Quick warning! We got some non-con, technically rape, going on here, gets gruesome. This is what happens when I have a bad week and decide to listen to Rammstein while writing.
Alfred carefully removed the seat belt from around his and Kalaallit's waist before opening the car door and stepping out. Arthur walked ahead and opened the front gate for the other two nations as they approached Alfred's brick home. Alfred shifted Kalaallit onto his left arm as they walked up the porch, using his right to dig through his pockets for the keys. Succeeding he turned the knob and walked into the empty hall, Arthur shut the front door behind them and made his way down the familiar hall toward the bathroom.
"You go lay him down, I'll get the medicine." Alfred shook his head and walked up the stairs while Arthur rummaged through the bathroom cabinets. Leaving with an armful of medical supplies and a glass of water he climbed the stairs to the second floor. Arthur looked for the American as he approached the second hall, his eyes meeting 3 different doors on either side of the corridor.
"America? Where are you? Your house is to bloody big!" Arthur complained with a sigh as he leaned on the oak railing, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Over here, Dude! You British peeps just love to complain, don't cha?" Alfred yelled as he pocked his head out of the doorway of one of the farthest door to his right. Arthur rolled his eyes and made his way toward the American.
"If anything you American's are the complainers. Typical..." Arthur huffed as he walked into Alfred's room, adorned with various American war posters and flags. Ignoring the excessively patriotic room he approached the bed, Kalaallit laid comfortably intertwined with the flag quilt, breathing long, shaky breaths. Arthur knelt beside him and placed the glass on a nightstand near the headboard before opening his mouth. America jumped at the action, a slight blush forming across his cheeks as Kalaallit unconsciously licked his lips while Arthur pulled a thermometer out from under his arm. Arthur gently maneuvered it under his tongue and held his mouth closed while placing a bottle of medicine on the ground before the thermometer beeped, drawing his attention back towards the bed.
"100 Degrees. (37.7C) It's better but it's still a fever." Arthur grabbed the medicine from the night stand and uncapped the lid. America cringed at the smell and took a step back, Arthur smirked at the man's reaction and continued pouring the syrup into the cap. Taking Kalaallit's chin soothingly back into his palm he lifted and pried open his mouth before pouring the red liquid in. Kalaallit's face cringed as the liquid invaded his mouth and tried to spit it out before his lips were opened once more and a warm gush of water entered. Kalaallit took several gulps before relaxing and huddling back into the covers, invading the sunlight that escaped into the room through an open window across the room. Arthur grabbed the supplies from the floor and laid them on the nightstand for further use, before getting up and walking to the window. Shutting the frames as softly as possible he locked it shut and he closed the curtains before walking back towards America. Who was now neatly settled on the bed gently stroking Kalaallit's forehead, a contempt grin invading his lips. Arthur smiled at the sight and stood over Alfred silently before sighing and grabbing his arm, lifting him up from the bed and dragging him out of the room.
"Whoa! Dude, not cool!" America yelled as Arthur shut his bedroom door, Arthur sighed and gestured a finger to his lips.
"Quiet! Always so loud. Come on, we need to talk." Arthur walked toward the stairs as America childishly crossed his arms and leaned against the wall in defiance.
"America...you know he isn't going anywhere anytime soon, right now we have other matters to discuss. Your not a child anymore America." Alfred sighed and shook his head silently, removing himself from the wall and walking toward the stairs. Stealing one last glance toward his door before following Arthur down the stairs.
"Nnng..." I bite my lip to the blood as I feel my body being ravished, hands slipping up my shirt, rubbing gently against my curves.
"Please..don't..." There's a low chuckle from behind the blindfold before pieces of my shirt are ripped of me. I struggle violently against the ropes holding my wrists captive twisting them against the rough fibers, ignoring the blood already seeping from my raw skin. I thrash my legs against the large muscular body above me as he forces my legs apart, his fingers digging into my knee caps. Nails cutting through the loose cloth of my pants, into my skin till blood flows freely to the ground.
"Did you really think you could escape?" I shiver as he breaths against the nape of my throat before he grabs my chin, forcing me to look towards him before clasping our lips together. He nibbles against my lips, his tongue soothing the open wounds. I gasp as his hand slides up my torso before taking a nipple between his fingers and squeezing. His tongue invades my mouth as I moan against his lips, sweeping the muscle against the cravens of my mouth. I feel his lips curve into a smirk as he pushes me to the ground while keeping a firm lock my chin, I bite against his tongue as a warning before clamping down harshly. I continue biting until a sudden stabbing pain invades the side of my stomach. I stab my teeth against his tongue as my eyes fill with tears at the sudden break, kicking my legs against his hands violently as my stomach throbs. I whine as the pain numbs and my body begins to tremble, I thrash my head and scream as an unfamiliar pleasure invades my lips. The vibrations from his chuckle against my skin sending tremors straight to my groin. He takes one last flick against my tongue before separating from me, I gasp for air as we part a small stream of drool sliding from my mouth as I cough. He kisses my jaw line before inching away, continuing his ministrations from my jaw down to my neck. I clench my teeth, my last resort to stop the moans from escaping my mouth, until he sucks violently against my skin.
"Ahh~" I moan shamelessly as my body shivers while my back arches against the unbearable outburst of pleasure shooting up my spine. Have I been drugged?
"You like this, kleine?" He asks in a hushed tone, his hands roaming against my flushed skin. His calloused fingers circling over my exposed nipples, giving a gentle squeeze every other twist.
