Well then, here's the ending to Connection! I really need to work on the other stories…but yup~ This chapter contains rape, a bit of AmericaxJapan, and mental breakdowns~ On top of language of course. Have fun!

I, of course, own nothing other than the idea for this story.

"I want to take some pictures at the university."

Arthur almost spat out his tea. "What? Kiku, you can't possibly-!"

A cold remark shut him up effectively. "Can't possibly what, Arthur-chan~? I know of a few halls that barely have any visitors. I can easily set up a photo-shoot there."

"People might recognize me!" The sandy blonde understood he was a bit skinnier than before, but Alfred had recognized him and as much as he wished to be with the confident git again, he knew he couldn't. He was too far beyond repair.

"Oh Arthur-chan, you'll come in through a back door, besides, not many of the others came to the university…and no one remembers the face of a teenager who disappeared two years ago." The words were harsh, but they both knew they were true.

The police had tried to look for him, but Kiku was good at covering his tracks. In the end his disappearance became a cold case, his file already getting covered with dust at the station. For a while a rumor spread about his older brothers selling him off, then of his mother abusing him.

His family apparently moved away after that. Kiku had taken him to the empty house to prove that he truly had been abandoned a year ago. That was probably when his desire to leave completely disappeared.

"And then I was thinking we could crash one of the fan gatherings. There could even be a touch session."

Arthur shivered visibly. Out of everything in his new life, the touch sessions were the one thing he couldn't get used to. It was something Kiku had started once he realized how much the fanbase would pay to see, to feel the actual thing they were spending hundreds of dollars on photos of. He never learned how much Kiku charged the fans. All he knew was that the more minutes the higher the price. There was no need for a deal of some sort, since the fans seemed willing to spend every penny they had to stroke his hair and cheek.

The sessions were never planned, never shown on the site. Instead Kiku would check the forums to find where there was going to be a meet and take Arthur in an outfit. It didn't happen for every meet and it wasn't only for local meets either. Kiku had said it helped boost the fanbase. That the surprise was part of the reason they went.

Blinking away his horror, Arthur reached for a piece of toast and began spreading jam on it. "So I guess I'll be dressing for school. Which year?" It was hard to sound disinterested, especially when it came to the 'cosplays' he wore.

"Many people were requesting another middle school shoot. But I recently acquired a female uniform for the university. I was thinking of using that. Of course I've made some necessary changes to the outfit." The asian smiled, taking another sip of his tea before getting up to go grab the outfit from his bag.

The dirty blonde felt his heart begin to beat faster. He was going to get to wear a uniform from Hetalia University! True, it was the girl uniform, but still! A smile slipped across his face as he thought about it.

Then Kiku walked out with THAT in his hand and the smile broke. "H-Huh? I thought no one liked the wig…" Yes, the wig. It was something Kiku had apparently bought during high school, and it was just a coincidence that it perfectly matched the color was precisely that of the Brit's. Yes, it was just a coincidence. Just like the coincidence that the dark haired boy knew all of his measurements and what made him beg for more.

"It looked somewhat odd before, but I fixed it up. Now there are pigtails." Carefully waving the wig in front of the other, Kiku grinned smugly. "I'm positive this will start the fanbase asking for more photos of crossdressing."

"Oh. Joy."

"Don't be like that. Now get dressed and we'll head out."

Arthur never thought he would be here and it took all of his energy to keep his eyes dry. He had a feeling Kiku would use this against him even more if he realized the affect this blasted university had on him. Luckily, he kept passing mirrors, meaning his attention was drawn from that thought process easily.

He had to admit, Kiku was good about things that had to do with fashion and he was starting to wonder if there was anything the Japanese male couldn't do. The green eyed boy didn't look like a boy at all. He wasn't a sexy girl of course, but the plaid skirt and black sweater vest, along with the thigh high white stockings and black mary-janes definitely made him look, dare he ever mention it, cute.

And the long, pigtailed wig added to the overall effect as well. It was much better than it had been the last time Kiku had forced it on him. He seemed scholarly, but still innocent. He chuckled darkly to himself realizing the irony of the image.

"We'll use the last room in this corridor. It's pretty large and moreover, it's an English class." The raven haired man said, leading the crossdresser down the hall. It was then that a sunny blonde came towards them and Arthur almost died.

"Kiku! Whaddya doin' here today? I thought your classes ended yesterday?" The bespectacled blonde made one of his heart-warming grins that made the Brit feel like oozing into the radiance. "And who's that with you?"

Arthur's heart stopped. It was over, Alfred was going to recognize him, he was going to have to explain everything and-! Wait, was that…jealousy he heard?

"I came here to take some photos of my friend Iggy, here. She and I are friends from an online chat site. I saw some of her pictures and asked if she would do some modeling for me, for photography class." Kiku's explanation slid so smoothly, it made the british boy want to puke. What was worse was that the explanation seemed to calm patriotic idiot.

