Re: Trigger [4/?]
anonymous
May 3 2009, 23:11:11 UTC
“These are all very interesting arguments.” The murmuring quiets as Francis stands, though it doesn’t completely go away. “However, that is not the issue here, oui? I do not think it is in anyone’s best interest to take sides or point fingers. Right now, our focus should be on creating and agreeing on a ceasefire between the two nations.”
Silence, and then gentle murmurings; out of the corner of his eye, Arthur sees Francis nod. He smiles and congratulates himself as Ivan stares up at him, mouth open and eyes blinking.
“Heh…it’s funny that you’d say that, Bonnefoy.”
Francis blinks and looks up. Lovino stares straight at him, and Francis doesn’t like the look in those brown eyes.
“I’m wondering why you’re even speaking out in the first place - isn’t molestation the thing you’re best at, signior?
Fury spikes through Francis, but he keeps his back straight, though he narrows his eyes. “You will remember, Monsieur Vargas, that I was invaded once. I have every right to speak my mind on -”
Lovino snorts. “You were invaded because you asked for it,” he says. “You got your ass whipped by the kraut bastard and now you’re whining about it because you can’t take what you dish out.”
Every muscle in Francis’ body goes cold; the world flattens and falls away from him. The hall falls into dead silence.
“I find I must agree with him.” Roderich’s voice is rational and calm. “You send incredibly mixed signals - it’s only natural for a nation to misread them. You have no one to blame but yourself for that invasion, Bonnefoy.”
“No.” The word feels thick on his tongue. “No…I….”
“You want this, don’t you? You whore. Why are you crying?”
“Maybe he’s sobbing in gratitude that someone’s finally willing to do him.”
“It is true, Bonnefoy-san.” Kiku’s voice is calm, rational, and dagger-sharp. “In my country, your behavior would be completely inexcusable - especially if you were a girl. You are only inviting yourself to be violated.”
Voices murmur through the room; some agreeing, some debating.
None outright object.
“Francis?” Antonio sounds concerned, too far away for Francis to care about.
“No. Don’t gag him; no one will come, anyway. I want to hear him scream.”
Francis sobs and trembles as someone pulls him apart and pushes in. And then he’s screaming and thrashing and bleeding, his hands jerking against the ropes as he begs for them to stop.
“That’s right. Scream. Scream to me in gratitude.”
“You are, like, totally out of line!” Feliks stands, frowning, his arms crossed. “This isn’t about World War II! We are, like, totes off topic to the max!”
“I agree,” Alfred manages to say as he grabs Canada in a full nelson to keep him from mauling Ivan. “This isn’t World War II, and we’re getting derailed from -”
“But of course we aren’t.”
Oh God.
Francis lets his gaze drop to Ivan, who is smiling back up at him with violet eyes - with a childlike cruelty and triumph.
“See, Georgia is very much playing hard-to-get with me, da? Just as Bonnefoy here was with Ludwig.”
“Don’t bring me into this,” Francis hears Ludwig say, his voice high and tense. “Don’t do this, don’t do this -”
“Ah, but we should not forget the past, da? It is very important, in case we repeat our mistakes.” Ivan grins up at Ludwig, and Francis sees him shaking out of the corner of his eye.
“Now then. Surely you’ve all seen how Bonnefoy acts; ergo, Ludwig’s acts against him could be construed as asking for it, da? It’s the same way with Georgia, I assure you. What with her annexing those two poor nations and playing hard-to-get even when I tried to convince her to let them go….” Ivan sighs, dramatic, and shoots Francis a pitiful look with a grin underneath. “How else was I to construe his acts?”
“He’s not responding anymore.”
“Give him more beer. We’ll have him begging in no time.”
Someone forces a bottle down Francis’ throat, and he chokes and cries and tries not to vomit as warm, bad alcohol is poured into his belly.
Francis starts trembling. It only worsens when he feels a hand touch his arm, warm and gripping in comfort.
Re: Trigger [4/?]
anonymous
May 4 2009, 00:07:08 UTC
Ow. And what just takes it to that extra level of awful is Germany's reaction to the turn of the debate. Way to be digging open old scars there, Nations :/
Silence, and then gentle murmurings; out of the corner of his eye, Arthur sees Francis nod. He smiles and congratulates himself as Ivan stares up at him, mouth open and eyes blinking.
“Heh…it’s funny that you’d say that, Bonnefoy.”
Francis blinks and looks up. Lovino stares straight at him, and Francis doesn’t like the look in those brown eyes.
“I’m wondering why you’re even speaking out in the first place - isn’t molestation the thing you’re best at, signior?
Fury spikes through Francis, but he keeps his back straight, though he narrows his eyes. “You will remember, Monsieur Vargas, that I was invaded once. I have every right to speak my mind on -”
Lovino snorts. “You were invaded because you asked for it,” he says. “You got your ass whipped by the kraut bastard and now you’re whining about it because you can’t take what you dish out.”
Every muscle in Francis’ body goes cold; the world flattens and falls away from him. The hall falls into dead silence.
“I find I must agree with him.” Roderich’s voice is rational and calm. “You send incredibly mixed signals - it’s only natural for a nation to misread them. You have no one to blame but yourself for that invasion, Bonnefoy.”
“No.” The word feels thick on his tongue. “No…I….”
“You want this, don’t you? You whore. Why are you crying?”
“Maybe he’s sobbing in gratitude that someone’s finally willing to do him.”
“It is true, Bonnefoy-san.” Kiku’s voice is calm, rational, and dagger-sharp. “In my country, your behavior would be completely inexcusable - especially if you were a girl. You are only inviting yourself to be violated.”
Voices murmur through the room; some agreeing, some debating.
None outright object.
“Francis?” Antonio sounds concerned, too far away for Francis to care about.
“No. Don’t gag him; no one will come, anyway. I want to hear him scream.”
Francis sobs and trembles as someone pulls him apart and pushes in. And then he’s screaming and thrashing and bleeding, his hands jerking against the ropes as he begs for them to stop.
“That’s right. Scream. Scream to me in gratitude.”
“You are, like, totally out of line!” Feliks stands, frowning, his arms crossed. “This isn’t about World War II! We are, like, totes off topic to the max!”
“I agree,” Alfred manages to say as he grabs Canada in a full nelson to keep him from mauling Ivan. “This isn’t World War II, and we’re getting derailed from -”
“But of course we aren’t.”
Oh God.
Francis lets his gaze drop to Ivan, who is smiling back up at him with violet eyes - with a childlike cruelty and triumph.
“See, Georgia is very much playing hard-to-get with me, da? Just as Bonnefoy here was with Ludwig.”
“Don’t bring me into this,” Francis hears Ludwig say, his voice high and tense. “Don’t do this, don’t do this -”
“Ah, but we should not forget the past, da? It is very important, in case we repeat our mistakes.” Ivan grins up at Ludwig, and Francis sees him shaking out of the corner of his eye.
“Now then. Surely you’ve all seen how Bonnefoy acts; ergo, Ludwig’s acts against him could be construed as asking for it, da? It’s the same way with Georgia, I assure you. What with her annexing those two poor nations and playing hard-to-get even when I tried to convince her to let them go….” Ivan sighs, dramatic, and shoots Francis a pitiful look with a grin underneath. “How else was I to construe his acts?”
“He’s not responding anymore.”
“Give him more beer. We’ll have him begging in no time.”
Someone forces a bottle down Francis’ throat, and he chokes and cries and tries not to vomit as warm, bad alcohol is poured into his belly.
Francis starts trembling. It only worsens when he feels a hand touch his arm, warm and gripping in comfort.
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OH GOD.
I...poor France. ;3;
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