"Unn..." I moan once more before he edges away, I squeeze my wrists against the rope, opening several more cuts against them. The pain bringing me back to sanity before I melt completely under his god like touches. I wait until he distances himself before spitting in his direction. I smirk as he grunts in dissatisfaction, removing a hand from my knee. I take my chance and knee him in the shin before escaping his grasp as he covers from the sudden blow.
"So, like when are we going to tell the other nations?" Arthur let out a long sigh before he collapsed himself into the American's recliner.
"We aren't going to tell them." His voice dragged through the air as his hands massaged his forehead, attempting to sooth the dull throbbing.
"Dude! I'm so going to be the one that tells them right? I mean, I'm the hero! I deserve to be the one to tell them!" America shouted, completing ignoring the British gentlemen sitting across from him.
"America..." Arthur tried calling for the blond, forcing a sudden rise of dynamic in his voice.
"Just wait till Canada hears, he'll be so happy! His smile hasn't been the same since..." America went silent for a moment as his mind left the moment, watching the images of his dear brothers smile that never seemed to reach his violet eyes.
"Alfred..."
"And Russia! Oh man, now that I'm going to ENJOY! The look on that commies face!" America threw his fist in the air in an epic stance as Arthur withdrew his hand from his forehead, slamming it down on the surface of the armrest.
"For heavens sake, AMERICA!" Arthur screamed at the American, ignoring the pulsing running through his palm as he watched the blonde blink and withdraw his hand from the air with a dumbfounded expression.
"Huh, what?"
"We AREN'T going to tell them." Arthur's voice was stern as his face morphed to a frown.
"...Oh ha ha I get it! Good one! I thought you were serious for a moment there!" America let out a nervous laugh as he ruffled his messy bangs.
"I AM serious."
"...bu-"
"Alfred."
"What? You can't be!" America looked directly into the eyes of the British as he spoke, searching for a conflicting emotion.
"Well, I am. We can't tell them, not yet at least." Arthur forced his mood to lighten and spoke rationally toward the American, while the American did the opposite.
"But-"
"No! America...listen, I know you think that's Greenland but-"
"It is Kalaallit!"
"And what if it's not America! What are you going to say? Sorry?" Arthur raised his voice higher than he liked as he raised himself from the chair, towering over the other male.
"I-" America stuttered as he fumbled with the brown cloth of his bomber jacket, while looking remorsefully down at the wood flooring.
"Listen, I know how you felt...feel about Greenland. And I know that you think the person sleeping in your bed right now (no pun intended...okay maybe a little.) is him. But, that's just not enough. There's still a chance that it's not him, your rising your hopes. That's fine if that's what you wish to do America. However, don't drag the other nations into this dilemma. This could seriously hurt someone. Specifically your brother." Alfred eyes shot up to stare at the blood at the mention of his brother as Arthur let out a long sigh before sitting himself back down. Arthur watched as Alfred lowered his glare back to the floor, a look of guilt and shame holding flashing in his eyes.
"Heh, Russia might actually kill you this time." Arthur chuckled and leaned back into the cushioning of the chair hopping the sudden change in topic would lighten the mood, America did the same.
"Yeah...I guess your right. I'd kill him first though. Just saying." Arthur chuckled before his phone vibrated in his pocket, the loud buzzing causing Alfred to look up from the floor. Arthur dug his phone out of his pocket, his unicorn charm clanking against the plastic as he flipped open the device. Arthur opened the message and skimmed over it, before leaning further into the chair.
"Whats wrong?" America asked as he watched his favorite recliner swallow the Britain whole.
"We're late for the world meeting. That wanker is worried."
"Wanker? What-oh, France. Damn, I forgot about the meeting. Well, it's not like I can go..." America said with a smirk as he shrugged his shoulders, Arthur rolled his eyes at the gesture and reluctantly removed himself from the chair.
"I suppose I should get going then. As for you absence from the meeting today, you were sick. Your economy had a sudden drop, understand?"
"Yes, sir!" America yelled as he saluted Arthur.
"Good, keep an eye on Greenland then. His fever could have a sudden rise if he isn't cared for properly." America shook his head vigorously as he escorted Arthur to the front door. Opening the door they stepped outside, Arthur began to walk off the porch when America grabbed his shoulder.
"Can you do me one thing?" Arthur watched America's sudden mood change as the blonde withdrew a deep breathe.
"I know what you said is true but...could you at least tell Matthew? He's been in just as much pain as I have since Kal's disappearance, still is. Could you-" Arthur held up a hand, silencing the blonde.
"I had a feeling you would ask me this... are you sure?" Alfred stayed silent before giving a slight nod, Arthur rubbed his temples before giving in to the blonde with a sigh.
"Fine, I hope your right though, don't say I didn't warn you. But, I'm only going to tell Canada! The last thing I need is 15 countries harassing me about the poor lad." Arthur lowered his hand back to his side while smiling warmly towards America and continued walking of the porch with a small wave.
"Later, dude!" America waved as Arthur walked through his front gate and towards his car, getting in and driving away. Alfred waited until he could no longer see the car in the distance before walking back inside the house and darting up the stairs. Opening his bedroom door and slipping inside.
I admit, not the best chapter, I wanted to work on it more but schools been getting tough and I've been given a TONE of homework. So I figured I might as update something while I still have the time. I'll try to update faster, hopefully school with ease down a bit. I honestly can't wait to write the next chapter, continuing Kal's nightmare, the world meeting, heh America. I'm so generous.
And here's something to look forward to, a little hint. World meeting without America = Disaster.