A/N: I don't own Hetalia. Anything written doesn't mean it is an expression of the authors views or ideals. Thank you awesome people for reading and reviewing. Thank you so much for waiting! So sorry for taking so long!
Warning: Historical Inaccuracy, Child Molestation, Non-Con, Violence, Torture, Reader discretion is advised.
Chapter 13- *Love The Way You Lie*-Normal P.O.V.
Groaning, "Errgh... My head." Arthur awoke from his brief slumber. Feeling strange before he remembered. "Oh... Right. I ran into..."
"HI!" Scaring the bejeezus out of the Brit causing the chains that held him down on the ground to rattle. He examined his surroundings finding himself in a sort of dungeon or torture room. He was chained down to a circular rock with metal bars over him that looked like handles to help it rotate. The metal bars seemed to be connected to metal beneath the rock where the chains were bolted down to. 'What in bloody hell?' If Arthur didn't have a sick feeling in his stomach before he definitely did now. "Finally, you're awake I've been waiting for forever." Green eyes beheld a sight of the young man in red and black leather. It was skin tight and showed off his lithe curves quite well. Belts around the waist line with a knife and a few outside pockets to hold certain supplies. And a gold Imperial Russian crest around the left collar bone to show off who he belonged to. Making Arthur cringe at the thought of the meaning of that. Blue eyes that stood out stared at his victim in an almost innocent way.
"America." Arthur stated the being for who he was.
"Bingo!" America winked at his prisoner. "You win the prize."
"..." The brit choosing for once to remain silent. For the next few minutes they just stared at each other. One expression nervous from wondering what was to become of him and the other thinking.
Then America pouted looking at the wall of the cell they were in. "Well, I thought I had it all planned out. But, frankly... I don't know what to do with you now that I have you! In a way, I thought this day would never come." Sighing and blushing as if he was talking about a long time crush. Placing his hands on his flushed cheeks trying to contain his cheshire grin. "You see, I've really only had one playmate and after awhile he gets boring. And I wasn't allowed to do anything major to him for Master wouldn't let me." Walking in a sort of sashay around his prey like a predator.
"Who do you mean?" Arthur found opportunity to get to know what the young lad had been up to and wanted to distract the boy. A fierce sound zipped through the air.
SMACK!
America slapped him across the face so hard his lip started to bleed and might've felt a few teeth loosen. Leaving a very red hand print as well. The young boy glared. "Don't interrupt me again." The warning didn't seemed to reach the man in chains as he spat blood before questioning him again.
"Where is your master? Where is Russ-"
SMACK!
Another good blow was placed on the other side of the Brits face. "To make it even." Alfred sounded pleased with himself. Sure, his hand slightly hurt from the amount of force he used, but it was worth seeing the man in pain and flinching. Looking at the guy he decided to indulge him, after all, it wasn't everyday he got to talk to different people. "And to answer your question, My playmate was Raivis or who you might know as Latvia. As for where my master is, he's right here!"
A chuckle could be heard behind him sending chills down his spine. Alfred placed his hands on the metal bars above Arthur pushing the contraption he was attached to in the motion till he faced Russia. Who happened to watching the whole time quietly in a red furred chair that was sort of like a throne. "Why Arthur, you don't look so good. Quite pathetic really." Amusement showing in his tone. His violet eyes seeming to glow in the dimly litted cell. Alfred walked over to his master and sat in his lap. Nuzzling into his scarf like he has many times before.
"What shall I do with him Master? I have so many ideas! I don't know what to do!" The boy pouted.
Ivan felt along Alfred's thigh until he found the pocket that was connected to the belt and pulled out a clear tube connected to a needle. In other words a syringe. "Inject some of this in his neck. It will help keep him awake."
Taking the syringe with a grin he hopped off his masters lap and turned to Arthur. "Great idea! After all, we worked so hard and we wouldn't want you to miss all the fun."
"Don't you dare-!" The sharp object being pressed roughly inside his neck and the liquid feeling like it would burn in his veins. "Ugh!" He cried out in pain.
"Oh~ Don't be a baby. I have to get these needles in me almost every year! It's mostly to help from getting sick from viruses. But, in your case... Your's is special." Alfred reprimanded the older man. He failed to mention he's also had needles in him just for fun along with various poisons. Now Alfred was practically immune to poison of any kind, you name it. Some of it he made himself. You might say it was a side hobby and even collected venom from insects and reptiles. Alfred also made the time to study and created antidotes. Since he grew immune, the tsar often requested his presence at the palace to taste the food. Ivan was quite proud of his colony for his accomplishments
"So, now that I have you let me see what my little invention can do." Alfred took one of the bars and in began spinning Arthur until he felt sick to his stomach. Normally, he had a strong stomach from years out at sea. But, the motion was too fast for Alfreds strength caused the spinning to be extra rapid. Alfred giggled seeing the older mans face, despite being slightly blurry he could tell he was nearly green. Stopping his invention he saw Arthur hit his head with a thunk! He decided his new toy should be called "The Merry Go Round", for it went around and around and it made him quite merry. He asked, "So what do you think?"
