The Same 2
anonymous
September 8 2009, 11:35:36 UTC
He was on his stomach, his eyes level with a small imperfection on the wall. He forced himself to focus on it as a gloved finger penetrated his asshole. He'd never felt so violated in his life, but he forced himself not to complain, not to make a sound even as Heinrich slipped in another, then a third finger. It's my punishment. For electing that man. For... For even having this part of me. Heinrich made a soft noise of approval. “You have done well, Ludwig, for one so imperfect. Let's see if you can't push you over the edge.”
“Ja, I am. But aren't you too? You're me, after all. You feel my pleasures.”
“No... No...” Germany shook his head, desperate to refute the claim. It wasn't true. They were different. They had to be. Heinrich chuckled.
“Whatever you say.” He suddenly pulled Germany backwards, so that the emaciated nation was sitting in his lap. “You are mine, Germany. You are me, and I am you, and that will never change.” Germany realized what was coming, and made a last-ditch break for freedom, struggling against the stronger man's arms. But he was jerked back roughly, and at the same time Heinrich thrust into him.
Germany had always known that he was 'large'. It wasn't a source of pride. What was there to be proud of, in regard to the size of an organ? But he had never regretted it, until then. Heinrich was a copy of him in every way, and as Heinrich's huge cock filled him until he thought he would break he fervently wished that he had been smaller. Heinrich twitched upward slightly, and the pain came in a fresh wave, combined with that traitorous bit of his mind which was currently rolling in pleasure. Heinrich started thrusting methodically into Germany, that infernal, black-gloved hand wandering up to graze over a nipple, over his abs, before dipping down to his crotch, where it began to slowly, skilfully work Germany's uncomfortably hard cock. Germany found himself slipping into pain and pleasure, and tried to distract himself with mathematics, engineering, battle formations, desperate to keep from focusing too hard on the warmth of Heinrich's chest behind him, and Heinrich's cock within him. I can't lose control. No. This can't be happening...” But he found himself writhing against the fullness, half to escape the pain somehow, half to make Heinrich hit just the right spot. He could feel Heinrich's sick pleasure as well as his own agony, and he couldn't help but let out a moan and then a yell and then he was pleading desperately with his captor, tears welling up in his eyes.
“Gott, please, Heinrich, stop, please...”
“Why? You're enjoying it.” It was a statement. Heinrich thrust into him again, sharply, and Germany bit his tongue to keep from moaning.
“No... No, I don't want this!”
“You want what I want. We are one and the same, Ludwig. Why can't you accept it!?” Heinrich's voice rose to a shout and suddenly he shoved Germany off him and onto the floor, pushing into him hard and fast, blood barely lubricating the transition. Germany began moaning incoherencies, Pleases and God Nos all intertwined and he could feel Heinrich losing control too, his strokes getting more sloppy as he grasped Germany's arm a little too hard.
They came in unison, Heinrich's seed filling Germany as Germany spilled on the concrete floor. Germany collapsed, exhausted physically and emotionally, tears still wet on his cheeks. Heinrich's hands trembled slightly as he wiped the stickiness off his gloves and pulled out. He stood and gazed disdainfully at the broken country below him. “Disgusting.” He redid his trousers and left him there, bleeding and unconscious; he felt no need to worry about the imperfect.
The Same Epilogue
anonymous
September 8 2009, 11:37:47 UTC
[Ouch, formatting phail on the last part. Oh well >.<]
It was about a year later, at the end of the war, when the Allies found a hollow-eyed, broken Germany wearing a badly-put-on SS uniform in Hitler's bunker. Heinrich had died with his Führer, and none of the countries had noticed the difference between the two; thusly, Germany was blamed for Heinrich's war crimes.
He took it without complaint. After all, he reasoned with himself, Wasn't Heinrich a part of me? And if he can't be blamed for his sins, who can but me? It was a strange thing, he thought ruefully to himself, that his captivity in the Allies' hands was less brutal than is captivity at the hands of his own government. They fed him here, didn't abuse his people too horribly, and if he was left alone all day it gave him time to think.
