((This chapter is rated M (NC-17) for Mature themes, sexual contents and coarse language. If there's any issues please contact me!))

So this is where the story gets a little out of hand compare to the Aku No Maple video. I thought about perhaps having a "Daughter of Evil" like part where we see what darkness America is. And yeah, he's a jerk alright.

The chapters are short, but I want to update as often as possible. I kinda was late on posting this because of real life stuff but I promise to do my best to update at least once a week (maybe more ;) ).

I've also wanted to point out that I changed the story title to Aku No Maple - Country of Evil seeing as this isn't really just about the Servant of Evil part of the Vocaloid story. ^^

Alfred sighed.

One thing he detested while getting a blowjob had to be the exaggerated fake moans coming from the other person's throat. It sounded disgusting and turned him off to no end. Sometimes the other person could even sense it and then tried to suck harder, which also meant more moaning.

Bringing his newspaper down on his chest

he looked down at the naked body that was crouched between his legs. He couldn't see her face since it was hidden with her long light brown-colored hair and red bows but he knew even without looking at her that her cheeks were filled with his self and she was blushed with her eyes closed, concentrating on the job she had been ordered to do.

"Fucking bitch," Alfred thought as he threw his readings away from his body and grabbed Hungary by her hair. Of all the countries he had met she had showed herself to be the feistiest of all the women, and right now she just seemed to be like all of the others: too submissive and not ready to bring some real action inside the bedroom.

Against his hold he felt Hungary – Elizabeta he remembered – raising her head and letting go of his shaft. "Sir America, it is not what you want from me?"

He made sure to meet her eyes and saw death. He couldn't understand it, but the fire that once reigned in her had been brought down. She didn't give a damn about anything anymore, and even if he was to order her execution on the spot chances are she wouldn't even fight against it like she would have done once before. He noticed that she was ready for anything he would bring her and only because he was who he was, and deep down rage built up inside of him.

He could always lead later. Right now he needed a good fuck, and not just a simple pitiful blowjob from a little European bitch.

When he just couldn't watch the gross thing between his legs anymore he grabbed her by the shoulders hard and threw her on the bed, her breasts boucing it off underneath her chin. It had surprised her just as much as the sudden rage had surprised him, but for the first time since she had walked into his room there had been a spark in her eyes.

He growled as his hands went down to her breasts and began pinching her nipples hard. The bitch left out a loud cry and he felt something warm coming near his knee. Instinctively he brought that knee up and began rubbing it against her private region, making Hungary arch her back when she shouted once more.

"Looks like she needs this fuck just as much as I do," Alfred grinned. Without any more foreplay he decided that now was just as good as any other time and decided to take matters in his own hands.

He got down the bed at the foot of the bed, pulling Hungary by the ankles as he did so. Alfred didn't give much of a thought when the woman on her bed tried to closed her legs together: that fucking slut had her chance to ride him the way she had liked to and had failed so miserably. Now he was pissed off and needed to get this anger out of his system. He pulled her all the way to the end of the mattress, her legs now spreaded to his sides as he entered his large cock inside of her without lube or protecting and began pumping her raw hard. Hungary cried out as loud as she could and Alfred knew that he was hurting her. But he couldn't care less of the level of pain she was going through, as long as he would get what he wanted.

Thus how things had been for as long as he could remember them.

He got his dick in and out of Hungary's wet warmth as hard as he could as he grabbed the bedsheets where her hands had been. He closed his eyes as he kept pumping, looking for that spot to hit. Once he opened his eyes, still being at work, he realized that she had already come, possibly even twice.

"Please..." She panted. "Sir please I... I... Oh my God, Sir!"

Trying to ignore the cries Alfred managed to let himself go inside of Hungary, the ecstatic pleasure not included in his orgasm. This wasn't about having fun; all he had wanted was to release himself without having to use his hand once in a while and that was it.

Once he finished Alfred quickly removed himself from near the bed, picking up some of Hungary's clothes before throwing them at her. "I'm going for a shower. You better be long gone before I come out."

But before he got to the bathroom door he felt a hand grabbing his right wrist. He turned around to see a crying Hungary limping on the ground towards him, most likely unable to walk from his raw fucking. Her naked body came to rest against his leg as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Sir, please... Tell me you love me. Tell me I was good for you, sir please!"

And right as he realized that she was attempting to get up and meet him with a kiss he slapped her on the cheek with his free hand as hard as he could hit. She fell on the floor, still naked and wet between her legs but her hands to her face.

Don't you ever touch me again with your dirty hands you fucking bitch! He had wanted to shout as loud as his lungs could let him.

"You better be gone by the time I come out of the bathroom."

Slamming the door shut behind him he sat down on the floor with his back against the white cold door. He had everything he ever wanted on this planet. Everyone was to bow down to him and welcome him as the hero, the leader and the most important person. If this was the case why did everyone and everything seemed so shallow to him, and why was it all making his so fucking mad?

Alfred got up, thinking that now was not the time to start fussing about whatever he had in mind. He was probably making stories up in his head, like the idea that his followers would deceive him someday.

Now that could never happen; everyone loved him, cherished him and brought him whatever he desired. Life was perfect, and becoming independant from his father's hold had been the best decision he had ever made.

