Anderungen Chapter holy shit (29)
Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia. Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE! APHAPHAPH England was immediately thrown down the stairs into the brig with his wrists tied together above him. He stared down at the wooden floor of the little prison cell he was stuck in during his time on Prussia's ship. He sighed to himself. 'I could always try to lie to them. I could try saying that I didn't know what was going on, but I doubt that they care. They probably know as well as I do that I just got too greedy. I just wanted America's land. I don't care what actually goes on there, just as long as I don't feel like shit by the end of it.'
His attention snapped towards the door when he heard it creaking open. Two men walked in. They were unfamiliar to England, but he could see that their faces were flushed red. "There 'e is. Right where we left 'im." One of them said, slurring his words.
England examined their faces so he could remember them later. One of them had short, dirty blond hair with green eyes that almost looked yellow, tainted with bad intentions. The other had brown hair just barely long enough to be pulled back into a ponytail with matching brown eyes. The brown eyes, though cloudy and filled with lust, at least didn't look menacing like the blond's.
England closed his eyes now that he had their faces sketched into his brain. He didn't want to see what he knew was about to happen. Despite that, the second he heard the cell door open he started thrashing around.
"Hey, he's fighting." The brunet said. "Should I grab something to calm 'im down?"
"Nah. Not yet anyway. Why waste good wine on a prisoner? I'll let ya' know if I think he's too much trouble."
"Stay away from me!" England screamed. The couple laughed at him. He felt a hand brushing some of his bangs off of his face.
"Y'know as well as we do what we're about to do to you. You may as well just take it like a good whore."
"I am not a whore!"
"Not yet you aren't!" The blond laughed again and pulled England's sweat pants off of him, bringing his boxers with them.
England's eyes were wide opened then. "Stop!" He tried to kick the blond man, but the man stepped back just in time.
"Hey, do we have anythin' that can open his legs and keep 'em open? Like a bar or somethin'? Or some kind of drug that will calm him down, or anythin'?"
"Well, like I was trying to suggest before, we could try to intoxicate him by fucking him with a wine bottle. 'eard that will make men get drunk faster anyway. I mean the alcohol up their ass part. I kind of want to test that out."
"We would have to get him to spread his legs for us first!"
"We may have some Lemon Balm or Passion Flower to calm 'im down."(1)
"Lemon Balm oil should be easy to force into 'im. I'll wait here with 'im if you wanna get some?" The brunet nodded and left the brig.
"Why tin't* you just leave me alone?" England asked.
"Because we're bored and bothered. There's no women on this ship." The blond replied, sounding unamused. England gritted his teeth together and started crying. "Aw don't worry. We'll be real gentle with ya' if you cooperate with us. 'Promise."
"Fuck off." England muttered.
The blond man slapped him. "Don't you dare talk back to me." He smiled. "Maybe we should use that mouth for somethin' useful, huh?"
"I'll bite it off if you even try." England hissed.
The blond man laughed. "We'll see abou' that when you're drugged up. You can't die if we give you a dose a little bit higher than usual, right? Since you're not human and all? Ya' know what lemon balm does, right?"
"It's a sedative." England answered.
"That's right! A sedative that's usually used to calm people down and help 'em sleep, but we'll be makin' sure that you can't sleep when we start having fun. Maybe I'll send more people down here when we're done. You would like that, wouldn't you? That way you will never be alone!"
England opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the footsteps of the other man coming back. He tensed up and started breathing heavily. He was finally starting to panic.
The blond man walked towards the bars of his cell before the other man even walked into the room. He put the key into the cell's door which made England snapped.
"Stay away from me!" England started thrashing around again, trying to get the screws that was keeping the metal sheet that was part of the chains out of the wooden wall. "I'll kill you both! I'll fucking kill you!"
"He has a dirty mouth on him, doesn't he?" The brunet chuckled. "So who's gonna put it to good use?"
"You can take him from behind if you want. I honestly don't care either way."
"Sounds good to me! But I should probably drug him first." The brunet unscrewed the dropper/cap. "Do you think you can hold his mouth open? Just long enough so I can give him a few drops of this."
"I can try, but if he bites me, I'm giving the mouth to you." The brunet chuckled.
"Whatever you say."
The blond man shoved his thumbs into England's mouth to pull it open for the brunet man. England felt the sour oil against the back of his tongue. The blond man moved his chin shut and tilted his head back to force him to swallow the drug.
England jerked his head free so he could spit the taste out of his mouth, even though he knew that it was too late. He swallowed the oil and he couldn't do anything to get it out of him.
"How long do we have to wait?"
"It shouldn't take too long. By the way, England." The blond man crouched down and pulled England's hair up so they were staring at each other's eyes. "If yo u bite me, I will pull your teeth out of your mouth and shove every last one of them up your ass. Understand?"
England scoffed. "You can't exactly do anything to me if your todger is bitten off."
The blond man looked at his friend with a quizzical look. "I'm..." He looked back to England. "I'm sorry? My what?"
