Graphic Gang-Rape Trigger This chapter exists to flesh out everyone's processes.

In hell, there is no hope, love or mercy. It is very confusing and ironic. In Gangrape hell, there is no identity, loyalty, or time either. You may be passed around and around, but even though it has been hours, only minutes have passed. No one will wonder where you are.

He started to rape Alfred. Everyone, even Russia, was stunned, standing there unthinking. It wasn't until Alfred was being raped anally that they realized what they were seeing was really happening. How come England was doing that? Why England doing that? Weren't they just supposed to beat him up? Is that what they were supposed to do? Did everyone agreed to that? Surely this was all just a mistake, or something, or only England supported this. Except… England loved America. He wouldn't do this unless everyone else wanted to. It was either this or some unspoken punishment.

"Ah, you're drooling so much", England said as he orally raped Alfred, the boy who loved him most in the world, and the one he loved the most. Once he was done, Alfred looked down and said "Please". He didn't yell, didn't curse. Just said please. To whom, unknown. What for, a vague idea. To stop, to tell? Tell what? Why rape him, or if they still loved him. Why stand there, and ignore your conscious, and allow your friend to be raped? For love, compassion, mercy? He went unanswered. Arthur tried to not care.

He was a gentleman in ungentlemanly times. He wasn't hurting Alfred, he was hurting… someone else. France, no, though he hated the bastard. Just not this much. A human, maybe? What about a peophile, for just desserts? "Begging for mercy already?" he said, the trick already working. "You know that trick isn't going to work."

"You'll regret this, you bastard!"

"... Not as much as I'll enjoy it." He was enjoying this!? Enjoying this?! What in the hell happened, and how did they get there?! In fact… "Russia, you can let him go. I've got him." His penis was out.

"STOP IT, ENGLAND!" This couldn't happen, this couldn't happen, this couldn't happen, this couldn't happen, this couldn't happen, this couldn't happen, this couldn't happen, Arthur wouldn't do this, this couldn't happen.

"I swear, if you - Aagh" It was slightly in. It felt very, very gross, a vast understatement, this thing inside of him. It was rough skinned snake defiling him. How could he ever had imagined this in his dreams were it was just the two of them, together in love? Consensually?

"What are you going to do?", Arthur asked genuinely. Maybe he would escape. They couldn't do it to someone who wasn't there.

"F-fuck, it hurts. IT FUCKING HURTS!"

"Good", England said, surprising even himself.

America paused. Arthur really did hate him. "BASTARD!"

"Now everyone can watch you squirm as I fuck you." Alfred started cursing with hatred on his tongue. Alfred was feeling the dirtiness he was feeling. He pushed him to the floor. "You must be feeling it by now. How deep in the shit hole you got us all into." None of them wanted to do this, but yet they were doing this. How could America force them into this conundrum?

Arthur kissed him. He always wanted to kiss that boy with such a sweet face, and it was now or never anyway. The others wouldn't dare do it. They probably hated him too much. Why else would they stand there?

Once again the spokesman tried to interrupt. "T-the banks … we're-"

"What!? You think that it will solve everything!? You think that it will happen … overnight?!" At the end he forgot that he was supposed to be talking about the economy. The banks wouldn't solve everything, nothing could solve everything! His friend was being raped, his other friends didn't give a shit, and the medicine wasn't working. Dark emotions swirled inside him and hardened, crushing him from the inside. He took a sharpie and wrote what he felt on America's head. Guilt.

England turned around and noticed France. Was he even there earlier? He seemed to be smiling for some odd reason. He hoped that it was forced. He never thought of France as a sociopath, let alone a cold blooded actual rapist. He asked if he wanted a turn. France said "of course".

England forced me to take over because he was feeling sick. America was upset, but I didn't mock him as I did so. I found it disgusting so I passed it on to Italy. He was easily the most weak-willed, and therefore the least likely to protest at what he had to do. His brother joined in, probably to make sure he did it so they wouldn't get in trouble. They insulted him while they raped him. I went to the bathroom so I didn't see too much of what happened.

Japan watched as he saw someone he had fought with and cared about get raped by his two german allies who were taking over for the Italies. Former allies. Like him.

No one wanted to see this, but they were watching any way. The longer they stood there, the more likely it was that they would have to give whoever was doing it a break. But he watched for two reasons. One was because he hoped that something would fall from the sky and everything, for it already seemed that surreal. The second reason he did nothing was because he didn't know what to do. Everything thing felt half and half, 50/50. He half felt like going there to stop it, and half going there to beat him. He felt half like speaking up, yelling at them to stop it, and half like remaining quiet. The polls before this were also divided, with only half still liking America. He felt torn apart. The only thing he could do was cling to the past from before, before all of this, before any of this. Even then he didn't speak up at crucial moments. So what was he going to do now?

China watched as Japan approached America. He was probably going there to rape him. He was surprised that he wasn't surprised. Did think that lowly of Japan, or was it just this situation? Everyone had to act as one, otherwise there would be random violence. Not that this was much better. But still, one man could do nothing. As much as he disliked it, he should probably also rape him briefly. Japan was going to do it at the same time, so he probably wouldn't notice. He hoped everyone else did, though. He shuddered, thinking of what would happen if they didn't. He sighed. America was a pervert like France. It wasn't like they were beating him.

The Germany brothers stopped. He was not being raped at this moment. He smiled and laughed briefly, softly. This wasn't something he should be thankful for, this was something that he should take for granted. Maybe he had grown up? He gave a laugh as small as his spirits. A cold hand comforted him, holding the side of his face. It was Japan.

"Japan!"

"America-san… How could you let your pretty face get this dirty?" Dread and sadness showed themselves on Alfred's face. "I should help you get it clean again." Japan seated America on his lap. America felt China touch his back.

