Alfred promptly put Arthur into his rightful tent when they returned to camp. As he pulled back to exit the tent, Arthur grabbed him an expression of fear on his face.

"A-Al..." He moaned quickly fading into sleep.

"It's alright Iggy, just sleep for now alright?" And with that voice wishing him off, how couldn't he? No one was acting normal today...


Arthur awoke several hours later to darkness and light voices.

"Can you believe Iggy passed out? Ivan wasn't even acting that wierd! Then again I haven't seen him since it happened... I swear if he raped Iggy or something, I'll deck him."

"Ivan violar a Arthur? ¡Ja! Dulce justicia!"

"Antonio! Shame toi! Vous ne devriez pas rancunier!"

"Ve~, Do you guys think I should make Brother England pasta?"

"ITALY! I told you no pasta!"

"Okay, Germany~!"

"Italy, You have to agree with me after what he did when he kidnapped you in the world Wars!"

"SPAIN!Shut the fuck up!" Italy shrieked.

"What is he talking about?"

"Germany why don't we sleep now, si?" Sounds of Feli dragging Ludwig off were miniature in the air. Then the Spaniard dragged of Romano.

"We should get to bed as well." Came a french accent.

"Hey, France...Can I stay with you?"

"Scary stories frighten you?"

"...No..."

"Come on, you 'fraidy cat." The last two voices disappeared, and Arthur tried to return to sleep. His tent unzipped and his eyes hit the door. Had Ludwig come to kill him?

No, only Sanderson the sand man.

He asked for a big dose and drifted off.


"Arthur. Oh, Arthur, wake up."

"Go away Francis!" A hand gripped his throat.

"Do not mistake me for that filth." Artie looked up...Ivan.

"Ivan!" he choked. "I'm sorry, alright? I'm bloody sorry! But please don't kill me!"

"Give me a reason." Ivan grinned with malice.

"I'll do anything, just please, please! Let me live!"

"Really? Anything? Art my little friend you just said the one thing to stop me..."

"Wha-What do you mean?" Arthur said shaking.

"You should know that."

"I-Ivan... please, I know you aren't a lustful person... Please, reconsider?" Arthur begged.

"You are correct Artie. I'm not doing this in lust though. I'm doing it to hurt you, humiliate you, to see you as low as you get...I'm going to fuck you senseless, my little whore."


End! Sorry, please no kill!