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!
Anyone else watches 4PlayerPodcast? Someone made an "animation" of some of the "cocktail time" podcast... I was dying. They go off-topic a lot...
What does dragon fucking cars have to do with L.A. Noir? Also, "I don't remember ordering an Arnold Palmer!" (Half lemonade, half tea...) and "I'm not into raping children... They don't push back."
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By the fourth day, England became weak and his arms gave out. He had trouble breathing against the leash he was still wearing. He was shaking from being on his feet forcefully so he wouldn't choke. He was only allowed out of the ropes and leash to use the bathroom once or twice a day.
His chin was taken between two fingers and his face was turn towards the captain. "Given up?" He took out a dagger to cut the leash loose. England gasped and took air into his lungs greedily. His head started feeling light from that. The ropes were also cut, instead of untied. He was lifted up by his hair and dragged into what he assumed was the captain's cabin on the ship.
He was thrown onto the bed and was quickly pinned down. "Sadiq has a lot of slaves. In fact, he seems to get at least one after every different nation we visit, and for free! It's so nice of him to lend us one of them... It's too bad that you can't understand me. At least, it is for you."
The captain's hand started sliding up Engalnd's legs to grope his ass. England whimpered and squirmed. One of the fingers slipped inside of England. England grabbed the captain's arm as an attempt to make him stop.
The captain chuckled and removed the finger. "I suppose you won't need any preparation." England's chin was grabbed again as he was forced into a lustful kiss. He didn't hesitate to bite the tongue until it bled.
The captain sat up and slapped England across his face. "You're still a feisty one, I see. Good, I like that. Unfortunately for you, however, I don't like being bitten." He slapped England a few more times before removing his lower garments. England shook his head and closed his eyes. His legs were slung over the other man's shoulders. He could feel the man trying to force his way in.
"No, no! I'm sorry! I didn't... I mean, it was instinct and... Oh, you can't even understand me..." His fists clenched in hopes that would help ease the pain. The captain shoved his way in, making England scream. He gave up trying to hold back any noises since the second day he was on this ship...
Turkey placed three fingers under Spain's chin to make the Spainiard look at him. "I feel that ya' still didn' get the proper punishmen' fer runnin' away. I could hurt ya' some more..." He spotted Romano walking across the room in the hallway. "I haf' a betta' idea. A more..." He paused to think of the word he was looking for. "Embarassing, one."
Spain frowned. "Didn't you have a promise with Romano?"
Turkey smirked behind his mask. "I do. I promise 'dat I won' do anythin' sexual ta' ya'."
"What about the toy!" Spain snapped.
"The toy did somethin' sexual ta' ya'. I did not, technically." His hand slid down to grab Spain's wrist. "I also never did say that ya' cannot watch me take yer dear Italian."
"Bastardo!"* Spain screamed. "Leave Lovino out of this!"
"But what betta' way ta' punish ya' withou' takin' ya' sexually, than this?" Turkey stood up, dragging Spain along with him. He continued to drag Spain into the hallway while screaming for Romano. "Lovino~!" He sang out. "Come out here! I want ta' see ya'!"
Spain felt a sudden need to warn his little Romano. He opened his mouth, but the words wouldn't come out. Turkey cried out for him again, making Spain panick. "Don't! Don't come out of your hiding spot, Lovino!" He clenched his fists and shut his eyes tightly, waiting for Turkey to slap him, punch him, or something. But he only laughed. Spain eased his eyes open.
"Lovino isn' so afraid of me any more. I try not ta' hurt him, and he knows that. I make him feel good, when he'll let me..." Spain scoffed at that. Turkey ignored it. "Plus, he also knows that if he doesn' do as I say, I'll break my promise..."
Spain glared up at him angrily. "Fine. Break your promise. Take my body instead."
Turkey tilted his head. "I wasn' takin' 'bout takin' ya'. I also promised not'ta' take his brotha'."
Spain's eyes widen. "Don't- I'll help you find him... Lovino, that is." Turkey pat his head as though he was a dog.
"G'boy."
He continued to drag Spain through the large palace while calling out for Romano. He finally popped out of the kitchen, holding a tomato. "What do you want?" He asked in a slightly muffled voice.
"I want ya'... Where did ya' get that?" Turkey pointed to the tomato.
"Well, I just left the kitchen. I was in there giving someone some flowers that were starting to wilt."
"In... The kitchen? Why in the kitchen?"
"I was hungry." Romano noticed Spain eyeing his tomato. "You uh... Wanted me for something..?"
"Yeah." Turkey crooked his finger towards himself. "Come'ere. I need ya' fer somethin'."
