While it may not have been intentional, Berwald betrayed me.
"No! Stop! Please! Berwald, help me!" All Tino could do was cry for help. All Berwald could do was just stand there looking sorry. Berwald was too ashamed to make eye contact with his lover; Berwald was a neutral country, so as Tino fought hard and to his highest capability, Berwald was not able to help him. "I'm so sorry, Finland," he said quietly, but still loud enough for Tino to hear.
Finland? He's calling me Finland? No. That means...
"Hear that," Russia whispered into his ear, "he called you by your country name, not your human name. He doesn't love you any more. You're not Tino anymore, are you." Finland stopped, a tear trickled out of his right eye. "You're going to lose. Just let me invade you now, before I completely tear you apart," Russia grinned.
Finland's body hurt from fighting so much, so many of his men were killed, every one of them that died added to the pain. Finland was smaller than Russia, and couldn't afford to loose as many as Russia's. But the moment Sweden used his country name, not human name, Finland gave up, let his tired body go limp. Submitted to Russia's power, and let him take him away.
I was part of Russia's Soviet Union. Since I'm optimistic and naïve, I thought I could see Estonia and Latvia, my friends, again. I thought I could meet a country called Lithuania, who Estonia once told me about. Lithuania sounded nice. I thought I could have met other countries there, and made friends. But that was just me trying to make the best of a bad situation, allowing myself to become part of the Soviet Union was something I didn't want to do. But Russia defeated me, and Sweden betrayed me.
Finland woke up, laying in a cold cellar, wearing nothing but a vest and boxers. "Wh-what happened?" He muttered. Then he remembered being thrown down the stairs. He tried to move, putting his weight on his left arm, but he immediately collapsed. "That's right. My arm's broken." He tried to move his other arm, but found it was chained to the wall. He soon felt tears reaching his eyes and rolling down his face. The face of Sweden smiling kept flashing behind his eyes.
Finland jumped at the sound of the door being unlocked. The small amount of dim electric lights flickered into life. Russia entered, closing the door behind him. He stepped down the stairs, heavy leather boots hit the concrete stairs, the sound echoing around the cellar. Russia also wore a dark-grey trench coat with large lapels, a hat with the Hammer and Sickle symbol on the front, but Finland couldn't see that he was wearing anything underneath.
Russia strode to Finland, knelt down, grabbed Finland by the jaw bone, and licked his face. Finland squirmed inside as Russia's tongue slithered up and down his face. "You're cute," Russia said. Finland trembled, not knowing what to say. Russia stood up, and with a few swift movements of his arms and head, the trench coat and fell away, and a body of large muscles was revealed before him. Finland stared at him, Russia was so...big. His muscles, and penis. It made him feel intimidated. That was when Finland knew for sure what was about to happen. He wouldn't let himself think it, but now the thought of it was overwhelming: he was about to get raped. Russia grabbed the vest Finland was wearing, and tried to rip it off, "No!" Finland protested, trying to push Russia away. But Russia, without saying anything, grabbed Finland's broken arm. Finland cried out in pain as Russia crushed it. When Russia was finally finished crushing Finland's already broken arm, which took just under a minute, Finland tears streamed down Finland's face, and his throat ached from screaming. "Look at that," whispered Russia into his ear, "now I've gotten me hard for you." Finland opened his eyes, and right in front of them was Russia's erect penis. "So big," he subconsciously whispered to himself.
"Do you like it? Because I'm going to put it in your ass," Russia smiled.
"No," gasped Finland.
Although I'm not heterosexual, I still didn't want to have sex with Russia. I told Russia to stop, but he didn't.
Russia squeezed Finland's butt cheeks, so Finland kicked him away, after Russia was kicked away, he smiled. Russia slapped Finland's legs, he rummaged in a box for a few seconds, before bringing out a whip. Russia sat on Finland's legs, so he couldn't move them, and whipped his back. Now Finland didn't even bother screaming, knowing it wouldn't help. Russia only whipped him a few times, but slid down to Finland's feet, and kissed and licked Finland's ass. Finland cried again, giving up hope. Then Russia slid his penis into his little ass.
Russia lay on top of Finland, "You're so tight. Even more than Estonia," whispered Russia. Russia pounded Finland's ass over and over again. Pulling his penis in and out, in and out. He silenced Finland's screams by covering his mouth with his hand, and pushing Finland's jaw closed.
Deep inside me. Up inside my body. I wanted to cry out, but he wouldn't let me. Russia was the one that took my anal virginity. I felt his warm penis, far up into the lower part of my body. The friction ached. It hurt. He grabbed my nipples, pinching them.
Russia came. Finland felt himself fill up with cum. Russia pulled his penis out of Finland's ass, some semen still stuck to it.
Some poured out of my ass and onto the floor. I looked away from Russia.
Russia placed a collar around Finland's neck. "You're my pet now, da?" Russia smiled sweetly, "I'll be back soon." Russia put back on the coat and hat, walked up the stairs, turned off the light, and left, locking the door behind him. Russia left Finland, once again, alone in the dark.