A/N: I don't own Hetalia. Anything written doesn't mean it is an expression of the authors views or ideals. Now then- I'M SO HAPPY! To answer some questions I got... CobraQueen35 plus guests~ It is in the past kind of story, but I havent decided yet if it will carry into our present times. I don't usually like to put exact dates, so I can grace the characters with lovely appliances like indoor plumbing. (Such a wonderful thing yes?) Mainly, the time will pass and America will continue to grow! And YES the Mord-Siths did wear red leather (With a bit of black). Want Alfred when he gets older to wear a similar outfit? ;) Feel free to ask more! Without me giving too much away. Onward my lovelies!
Warning: Historical Innaccuracy, Child Abuse, Child Molestation, Non-Con, Abuse, Reader discretion is advised.
Chapter 10-*You Are Mine*-Normal P.O.V.
Alfred in tears somehow made it to the top of the stairs without incident. Also, outrunning the older boy even with his injuries still healing. He did run around in the snow, but it was much more careful than the sprint he was doing now. His legs stung a bit as he felt a few reopen as he ran as fast as he could. He saw the door that lead to his masters office. As he was about to reach for the handle he felt himself being lifted up. He gasped seeing Latvia. He caught up!
"Hel-! Mmf!" His mouth got covered by the teenage country.
"Please, calm down America!" He whispered and shook as he struggled to keep the boy in his arms. But, the kid did what he did to France and bit him in his hand. "Ouch!" He let go instinctively of him.
"HELP MASTER!" Alfred closed his eyes as he wailed for his hero to come for him. The door opened on call to reveal Ivan staring at the scene before him. Latvia started to sweat and shake in fear. His shoulders hunched with his fists in front of his face to keep from crying.
The powerful nation ordered his new colony, "Alfred, open your eyes." For even if his eyes were full of tears they were such a beautiful blue to be admired. The young boy did as he was told. "Now, tell me little one what is wrong?"
Alfred went to hug his saviors leg and cried, "Latvia was being mean! And telling me how you don't love me and bullying me." He told Ivan all about the poor nation, who was just trying to help, His wrongdoings.
Ivan smiled quite happy with the situation. He was quite bored in his office signing paper work for his boss anyway. Just some business about sending his own men across the seas to America. Of course, he would only send his best warriors, farmers, and doctors. Only the best for his "Russian American Colony." Killing some Englishman, possibly some French. Conquering the lands. All that fun stuff. He was sure his people would spare the Natives there. For he spared the Native Alaskans... Now they got along famously! "Ah~ Did he now?" He gently cradled the infant sized country in his arms. He had his gaze on Latvia now. Oh, how Latvia trying to get America to run away from him actually helped Ivan in gaining more of his love. But, sadly, he would have to discipline the kid for disreputable behavior. After all, he couldn't have his little Baltics joining and fighting against him. He would fix that. Or... A thought came to Ivan.
"Fredka... You know out of everyone I know..." Making sure the boy was listening to him he lifted him, so they could see eye to eye. "I love you most."
Alfreds face brightened his zeal returning to him. "Master Ivan!" He hugged the older nations around his scarfed neck. "I love you too!" He cuddled into the hidden scars beneath the soft material. Alfred gave a small kiss on one of the jagged marks causing Ivan to smirk at the heartfelt sentiment. Returning the peck on the boys head near the callick causing the boy to blush. For his callick was a rather sensitive hair strand that wouldn't stay down with the rest of his hair.
"Latvia was bad for saying such awful things wasn't he my Fredka?" He questioned the boy. Smiling so decievingly innocent. Alfred lifted his head looking at Latvia glaring at him.
"Yes."
Ivan took a few steps closing the space Latvia had to run away. Trapping him against the wall. "Would you say he needs to be punished?"
Alfred thought about it. 'He was saying mean things about Master Ivan. He can't just get away with it!' Then he remembered what he learned earlier and used his arms to brace himself over his master. His master looked at him questionably. The boy pressed his lips against Ivans, his cheeks blushing before his pink tongue leaving a wet trail and nibbling slightly. "Please Master?" His lips making slight contact still as his eyes showed mischief shining in full. The man groaned his colony using what he taught him well. He would grant his wish.
Ivan turned his attention back on the cowering Raivis. "Da!~" His happiness apparent. He moved America to one arm as his colony sat on his forearm. Using his other one to grab Latvia by his arm and dragged him downstairs into "The Room" he used earlier on Alfred.