Italy visited him once. Germany looked up at the knock on the door; normally, no one bothered. A voice came from behind the door. “Germany~” Germany looked up sharply.
“Italy!? C-Come in...”
The nation had been treated badly; guiltily, Germany realized it had been at Heinrich's hands. He was bruised, and there was a sad maturity in the innocent eyes that hadn't been there before. “Ah, Germany, I tried to come before but they wouldn't let me, especially England, he was so mean to me Germany, I wished you were there-”
“Italy...” Germany didn't know where to start. He didn't know how to apologize to the world for his twin's deeds. He'd felt the enjoyment, as well as the sickness. But even he didn't know the full extent of what had happened. “...I'm sorry, Italy. For... For everything.”
“Ah, Germany...” Italy sat down on the bed beside him. “You didn't do all those things, right? It couldn't have really been you, right? Because- because the Germany I know doesn't hurt me...” Italy smiled. “He protects me and makes sure I'm safe and looks after me when I'm sad. The real Germany... Couldn't... It wasn't you, right Germany? You didn't do all that stuff? When you... When you took my Jews, Germany, I looked up and I thought to myself, that can't be Germany, because Germany's eyes are kinder...”
Germany shook his head. “No... No, it wasn't me.”
Italy brightened. “That's OK then! I missed you, real Germany!” And Germany was suddenly bowled over by a hug.
Re: The Same Epilogue
anonymous
September 15 2009, 01:17:19 UTC
Authornon is extremely flattered <3
...This pairing has no right to be nearly as delicious as it is. It makes me feel all bad-person-y inside, but at the same time it's SO HOT. Your drawing converted me.
Another drawing? :D Any chance of it being up for more than 30 seconds this time?
Re: The Same Epilogue
anonymous
September 15 2009, 23:37:45 UTC
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*uttershame*
...*headdesk* Well, maybe if Tinypic could deal with explicitness I wouldn't have a problem... And as this one is.. Medium Explicit.. I don't see a way of it staying up. *sighs*
Guess I'll just have to go to plan B. Make a doujinshi with them together.
Re: The Same Epilogue
anonymous
September 20 2009, 01:04:22 UTC
xD;; Alright, alright. Once my partner in crime can stop bickering about how to start it and such, we'll be releasing it under our Circle's Name through our website and a mention in the Hetalia Main Community.
Germany muttered, “I can't believe you're enjoying this.”
“Ja, I am. But aren't you too? You're me, after all. You feel my pleasures.”
“No... No...” Germany shook his head, desperate to refute the claim. It wasn't true. They were different. They had to be. Heinrich chuckled.
“Whatever you say.” He suddenly pulled Germany backwards, so that the emaciated nation was sitting in his lap. “You are mine, Germany. You are me, and I am you, and that will never change.” Germany realized what was coming, and made a last-ditch break for freedom, struggling against the stronger man's arms. But he was jerked back roughly, and at the same time Heinrich thrust into him.
Germany had always known that he was 'large'. It wasn't a source of pride. What was there to be proud of, in regard to the size of an organ? But he had never regretted it, until then. Heinrich was a copy of him in every way, and as Heinrich's huge cock filled him until he thought he would break he fervently wished that he had been smaller. Heinrich twitched upward slightly, and the pain came in a fresh wave, combined with that traitorous bit of his mind which was currently rolling in pleasure. Heinrich started thrusting methodically into Germany, that infernal, black-gloved hand wandering up to graze over a nipple, over his abs, before dipping down to his crotch, where it began to slowly, skilfully work Germany's uncomfortably hard cock. Germany found himself slipping into pain and pleasure, and tried to distract himself with mathematics, engineering, battle formations, desperate to keep from focusing too hard on the warmth of Heinrich's chest behind him, and Heinrich's cock within him. I can't lose control. No. This can't be happening...” But he found himself writhing against the fullness, half to escape the pain somehow, half to make Heinrich hit just the right spot. He could feel Heinrich's sick pleasure as well as his own agony, and he couldn't help but let out a moan and then a yell and then he was pleading desperately with his captor, tears welling up in his eyes.
“Gott, please, Heinrich, stop, please...”
