Warning: pedophilia and child abuse.

I do not condone these actions, or encourage them. As a writer I chose to venture into all branches of writing and development of human emotion. The psychology around this issue is important to me, as well as a well thought out plot.

I realized my writing style has changed from the first chapter. I've been giving Arthur more lines than making Al repeat them... I'm not sure why I'm doing this. Let me know if this is no where as good as the first one, because then I'd like to fix it. I hate writing something good, then disappointing people in the later chapters with my writing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. (No duh.)

I turned in my sleep as light blared through my closed eyes, clenching them shut in discomfort. My bed moved beneath me so I shifted, blinking up at the figure on my bed. "Arthur?" He smiled, running his hand over my cheek.

"I wanted to show you something." He pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around my waist. I looked at him curiously and leaned into the soft hand running through my hair. "Do you remember that very special thing we did together during my last visit?" He spoke calmly and I shook my head no, unable to recall anything special. "Something special we didhere." A hand reached lower, squeezing my backside, running a finger over the crease, pressing against that place. I squeaked, nodding with a furious blush. I wasn't sure what had overcome me and why my face glowed such a color, but I couldn't help myself.

He smiled sweetly, rubbing at that spot and I squirmed, wanting him to stop. "You can't tell anyone about that Alfred. It was a special way for me to show you I love you."

"But then why can't I-" I was cut off by an especially firm rub and a stern look from Arthur. "Yes sir." I chewed on my lip nervously, hoping he wouldn't want to do that again. He simply started smiling again, paying way too much attention to my butt. I could feel it start to go numb under the constant pressure.

I gnawed on my bottom lip, feeling butterflies in my stomach despite myself. Arthur...he loved me.. he was showing his love for me... and I couldn't help myself from glorifying the memory; not looking back on it with such hurt, but instead with a new light of love. I nodded in understanding and he smiled at me lovingly, kissing my forehead gently.

"Would you like to try it again?" His voice was tight in a desperate attempt to keep us both calm. "We don't have to do it here," There was more pressure and I whimpered. "There are other places, where it won't hurt so much." His tone was soothing and sweet, the same voice that lulled me into a countless amount of false securities and scarring facades, but still, I nodded; willing to do anything he wanted.

He smiled, pulling off my nightshirt. He ran his thumb over my bottom lip, grabbing my chin gently, pressing his lips to mine. I remember them being soft, soft like someone who was drinking tea everyday, because I knew he was. It was odd...but pleasant, so I just let him do it. He pulled back, telling me that was another way he could show me his affection...

Again, this too was a secret. He pulled me back into another kiss and my body laid lax against the sheets. His tongue slipped along my bottom lip and I gasped, giving him the opportunity to plunge his tongue into my mouth. I struggled not to bite, fighting against my urge to make it stop, to push him away. I mentally kicked myself; how could I be so selfish? Arthur was showing me his love. This was supposed to be my reward for being good, and I was ruining it.

I calmed myself, letting him do what he wanted, licking and sucking, pushing against my smaller tongue, urging it to play. I tried, moving it against his softly. Apparently, I was doing it right, because he pulled me closer, but soon I was pushing against him for air. He let me go and I breathed deeply, sucking in as much air as I could, feeling like the cigarette was back in my mouth.

He lifted me back up, putting me in his lap. His lips pressed against my neck and I bit my lip, that feeling creeping into my stomach again. I fought against it, struggling to keep still. He kissed my behind my ear and I giggled, that feeling in my tummy changing. I felt bubbly all of a sudden, and happy. He kissed there again and I squirmed and giggled, realising it was tickilish. I felt him smile against my skin, kissing and licking there. I continued to giggle and squirm, in a much better mood, loving the feeling as I twisted my hands in his hair. He pulled away slowly, untangling my hands from his hair.

I pouted at him and he merely laughed, knowing that the act was getting more mutual with every passing second. I finger ran across my bottom lip and I braced myself to be kissed again. Instead I felt the finger push my lips apart, pressing on my tongue. Saliva pooled there and I struggled to not pull away, wanting it out. He pulled the now slick finger from my mouth, running it along my lips, making them moist and slippery.

