Dammit, people! Y u no leave review?! Um, in this chapter, Jose's back. The KKK (not to be confused with the Ku Klux Klan) will be introduced. I'd hate to say this, but Spain and Philippines's lemon.. is gonna happen. I don't wanna spoil too much, so let's start!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. If I did, Ukraine's peaches will be even more revealing.
Reader's P.O.V.
Philippines felt really left out. Alejandro and Miguel both have their own families, Jose already had two wives, and is currently in a relationship with another woman, and here is Juan, looking like a 15 year old currently undergoing puberty. He groaned, currently feeling out of place; he felt like a kitten cornered by lots of dogs. Oh, crap. Speak of the devil. Juan turned, and faced the now fully grown trio. For some reason, he can sense if it's a person or a personification approaching. Not lately, anyway.
"Hey, Juan. Coincidence to meet you here?" Miguel said, pulling him in for an extremely tight and pungent hug.
"I don't think so. We live in the same neighborhood." Juan mumbled.
"Haha! Hey, we know you don't mention it much, but you're the Philippines! Makes us feel a strange feeling of respect for you." Alejandro said, patting Juan on the head.
"Yeah, right." Juan sarcastically said. They heard Jose clear his throat.
"You want to help yourself, right? Follow us." Jose said in a stern tone. They led Juan to Alejandro's house, where it seemed as if a party was ongoing. Inside, there were lots of women. They laughed and danced, maybe a little too loudly. They led Juan to the entrance of the basement. Soon, even more men surrounded them.
"Wait, what's going on?" Juan asked, a bit scared. They blindfolded, tied up, and then pushed Juan in the basement. "H-hey, what are you doing?!" Philippines shouted. The blindfold and restraints were removed, and Philippines was circled by hooded figures. They handed Philippines a crudely written contract.
"Do you submit yourself to our beloved motherland?" a voice said. Philippines began reading the contract, and Juan's eyes widened at what he was reading.
"This is insane! I don't want to do this..!" Juan ran out of the basement, squeezed his way through the exit, returned to Intramuros, and sat near the church.
"My child, what troubles you?" Juan heard the priest say.
"Nothing, sir." Juan lied.
"Do tell me. Is it the gathering outside? Did you.. find anything out?" the priest asked in a hushed tone.
"No." Juan quickly said.
"Good children are favored by god and will go to heaven. Be a good boy and tell me." the priest's tone was getting tougher.
"I don't know anything." Juan stood up and walked home.
"Aim!" they heard a voice shout. Juan whimpered, wondering how they got in this situation. Here, Juan, Miguel, and Alejandro were armed with guns. Juan was between the brothers, and a few meters away from them was Jose, and a brave look was on his face. Behind the three were ten Spaniards, and behind those Spaniards was Spain himself.
"Fire!" the voice shouted. Fearing for their lives, they pulled the triggers and shot their own childhood friend. They sank to their knees, overcome by guilt. But that wasn't all. "Aim!" the voice shouted again. They closed their eyes, ready to embrace their deaths. "Fire!" Juan felt the bullets slowly piercing through his body, but something was wrong. He looked at his sides, where the two lifeless bodies laid, covered in blood. Juan clutched the sides of his head.
"No, no, no, no! W-why?! Why am I still..?!" Spain chuckled softly.
"You're the personification of this county. Only another personification can kill you, you know?" Spain casually said. "Also, thanks for exposing their little fraternity. You can rest assured that their members were already.. taken care of." Spain pointed to the town square, where countless bodies were hanged and displayed in public. Juan couldn't believe his eyes. Juan felt his blood boil, and lashed out at Spain, ignoring the rain of bullets showering on him.
"You.. you asshole! You said you'd help me! You.. you betrayed me! You lied to me!" Juan tried to shoot Spain, but ended up getting knocked out.
"How naive." Spain mumbled. "Bring him to my house, yeah?" Spain ordered one of the men. They carried Juan to Spain's house, and laid him down on Juan's bed, and left the room. When Juan woke up, Spain was sitting beside him.
"You're awake. Took you long enough." Spain said, as if nothing happened.
"Where's Romano?" Juan asked.