Romano looked at him with a confused look on his face. "With... Antonio?"
Turkey nodded. "Evet.* I need ya' ta' help me punish him."
"Help you... How?"
"Well~!" Romano swore he saw Turkey's smirk behind his black mask covering his mouth. "I'm feelin' a little... How should I put it... "Frisky?" But we made a promise ta' each otha'. I'll leave Antonio an' Feliciano alone... Well, kinda."
"Kinda?" Romano repeated, frowning.
"Yes. He is goin' ta' listen ta' us." Romano's eyes widen and his cheeks redden a little. "He doesn' haf'ta' watch us. Now come."
Romano looked down at his tomato. "Um..." He looked up at Spain. "Do you want to finish my tomato, then?"
"Y-No... W-Wait a second..." Spain stuttered. "You're going to do this?"
Romano nodded. "Yeah... Otherwise I would get hurt, and he would probably take you or Feliciano instead..." Romano walked toward them...
One last thrust, and the captain finally pulled out to ejaculate in England's face and hair. England curled up into a ball with his eyes looking at the wooden wall right next to the bed.
"Oh no, you don't." The captain forced him off of the bed by the back of England's hair- where it was slightly cleaner. "You haven't finished, yet..." He dragged him out of the cabin and outside in the middle of the ship, where most of his sailors were at the moment. "Where's Leo? I need him to translate something for me..."
"He should be in the kitchen, like always." One of the crew shouted out.
"Well then, get him for me, will yeah?" The captain shouted out, annoyed.
"Y-Yes sir!" The sailor boy stumbled on the way to the kitchen. He returned with Leo Demir minutes after. "Here he is!"
"You wanted to see me, captain Hizir Barbarossa?"(1) Leo asked.
England turned to the voice. This was the first time he actually got to see Leo. He seemed to have been slightly cleaner than everyone else on the ship. Leo had long, red-brown hair tied in a pony-tail. His face was working on a beard but that didn't distract the calm look in his brown eyes. He was also a lot thinner than most of the people on the ship.
"I want you to tell him..." He pulled on England's hair at the word "him," making said man grunt in pain. "That I was going to let him rest..."
"Okay, um..." Leo turned to England. "He..." He paused to think. "He was let you rest..."
"But now, because he bit me-"
"He what? You idiot!" He screamed at England in Turkish.
"-I'm giving him to the crew." There were some snickering around them.
"You bit him. He giving you to crew now."
"What?" England widen his eyes. "No!" He started struggling against the captain, Hizir, who pushed him to the ground.
"Have fun with him, and tell me if he bites anyone." Hizir laughed before leaving England and his crew.
"Disgusting..." One of the many men said. "Someone should go get a bucket of water to clean his hair."
"On it!" Another man screamed before leaving.
"The captain said that this English whore bit him, so remember to avoid his mouth."
England was surrounded by pirates, so he couldn't go anywhere. What confused him, though, was that none of them was making a move on him. He sat on his knees and glared at the other men. After a few seconds of silence, he turned to where he saw Leo last, but he wasn't there.
He yelped out loudly when a sudden splash of water, cold as the air around them, soaked him. The other men laughed at his reaction. His hips were lifted up in the air soon after, and he could practically feel some fo the men gazing at him.
"St-Stop!" He struggled to get away. Multiple men pinned him down to keep him from moving. He felt someone easily slipping into his hole. It didn't hurt, though. He couldn't feel much of anything. He just laid and waited. That was all he could do besides scream, but he didn't feel enough to want to scream. He just waited for a- 'Probably rare'- opportunity to fight.
"He's being really quiet, now. Do you think he knows that he's being fucked right now? He's been taking dicks so much lately, he must be numb by now. He almost feels... Relaxed..." The man talking stood up. England didn't do anything different.
A different man replaced the first one inside of England once the first man finished. England felt even less with the second guy. Eventually, the men holding him down stood back up to release their manhoods. England looked up once he heard the zipper the men surrounding him started stroking their members to life.
He almost felt like... No. He wouldn't show them how much of a whore he is by pleasuring them himself. He could wait for everyone to finish on their own. He almost hoped that he would pass out again, but he wasn't tired enough or in too much pain to pass out. He didn't need to squirm any more. Not for the rest of the day, anyway...
Spain sat on the pile of cusions next to the bed in the bedroom. His hands were tied behind his back and there was a small coil of rope tied around his head to muffle his protests, if any.
"Um..." Romano looked at Spain. "This is going to be awkward with another man in here... Especially Spain."
Turkey shushed him and pushed on his chest so he was lying down on the bed. "Ignore'im..." Turkey bit Romano's neck lightly. "Ya' should suck me off..." Romano immediately shook his head. "I think so, unless ya' like it dry?"