"Your dick! What are you going to do if I bite your dick off?!" England's head felt light all of a sudden. His body slumped as forward as the chains would let his body fall.
The man unlocked England's cuffs, making England fall on the floor. "You could try." The man stood up and made England sit up against the wall by his hair. "I heard that Germany is a very sadistic man. He probably already has hundreds of ideas for you. Killing me brutally like that will probably only had a hundred more. Hey, can you hear me?"
"Who cares if he can or not?" The brunet man slipped his pants off. "I don't care about his shirt. Just help me get his pants off so I can fuck him." Both men got England's pants and underwear off without a fight. "I think you gave him too much lemon balm." The blond man said.
"Who cares? It's not like he's human. He can handle heavy drugs."
"I hope he's still responsive. I don't want to have to do all of the work."
"Implying that he would willingly pleasure you in the first place?" The brunet grabbed England by the armpits before sitting down against the wooden wall.
"Stop." England mumbled.
"See? He's responsive enough to talk at least." He lifted England's hips just high enough so he could thrust inside of the nation. England's eyes widen. He started breathing heavily while trying to get used to the man inside of him.
The blond man walked up to the two while pulling down his pants. "Open your mouth wide, England." He pushed himself against England's lips. "Come on!" He shoved his thumb in England's mouth to pull his jaw open enough for him to slide his dick inside.
The two men were able to get a rhythm going within seconds. England tries his best to keep his mouth open enough so his teeth didn't touch the man inside of his mouth.
'It hurts!' He tried pulling his head away but the man had a tight grip on his hair. 'Let me go!' His nose was clogged up so he could only breathe every time the brunet man pulled back. He lifted his hand to the man's leg and whimpered, hoping that he would get the message.
His head was pulled just long enough to take a few deep breaths before being shoved forward again. His penis was grabbed by the man behind him, but he couldn't find any pleasure in it. His body was starting to go numb.
"He's not gettin' any harder." The man behind him said.
"That's probably because we drugged him. He's probably too tired to feel anythi..."
Everything England was hearing sounded like he was under water listening to something just above it. He could see black spots clouding his eye sight. He could hear the man in his mouth yelling, but he couldn't understand what he was saying. His eyes closed before finally blacking out.
He eventually woke up to the feeling of a warm, wet rag against his thighs. "What?" He muttered to himself. He sat up to see the cause of that feeling. France was sitting there wiping England off.
"I'm sorry. I promised that you would be okay, but I didn't try hard enough to keep it. I don't know who those two were, but you won't have to worry about them ever again." France dropped the rag in a bucket of water. "Are you hungry?"
England shook his head. "I don't want to be left alone."
France scooted back against the wall. "I can stay here with you for a while."
"How long was I out for?"
"I'm not exactly sure. I saw the two come out of this room so I checked on you, but you were already passed out. All I know that it was at least forty minutes. That's around how long ago I found you in such a state. I had to leave you to grab a bucket and take care of the two."
England lied down on the wooden floor next to France. "Thank you for taking care of me after finding me, but why?"
"Why... Did I help you? I helped you because I wasn't able to keep my promise. I don't know America well enough to get mad at you for all of this. But like I said, I care about Prussia and his family, and America is part of his family now."
"Stop trying to make excuses for being here. I don't care. I would probably be in worse shape than I already am if you weren't here. I'm just a little bit confused given our history together."
France looked down at England. "Well, sometimes I just want to help. Is that a good enough answer for you?"
"I guess so." England eyes were slowly closing again.
"Go to sleep. I won't leave for a while, and even when I do no one should be coming down here anymore. I'll handle everything from now on. Mmm... Well, maybe Prussia too, but he doesn't seem to care much about hurting you. At least not right now. He's distracted by the fact that he'll have to help take care of a baby soon, you know?"
England grunted and let himself fall back to sleep while he still can. He has no idea what exactly awaits him in Germany given the circumstances. 'Maybe he just wants to keep me out of the way.' He thought to himself.
APHAPHAPHAPH
I uh... I kind of wanted to finish at least one game before I started writing this next chapter. (I finished two.) I learned a lot about game developing just from messing around and experimenting. Whiiiich means that the one Turkey/Romania game... It sucks. I'm sure the script is good, but... I don't want to talk about it. TwT So here's what I'm gonna do- I've never actually left a fic unfinished before, and I really don't want to leave this one unfinished as well, but I know that it will take a while to actually finish this, so I'm going to have a "first" ending after this chapter. An ending htat would probably be kind of satisfying. That way, I wouldn't feel so bad for discontinuing this fic since it would technically be finished. Just, y'know... Twenty-some chapters shorter than originally planned. On the other hand, if I wanted to go back and continue this fic, I'll have a reason. The "true" ending would be my reason for continuing this fic if I so choose to, but if not, at least it's technically done.
Anyway,
*Translation* "T'int" - "Don't." I used an "American English to British English" translator for... Most of this chapter. (1) I looked up "tranquilizers from everyday things" and I got lemon balm that can make you sleeply. Like me! =D