Yeah, he was the fucking best.

xXx

There were good things about being the center of the world and its ruler, but as Alfred watched a small man entering his office he couldn't help but to think that there were bad quirks about the job as well.

He sighed for the millionth time today, already anticipating the reason of Switzerland's visit. Without speaking a word Alfred waited, watching the same charade every single visitor attempted when they entered his office: a simple bow with the right hand on his chest, pause, and a greeting sometimes in the country's official language.

"I am humbled that you have accepted my request to meet, America sir!"

There was fear in Switzerland's voice, Alfred noticed. He had to admit that it pleasured him to see that even the world's most neutral country was now afraid of what America could do.

This meeting might be interesting after all, Alfred thought to himself. Surely any meeting could be the one he had just finished with Ukraine and her non stop crying and shouting.

"Sup, Switzee?" Alfred plainly replied.

Alfred saw Switzerland's shoulders twitch at the sound of the name, making him smile with amusement. Only Liechtenstein had been allowed to call him by what Alfred called his pet name, and while other countries would have probably been smash to pieces pretty hard it was never the case for America.

Switzerland's head was still bowed down and had his eyes closed as he began his request. "I come here today to ask of you to push away your loan payment deadline as our countries have been hit with severe dry weather, and most of our crops have died throughout the last weeks."

All that Alfred could hear was "blah blah blah", except for one word that caught his attention. "Our? Do you mean to say you are speaking for others, Switzee?"

Alfred had hit a nerve. "Euh, yes. I am speaking for myself and also for my sister, Liechtenstein."

"I see." Of course Alfred already knew that much, but Switzerland didn't visit much, and Alfred simply missed playing around with the guy when he didn't show up for months. "And where is your so called sister at the moment?"

Switzerland made a movement with his head and looked back at the door he had come in. Alfred thought it had been an accidental movement from Switzerland but even so Alfred was glad.

"Have her come in." He ordered.

The doors then opened and a small blonde girl showed up, candy pink colored dress and a purple ribbon in her hair. She walked slowly, her eyes already wet from fresh tears and her hands together in front of her.

No one spoke a word until she bowed awkwardly at Alfred and then got as close as she could to her big brother.

"Tell me," Alfred began. "Switzee speaks the truth about the crops?"

Sudden realization came to Liechtenstein. "Only I can call him that!"

In a quick movement Switzerland pulled his sister's hand down so she could bow. Alfred watched as he saw that the fear in Switzee's eyes had grown radically within a second, most likely fearing for his sister's life at the moment. He also noticed that the small man was holding his sister's hand tightly with a hand that was trembling as hard as an earthquake.

"Please Liech, apologize to mister America."

"But big brudder -"

"Do it NOW!"

The words echoed inside Alfred's office. He didn't speak a word, his left cheek now leaning against his left fist as he enjoyed the pain and fear that was growing in front of him. His eyes remained on the girl for a moment, and remembering what she had just told him gave him one hell of a boner.

"Tell me," Alfred began as he got up from his seat and made his way to the siblings. Once he got to Liechtenstein he took her chin with his hand and slowly raised her head so that her eyes would meet his. "Has your so called big brother taught you good manners towards your elderly? Perhaps I might have to teach you a few lessons of politeness."

Alfred felt her whole body shaking and knew that she would probably never talk back at him. A smile grew on the corner of his lips and he tried his best to hide it by biting his lower lips, knowing too well that he was still aroused by her brief moment of courage.

"Please! Leave her alone!" Switzerland begged next to his sister. Alfred didn't even turn his head to look at the pathetic thing that was now kneeling on the ground, a small puddle of tears near his knees.

Alfred sighed. Not much to do with these two anymore, he thought as he released the girl and turned around. "I'll give you a month, Switzee. No more."

A breath of relief came from behind him. "Thank you, sir. Thank you."

In a short moment though Alfred turned around, the grin on his face even bigger than it had been earlier. "But mark my word: if by any chance you get to be just one minute late, I'm taking her from you and she will have to repay me the way I see fit."

Random babbles of promises were heard but Alfred didn't care for them. He turned his back from everyone and waited for them to be gone out of his office – waited to be alone in his darkness – before he sat again in his chair, his cock still hard from all the ways of payments he thought he could do with Switzee's little sister.

It was how things were now. Countries came for favors. Some countries got the favors paid in ways he wanted. It had been the main reason why Hungary had come to sleep with him the night before after all. He ruled everyone, and if things didn't go his way he knew easily how to manipulate every single soul on this planet.

Leaning back in his chair Alfred began to stop thinking about the matters and to think for himself. Bringing his hand down between you're his legs he began to rub his large hardened bulk over his pants. Once he almost couldn't control it he sat up and got to his phone where he pushed the button to his secretary's desk.

"You called monsieur?" Seychelles's voice was pure angelic, and hearing it almost made Alfred come ahead of time.

"Please come to my office? There's a matter to which I would like you to take care of." He grinned as he did his best not to get his hand down there again.

"Oui, monsieur," Seychelles replied softly.

Good girl, he thought.

Canada's first chapter is coming up next.

Also, I may have text in other languages at times (most likely French as I am francophone) but if there are lots of lines I will be translating them at the bottom of the chapter. We'll see where this will go in the near future ;)