Romano moved his head so Turkey's lips could stay on his neck. "Couldn't you just use water or something? I'm not in the mood anyway... I'm only doing this so you'll leave Spain and Italy alone. Just... Get it over with." He shut his eyes and surpressed a moan when Turkey started sucking on his neck.
"I'll jus' haf'ta get ya' aroused, then." Turkey reached up to tweak on Romano's single curled hair.
"No- wait..." Romano moaned and arched his back. "I d-don't think he..." He shut his eyes and turned away. Turkey leaned over to lick his neck. "Ah- more..." The older man's other hand reached down and up Romano's robe.
"I love ya', jus' like I love all of my slaves..." He pushed a finger inside of Romano, who yelped and moaned into the pillow.(2) "Do ya' love me?"
Romano opened his eyes and blushed. "I..." He averted his eyes away. "...I love it when you touch me..." He whispered. "But I don't... L-Love... You... I don't think I do... I- A-Ah~..."
"Ya', wha'?" Turkey slipped his finger out to slip two of them back in.
"I'm... I kinda... Like it here... I'm... Kinda h-happy..." He groaned in both pleasure and frustration. "Fuck me already, damn it!" Romano screamed, forgetting that Spain was in the room with them.
Turkey chuckled and stood up to remove his clothes. Romano slipped his boxers off and kicked them away. His hips were lifted up so Turkey could shove inside of the Italian. "Yer so warm... I almos' feel like I'm meltin' inside of ya'."
Spain tried hiding his head under some of the cusions to muffle out Romano's moans. "Ah- Sadiq!" Romano moaned. He tried sitting up on Turkey so he could wrap his hands behind him and wrap them around Turkey's neck. He was helped up and down by Turkey. "Dammit Tur-Sadiq! I need to be touched on the outside, as well!"
Turkey laughed in his ear. "That doesn' sound like beggin' ta' me. 'Not even a question."
Romano growled in frustration. "I want to be touched, dammit! Please! I need to be touched... Please..."
"Much betta'..." Turkey licked the back of Romano's ear and wrapped one of his hands around Romano's regions. Romano's moans turned higher in pitch. He tried licking Turkey's cheek from his current position.
"...So good... I'm about to... C-Cum!" Romano's voice squeaked when he ejaculated in Turkey's hand. He started grunting with every thrust until Turkey finally finished up inside of him. Romano got up and off of Turkey. He lied down and panted in exhaustion. "Um..." He started.
"Yes?" Turkey asked. He brushed his hand in Romano's hair.
"Dammit... I need to say this... I just... When I said that I didn't love you, I never ment that I didn't like you... Because I do... I like you, sort of..." Turkey chuckled at Romano. "What's so damn funny?"
"Yer so cute!" He leaned over to give Romano's cheek a soft kiss. "'Tired?"
Romano's eyes moved to look at Turkey. "I'm more thirsty than anything..."
"Then I will get someone ta' give ya' somethin' ta' drink." Turkey got off of the bed and pulled on the strings that were keeping the curtains of the canopy bed up. He walked over to Spain. He leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Don' make a sound. I think he forgot yer here, an' I like that righ' now." He picked Spain up before leaving the room...
England stayed still while Leo was cleaning him up. He was resting on his arms while waiting. He felt his eye lids getting heavy from exhaustion.
"Those dumbasses..." Leo swore in his own language. "You rest with me this night. Make you look okay for English ships."
"...Are you not going to have your way with me?" England asked in almost a whisper. Leo shook his head.
"'Do not feel like it... 'Teach you some Turkish to... Impress, Sadiq."
"What?" England turned his upper half of his body so he could see the other man. "Why would I want to impress Sadiq?"
"Trust... You will when off this ship." Leo lifted England up with little effort.
"Then... I'll teach you some more English, in exchange..." England offered. 'It would be less annoying to talk to him, then.'
Leo smile softly. "'Would like that..."
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(1) It's not in bad taste to use a real person in this fic, is it? I mean, it's not a comedy, and even if it was, it's been over twenty-two years... What was it... Twenty-two and a... Third years for something to become funny, according to South Park?
(2) *Sighs* I... For WHATEVER REASON, was about to say "toilet" instead of "pillow." DON'T ASK ME HOW! My boyfriend thinks that Spiker's was controlling my mind for a second...
... "Romano moaned into the toilet..."
(Spanish) "Bastardo" - "Bastard"
(Turkish) "Evet" - "Yes"
And uh...
ZELDA!
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"I need to pee..."
...
"That's... Nice."