludwig didn't speak, waiting until Ivan left the room. The blond jumped up, grabbing the clothes and going to restroom. He shakily locked the door before turning back to glance around the small room. He cleaned himself as well as he could with his trembling hands before pulling the clean clothes on. He made sure he was presentable before he left the room again, trying not to appear as horrified or pathetic as he felt he was.

Ivan glanced over Ludwig before smiling. "You should probably go, da~? It would be bad if you tempted me again~" He spoke in a sweet, childlike voice, almost placing the blame on Ludwig. "So call the United States… he should pick you up now~ I'll get Gilbert… you might want to treat his head wound. I might have hit him a little too hard, da~?"

Ludwig only nodded, putting his hand in his pocket, only to realize his phone wasn't in them. They must have been in his other pair of pants.

"Ah… my sweet little Germany, your phone is on the kitchen counter… you might want to make sure it's not broken…~"

Ludwig nodded stiffly before hurrying there to retrieve it. Dialing Alfred's number with wavering confidence, he waited for Alfred to pick. It was on the first ring when Alfred answered. Ludwig opened his mouth to speak but instead of words, a soft cry came out and soon Ludwig was trying to cover his mouth, simply sobbing into the phone.

Alfred quickly shouted, starting to curse, pleading with Ludwig to get outside and as far from the Russian as possible.

All Ludwig managed was to say help.

A simple word but it was so hard to say.

After a few minutes, Gilbert was brought outside by Ivan. Ludwig was still crying even after Alfred had hung up on the phone. Ivan giggled, petting Ludwig's head before pointing at Gilbert who was still out cold, the back of his head a bloody mess, red blood turning his silver hair crimson. "You should probably help him~."

Ludwig stopped crying almost automatically at the sight of his dear brother in such a state. A soft shout came to his lips but it died and he began pushing the bloody and mattered hair away, trying to find the head wound in order to treat it as best as he could. Ludwig finally found the source, trying to remember how to treat it when a plane landed. Alfred was stumbling down the steps when Ludwig looked up.

The American threw his arms around the German, hugging him and placing a couple kisses on his cheeks and forehead. Shakily Alfred smoothed Ludwig's hair back. "Go back to the plane, Luddie. I'll take care of this." Ludwig stood his ground, clinging to his older brother. Alfred saw the wound and called out more people.

Within moments a medical crew was out and pulling Gilbert on a stretcher.

"What the fuck did you do to them?" Alfred hissed after Gilbert was out of sight, and he realized Ludwig wouldn't leave his side.

"Exactly what I've wanted to do since you took him away from me," Ivan said simply. He then smiled brightly at Ludwig. "If you ever want to visit me, don't be sh-"

"DON'T TALK TO HIM!" Alfred shouted angrily, sounding completely outraged. Ivan looked surprised before giggling at Alfred's anger which only frustrated the blond American man even more. "I'm the one who's talking to you, fucking commie bastard, so don't you dare even think about speaking to him!" Alfred glared darkly at the Russian.

Ivan snickered, grinning at Ludwig who still felt shaken. Alfred held Ludwig tightly himself, and Ludwig did not protest though he felt disgusted that he was letting himself taint Alfred's fair skin.

"Oh look…~" Ivan mumbled, sounding completely amused now. "Well aren't you trying to be a good little gentleman, eh, Alfred~? Charm him now, fuck him later~. Isn't that your train of thought? Oh you're so simple in the end, Alfred!"

Alfred felt his cheeks heat up.

"F-fuckin' commie, I'm not like you! I wouldn't do that to Ludwig!" Alfred hissed. Ludwig glanced up, making eye contact with the Russian who smiled childishly at him. "He's not yours! Come on, Ludwig. Let's go." Alfred growled, turning around and beginning to drag the German man off to the plane. He suddenly stopped and turned around to glare at his enemy one more time. "I'm taking Gilbert back. He's mine now! I'm going to help Germany unite with Prussia! I guess we can finally watch the Soviet Union crumble, eh, Ivan?"

"Fuck you, Alfred!" Ivan shouted back, seeming to be finally angered by Alfred. Alfred couldn't help but grin at the other nation's rage. It was one of the only times he had seen Ivan get worked up. Ivan tightened his jaw, trying to appear calm now. He smiled warmly at Alfred, his smile cracking a little. "I won't disappear until you topple yourself over, you capitalist pig~!"

"You'll have to be here forever then, buddy." Alfred grinned cheekily though rage was clear in his bright blue eyes. "I'll be here forever; the people love me, after all! Land of the free, home of the brave! I'm the one everyone wants to come to, you know?"

"Shut up," Ivan snarled, glaring as he watched Alfred laugh and lead the German man away.

And it was over.

Like everything else in the world, it ended… because nothing lasted forever…

Alfred just wished the nightmare could end for Ludwig.

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think? I want to say thing um... this one was more graphic than the others, and I am sorry about that if you don't like that or whatnot... I don't know how I wrote it or if I did right or whatever... How do you like the story plot? There's one last chapter... Being written... the others are still being worked on- eh... I'm so tired. Sorry guys... drop me a little review and I'll be really happy... I'm going to hit the hay... goodnight...