England's POV
The inside wasn't much better than the outside. It screamed murder, rape and other such foul things. It also had a distinct damp smell to it (just like France's bed sheets). Speaking of beds a rusty dangerous steel framed bed was by the side of the cabin's stone wall. It looked extremely cold and unforgiving (for the back of course). There were no sheets and the mattress was covered in various stains that I dare not think about. The albino led me over to the bed and shorted the chains on my cuffs. He then linked them to the bed frame and I was left with only enough room to kneel a short distance from the bed.
Slowly he began to lower himself so that we were eye to eye and he pulled me into an embrace. The embrace lasted for God knows how many minutes; it felt like hours to me but reasonable opinion discourage this. Just as I thought he'd never move again he began to run his tongue over my pulse and could no doubt feel it quicken in response. The hands previously on my back began to slide down beneath the waistband of my trousers. They stayed like that his fingers playing with the top of my briefs, sometimes dipping lower to tease me.
Heat coursed through my body, settling in my abdomen. My face was tomato red(Italy was singing a fairy song in my head). Moans slipped out of between my swollen lips which I had clamped together so that the git wouldn't know what pleasure he was causing me to feel. It was a piss poor attempt as my pants felt too tight (I swear I had them fitted professionally). My eyes had clenched shut due to the pleasure. All of my thoughts evaporated and I was unable to replace them. We had only just started and here I was already a moaning mess. All I could feel, hear and smell was the man kneel in front of me. The Prussian had completely covered my neck with marks and bruises. He was now working his way along my jawline and back. Stopping at my chin, he pulled away from me and the pleasure stopped. "Öffnen Sie ihre augen," he commanded softly, his fingers were back once again, pulling and tugging gently on my hair. I couldn't (and didn't want to) do what he had asked of me.