"America, when will you be able to pay back your debt? How long are you going to keep spending it on more oil?"

"Do you know how much you owe Japan and I aru?" His pants were finally off. "We love that you buy our goods, but this recession is unacceptable, aru." He started to rape his anus.

"N-no, please!" China had entered. "China!" Okay, he couldn't take both China and Japan hurting him. Japan had fought with him, but they were supposed to be allies who traded culture and were nerds together. Alfred was the one who had thought the best of him. Yes, there were strains between him and China, but he had a lot of China's people in him, and even though he got into a war to free him, China still saw fit be be a backstabbing asshole. He hoped that he would pass out, so he wouldn't experience this any longer. He felt like he was going to pass, barely being able to move his limbs, a tiredness overwhelming him, but it wasn't to making him unconsciousness. The only thing he could do was experience being raped. "AH-!Oh God"

"I hoped we showed you how much we're enjoying this", said China.

Alfred was moaning and yelling at the same time. His body was burning, burning in Hell. What had he done, what did he do? He passed out briefly, unconscious for only seconds.

The first thing he said was "Please, no more."

Someone lifted his head. He heard a mumble. It was Russia. America couldn't hear what he was saying, and it didn't matter. He knew what he wanted. Russia nudged him towards his crotch. "I-I don't want", started America, hoping that this nightmare would just end already.

"Open your mouth, America." Russia was pressing his dirty penis that he pissed out of to his mouth. "Open your mouth." Russia pushed it in. "Don't bite, okay. Or I'll get my pipe." With China still holding on to him, Russia raping him, his body paralyzed, and Japan under him, doing something, America felt powerless, weak. He wanted to die.

France was taking a photo.

"What are you doing?", asked England. What happened would be burned in his memory forever, so why the Hell was France taking a photo?

"Taking a picture of this", said captain obvious. "Want me to send it to you?"

"France, that's a bad idea", said Germany, fidgeting with his fingers. Apparently taking a photo of someone being raped was bad, but rape itself is fine, England thought bitterly.

Romano threw a paper ball in the trash. "It's fine as long as our faces aren't showing." So this was all fine, apparently, Germany and Prussia thought bitterly. Romano stood up. "It's not often we see America so humiliated and powerless."

France had never heard Romano act like that before, reveling in someone's pain. He clenched his fist. How could America soil the innocence of everyone around him? What they do? All they did was listen to him since he was the one with the big money and loud mouth.

"Make him face towards me", France said, sounding out a calm anger. He looked at his phone instead of Alfred. "If you ever try boycotting me again I could use these pictures against you. They're turning out rather nice." He looked towards him. "Shall I send one to your previous boss?" Alfred looked away. France turned his face towards him. "Don't you look away from me. Alfred chomped hard on the fold between the thumb and index. France screamed and slapped him.

"France! We promised not to hit him aru!", yelled China. They weren't supposed to hurt him.

Francis glared at him before deciding to ignore the hypocrisy. "Did you not see what he did? He hit me!" He looked towards Alfred, and his feelings consumed him. He hit his child after taking of him being raped. "Merde."

"That wasn't very nice", said Russia, grabbing Alfred's face, about to force his cock back into it. "Your pretty mouth shouldn't be hurting people like that." Japan looked upset, almost like he was about to yell before he raised his head, and realized how many people there were. He ducked it back down.

"P-please don-n't k-keep groping him like that."

Russia ignored him. "Come here", he said when the oral rape was done. America coughed, and Russia stood under him, grabbing the body.

"N-NO! LET GO!"

Russia seated America on top of his penis and raped him. "You're still pretty tight after all that."

Feliciano, the youngest and most immature man in the room (barring the one that they raping) covered his ears. They weren't like him, they couldn't get away with that. He was weak, empathetic. It was obvious that this pain was also hurting him, that he wanted to go away somewhere where things like this didn't happen, and friends were always there. They could pretend, he couldn't.

They grew even madder.

"Ah… STAY AWAY!" Arthur was standing in front of him.

"I SAID STAY AWAY!"

"Wh-?" England was surprised. America must have consented to this, he had to. He collected enough powerful anesthetics to kill a horse, so the only reason why he would still be awake would be sheer will power. If he didn't want this, then why was he conscious? Russia even had to help separate his legs. "Perhaps I should have brought the spreader bar instead."

"I'm surprised your legs haven't gone numb by now." He separated the lips of his pseudo son's penis with a flat piece of glass.

"ARGHH. Go to hell, Arthur!"

A nation is almost never called by a human name, for they were nations; no one cared about their human side. Even among close allies, it was never thrown around. Alfred tried to speak to England's soul. He silently winced and glared. It was impossible to stop it now. He stomped on Alfred's penis. "Aaargghh ! No, please!" Why was he so intent on trying to make him feel guilty?

"So maybe this is more to your liking?", he said as he softly rubbed the penis with his foot.

"Aag!" Once

"This part of you isn't saying no", he reason aloud. They didn't want to, so it wasn't their fault. So they blamed it on the man that they were raping.

"Arthur! No! PLEASE!"

"W-why? Arthu-"

"You're clearly enjoying this, aren't you? Are you fine? Don't you want release?" England kicked his penis as Russia raped his anus.

"PLEASE! I'LL FIX EVERYTHING!" At some point Russia stopped raping him. He didn't really notice. He notice when Russia insulted him, and he shitted out the semen, but that was only because of one thing.

It meant that he was still in Hell.

Then you came and rescued him. I had to restrain you while England talked to you. Eventually, he realized that he was the only one who thought a rape would happen. I skimmed through some of it, but that is how the rape happened. Any questions.

Matthew got out of his seat...