Re: The Dark I Know Well [4a]
anonymous
August 21 2009, 01:58:56 UTC
Notes on the babies: They don’t take the typical 9 months to be born AND they take decades to really grow up. So that’s why most of them are going to be in their toddler stage for a long time and not really be able to remember most of this stuff with England.
From that day on, England doted over Canada and America as if they were his favorite toys. Canada was allowed to do as he pleased and so he was often in his room massaging the growing swell of his stomach. America was heavily pregnant by now and hated his body with a burning passion. Not just because he could no longer see his toes, but because he had been feeling such an intense need for the attention that put him here in the first place. He refused to say anything, but when England came looking for his satisfaction, America couldn’t help but curse his body for enjoying it more than he ever should.
America swore once he had this child he was going to find a way out of here. He wouldn’t let himself be trapped in this prison any longer than he had to. England had forced him to wear dresses of all things as he got larger and larger. He was never so completely humiliated, but he had to admit, it beat the fact he was forced to be naked for the first few months he was pregnant.
“America, go and fetch me one of my books from the bookcase.”
“Get it yourself.” America spat, massaging his lower back. The pain that went through it was making him uneasy as he looked down at his stomach wondering what the child inside was doing to him now.
“I do believe that is improper behavior young man.”
“I do believe you can go to helLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAARGH!” America let out a cry as he gripped the nearest object as tightly as he could. The sharp pain had intensified and he felt warmth flowing down his legs. England’s eyes were wide as he realized America had gone into labor.
“Canada! Get down here! Bring all the towels from upstairs as well!” He shouted as he rushed beside America. If the blue-eyed man wasn’t gripping the desk as tight as he could, he was sure he would’ve punched England in the face. This was all his fault! All this pain was because of him!
Canada made his way down the stairs carrying a large stack of towels and sheets. He nearly dropped them all when he saw America standing in a puddle of a watery-bloody mixture, knowing well his brother was now in labor.
“America!” He squeaked as he rushed to his brother’s side, ready to do anything he asked. America let out another scream as the pain shot through his body again, assuring him that yes, the child inside of him desperately wanted to come out and he agreed with the child’s wishes. He wanted the baby out NOW.
“America, deep breaths.” England said softly as he tried to move America into a proper position to give birth. America was so ready to just kick England in the face as he wormed between his legs with towels, waiting for his child to come into the world. America screamed again, in nothing but pure pain at this point of time.
After what seemed like hours, America’s throat stinging from his cries, he felt the pressure slip from him and he nearly collapsed in Canada’s arms. A piercing cry echoed through the room and they all knew that the child was alive and well. But why did America still feel so much pain? He let out another cry, feeling that perhaps he was going to die. England’s eyes widened as he carefully laid the baby girl down before putting his arms out with a few more towels, and within a few minutes another cry resonated through the house. America looked down and saw England was cleaning off another child, a boy this time, and he snipped off the umbilical cord with his scissors. America looked down at both of his children and slunk to the floor, reaching out for them. England gave him a glare as he held the two close but reluctantly handed them over to America before the American could decide to do something rash.
“Virginia.” England said. America looked up at England and raised a brow.
“What?”
“The girl shall be named Virginia. The boy shall be named Weston.”
Re: The Dark I Know Well [4b]
anonymous
August 21 2009, 02:24:39 UTC
“Why do you get to name them?”
“Because they are my children.” America wanted nothing more than to kill this man. How dare he say that. These were his own children, not England’s. He might have given them to him, but now that he had them they were never going to be let go. America looked over the two of them and softly kissed them both. He wondered how much they would look like their father when they were older. But for now he was sure he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Even Canada was swooning from nearby, hand on his stomach affectionately. He wondered what his own children would be like when he finally gave birth, and he wondered if it would hurt as bad as it hurt America.
England took the two children out of America’s arms and started up the stairs. America wanted to follow him, see what he was doing with his babies, but the tiredness from childbirth took him over and he fell to the floor, asleep.
When he came to, America was up the stairs as fast as possible waiting for any cry from the children to know where they are. But as he looked through the rooms, he felt a gag get stuffed into his mouth and his arms and legs tied. He tried his hardest to spot his attacker who he knew was obviously England but had no such luck as he remained behind him and dragged him off into his own master bedroom. He flung him down on the bed and crawled over him, smirking.
