Katy, Dearest
anonymous
October 26 2010, 03:53:24 UTC
WARNING: Trigger content for sexual abuse
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Katy is a slut.
She knows it, and embraces it. She’s been to enough doctors to know that she’s a nymphomaniac, and that she can’t live without sex and all of its various forms and positions.
At least, that had been the garbled explanation her last doctor had given her while she was on her knees before him.
Katy was raised an only child by a father who taught her that a woman had two places; her back and her knees. She had been taught quickly by her father’s friends and had continued to practice as she grew older. Once her large chest came in, her father’s companions were more than happy to teach her the finer points of using her breasts to please men.
Her father never laid a hand on her, she can truthfully say. At least, not a hand directed in love or lust.
There had been once, when she was fifteen, and thought she was in love. For the first time ever she allowed a boy to fuck her without a condom, and found out three weeks later she was pregnant. Worried, she had told her father, only to have him make an appointment for her to have an abortion. Katy rejected this idea vehemently, and he had beaten her until she miscarried.
Katy had moved out two days after she came back from the hospital. She moved to New York City, where the soft accent left from spending her first tender years in Ukraine, attracted men like no other.
In a random bar, she met Matt.
Matthew Williams. She liked the way his name rolled off of her tongue, the way her accent made it sound wicked. The man was brutal in bed, and was a notorious playboy.
Katy could smell money, and figured she’d wake up in his bed the next morning with it either empty, or with him asking her to leave.
Instead, he brought her pancakes.
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They broke up six months later, once he found out she was only sixteen. She’d cried at his feet, losing the only man in her life that she’d thought actually gave a damn about her, only for him to help her up and tell her to meet him the next day at the train station.
She met him there, and was presented with a white shirt, blue overalls, and the cutest headband ever.
Confused, she changed into the outfit, and rode with him to a small building. She waited outside the bathroom while he got changed, and gaped when he emerged in jeans and a red hoodie with a maple leaf on it.
He escorted her to a meeting room, and whispered a number of directions, and the name she’d go by, to her before opening it.
The most important one was that she be who she always wanted to be.
“Hey, sorry I’m late, eh. Ukraine got a bit lost.”
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Katy loved the meetings. Especially how whenever France would come over and make a lewd remark about her tracts of land, instead of being required to flirt back or drop to her knees, Russia or Belarus would step up and defend her. How instead of being the sexy flirt, she could be the shy older sister.
She took up knitting; a hobby that baffled Matt until she explained that Ivan had remarked on how cold it was getting, and how he’d need to buy a new scarf.
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“Y-you made this for me?”
“Da, braht. I don’t want you to be cold!”
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Three years later and Katy had her breakdown. Each of the members wound up having one; she’d been there for Prussia’s Gilbert who confessed that his family had no idea who he was France’s Francis was painfully shy, couldn’t even talk to a woman or a man and Greece’s Heracles was a bundle of nerves, unable to relax for a moment.
Russia had asked her a question. That had been it.
“I gave my first blowjob at the age of seven.” She found herself saying as she collapsed to the floor, headband falling out. “To my dad’s best friend. I lost my gag reflex at eight and my virginity at ten to a man who gave my dad five hundred bucks. My dad beat me until I lost my unborn child when I was fifteen.”
There was silence and she realized abruptly that she was crying. Belarus Natalie was the first to hug her, and was swiftly followed by Russia Ivan. They both spoke to her comfortingly as she broke down in sobs, hugging them back.
Once she was pulling herself together she looked up and locked eyes with Matt, who smiled softly at her.
Katy is Ukraine; Belarus and Russia’s big sister, Canada’s shy lover.
OP favors Canada/Ukraine over all other het pairing in this series, and this made her heart clench, but ultimately, it felt warm and good and healing. That was, without a doubt, the single most heartbreaking story in the thread so far (I havent' yet read the ones below). Poor poor darling. My vengeful side makes me seethe that her bastard father didn't meet what he deserved; part of me wants to believe that whatever Ivan's problem is, he shares with his alter ego Russia's ability to drive others to terror and insanity, and he paid him a visit.
One of the things I found myself liking best was the fact that Matt broke up with her when he found out how old she was, but took her to a place that could help her. That was sweet. Your Matt, as a rich playboy, made me laugh, it fits with the persona he adopts too well. (so did the ones you mentioned, especially Greece).
