A/N: I don't own Hetalia. Anything written doesn't mean it is an expression of the authors views or ideals. Thanks for sticking with me! Aww, I don't want to write what will happen to little America T_T Someone stop me!

Warning: Historical Innaccuracy, Child Abuse, Child Molestation, Non-Con, Abuse, Reader discretion is advised for future chapters.

Chapter 8- *The Training- Normal P.O.V.*

Ivan led alfred down the hall letting Alfred trail behind him. Alfred seemed to enjoy exploring his new surroundings. He still missed home though and the sun... He looked out a window they were silently passing with only Ivans boots making noise. He gasped at the view. So much snow! He ooed and awed. Ivan paused sensing he was no longer being followed and saw the child gawking at the snow outside. He chucked. "It is snow. Have you not seen it before?"

Nodding with a huge grin on his face, "I seen it at ho... old home. The home where I used to live!" Trying to find the correct words.

Ivan patted his head. "I'll allow you to play in the snow later. That is if you'll have the energy later." He winked at the child as Alfred laughed not getting the drift. 'So innocent...' Ivan licked his lips in anticipation. 'I can't wait to break him.' As they continued down the stairs and into a room on the right, especially made for... Playing... The room was big enough to be a master bedroom, but held nothing of the sort besides a wall with torture devices and a steal table with all kinds of knives. It was right in front of the door as if to scare off anyone who dared enter. The weapons were all clean for Ivan took pride in taking care of his things. The only thing that showed its use was his handy Metal Pipe of Pain. The dried blood that would never come off now no matter how many times someone would try to clean it. He smirked how he loved his pipe so much he sometimes used it as a cane as to show off his power in both himself and nobility.

"What are these?" Alfred asked not even afraid to touch the shiny metals on the tables. Accidently cutting his finger. "Ow!" A slight tear threatening to come out of his eyes as he stuck his bleeding finger in his mouth.

"I believe that answered your question for you." Ivan bent to Alfreds level taking his hand and examining the small cut. "It's just a small cut you're fine.~" He smiled brightly. "Don't worry. We will be training, so that these little accidents only happen to others and not to you.~" With that he licked the blood from the boys finger. The boy blushed as the older man started to slowly suck on the digit his violet hues hypnotizing him.

"Ye-Yes... Ivan." He stuttered taking back his hand slowly.

"Yes Master." Ivan corrected. It would be easier getting it in his head now rather than when he was older. "That is what you will call me from now on, unless I say otherwise."

Alfred tried his hand at it innocently, "..Yes, Master." Since, the bleeding stopped in his finger he put his arms to his sides standing at attention waiting for the next thing. Ivan smiled at the willingness to please. Such a good boy.

He patted his golden locks as reward his hand then straying to caress his face. "You will grow strong for me Alfred. For Mother Russia." Alfred unknowingly leaned into the gentle hand and smiled.

"Yes Master." His blue eyes shining like the metals on the table waiting to be of use in their "playtime."

"Excellent." Ivan touched a whip that sat on the table his black gloved hand caressing it. Moving over to the other side of the wall where chains lay hanging, adjusted ahead of time to hold the small colony. He gestured Alfred to come closer as he did as he was told. Ivan moved him his back against the wall. "First lesson: Punishment." Ripping the colonys clothes from his body, the boy gasping at the sudden cold and only having a cloth to cover his lower physique. Taking Alfreds wrists placing the shackles on him adjusting the chains a bit more to keep the boy immobile.

The colony fidgeted and shivered, "W-Why punishment? I-I didn't do anything wrong!" Tears threatened to leave his face.

"You allowed your dear little brother Canada to be taken." Saying the right things to play into the childs guilt. Leaning his lips to Alfreds ear, his warm breath causing goosebumps to go over his flesh. "Because your weak. But, I will make you strong..." Ivans eyes reading the boys reaction as Alfreds glare lowered to defeat. Ivan put his hand under the colony's to have those beautiful blues look at him looking at him with feigned sadness. "I will break you down and build you back up. Until, you're strong enough to save your brother. You Belong to ME." Lowering his smooth voice and kissed the boy on his lips. The boy whimpered his eyes widening in fear.

"Y- Yes Master."

"Good boy." Ivan smiled as he got the whip. "Punishment is all about withstanding pain, which you can use to your advantage later. So, whatever England does to you will be nothing compared to what I do..." Taking the first crack hitting him in the thighs leaving nasty looking red lines.

Alfred cried, "AHH! It hurts!"

*A Glimpse into the Future* -Normal P.O.V.

"Hello Britain" A voice so familiar, almost like a ghost haunting him in the night. Arthur looked to see those eyes that have haunted him since the night Russia had taken him. His nightmare come true as Alfred was posed as a refined gentleman. The air around him so debonair in his attire meant for colder weather, hair slick to the sides, and glasses that sort of made him look like Austria. The very same callick at the top of his head that wouldn't stay down. He also held a black cane that as he unsheathed a hidden sword said, "Do you like pain? I bet I can teach you something about that, DA?"

"Alfred..." Arthur choked out. He couldn't say anything else as the sword struck forward and stabbed straight through him. The older nation coughed up some blood as his vision began to fade he saw the young nation smile as another figure appeared embracing the young man.

A voice that scared even the bravest of men rang in his ears, "You lose, Comrade.~ America is Mine." Then Arthur blacked out...

*End of Glimpse*

The boy held his tears in quite well in Ivans surprise. The small colony knees had buckled at the pain that assembled his whole body except his face. Red slash marks mainly on his arms, back, the sides, and his legs. Most marks only leaving the red line, but some bled for he struck on the purpose of breaking the skin. Ivan could never strike such a pretty face and leave scars on the boy. For his America was meant to be perfect. "Your first lesson is over Fredka~. Now, if you still feel up to it you can go play in the snow." So cruel he was. Ivan unchained him as Alfred fell into his arms not able to hold himself up as he whimpered.

"Di- Did I do good?" His blue eyes rimmed with red from crying. But, strangely Alfred felt the pain from this experience fading already from being closer to the warmth the larger nation provided like a security blanket.

Ivan smiled gently and kissed the colony's forehead, "Very good. Now, to put you in a bath, nurse up your wounds, and you can play in the snow as promised." Alfred smiled as he was carried to do just that. 'Most would have passed out from the pain...' Mused Ivan as he bathed Alfred noticing the marks already begun to fade. 'You will be strong indeed my little colony. Oh yes indeed...'

A/N: Until next time! Let me know how you like/hate with reviews! Thanks so much for sticking this out so far with me.