Title: Surrender

Pairing: Italy x Liechtenstein

Rating: M

WARNING: Torture and sexual harrassment.

A/N I will not be offended if you don't read this chapter. I will be posting another chapter soon after this one, so you can just read that if you want.

This was requested by ItaLiech fan.

Liechtenstein was checking to find the best head of lettuce at the grocer's when she had the strangest feeling that she was being watched. The hair on the back of her neck began standing up. She glanced around but couldn't seem to find anyone suspicious. She turned back to her lettuce but couldn't seem to focus on what she was doing.

Finally, she picked out a head of lettuce and went to the check out place, buying all the groceries she had picked out. She would go home to Switzerland and tell him about her weird feeling and make them both Swiss hot chocolate and then everything would be alright again.

Suddenly she was grabbed from behind. One large hand wrapped over her mouth, cutting off her surprised scream. Another arm wrapped around her waist, trapping her arms at her sides and making her drop her paper bag of groceries. She looked up to suddenly find England, Russia and France standing in front of her. Though England and Russia's faces were filled with barely controlled malice, France stared guiltily at her before looking away.

What's going on? she wanted to ask. What was happening? Why were the Allies here? Why were they attacking her? She wasn't even part of the Axis Powers! She and Switzerland were strictly neutral and there was no reason for them to involve her in their affairs!

"Mmph!" she cried, struggling violently.

"Hush now, Liechtenstein..." said the person holding her. "Don't worry, we won't hurt you... that much."

Liechtenstein's eyes widened in fear as she began to be dragged away. "Mmph! Mmh!"

Suddenly she felt a twinge at the back of her neck, and the world turned black.

Liechtenstein woke up to find herself tied to a chair. Even that would have been scary enough for a lifetime, but the next thing she noticed scared her worse: She could hear the voices of the Allies (America, England, China, Russia) talking about... breaking her. Finding Italy and... breaking her. Instantly she was concerned. What were they planning on doing to Italy? If they even dared to hurt him she would rip their arms from their sockets...

"Hey, she's awake." said America, noticing her squirming against her bonds. The Allies turned toward her. She hissed at them fearfully as they came near, causing Russia to laugh. England and France left- presumably to fetch Italy -and she struggled even harder against her bonds.

"Don't you dare touch him!" she snarled as Russia and China came closer. America snorted derisively.

"What're you planning on doing if we do touch him?" he asked.

"I'll kill you," she told him calmly.

America sneered. "Why'd you even choose Italy anyway? He's such a pasta-loving bitch..."

Liechtenstein spit as far as she could. Time seemed to slow as she watched the spit land right on America's facing, coating the lenses of his stupid glasses.

"You bitch," America hissed. He took two large steps forward and backhanded her so hard that she tasted blood. She refused to whimper though, or even wince. She would not let them break her. She was stronger than most people thought, and she would not let them break her.

America slapped her again, and still she refused to cry.

Russia, who had been watching this whole time, grabbed a cigarette from his coat pocket and lit it, sticking it in his mouth. "Let me try now," he said to America. He removed the cigarette from his mouth and blew smoke in Liechtenstein's face, causing her to cough violently. Then, quick as a viper, he stabbed the burning end of the cigarette onto her arm. She opened her mouth to cry out but stopped just in time. Tears gathered in her eyes, from the pain of the burn and the smoke, but she didn't let them fall. She was strong. She would not break.

America sniggered. "Hey, Russia, wanna see who can make her scream first?"

Russia smiled. "Da. Would you like a cigarette?"

"Yep."

Russia pulled another cigarette from his pocket and lit it off of his, handing it quickly to America so that it wouldn't go out.

"Thanks man," America said. He then pressed to to the inner part of Liechtenstein's elbow, causing her to jerk in pain.

"That was very close, my American friend." Russia noted. He lifted up Liechtenstein's skirt to press his own cigarette to the top of her thigh, causing her to squirm in discomfort.

The two larger countries continued on this way for a couple more minutes, which was enough time for Liechtenstein's body to begin shaking in pain.

"She's so small," Russia noted, "and yet she won't cry out. It's quite a commendable act, da."