"Ahh. Mmkay then! How long do you think this is going to take? I really wanted to see you later…" The longing in Alfred's voice…Arthur stood dumbly, waiting for reality to return, for Alfred to NOT be making those eyes at his captor.

"It shouldn't take too long…but I have a meeting with some fellow photographers in a few hours." The asian was obviously enjoying the attention. He was basking in those glorious rays.

"Why can't you skip it today?" Alfred slipped an arm around the smaller boy's waist and pulled him close, so that their lips almost were touching. "I have something special planned for us."

Kiku smiled warmly at the American, very quickly glancing at the pigtailed boy, who looked shellshocked, and a smug look crossed his features for a few seconds, disappearing completely when he turned back to the athlete.

"I would if I could. But it's a very important meeting." Alfred nodded sadly, but perked slightly as he kissed the other passionately. That was when Arthur took off running.

"Damn! Shit! Bollocks! FUCK!" The words bounced across the empty halls, reverberating the foul language back at the offender. He had no idea where he was running to, but he didn't care at this point. Tears were freely flowing down his face, streaking the makeup Kiku had forced on him. He knew he was being stared at by the few students and faculty members who were there, but he couldn't really care less at this point.

Without thinking, the blonde ripped the wig from his head, as well as the wig cap. Turning a corner, he ran into a figure and went flying backwards, hitting the wall with a loud crack.

"Oh! Iggy, here you are! Kiku also was coming to find you, he got worried about you running off like that. I'm guessing you didn't know we're together and-!" With a shocked expression, the sky blue-eyed teen was frozen, a hand extended to help up the other. His eyes were quickly darting between the wig on the ground beside him and the emerald-eyed seeming girl.

Arthur bit his lip and looked away, knowing there was no way for him to escape now. The athletic boy had always been able to catch him, especially when he wanted to know something.

Kiku came running up from behind and stared at the scene for a moment, glad that Alfred was focusing on his love now. It was a bit disconcerting, the intensity of that gaze, but he was confident that he could get the sunny blonde to believe him. "There you are! Iggy, what were you thinking, running off like that? You don't know your way around this school."

Chiding the supposed girl, he walked over, helping the petite figure to it's feet. "I was so worried about you!" Pulling the dirty blonde into a hug, he hissed threateningly in his ear. "Tell him a single thing and I'll get you so drugged up that you'll never be able to think straight again."

Arthur simply nodded dumbly. He wouldn't have told his…well, his ex-lover, as he now seemed to be, any of this. It could possibly dull the shine of his sun. But more than that, he was scared. Not of Kiku, he was sure anything that man did to him now would hurt less than seeing Alfred looking at him with disgust.

It was hard to imagine, but he'd seen it before. When the bubbly blonde found out that a few of his friends were drinking he gave them the most bone-chilling death glare anyone could give. He then stopped interacting with them. As hard as it was to not tell the sky eyed boy that he was still alive, it would be worse if Alfred found out about what he had been doing.

"Alfred, do you mind if I take Iggy home? I'll skip my meeting today and come over later, alright?" Without waiting for a reply, Kiku began to drag his captive back to the apartment.

It had been a few hours now. Arthur was wearing his ordinary clothes again, getting ready to go back to "work" when the Asian grabbed him, lust clouding his eyes. The green eyes enlarged, fear starting to run through his mind. Kiku never wanted him two days in a row.

Nonetheless, he found himself roughly shoved onto the bed, a gag of some assortment forced into his mouth, almost to the point of making him hurl. "You're testing my patience, Arthur-chan~ Why would you even think of running away? After I've been so good to you. I let you see your beloved university. I care about you, no one else does. I'm the only one who knows you, who still remembers you. Even Alfred is leaving you in the past. You're simply a part of everyone else's past. A chapter that has long since been passed. "

The sandy blonde felt his hands being tied together tightly, his legs bound to the bedposts. It wasn't all that frightening to him, the position. Oh no, he'd long since passed being afraid of being raped. What made him tremble wasn't the hand travelling down this spine, the black cloth being tied around his eyes, not even the warm muscle aligning itself to his asshole. It was the mouth he was afraid of. The words that were tearing him apart.

If the other had been shoving these words into him instead of his dick, Arthur was positive he would kill himself.

In spite of all this, he could feel his body reacting to the other male. A muffled moan came out, but he was close to crying. He hated his body. It always did this. Acting so slutty, so needy for the other to fill him. In fact, Arthur had a sinking suspicion that he was getting an addiction to sex. And not just any sex, no, that damn rough, biting, heart-destroying sex that only the man on top of him could give.

"You like that?" There was a light snicker and a popping noise as he pulled from the tight hole. "God, such a cunt whore, Arthur-chan. It's like you get off on being tied up."

