Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!

(1) I forgot to add this, but... They were worried about the black plague even then.

And uh... Warning? France attempts to rape someone who's physically a teenager in this chapter.

APHAPHAPH

"What? No! What about Feliciano, or Antonio, or... Or anyone else?"

"Once we get home, we'll be as strong as he were before, and then we can get America's help with saving everyone else..."

"I'm not leaving without Feli', and I'm not going to let you attempt to escape by yourself- especially in your condition."

France gritted his teeth. "I thought you didn't care about me."

"How else am I supposed to repay you?"

"Well, you could help me escape, which you said you wouldn't do... Or... You could give me your body..."

"Hell no!" Romano was slammed into the wall behind him. France started pinching his nipple in between his fingers.

"How are you going to repay me then, hm?"

'Damn it...' Romano thought to himself. 'Why did I even go out without a shirt on in the first place...?' "You're becoming worse than Turkey! I-I was just going to the bathroom..."

"Fine..." France dragged Romano into the closest bathroom, locking the door behind them. "Go ahead."

"N-Not in front of you..."

"I'll look away and cover my ears, then." France did just that, until he could barely hear running water.

"Look... I won't tell Sadiq, or anyone, that you managed to slip out... Just as long as you get back in bed and let me restrain you..."

"Well..." France picked up a fairly colorful towel. "Non." France swiftly tied the towel partially inside of Romano's mouth and around his head. Then he ripped off Romano's pants- making sure to rip a long piece of it off- to tie Romano's wrists behind his back.

"I'm going to fuck you..." France dragged his tongue from the boy's neck, up to his ear, where he whispered- "I'm finally going to have you... After how many years of trying...?"

'Oh God... No... Please, no!' Romano screamed through the gag, hoping to catch someone's attention. Anyone would do at this point. He tried kicking France, but that only resulted in getting slammed face-down onto the floor with France sliding his underwear off.

"Turkey..." He heard France say in a whisper. "Damn it!" He slammed his hand into the glass mirror, shattering it. He coughed as tears welled up in his eyes. He looked down at Romano's now shaking body. "I'm sorry. I understand now..."

'Understand what?' Before Romano could scream again, France was sitting down on his legs while trying to undo the makeshift silk rope around Romano's wrists.

"Shh... It will be okay... I will let you go, and-" France was cut-off by knocking on the door. "Shit..." He hissed.

"Lovino? It's been a half 'n hour! Are ya' in there?" They could hear a key being put in place. "I got new door nobs, so I can unlock them with'a key now. Let me know if ya're in there before I barge in!"

France untied the towel from Romano's head while Romano quickly pulled his underwear back up. "Please, h-help Francis! He got out and punched the mirror!"

France stood up and grabbed a shard of glass before Turkey could unlock the door and slam it open. "Francis!"

France placed the shard against his wrist. "Don't come near me! Hide behind me, Lovino!" He coughed in pain again.

"I would rather try to get away from both of you!" France's eyes widen. "I mean, I'm sorry! Oh mio*- Don't cut yourself!" Romano grabbed his right arm to bring the shard of glass away from the almost already healed wrist.

Turkey grabbed both of France's wrists, and he squeezed on his right one until the shard of glass dropped to the floor. "Let go-!" France coughed out some blood this time. Barely enough to stain even one tooth, though.

"Stop it, Francis! Lovino, look around fer a clear liquid in'a bottle under the sink..."

Romano obeyed, searching around until he found something and showed it to Turkey. "Is this it?"

"Yes. Soak the towel with it and cover Francis' mouth and nose wit'the towel!"

Romano nodded and obeyed again. He had trouble getting it on France's face, but when he finally did, he pressed hard until France began to calm down before finally passing out in Turkey's arms.

"U-Um... Was that...?"

"It's alright. That liquid is chloroform. Ya' did a wonderful job in helpin' me..."

"Th-Thank you..?"

"Wait fer me in the bedroom, 'kay?" Romano nodded shakingly and ran out of the bathroom. "Now..." Turkey looked at the unconcious blond. "What am I gonna do with ya'..?"

Romano sat on the bed while waiting for Turkey. He was shaking in the aftermath of fear. He didn't even bother putting on some clothes other than his underwear. He just, for once, wanted to talk to Turkey, with no one else around.

"There's my good boy..." Turkey shut the door behind him.

"Sadiq!" Romano screamed, though he wasn't sure why. "Is Francis going to be okay? Why did he attack me?"

"He's very sick in the head righ' now..." Turkey sat down with Romano. "I dunno if he'll ever be 'kay like he was eva' again..." He hugged the Italian boy and sighed. "Dependin' on how "'kay" he was in the first place..."

"Not very, I think..."

"Damn it..." Turkey was laying down on the bed now, with Romano pressed against his chest. "I'm not getting rid of ya' just fer France's sake, but... What's the point of havin' a useless slave?"

"Don't ask me! Maybe you should just let me go!"

Turkey just chuckled and brushed his fingers through Romano's hair. "Not afta' I jus' broke ya'..."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I dunno..."

"Mio" - "My"