Arthur groaned placing his hands on his head feeling really dizzy and sick. "Ugh... It's terrible... Like your master, that Bastard Russia." Glaring weakly at the man who sat watching the show.
Russia decided to speak up again, "Aw~ Is that any way to speak to your host? You hurt my feelings." Chuckling behind his hand that supported the weight on his head, while he leaned relax in his throne.
Alfred gasped alarmed and went to his masters side. "Is there anything I can do?" Concern showing in his tone sincerely. Turning back to glare at Arthur. Growling at him, "You'll pay." Arthur flinched wanting nothing more than to avoid any pain coming his way.
Ivan patted his colonys hair, "Now, now.~ I was being sarcastic."
Alfred purred calming down. Feeling his masters hands through his hair made him shiver in need. And idea came to him, "Master Ivan?"
"Da?"
Arthur watched as the boy straddled and kissed Russia on the mouth shocked at how intimate instead of just an innocent peck. 'What has Russia done?'
Licking his masters lips, Alfred whispered, "Take me..." Eyes glazed with pleasure as he grinded his hips into Ivans lap in slow motion.
Ivan groaned already feeling hard. 'He is getting a little too good at this.' "Hmmm. You've almost convinced me." Placing his hands on Alfreds sides giving a little motivation.
Whining. Alfred took off his belts and placed his masters hands on the zippers that held the pants together. The kind of zippers where they zipped from the hips to the lower thighs making it easier to take off. By Alfred's own design. Gazing at his chained prisoner with a steel stare. "Show him who I belong to... Claim your territory Master."
Taking Alfred's head and roughly pushed his face to his, kissing him passionately sliding his tongue along Alfred's warm cavern. Thinking of the hotter one down below he unzipped himself with one hand, while the other felt and held the boy to rub against him. It took a good few seconds, but he managed to pull his pants and undergarments out of the way to claim his colony.
They parted gasping for air and Ivan ordered, "Lower yourself on to me." His eyes strayed to Arthur making sure he was watching or else he would burn his eyes out with a hot poker.
Alfred whimpered as he felt Ivan tease his puckering hole wanting... No Needing his Masters large cock inside him. Good thing he prepared himself earlier, but it still wasn't enough. Gasping as he went down his inners swallowing his master beautifully and painfully.
Ivan smirked at the boys expression. Even after having sex many a time, he could still blush and look so innocent while impaling himself on him. "Fuck yourself on me." Changing the pace. If Alfred wanted him to claim him, he was going to have to work for it.
The boy pouted, but did as he was told. Lifting himself and lowering himself again slowly getting used to riding his Master. "Ah!" Feeling his muscles being stretched and tightening around the pulse inside him. Going a bit faster Ivans precum helping smooth things along. 'More.. I need more!' Alfred's thoughts clouded with pleasure trying to go faster, but he wasn't hitting the spot he needed to hit.
Ivan groaned in pleasure at the speed and the heat of the moment. His colony needed a little help with the rhythm, so he halted his movement a short moment. Lifting his hips helping Alfred. "O-oh.~" Alfred shivered thoroughly enjoying going slow and he felt his Master lift him and turn him over. Reverse Cowgirl style. Thrusting in fast and hitting the spot. "The-There Master! Please right there!" He was faced with Arthur the boy noticed. Gasping as Ivan hit his prostate yet again, he smiled at his victim and how powerful he felt. His Master made him feel like a God of pleasure and torture. He would return the favor and moved his hips more rapidly.
His Master moaned, "Fredka~."
His colony has tried him one last time. He moved one of his hands taking Alfreds nipple and twisted it. "Ahh Master." Leaning into his Master's touch loving the pain. "Please. Please. Fuck me. Fuck me." He pleaded. Growling he took both his hands nails digging into Alfreds skin and taking his own pleasure once again roughly thrusting into that tight, hot hole. Until, he finally came and filled his colony to the brink with his cum. Alfred moaned and whimpered feeling the hot liquid seep out of him. He shivered with the need to cum.
Ivan gripped Alfreds thighs spreading them further showing Alfred off with his marks like a prize to Arthur. Grinning at the fact Alfred held his orgasm waiting for his command. Speaking of which. "Cum Alfred."