“Why? You're enjoying it.” It was a statement. Heinrich thrust into him again, sharply, and Germany bit his tongue to keep from moaning.
“No... No, I don't want this!”
“You want what I want. We are one and the same, Ludwig. Why can't you accept it!?” Heinrich's voice rose to a shout and suddenly he shoved Germany off him and onto the floor, pushing into him hard and fast, blood barely lubricating the transition. Germany began moaning incoherencies, Pleases and God Nos all intertwined and he could feel Heinrich losing control too, his strokes getting more sloppy as he grasped Germany's arm a little too hard.
They came in unison, Heinrich's seed filling Germany as Germany spilled on the concrete floor. Germany collapsed, exhausted physically and emotionally, tears still wet on his cheeks. Heinrich's hands trembled slightly as he wiped the stickiness off his gloves and pulled out. He stood and gazed disdainfully at the broken country below him. “Disgusting.” He redid his trousers and left him there, bleeding and unconscious; he felt no need to worry about the imperfect.
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It was about a year later, at the end of the war, when the Allies found a hollow-eyed, broken Germany wearing a badly-put-on SS uniform in Hitler's bunker. Heinrich had died with his Führer, and none of the countries had noticed the difference between the two; thusly, Germany was blamed for Heinrich's war crimes.
He took it without complaint. After all, he reasoned with himself, Wasn't Heinrich a part of me? And if he can't be blamed for his sins, who can but me? It was a strange thing, he thought ruefully to himself, that his captivity in the Allies' hands was less brutal than is captivity at the hands of his own government. They fed him here, didn't abuse his people too horribly, and if he was left alone all day it gave him time to think.
Italy visited him once. Germany looked up at the knock on the door; normally, no one bothered. A voice came from behind the door. “Germany~” Germany looked up sharply.
“Italy!? C-Come in...”
The nation had been treated badly; guiltily, Germany realized it had been at Heinrich's hands. He was bruised, and there was a sad maturity in the innocent eyes that hadn't been there before. “Ah, Germany, I tried to come before but they wouldn't let me, especially England, he was so mean to me Germany, I wished you were there-”
“Italy...” Germany didn't know where to start. He didn't know how to apologize to the world for his twin's deeds. He'd felt the enjoyment, as well as the sickness. But even he didn't know the full extent of what had happened. “...I'm sorry, Italy. For... For everything.”
“Ah, Germany...” Italy sat down on the bed beside him. “You didn't do all those things, right? It couldn't have really been you, right? Because- because the Germany I know doesn't hurt me...” Italy smiled. “He protects me and makes sure I'm safe and looks after me when I'm sad. The real Germany... Couldn't... It wasn't you, right Germany? You didn't do all that stuff? When you... When you took my Jews, Germany, I looked up and I thought to myself, that can't be Germany, because Germany's eyes are kinder...”
Germany shook his head. “No... No, it wasn't me.”
Italy brightened. “That's OK then! I missed you, real Germany!” And Germany was suddenly bowled over by a hug.
For once, he didn't push him away.
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ughhhh, you guys are amazing. I love youuu <3
KEEP DOING WHATEVER YOU GUYS ARE DOING, KAY? CUZ IT'S FANTABULOUS.
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Um. This fill? Y'know... I shouldn't ship these two as hard as I do now. Oh GOD, your fill, Writer!Anon, prompted another drawing... Guh... GUH.
oTL
*saved*
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...This pairing has no right to be nearly as delicious as it is. It makes me feel all bad-person-y inside, but at the same time it's SO HOT. Your drawing converted me.
Another drawing? :D Any chance of it being up for more than 30 seconds this time?
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*uttershame*
...*headdesk* Well, maybe if Tinypic could deal with explicitness I wouldn't have a problem... And as this one is.. Medium Explicit.. I don't see a way of it staying up. *sighs*
Guess I'll just have to go to plan B.
Make a doujinshi with them together.
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How can I find it? >.>
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"When you took my Jews, Germany, I looked up and I thought to myself, that can't be Germany, because Germany's eyes are kinder..."
Very touching. Thanks, author!anon!
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