"Looking for you." Spain grinned sadistically. Juan, feeling scared, attempted to run out of the room. Unfortunately, he was pulled by Spain on his ankles.
"Let go!" Juan shouted, kicking away.
"While Romano's gone, let's have a little fun, shall we?" Spain grinned again. He slammed Juan on the bed, and roughly kissed him.
"Hmmpfff..!" Juan tried to gasp for air, but when he opened his mouth, Spain forcibly inserted his tongue in Juan's mouth, exploring every spot inside. Soon, they had to pull away for air. "This is.. so wrong.. Stop..!" Juan said between gasps.
"Oh, do you really want me to?" Spain taunted. Before Juan could respond, Spain tore his shirt off, revealing his frail frame. He left a trail of kisses on Juan's chest, stopping just above Juan's navel. He sucked on one of Juan's nipples, his hand playing with the other, while his other hand was pinning Juan's arms above his head.
"E-enough!" Juan tried struggling free, which made Spain suck Juan's nipple harder. "Ahh, no! Please, stop!" Juan begged. Spain hummed, sending vibrations throughout Juan's body, causing Juan to arch his back upwards. Spain pulled away from the panting boy, satisfied with Juan's reactions.
"How pathetic. While your mind is struggling away, rejecting what is happening, your body can't resist the pleasure." Spain said, gradually sliding off Juan's pants.
"No, this doesn't feel good at all..!" Juan resisted.
"You're stubborn, aren't you?" Spain said. He removed Juan's clothes completely, and slowly began rubbing Juan's erect shaft. Juan bucked his hips impulsively, and could barely think clearly. "God, you're a sight. Not even fighting back anymore?" Spain smirked.
"N-no, I ju-ahh!" Juan screamed, as he felt Spain slowly sucking his throbbing member. He felt ashamed of himself for even thinking that this slowly began to feel good. "Dirty..! I'm dirty there, stop!" He tried struggling free, but ended up moaning loudly when Spain began sucking harder, taking in all of Juan. Juan's body got the best of him, and bucked upwards, releasing in Spain's mouth. Spain swallowed all of Juan's semen, and flipped Juan on his stomach. Now that Juan was exhausted, he didn't need to hold him down anymore. Spain unbuttoned his pants, and slowly entered Juan's tight hole.
"Ah, you're so tight~!" Spain said in his sing-song tone. When Juan realized what was happening, he began squirming away. Spain quickly sheathed his cock in Juan's ass, making the boy scream. He slowly pulled out, then thrusted back in, then again and again. Every time Spain would thrust back, Juan would moan loudly.
"Pull it out, please..!" Juan didn't like this sensation, especially if it was coming from Spain.
"Oh, Juan, you're back? I'm coming in, alright?" Juan panicked when he heard Romano.
"N-no! Don't come inside!" Juan shouted, muffling his moans as Spain thrusted in and out roughly.
"Huh? But why?" Romano asked worriedly.
"I'm.. I'm a mess..! You wouldn't want to see me all sweaty, righ-ahh!" Juan moaned when Spain hit his prostate.
"What was that just now?" Romano asked.
"N-nhhh! Nothing..! Please, don't come in..!" Juan shakily said. He could tell that Spain was smirking at him.
"O-okay..? Well, I'll pick up some bread at the store. Take care, alright?" Romano finally left off.
"He's gone, you can scream as loud as you can now!" Spain sarcastically said.
"Ahh! Ahh! N-nooo!" Juan felt like he was gonna be torn apart. They created a rhythm, and both were reaching their climax. Spain thrusted in and out for a few times more, then on his final thrust, he came deep in Juan. Because of Spain's hot cum pouring in inside him, Juan came as well. He collapsed on the bed, slightly twitching. "Hurts.. it hurts so much.." Juan soon fell asleep. Spain stood up, buttoned his pants again, and left the room.
"Hey Juan, I'm ba-holy shit!" Romano gasped in shock at the sight before him. Juan was stark naked, semen oozing out if his anus, while fast asleep.
Hi, guys. As I would always say, LEAVE A REVIEW. That's not so hard, is it? This is my second fic ever, so I REALLY need to know what you guys think. Anyhow, sorry for the late update. Tune in for the next chapter! Bye!