“In just a few days when you are rested, I shall mark you again. America, you’ll never be able to leave me. Ever.” England said as he breathed on America’s neck. America wished he wasn’t bound so he could attack him, or wasn’t gagged so he could curse at him, but there was nothing he can do. He realized England would keep him like this forever locked in pregnancies so he wouldn’t be able to fight back. America wondered what had happened to the England he had fallen in love with years before and why now he had changed, taking him against his will. If this hadn’t happened, America was sure he would’ve been able to have been happy with England. Not suffering like he was now with a man he no longer loved.
Re: The Dark I Know Well [4b]
anonymous
August 21 2009, 02:52:25 UTC
Ah man, poor America. So between him and Canada and the kids, he's at the very bottom of the pole...damn. Can't even see the kids....humiliated....and did England really just rape him RIGHT AFTER BIRTH?! What if he bled to death?
Huh. That's a point. What if England mistreats him to the point of near-death?
Re: The Dark I Know Well [4b]
anonymous
August 21 2009, 02:54:17 UTC
Another point. One reason people can't kidnap infants as easily as toddlers and so is the amount of care they need. They literally need their mother. Can England keep them away from America like that?
Re: The Dark I Know Well [4b]
anonymous
August 21 2009, 02:59:24 UTC
Well, for one they're state-tans so they're going to grow quite quickly as you'll be able to see soon. And I have a feeling England has everything completely planned out on how to properly care for them. He is actually a loving father, if just misguided. ((And if people can't take infants, what about adoption when the baby is born and given to the adopting party?))
Re: The Dark I Know Well [4b]
anonymous
August 21 2009, 03:06:59 UTC
I wouldn't put it past England to have had enough milk delivered to the house/prison to handle it.
What I'm doing with the state-tans is weird. They're going to go straight to the toddler age pretty fast, but remain at that state for awhile. Until after it's all over really.
Re: The Dark I Know Well [4b]
anonymous
August 21 2009, 02:56:31 UTC
Well, no, England didn't have sex with him right then. He was saying that in a few days when America recovered he would. So he's got America tied to the bed to wait for a few days. And yes, England values everyone else far more than him, but yet subconsciously he's doing it because he believes that if he keeps forcing America into this state of not being able to go against him, America will eventually grow fond of it, ala Stockholm Syndrome.
I'm already having a problem writing England being a complete bastard like this, I don't think I could bring myself to have him do that to America, no matter how perfect it would fit in.
Re: The Dark I Know Well [4b]
anonymous
August 21 2009, 02:59:53 UTC
tied him to the bed, huh. Shit. I'm not sure, but women right after childbirth need special care, right? And I've heard that it needs to be, like a month or six weeks etc. before the trauma of childbirth is healed enough to permit sexual intercourse. Just a thought; what if England really really hurts America by taking him so soon after? I mean like you said, no one`s given birth in a long while, so they wouldn`t know that...
Re: The Dark I Know Well [4b]
anonymous
August 21 2009, 03:04:07 UTC
I think they do via current medical standards, but back in the old old days I think it was a matter of 'Okay, you had the baby and took a rest. Time to do it again'.
I could see him hurting America from not knowing how bad it would be. I'll just have to re-write some stuff for Part 5 to do so.
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From that day on, England doted over Canada and America as if they were his favorite toys. Canada was allowed to do as he pleased and so he was often in his room massaging the growing swell of his stomach. America was heavily pregnant by now and hated his body with a burning passion. Not just because he could no longer see his toes, but because he had been feeling such an intense need for the attention that put him here in the first place. He refused to say anything, but when England came looking for his satisfaction, America couldn’t help but curse his body for enjoying it more than he ever should.
America swore once he had this child he was going to find a way out of here. He wouldn’t let himself be trapped in this prison any longer than he had to. England had forced him to wear dresses of all things as he got larger and larger. He was never so completely humiliated, but he had to admit, it beat the fact he was forced to be naked for the first few months he was pregnant.
“America, go and fetch me one of my books from the bookcase.”