"Alfred, if we use this, it won't hurt. would you use this Alfie?" I felt my heart skip a beat. He rarely called me Alfie, but it was one of my favorite nicknames he had for me, it always made me feel so special. I nodded, unsure what he meant by 'using' it. I watched as he unzipped his pants, pulling out his manhood, which was already half hard. I looked at it uncomfortably, feeling tears well in my eyes as I remembered how he had hurt me with it, penetrating me making me bleed and hurt all over.

He smiled sweetly, running his hand down my cheek. His hand made slow circles before grabbing the back of my head, pushing me down toward his member. I tried to move away, but I was held firmly as it rubbed against my cheek. "Now, you did well not biting the cigarette, can I trust you to do the same now?" I looked up at him with wide eyes, finally connecting that he wanted to use my mouth for a reason that still escaped me at that age. "Remember all those lollipops and treats I brought you? I want you to do the same thing now, like it's a lollipop."

My mind flashed back to when I was a bit younger. When Arthur had bought me a rather large lollipop ad I spent an entire day licking it. I remember how he stared at me, not knowing why, but too afraid to ask in case it made him angry. Though now...I was quite sure why.

I nodded slowly, licking the head experimentally, unsure what to do. It tasted funny...like soap. Like that soap Arthur always tried to get me to use during bath time. Ick. Bathes. Who wants to get clean just to get dirty again? And then soap would get in your eyes and mouth...and it tasted icky. That was the familiar taste I had in my mouth. But, none the less, I licked again, my tongue pressing into the slit by accident. He moaned at this, so I guessed that it felt good, and did it again, lapping at it with more pressure each time. He groaned and moaned, muttering about how I was doing a good job.

Eager to please him, and show him I could love him too, I ran my tongue over the underside, trailing a vain. He groaned again and I was happy I could please him. I thought for a long moment, absentmindedly licking. This was like a lollipop...a very odd tasting lollipop...right? So I tested my theory, wrapping my small hands around it and sucked the head into my mouth. He emitted a strange sound, so I figured it was good, sucking more, trying to fit a bit more into my mouth. I took in another bit, feeling the tip hit the back of my throat. My mouth was still nowhere near big enough to take him in, and my attempt was futile, merely causing me to tear up.

He seemed to like it though, as he mumbled my name and gripped the bedsheets. I licked the slit again, knowing he liked that spot the best, and earned myself a load moan. I pulled back, lapping at that spot again, being edged on by his soft words of encouragements and breathy moans. I nibbled on his length lightly, sucking and licking with an inexperienced mouth, trying desperately to show Arthur I loved him as he had tried to do before. I licked at the tip relentlessly, understanding that it brought him pleasure, and with some encouragements, I took it back into my mouth.

Soon though, I felt my head being yanked back gently by my hair. He told me to open my mouth, and, being a good little colony, I obeyed his orders. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, my eyes starting to squint from being pushed up by my cheeks. He moved my hands back to his length, moving them so they rubbed over the now saliva slick area. It was mere inches from my face and looked up to watch as he grunted and moaned loudly. Soon, strings of white covered my face and spewed into my mouth. I was displeased to find a lot of it had landed in my mouth, since it tasted awful, but before I could even think to spit it out, strong hands had my mouth closed tightly. I was instructed to swallow, so I did, the fluid slipping down my throat.

It landed in my stomach and my whole body protested to it, screaming at me to throw it up, NOW. I didn't though. I held it down like I held down his cooking so many times before. He smiled at me, running a hand through my now sticky hair. I wiped my face into my arm, the substance rubbing off onto it.

He lifted me up with ease, carrying me to the bathroom and drawing a bath. I could help but grimace...more soap in my mouth. He spent the time telling me how good I did, how much he loved me, how I was such a good boy. I didn't quite understand him, confusion straining my face as he washed my hair. Arthur never said such kind things to me, I must really have done a good job. It made me proud, but I couldn't help but be sad that no one else could know. That this love would always have to be our little secret, and I wasn't allowed to telll anyone the secrets we shared.

So, I lulled back into a deep sleep, tired. I smiled in my sleep, so proud at how good I had done. I had learned to smoke, and I was going to be very good at it, so Arthur would notice and be proud of me too; and I made Arthur happy. I didn't quite understand how having someone's mouth on that area could feel good, or even what that yucky white stuff I had to drink was, but it made Arthur happy, and it didn't hurt me, and that was all that mattered.

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