Raivis bowed his head crying out, "Please don't! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Struggling behind the pair. Lithuania would save him! Surely, he would! He tripped as hope began vanishing little by little. Estonia couldn't for he left the house to get food from the market. As they neared more down the hall. The kitchen not so far away Lithuania saw his in-a-way little brother being taken. Lithuania gasped. But, seeing America with Russia he looked away. Russia was too obsessed to be stopped or distracted. Besides... He took most of Latvia's share of punishments.
'Maybe it will do him some good to stop the diarrhea of the mouth... I'm sorry, but I can't save you this time...' Lithuania locked his gaze with Latvia's sending his apology. Then went into the kitchen to do whatever chore needed to be done even while the tears streamed down his face in regret. And with that in that split second Latvia's hopes dashed as in a short moment he would be in the room. It might as well have said above the door. "Abandon hope all ye who enter here."
*On The Eastern American Shore*
The English settlers were trying their absolute best to get by. They voyaged through the rough seas on their ship called "The Mayflower" and barely survived. Being cast out of the country of England, despite the claim of still being apart of it. Considering the fact that England even traveled with them on his own ship to oversee their operation and went back with a child. The fact that child was a personification was proof that they could live on the land. The people left in search of this promised land where they were allowed freedom. Mainly the freedom of religion. They left to the New World full of hope, but after making it... The light of hope seem to grow more bleak and dim. They didn't have any weapons and not much food rations left. With food running out it left another dilemma. They didn't have a shred of farming skills for most were born and raised in the city limits of London. The most they could do was make a light camp for shelter using the wood from their ship in the forest that was still near the sea. Since, the King granted their expedition surely he would send some form of help.
One man said, "We might have to ask the Natives that live here for help."
Another spoke up, "Are you insane?! They'll scalp us alive for what has transpired!" Referencing to how the few men that England brought to retrieve the child had already killed two of their own and threatened their Native Mother. While they continued to come up with solutions. Ships begun to arrive.
One of the women pointed it out. "Look! Ships!"
Another woman rejoiced. "Oh! How our Lord is merciful and kind!" Grasping the Holy Bible to her chest. The people went to the shore to greet their visitors. As the ships drew closer they could see the flags on the ship were different and began to quiet down not knowing who their visitors were. It would be some time before the men that got off the ship in vast numbers carrying various supplies in several life boats. The first Englishman that spoke up went up to the strange newcomers and talked to what appeared to be their leader.
"I do not recognize your flag. Where do you strangers hale from?"
The leader of the newcomers with his large body frame and his foreign clothing looked down upon the man addressing him. He began to speak to his men. "They do not understand Russian. How sad for them." His men laughed mockingly at the poor sight of people in front of them. "Fortunately, they will be of great use to us. And claim this land for our great nation of Mother Russia. If they don't do as we say... Kill the men and make the women our slaves." The man ordered in a cool tone as to not alarm the English pig in front of him. He answered him in English for being in the Russian military they learn to speak several languages. "We have come in peace from our Motherland of Russia. Your king has abandoned you! Therefore we have come to help you organize and whatever you need."
"Oh, how wonderful news is this! We are ever so grateful!" Exclaimed the man. Like a lamb being lead to the slaughter. Or a chicken relaxing in the dark before it's head gets cut off.
'It's all going according to plan. Amerika, the New World, is ours.~' The Russian men happily carried out their duties. The English settlers were sad that their own king had not sent for help, but they now had these kind Russians to help them survive. Building suitable homes, teaching the people how to farm by having them watch, and teaching them their language. They noticed the native spies that were around. They will have to deal with soon enough.
*Back with Alfred, Ivan, and Latvia*
Going with the thought that Ivan had earlier he asked his young colony. "Do you wish to do the punishing this time?" It surprised the young child. He never expected to be the one getting his hands dirty.
America nervously fidgeted, "I... I don't know if I'll be any good at it." Looking at the sharp objects on the table and thought how he cut his own finger on one earlier. The long black thing he learned was called a "whip" hurt. But, it would take some time to learn how to use it. So, he looked around more and found a stick like thing that looked like a spear, but with a shiny metal arrow pointed tip. 'I could use one of those!' He cheerfully thought how his mother taught him how to throw one. He picked it up and it was a bit heavier than expected, but managable and could be used just to stab. His prey being the one now in his place chained to the wall. Seeing his Master admire Latvia shirtless and so helpless Master Ivan licked his lips. Strangely... The boy felt a pang of jealousy from Latvia's position.
Ivan nodded in approval. 'Hmm. He has good sense in what he can handle.' Praising his Alfred. "Good choice. Now..." He positioned the boy in a sideways stance. Pointing the weopon towards the Kissing Alfreds cheek and whispering in his ear. "Have fun."