And the thing I liked the most? The fact that she formed meaningful relationships, full of affection and support, with the people that are closest to her in the charade, her siblings. but mostly supportive Natalya, who made me squee
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Katy is a slut.
She knows it, and embraces it. She’s been to enough doctors to know that she’s a nymphomaniac, and that she can’t live without sex and all of its various forms and positions.
At least, that had been the garbled explanation her last doctor had given her while she was on her knees before him.
Katy was raised an only child by a father who taught her that a woman had two places; her back and her knees. She had been taught quickly by her father’s friends and had continued to practice as she grew older. Once her large chest came in, her father’s companions were more than happy to teach her the finer points of using her breasts to please men.
Her father never laid a hand on her, she can truthfully say. At least, not a hand directed in love or lust.
There had been once, when she was fifteen, and thought she was in love. For the first time ever she allowed a boy to fuck her without a condom, and found out three weeks later she was pregnant. Worried, she had told her father, only to have him make an appointment for her to have an abortion. Katy rejected this idea vehemently, and he had beaten her until she miscarried.
Katy had moved out two days after she came back from the hospital.
She moved to New York City, where the soft accent left from spending her first tender years in Ukraine, attracted men like no other.
In a random bar, she met Matt.
Matthew Williams. She liked the way his name rolled off of her tongue, the way her accent made it sound wicked. The man was brutal in bed, and was a notorious playboy.
Katy could smell money, and figured she’d wake up in his bed the next morning with it either empty, or with him asking her to leave.
Instead, he brought her pancakes.
--
They broke up six months later, once he found out she was only sixteen. She’d cried at his feet, losing the only man in her life that she’d thought actually gave a damn about her, only for him to help her up and tell her to meet him the next day at the train station.
She met him there, and was presented with a white shirt, blue overalls, and the cutest headband ever.
Confused, she changed into the outfit, and rode with him to a small building. She waited outside the bathroom while he got changed, and gaped when he emerged in jeans and a red hoodie with a maple leaf on it.
He escorted her to a meeting room, and whispered a number of directions, and the name she’d go by, to her before opening it.
The most important one was that she be who she always wanted to be.
“Hey, sorry I’m late, eh. Ukraine got a bit lost.”
--
Katy loved the meetings. Especially how whenever France would come over and make a lewd remark about her tracts of land, instead of being required to flirt back or drop to her knees, Russia or Belarus would step up and defend her. How instead of being the sexy flirt, she could be the shy older sister.
She took up knitting; a hobby that baffled Matt until she explained that Ivan had remarked on how cold it was getting, and how he’d need to buy a new scarf.
--
“Y-you made this for me?”
“Da, braht. I don’t want you to be cold!”
--
Three years later and Katy had her breakdown. Each of the members wound up having one; she’d been there for Prussia’s Gilbert who confessed that his family had no idea who he was France’s Francis was painfully shy, couldn’t even talk to a woman or a man and Greece’s Heracles was a bundle of nerves, unable to relax for a moment.
Russia had asked her a question. That had been it.
“I gave my first blowjob at the age of seven.” She found herself saying as she collapsed to the floor, headband falling out. “To my dad’s best friend. I lost my gag reflex at eight and my virginity at ten to a man who gave my dad five hundred bucks. My dad beat me until I lost my unborn child when I was fifteen.”
There was silence and she realized abruptly that she was crying. Belarus Natalie was the first to hug her, and was swiftly followed by Russia Ivan. They both spoke to her comfortingly as she broke down in sobs, hugging them back.
Once she was pulling herself together she looked up and locked eyes with Matt, who smiled softly at her.
Katy is Ukraine; Belarus and Russia’s big sister, Canada’s shy lover.
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-I love Ukraine, and now feel horrible for writing this.
-Canada/Ukraine is so cute, I had to throw it in there.
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(and I like Canada/Ukraine)
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One of the things I found myself liking best was the fact that Matt broke up with her when he found out how old she was, but took her to a place that could help her. That was sweet. Your Matt, as a rich playboy, made me laugh, it fits with the persona he adopts too well. (so did the ones you mentioned, especially Greece).
And the thing I liked the most? The fact that she formed meaningful relationships, full of affection and support, with the people that are closest to her in the charade, her siblings. but mostly supportive Natalya, who made me squee
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How honorable of Canada. lol
Gods, I enjoyed this fill. I truly did.
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