In order to celebrate HETALIA'S anime adaptation. AXIS POWERS HETALIA KINK MEME
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Francis muffled a groan and flinched under the weight of Ludwig’s heavy stare and the ropes that bind him like a slave in his own home.
“The Allies will come, you bast-!” He manages before Ludwig snarls in unrepressed rage, grabs a handkerchief and gags the incapacitated nation with it. He sets France with another heavy, empty stare and leaves the room, fuming silently.
Three days later, Francis, still tied and gagged, cries tears of relief as bruises blossom across his skin. He’s being invaded in the most vindicating way, and the tears pour like his own wine as thousands of men fall to the ground on the cold and unforgiving beaches of Normandy.
Several days (or is it weeks? He can’t even tell anymore) later, lusty moans accompany his tears as his brothers, his comrades, his lovers, whisper sweet nothings against his skin. He can feel Canada’s soft lips mumbling in sweet sweet French against his ear as he runs his hands across Francis’ ravaged body.
He can feel Alfred’s callused palms gently stroking his arms, returning the circulation to them as his lips press gently yet urgently against his own, seeking reassurance that yes, he’ll live, he’ll be okay. He can feel Arthur moving deep inside him, locking his tired green eyes with France’s own as he moves them to completion. Their hands flow apologies across his ravaged skin, gently touching the bruises they created when the first stormed his shores.
He speaks softly, his voice hoarse with disuse, whispering against Alfred’s lips, an elegy of ‘Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, L’Angleterre, Amerique, merci, merci, le Canada, merci,’ the thank-you’s and names falling senselessly from his lips as he slowly comes alive again.
France notes absently as his three Allies, his rescuers, complete their wanton dance that it was so different than Germany’s harsh merciless invasion of his body, the careless and distant violation he had become so used to these past months. Perhaps, Francis muses, his saviors know this as well, for the tears that fall do not belong solely to him.
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(reCaptcha- 'Antonio bleed'. what did you do to Spain you bastards!)
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