"Da~" He repeated the word with glee.
He sprung out right away and the metal part cut into his preys side drawing blood. "AAAAHH!" Latvia cried out. Though really, it was just more or less a scratch and more from fright than pain. America took notice of then that his cut was the only thing on the teenagers body. No scars... Was he precious to Master? If so, if he scarred him he would no longer be anything to his Master.
"ONLY I'M PRECIOUS TO MASTER IVAN!" He yelled before taking the spear and drawing it over Latvia's chest as if it were a stick drawing a picture in the sand. "HE'S MINE! MINE! MINE!" Doing it slowly and deeply to make sure his feelings were clear. How much he cared for his Master. His Savior. His everything! And his Master couldn't have been more proud. Alfred then just did a final stab through his victims shoulder where it already felt his arm was being held up and put out of it's socket. Of course, having to stab from his position he had blood spatter all over him. Latvia screamed in agony before passing out from the pain he's been through. Alfred was going to go at it again before Ivan stopped him.
"Now~ Now~ Fredka play nicely. He's already passed out." Ivan pointed out. "You have done well moi dear Amerika.~" Seeing his bloodsoaked colony was a turn on for the older nation. His cock swelling underneath his baggy pants and thick coat. It was too bad his colony was still so small, otherwise he would've had the boy on his hands and knees pounding into that tight hot cavern.
America licked the blood off his hand cleaning it and unknowingly teasing his Master. "Have I done good Master Ivan?"
His master bent down his voice lowered so seductively, "Very well done." Licking some of the red liquid that graced his beloved colonys cheek. Before taking America's face and placing his fingers opening the boys mouth a little.
"Ah-." America gasped feeling his body feel hot again most uncomfortably. Before he felt his masters mouth devouring his once more. Taking in mind to breath through his nose carefully, he did just that. But, still felt so out of breath. Ivan explored Alfreds wet oral structure his tongue claiming every inch of his core. Tasting the metallic taste of blood as well. Driving his lust wildly. Seperating from the kiss to catch their breath for a moment only saliva connecting them. "M-Master I-Ivaan. I feel weird down the- there." The boy voiced out. His lower part was definitely feeling the blood flow and hardening.
"Down where?" Ivans teasing his colony. Small revenge for earlier. He saw the little tent in the boys pants and Alfred decided to take his underwear off relieving him for a moment. But, the feeling was still there! He kept his overdress on. His master looked at him as a ravenous wolf would look at fresh meat. "Would you like to know how to take care of it?"
"Yes Master." Alfred blushed needing something to be done with himself! He needed his Master. Said man took off his gloves and placed his hand in front of the boy.
He commanded. "Lick." And did as he was told only licking the fingers. Ivan placed his fingers for thats all he needed. Squeezing lightly.
"Ah!" America fell onto his Master. It felt so good! "Again please!" His blue eyes pleading with all his being. His wish was granted. Ivans fingers slid up and down the boys hardened member. After only a minute or two the boy came and cum gathered on his fingers. He would train the boy later on when he was older to cum when he said so. Yes. How he would be trained so well. He watched the boy as his eyelids closed in pleasure and fell furthur into Ivans embrace. Closing his eyes tiredly before falling asleep. Leaving his Master with his "problem". It was only expected for someone so young and inexperienced, but with time that would change. Ivan gathered the boy and placed him beside himself on his bed under the covers. His erection by that time was thankfully put to rest for now.
It was going to be painful to hold himself back until Alfred grew older. He thought. 'It will be worth it when I have claimed all of his being. And he will enjoy it.' He couldn't wait! Closing his eyes, Ivan rested himself cuddling his Alfred in his arms putting an end to this successful day.
*Quite Some years Have Passed~ And Now with England*
"What the bloody hell is going on?!" Arthur Kirkland his fists slamming down on the table. Scaring Canada like he always has. France his concern for the man increasing at the news they just heard. They were in the kinds personal study. The Queen being elsewhere at that time. It seemed the New World had lost contact with Great Britian. The King and Queen grew concerned for if their claim on the territory had weakened... Other countries would rise to claim it. Sure they had gained Canada from France later after America, but the north was a vast wasteland of snow and ice. So, America was much more valuable.
"You must go back to the New World Britain." The king ordered. He was the boss and so how could the nation representative refuse? Britain felt sick. He hadn't been there since...
He bowed his head and said, "Yes sire. At your will, I will depart immediately."
"Good." And that was all that was said on the subject. Little did the country know what awaited him from across the ocean...