"Yeah," America said maliciously as he pressed his cigarette to her left shoulder. Liechtenstein's mind is so dulled with pain that she barely even noticed this new addition to her quickly gathering burn collection.

"Won't you just scream already?" America asked frustratedly, raising his hand to once more slap her across the face.

Liechtenstein glared at him and was about to open her mouth to say something when China held up a hand.

"It's my turn, aru," he said calmly. Liechtenstein found herself trembling in fear and squirming at her bonds. What would this age-old country do in his quest to make her scream?

"You are so beautiful and strong..." China said softly, locking eyes with her. America and Russia faded into the background. His eyes were hypnotizing, cold and empty like a shark's...

"I love how you won't cry out..." he said, coming ever closer. Liechtenstein squirmed violently. Please let big brother come... Please... Please let big brother come...

"I can see why Italy loves you so, aru... I wouldn't mind a woman as strong as you being my wife..." He smiled maliciously at her and she could barely hold back a whimper.

"You're playing with the big boys now," he said. Then he leaned forward and roughly pressed his mouth to hers. She tried to squirm away, but he grabbed her arms and pulled her toward him, sticking his tongue in her mouth. His kiss was nothing like Italy's, who's was soft and gentle... His kiss tasted like hatred, which is what she felt for him.

She opened her mouth more to bite his tongue, but he pulled away just before she could. She glared at him, trembling even harder now, and he smiled.

"Your lips are soft," he told her.

"You're d-disgusting," she growled emphatically.

America grinned wickedly. "Sorry China, we've got to go plan our invasion of Germany."

"Da," agreed Russia mildly. "We'll see you when you're done."

"Okay," China agreed readily, watching them leave. Once the door had closed behind them, he leaned toward Liechtenstein and began to kiss her neck. One hand reached up to softly touch her breasts, the other to press on her burn wounds, nearly causing her to scream. She kicked and flailed about to get him the fuck off of her, but he didn't move.

Half an hour later, Liechtenstein finded it almost impossible to keep from crying out. She's covered in sweat and her body is bruised from struggling so hard against her ropes. China was still going strong.

Russia and America walkED in, both with looks of mild surprise on their faces. "She still hasn't cracked?" America asked.

"No..." China said sulkily. Suddenly they all heard the sound of a car pulling up outside.

"That'll be Iggy and France with Italy," America said, turning to look. "I'll go see if they need any hel-" He was interrupted by the door bursting from its hinges and Italy running through. He looked around and quickly spotted Liechtenstein.

"Let her go!" he demanded harshly.

Russia sneered. "Never."

"If we don't let her go, what will happen?" America asked slowly, thinking he had the upper hand. "There's three of us and one of you-"

Romano ran in, Spain close behind. "I'll fucking blow your head off is what'll happen, bastardo Americano." said Romano harshly. Spain was dragging a beat-up England behind him by the hair.

"France is still outside," Spain said, jerking a thumb behind him.

"I'll surrender if you give her back," Italy said slowly. Romano muttered something under his breath in Italian, causing Italy to glare at him. "I'll let you have full access to Germany and I'll give France and England back alive if you give her to me."

China and America shared a glance.

"Da," Russia agreed pleasantly. "We were mostly done with her anyway." He then turned and left the room, long scarf swishing behind him.

"Fine," China agreed. He moved to Liechtenstein and cuts her bonds, then grabbed her by the arm and pushed her toward Italy, causing her to stumble into him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to her. "Go with Spain, he'll take you home."

"Don't be sorry," Liechtenstein whispered weakly as Spain walked toward her, letting England fall to the ground. Spain picked Liechtenstein's small body up in his arms and left the building, Romano staring after him.

China grinned. "Now we have to Italys to mess around with..."

"Tch," Romano said. "If you touch mio fratello I'll rip your dick off and strangle you with it."

"Are you offering yourself up?" asked America mildly.

Romano snorted. "As always. Be gentle, though, or Spain will draw and quarter you."

Outside, Spain lifted Liechtenstein into the backseat of a car, laying her down and buckling her up. "Lo siento," he whispered to her, seeing her burns. "I'll fix you up when we get there, but for now we drive."

Liechtenstein could barely hear him. What if... she never saw Italy again...? Only time would tell.