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Disclaimer: Don't own Hetalia~

"What did I tell you about attacking me, Alfie?"

Alfred stared wide eyed at Ivan above his face. He tried shoving the Russian of of him, but unfortunately he couldn't find the strength to do so, so instead he resorted to pounding the Russians chest until Ivan grabbed his wrists in one hand and held them down.

"Now, what to do with such a naught boy, hmm?" Ivan said sadistically. Alfred tried to wiggle away, but Ivan leaned forward and bit his ear, softly. Alfred paused before he started yelling.

"No! Stop, please!" He yelled, trying and failing at getting away. Tears began streaming down his cheeks as he realized what Ivan was planning to do to him.

"Hush now, Fredka. If you relax, everything will be fine." Came Russia's thick accented voice. Alfred whimpered and struggled more as Ivan began tearing at the dress he was forced to wear. He was about to start screaming until Ivan's mouth covered his, shoving his warm wet tongue into Alfred's mouth, making him want to gag.

When Ivan pulled away, he took the stray piece of hair in between his fingers and rubbed it, causing Alfred to gasp.

"Hmm, what is this, Amerika? Does this..Arouse you?" He giggled rubbing Nantucket some more before pulling his hand away. He leaned into Alfreds small neck and greadily sucked on it, hard, wanting to leave a mark, showing everyone that Alfred was his.

"Stop! Arthur! Help me!" He yelled. Hearing this, Russia pulled away and stared into Alfred's terrified blue eyes before smiling and whispering,

"Arthur isn't here to help you, Alfie, and he never will be." Then Russia stuck his mouth against Alfreds.

Canada's head snapped up suddenly as he and England were walking. He stared ahead, but not seeing anything that was in front of him, but instead getting a flash of his brother, on the floor of a bathroom with Ivan on top of him. The feeling of anger, disppear and fear washed over him, almost making him double over.

"Canada? Matthew, are you alright?" Arthur shouted, grabbing a hold of Matthews shoulders. Said person blinked a few times, eyes a little watery.

"We have to find Alfred, now! He's in trouble!" Canada said frantically.

"What? What happened?" Arthur equally said frantically grabbing Matthews wrist and began running.

"I think Ivan is forcing himself onto Alfred!" Canada said, running beside England who had a look of fury cross his face. He didn't say anything, but the look on his face clearly told Matthew that he was raging on the inside.

Panting and sweating, the two nations finally came upon a house, which stood large and proud in the snow. Arthur looking a Matthew questioningly, who nodded. The dashed towards the house. Once reaching the door, finding in unlocked, they slowly and quietly opened. Once opened they stepped into a grand looking foyer.

"Are you sure this is the right house?" Arthut asked. He didn't want to breaking into some random persons house, but then again this was Alfred at stack so he really didn't care.

Before Canada could reply, a scream erupted from upstairs that sounded like Alfreds. Both nations dashed up the stairs and into the room where the yelling was coming from. They reached the room and stood at the door that lead to the bathroom and froze at the scene that was displayed in front of them.

Alfred was sprawled out on the floor, a line of saliva running down from the corner of his mouth along with tears streaming down his face. Ivan was placed into between his legs, looking like they had just caught him before he could take Alfreds virginity.

"YOU RUSSIAN SON OF A BITCH!" Arthur screamed and launched himself at the Russian, who snapped his head up in surprise. England tackeled him to the ground and they wrestled, throwing punches.

Matthew ran to his brother and picked him up off the floor and taking him down stairs where he hugged him tightly and buried his face into the bare shoulder.

"Oh, thank God we found you in time! God, are you alright, Alfred?" Canada exclaimed, his exceeding the usual speaking level. Alfred didn't reply, only subbing into his twins shoulder. He clutched onto his twins clothes like it was a life line and didn't move from that spot, afraid that he would be taken away again.

"It's okay, shhh, we're here Alfred. We won't let anything hurt you." Matthew murmured to his brother and ran his hand through Alfred's soft golden locks.

Yelling and banging was heard from upstairs and Matthew was a little worried that with all the fighting going on up there, the old house won't be able to stay strong.

After what seemed like forever, Arthur came down stairs. Alfred and Matthew looked at him noticing his many injuries. A large bruise was blossoming on his neck and cheek, along with a black eye. Blood dripped off his chin from his mouth. His hair was more dishelved than normal and his clothes looked like they were torn at.

"Alfred!" Was all Arthur said as he ran to Alfred and scooped him into his arms. "Oh, I was so worried for you! I though I- I'm glad your alright." He said, kissing Alfred's forehead, gently. Alfred wrapped his arms around Arthurs neck and buried his face into said persons neck.

Matthew wrapped his arms around both the nations and they sat there in silence, until Alfred spoke to both of them, "I love you."

A/N: D'awwww! 3 Heeheehee! Anyways, I'm sorry this chapter seemed so rushed D: Haha cause I rushed when I was writing it. For 2 reasons, 1 being: I was super excited to write it (yaay) and 2: I'm going prom dress shopping today and dad was rushing me to get ready XD

I know that it was a lame way to find Russia's house, but hey, at least they found it before you-know-what happened XD

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