“Get it yourself.” America spat, massaging his lower back. The pain that went through it was making him uneasy as he looked down at his stomach wondering what the child inside was doing to him now.
“I do believe that is improper behavior young man.”
“I do believe you can go to helLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAARGH!” America let out a cry as he gripped the nearest object as tightly as he could. The sharp pain had intensified and he felt warmth flowing down his legs. England’s eyes were wide as he realized America had gone into labor.
“Canada! Get down here! Bring all the towels from upstairs as well!” He shouted as he rushed beside America. If the blue-eyed man wasn’t gripping the desk as tight as he could, he was sure he would’ve punched England in the face. This was all his fault! All this pain was because of him!
Canada made his way down the stairs carrying a large stack of towels and sheets. He nearly dropped them all when he saw America standing in a puddle of a watery-bloody mixture, knowing well his brother was now in labor.
“America!” He squeaked as he rushed to his brother’s side, ready to do anything he asked. America let out another scream as the pain shot through his body again, assuring him that yes, the child inside of him desperately wanted to come out and he agreed with the child’s wishes. He wanted the baby out NOW.
“America, deep breaths.” England said softly as he tried to move America into a proper position to give birth. America was so ready to just kick England in the face as he wormed between his legs with towels, waiting for his child to come into the world. America screamed again, in nothing but pure pain at this point of time.
After what seemed like hours, America’s throat stinging from his cries, he felt the pressure slip from him and he nearly collapsed in Canada’s arms. A piercing cry echoed through the room and they all knew that the child was alive and well. But why did America still feel so much pain? He let out another cry, feeling that perhaps he was going to die. England’s eyes widened as he carefully laid the baby girl down before putting his arms out with a few more towels, and within a few minutes another cry resonated through the house. America looked down and saw England was cleaning off another child, a boy this time, and he snipped off the umbilical cord with his scissors. America looked down at both of his children and slunk to the floor, reaching out for them. England gave him a glare as he held the two close but reluctantly handed them over to America before the American could decide to do something rash.
“Virginia.” England said. America looked up at England and raised a brow.
“What?”
“The girl shall be named Virginia. The boy shall be named Weston.”
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“Because they are my children.” America wanted nothing more than to kill this man. How dare he say that. These were his own children, not England’s. He might have given them to him, but now that he had them they were never going to be let go. America looked over the two of them and softly kissed them both. He wondered how much they would look like their father when they were older. But for now he was sure he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Even Canada was swooning from nearby, hand on his stomach affectionately. He wondered what his own children would be like when he finally gave birth, and he wondered if it would hurt as bad as it hurt America.
England took the two children out of America’s arms and started up the stairs. America wanted to follow him, see what he was doing with his babies, but the tiredness from childbirth took him over and he fell to the floor, asleep.
When he came to, America was up the stairs as fast as possible waiting for any cry from the children to know where they are. But as he looked through the rooms, he felt a gag get stuffed into his mouth and his arms and legs tied. He tried his hardest to spot his attacker who he knew was obviously England but had no such luck as he remained behind him and dragged him off into his own master bedroom. He flung him down on the bed and crawled over him, smirking.
“In just a few days when you are rested, I shall mark you again. America, you’ll never be able to leave me. Ever.” England said as he breathed on America’s neck. America wished he wasn’t bound so he could attack him, or wasn’t gagged so he could curse at him, but there was nothing he can do. He realized England would keep him like this forever locked in pregnancies so he wouldn’t be able to fight back. America wondered what had happened to the England he had fallen in love with years before and why now he had changed, taking him against his will. If this hadn’t happened, America was sure he would’ve been able to have been happy with England. Not suffering like he was now with a man he no longer loved.
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Huh. That's a point. What if England mistreats him to the point of near-death?
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Also, state-tans growing quickly, huh...yeah, I'd forgotten that.
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What I'm doing with the state-tans is weird. They're going to go straight to the toddler age pretty fast, but remain at that state for awhile. Until after it's all over really.
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I'm already having a problem writing England being a complete bastard like this, I don't think I could bring myself to have him do that to America, no matter how perfect it would fit in.
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I could see him hurting America from not knowing how bad it would be. I'll just have to re-write some stuff for Part 5 to do so.
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Infection and fever and being delusional?
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