Sighing in relief, releasing his cum on himself and the floor. Some slithered in between his balls and anus mixing with his Masters. Alfred leaned against his master breathing heavily. Closing his eyes relaxed still full with his Master inside him.
Ivan didn't want to disturb the boy, but the boy still had a job to do. He removed himself from Alfred smacking his ass lightly. "Get up. You still have your duty to attend to." Reffering to the man who watched them with wide unbelieving eyes.
"You're... You're sick!" Arthur exclaimed. Rattling his chains wanting to murder the Russian. How dare they... They do that in front of him! It was... "Sick.."
"No, I am quite well. Thanks for your concern." Ivan smiled his usual with his eyes closed. He turned to Alfred who gathered himself up and dressed once again in his red and black suit. "Now, I'll leave you alone pet. I have some business to attend to with Maxim."
"Okay Master Ivan." A slight limp in his step, he kissed his Master on the cheek in farewell. The silver haired nation made his way out of the room to wherever, Alfred turned back to Arthur. "Now! You're all mine now. Hope you don't mind.~" Giggling.
"You're torturing me because of what happened to your mother. Is that it?" Arthur glared at the mislead child. Alfred stopped then. He pressed on. "Well, I didn't kill her. Obviously, if you're here then you must know she's still alive!"
Alfreds eyes glazed over in a sort of out-of-it look. Slightly, remembering his mother. She sort of looked like the woman he saw from afar earlier. But, she felt... Weaker. Not the strong mother he once knew and loved. His mother was Mother Russia. The strongest and most powerful nation. "Of course!" Alfred brightened. "What are you stupid? You just met him. I know it's quite confusing to call him a motherland, when he's a man, but! That's the way it is. My mother is Mother Russia." He told the Brit with conviction.
"No." Arthur went slower for the boys sake. "The woman. Native America."
Shaking his head, Alfred sighed. "I'm afraid you're mistaking the natives here as my Native Mother's people. They're my people now. And Master Ivans. Even your colonies have become one to join us. Pretty soon I hear we'll have one more to join us.~" Of course, he felt a little one making itself known. A small warm fuzzy feeling.
Arthur was confused at that. Then he remembered Native America letting the three countries earlier know that she was pregnant. Why was America acknowledging a babys existence before his own mother?
The boy continued. "This country will be third strongest to myself and Master Ivan. We'll be raising it together. All obstacles who stand in the way of that goal..." Looking at Arthur with a dangerous leer. "Will be destroyed. Even Native America." Calling his own mother by her nation name and threatening her. What was wrong with him?
"You knew?" Arthur took a shot out of the dark.
Alfred remained grinning and took one of the knives from the table nearby and stabbed Arthur in the back of his thigh.
"AAAAHHHH!" The poor British man cried out in pain. He guessed right.
"Uuuh~huuh!" Alfred agreed getting the truth out there. "My Master thinks I've forgotten all about my old family. But... Who needs a brother who betrayed me by allowing himself to be raised by you! And that pervert Frenchie. The one's who started this whole thing by threatening my Native Mother?!" Taking a stab at his other leg causing the man to scream once again. "As for her, why would she not cross the great waters to rescue her sons? Why leave us alone? It's her fault for being weak!" Digging the edge of his boots into Arthurs flesh wounds. The British man deeply regretting bringing up the topic. "That's why my mother is the one who raised me is Mother Russia. I don't need a weak family by my side. I have a strong love and a Master who won't ever leave me alone. Who'll always come and rescue me. In return, I will be his hero!"
Arthurs sight began to blur as he coughed a little. Alfred got bored with the instrument and got a different favorite. It was a a scalpel usually used by doctors to help perform surgery and help patients. But, in this case... it was torture because of no painkillers or anesthesia. Alfred even pulled out a needle and thread as a full set. "Hmmm. In a way, I believe I've lied to Master Ivan." Gasping at the realization. He turned to his victim. "I need to sow your mouth shut now, so you won't be able to talk.~" Loving his simple solution. "Even if Master Ivan heard you, he'd probably think you're lying. So..." pausing to look at the man who seemed so small to him now. "Go ahead. Tell the truth, you'll find you won't love it so much."
Taking the British mans face in his hand, his other raised the needle going through the side top part of his lip. "No! Please, don't!" His cries were for naught as the boy continued and it became impossibly more painful to resist the thread now connecting his lips. Fresh blood running down his chin. All he could do now was hum loudly. "Hmmm! Hmmm!" Wanting help that wouldn't come.
"AhHAHAHAHA! This is too much! Hmmm! Hmm!" The boy mocked him. Soon He spun Arthur again on his merry go round taking himself along with his victim, enjoying the small air brushing through his gold hair stained with blood. "See how much fun we're having? We'll have lots more don't you worry.~"