This is just revenge [3/4]
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November 5 2010, 18:45:41 UTC
Gilbert screamed at the force of Arthur's penetration. Not only was Yao smaller than the Englishman he had been passive seeming to only do this out of 'duty,' Arthur on the other hand seemed to be intent on tearing Gilbert apart.
"Ah, be careful comrade, if he dies I will want a piece of the Austrian to make up for it." Ivan warned somewhere off to their left.
I won't bleeding kill him." Arthur grunted but slowed his actions anyways, not intending to hand the kolhortz any more nations then what they absolutely had to (it was bad enough they'd surrendered Poland over).
Secretly Gilbert wished Arthur would kill him, he knew what Ivan could do. He'd hear stories, felt some of them. His troops had been the primary ones to invade Russia and he had known what happened to the Russian's sisters… so Ivan had a personal vendetta against him
“Why don't you join him Alfred? It is good that father and son can do things together." Ivan said with a gleeful smile that dipped into insanity.
"Shut the fuck up commie! I'm not joining in your sick games!" Alfred hissed. "Now let me go so I can get out of here."
“You are new power da? Do you think that you will be free to act without violence? That all things are resolved peacefully? Children misbehave…and must be taught to be good." Ivan replied, cold violet eyes flicking back to Arthur and Gilbert.
"There's a different between violence and this! You either fight or you deal with things in talks! You don't r-ra- violate other nations like this!" Alfred said, voice wavering as he tried and failed to say the word 'rape' "This is just sick"
"We will see if you believe the same after you deal with Japan." Ivan replied, unmoved by Alfred's 'speech'.
"What the hell does that mean?" Alfred hissed in response
"You will find out soon," Ivan replied and stopped paying attention to him all together. "Are you almost done comrade? It is America after you and then me, and I can not wait for my turn." His smile turned a notch creepier as he watched the depraved act before him.
Alfred growled at that. "I don't want any part in this!"
“Hold your bloody horses." Arthur grunted lying on Gilbert's chest and thrusting as hard as he felt he would be allowed, still nothing happened. He hated the Prussian surely, but he'd rather be slitting his throat then fucking him, even in this form (something Gilbert knew just by the look in Arthur's eyes.) "Fuck…Bloody America if you don't fucking shut up!" he was closer, Gilbert could feel it.
"Fuck you Arthur!" Alfred said trying to pull out of Ivan's grasp. "I'm not having any part in this!"
"Ah…just about!" Arthur grunted, moving just a bit faster inside
With a whimper Gilbert turned his head to the side and just prayed to the god his brother abandoned that this would be over soon, that Arthur would just finish.
With a half choked grasp the inevitable happened and again the sick feeling of hot liquid that was not his own filled him, stinging his already wounded insides.
Chains clinked as Gilbert groaned and pulled at his binds weakly. It hurt, it all hurt and the only relief he received was when the bastard Englishman pulled out from him. His body trembled and whimpered but his mind was blank, it would only get worse…it always only got worse.
"It is little America's turn, da?" Ivan said, creepy smile widening only to drop when he tried to move the American. Strong as Ivan was…moving Alfred was like trying to move a tree with your bare hands…was the little bastard always this strong?
Said immovable tree declared, "I said I don't want this! Now let me go you bastard!"
"Just let him go." Arthur said getting up and cleaning himself off, like the Chinese man had, and doing up his pants, "He's young and will come to realize our point on his own terms later."
Grunting Ivan dropped Alfred's arm and pushed the American away. "It is meaning more for me then I guess." He said as he walked toward Gilbert with slow deliberate steps. "I will enjoy this very much."
"Whatever, just don't kill him." Arthur said sitting back, no longer paying attention to the Prussian.
"Ah, be careful comrade, if he dies I will want a piece of the Austrian to make up for it." Ivan warned somewhere off to their left.
I won't bleeding kill him." Arthur grunted but slowed his actions anyways, not intending to hand the kolhortz any more nations then what they absolutely had to (it was bad enough they'd surrendered Poland over).
Secretly Gilbert wished Arthur would kill him, he knew what Ivan could do. He'd hear stories, felt some of them. His troops had been the primary ones to invade Russia and he had known what happened to the Russian's sisters… so Ivan had a personal vendetta against him
“Why don't you join him Alfred? It is good that father and son can do things together." Ivan said with a gleeful smile that dipped into insanity.
"Shut the fuck up commie! I'm not joining in your sick games!" Alfred hissed. "Now let me go so I can get out of here."
“You are new power da? Do you think that you will be free to act without violence? That all things are resolved peacefully? Children misbehave…and must be taught to be good." Ivan replied, cold violet eyes flicking back to Arthur and Gilbert.
"There's a different between violence and this! You either fight or you deal with things in talks! You don't r-ra- violate other nations like this!" Alfred said, voice wavering as he tried and failed to say the word 'rape' "This is just sick"
"We will see if you believe the same after you deal with Japan." Ivan replied, unmoved by Alfred's 'speech'.
"What the hell does that mean?" Alfred hissed in response
"You will find out soon," Ivan replied and stopped paying attention to him all together. "Are you almost done comrade? It is America after you and then me, and I can not wait for my turn." His smile turned a notch creepier as he watched the depraved act before him.
Alfred growled at that. "I don't want any part in this!"
“Hold your bloody horses." Arthur grunted lying on Gilbert's chest and thrusting as hard as he felt he would be allowed, still nothing happened. He hated the Prussian surely, but he'd rather be slitting his throat then fucking him, even in this form (something Gilbert knew just by the look in Arthur's eyes.) "Fuck…Bloody America if you don't fucking shut up!" he was closer, Gilbert could feel it.
"Fuck you Arthur!" Alfred said trying to pull out of Ivan's grasp. "I'm not having any part in this!"
"Ah…just about!" Arthur grunted, moving just a bit faster inside
With a whimper Gilbert turned his head to the side and just prayed to the god his brother abandoned that this would be over soon, that Arthur would just finish.
With a half choked grasp the inevitable happened and again the sick feeling of hot liquid that was not his own filled him, stinging his already wounded insides.
Chains clinked as Gilbert groaned and pulled at his binds weakly. It hurt, it all hurt and the only relief he received was when the bastard Englishman pulled out from him. His body trembled and whimpered but his mind was blank, it would only get worse…it always only got worse.
"It is little America's turn, da?" Ivan said, creepy smile widening only to drop when he tried to move the American. Strong as Ivan was…moving Alfred was like trying to move a tree with your bare hands…was the little bastard always this strong?
Said immovable tree declared, "I said I don't want this! Now let me go you bastard!"
"Just let him go." Arthur said getting up and cleaning himself off, like the Chinese man had, and doing up his pants, "He's young and will come to realize our point on his own terms later."
Grunting Ivan dropped Alfred's arm and pushed the American away. "It is meaning more for me then I guess." He said as he walked toward Gilbert with slow deliberate steps. "I will enjoy this very much."
"Whatever, just don't kill him." Arthur said sitting back, no longer paying attention to the Prussian.
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