The Brit's only reply was a whimper, his body urging to be touched again.

The Japanese man grinned, walking to the closet and grabbing a vibrator. "How about we let this do the work while we talk, ne?" Without any lubricant the plastic object was thrust into the bound figure making him spasm a bit.

"There we go~ Get off on a toy, alright?" Arthur couldn't do anything but moan and arch his back as best he could, trying to get more friction, but his head was yanked sharply.

"Stop being such a tsundere slut for a moment. We need to talk." Kiku's voice was flat, but he held his camera in his hands. These pictures, he knew these would make more money than all the others. After snapping a few shots he began to speak again.

"Alfred is mine. I love him and he loves me. If you hadn't been in my way during high school none of this would have happened, although, I suppose your disappearance made for a great time to get close to him. But, just because he saw you doesn't mean he recognized you. He didn't. He never will. And besides," He laughed heartily, staring down, lavishing the body that only he got. "You're too impure for him now. My little slut~ Even if you never told him, he'd be able to notice from how loose your ass has gotten since he last had you."

Blinking away tears, Arthur simply placed his head on the pillow. It was all true. He knew all that already, he didn't need to be reminded.

"So, I'm not letting you go do that job anymore. You'll stay here. We'll make all of the money through your photos. I suppose I'll take you out for events every once in a while but…I don't want you ever to do anything with anyone but me. You belong to me."

A knock at the door startled Kiku from his lecture, he was trying to destroy the Brit's will at the moment, who would be stupid enough to come to the door. Sighing, he stood up and walked to the door, not caring if anyone heard the sexual noises coming from the bedroom. Hell, it could even help with his destruction maybe. With a dark snigger, the black haired male opened the door, expecting a door-to-door salesman.

Instead he was met by a rush of blonde locks. "A-Alfred?"

"Yeah, sorry about this, but umm…I was a bit worried about you, that girl was kinda freaky, ya know? And so I saw you walk here and I was going to wait for you to come out, but you hadn't yet and I was getting really worried!" With a sheepish grin, the athlete stared at his significant other, who was in turn, looking at him like he was the Grim Reaper.

"Etoo….that's very kind of you Alfred, but it's really fine. I'll be out soon, so would you mind waiting outsi-" A loud moan and some heavy panting cut him off. It also informed him that Arthur had reached his climax…how wonderful.

"What in the name of baby Jesus was that? It sounded like someone getting off!" Shoving past the other, Alfred made his way into the room, being tailed by a very anxious Kiku.

What he saw shocked him. Lying naked on a dirty old bed was a petite man, legs tied to wooden bedposts by towels, a dark blindfold obscuring the man's face, his arms bound in together on his back, and a vibrator sticking ever so slightly out of his bottom. The man had drool pooling in the corner of his mouth and the blindfold seemed wet, like he had been crying into it. Which was when he noticed the gag.

Without thinking, he rushed to the bed, yanking off the binds and pulling the gag out. As he slipped the blindfold off he was met by hazed over, but still amazingly bright green eyes. Eyes that he had thought he would never see again.

"Arthur…it…is it you?" He pulled off his jacket, placing it over the naked boy's shoulders.

"Of course it isn't Alfred! How could that be Arthur-cha-I mean Arthur-san? He disappeared, three years ago, remember?" Kiku fluttered around, wondering ways to get out of the situation.

"Just shut up a moment, won't you? Why the hell do you have a guy tied up like this, huh, Kiku? I thought this was Iggy's place." The muscular blonde teen glared towards the figure, effectively shutting him up.

"So, are you Artie? Or do more people have those ridiculous eyebrows then I thought?"

Trembling, Arthur nodded. He hadn't wanted to, never thought he would reveal himself to his love, but with his staring at him so compassionately, eyes so filled with worry, he couldn't help himself.

"Y-Yes. I, I am Arthur….Arthur Kirkland. Second youngest son of the Kirkland family. T-Top student at Hetalia High as well as lover of Alfred F. Jones. I-I was kidnapped at the age of seventeen….missing for three years." He burst into tears, wrapping his arms around the man he loved.

"I know, I've never stopped thinking about you for a second."

END!

Hahahahaha~ Shitty closing is shitty! If people want, I'll make an epilogue that shows their life a bit into the future.

This ending…well, I wanted Alfred to be a bit more of an asshole. I also wanted Kiku to show how he loved dominating Arthur. I was going to show that in a scene where he takes pictures of our beloved Artie at the college, but Alfred decided to show up and ruin everything!

I was seriously considering giving this a bad ending actually. It would have been easy for me to write about Kiku breaking Arthur and turning him into well, a sex slave basically. Buuuuut~ Once again, our hero got in the way.

I really wanted to feature Britannia Angel as well as Barmaid Artie, but never found a good place.

But anywho~ Review and such! Otherwise Alfred'll leave Artie to go back to his psychotic lover!