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点梗+填梗2篇：Russia rape 了Canada，强迫America观看。（冷/战时期，那时候确实是Ame把Can拽进来这个局中的，所以Ivan那句话说的没错。一共两篇填梗文。梗和文共享一个链接）（如果用电脑看，第二篇还有配图）这两篇，第一篇比第二篇行文更粗/暴。
原梗+填梗文链接：
https://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/3274.html?thread=3148234#t3148234
(Anonymous)
2009-01-15 05:01 pm (UTC)
点梗：This is probably going to be a bit dark, but it can't be helped.
Russia/Canada + US- Russia noncons/dubcons Canada and makes US watch. No prefs. on which names used.
第一篇填梗文：
Lines
(Anonymous)
2009-01-16 10:01 am (UTC)
作者的话： I hope by noncon, you mean RAEP, cause that seems to be what wrote itself. I'm not quite sure when this is set, either. Cold war AU, maybe? I need to go write something super fluffy now. I've written way too many rape fics...
---原文开始---
Lines [1/2]
Blackness receded from America’s consciousness.
“He’s awa-ake,” Russia crooned softly, the words pounding into his head like a set of daggers.
“No,” replied a broken, whispery voice.
America peeled open his eyes, despite every fibre of his being wanting to drop back down into that comforting darkness. The room wasn’t that much brighter. It seemed to be built out of stone brick, illuminated by several yellowing bare bulbs.
He was strapped to a filthy cot. Fisting his hands, he attempted to break the rope, but it was quite strong. He was, however, able to lift his head.
Russia sat in a chair at the end of the cot, one leg crossed over the other, his elbow propped on the armrest, and his chin resting on the palm of his hand. He almost absently tapped a gun against his cheek. In his other hand he held a fist full of wavy blond hair, holding up the head of a naked and bruised man kneeling on the dirt floor, his hands tied behind his back.
“G-go back to sleep, Al,” Canada told him, trying to sound brave, although his voice trembled. Tears tracked streaks through the grime on his cheeks, but he managed to lift his lips in what was supposed to be an encouraging smile.
“Let him go, Ivan,” America snapped, hiding his fear behind anger. “This isn’t about him. It’s about you and me.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Russia replied with a smile, running the muzzle of the gun underneath Canada’s soft chin. “He built lines against me. Lines. We touch, you know. Just like you two. More lines. Drawn in the sand.”
His violet gaze locked with America’s. “Perhaps I want him to touch me more.” Not taking his gaze away, he forced Canada’s head between his thighs.
America seethed, his muscles burning as he again attempted to escape. “Don’t you fucking touch him.”
Russia pressed the gun barrel to Canada’s temple, and America heard the other man quickly swallow a sob. “You brought him in, America.”
“Al, wait.” Canada raised his eyes to the man above him. “If I do this, will you let him go?”
Russia smiled, his eyes hooded, unreadable. “Depends on how good you are.”
Canada nodded, and using his teeth, began to undo Russia’s belt.
“Matt, no,” America gasped.
Russia merely smirked and sat back, using the barrel of the gun to stroke Canada’s wavy hair as the man slowly undid Russia’s pants with his bruised mouth.
A single tear leaked out of the corner of his eye, but other than that, Canada’s face was blank as he pulled down Russia’s zipper, releasing the man’s semi-flaccid cock, as large and pale as the rest of him. He paused momentarily, then closed his eyes and ran his tongue up the length.
America could only watch in helpless horror as Canada licked the other man’s shaft until it turned hard and almost an angry purple. Russia was back to stroking the gun on his own cheek, his fingers playing almost fondly in Canada’s wavy hair.
Canada knelt a little higher to get a better angle and slid the huge head into his mouth. The only sounds in the room were soft slurps as Canada’s head bobbed between Russia’s thighs while Russia curled the blond strands of Canada's hair around his fingers. Suddenly, he pushed down, so that his cock pushed into the back of Canada’s throat.
Canada made a muffled noise of pain and protest, and as soon as Russia let him go, he collapsed away from him, hacking and coughing noisily, spittle flying from his mouth.
Lines [2/2]
(Anonymous)
2009-01-16 10:02 am (UTC) (Link)
“I’m bored.” Then, that slow smile oozed across Russia’s face again. “I think Alfred is bored too, aren’t you?”
Without waiting for an answer, he stood up from the chair, leaving his pants open around his waist, and dragged Canada from the floor, throwing him face down on top of America.
He slammed into Canada’s ass without preparation or warning, forcing a strangled screech of pain from the poor man’s throat. Tears overflowed his eyes, dripping onto America’s chin.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” America snarled through clenched teeth, trying to keep his own tears at bay. Helpless, like a fucking child.
Russia laughed as he fucked the boneless Canada. “Is that right?” He dragged his fingers through the blood dripping down Canada’s leg, and reached around to smear two lines of it onto America’s chest.
“Almost like your flag, isn’t it, Matthew?” he rasped with a laugh into his ear. “But it’s missing a colour. White, right? Why don’t you cum, make your little flag complete?”
Canada could only sob a response, the pain was so intense.
Russia’s expression turned petulant, and he propped his gun onto America’s temple. “You finish your flag,” he hissed, clicking the safety, “or I’ll make him into mine. And you know the colour of my flag. All red. Your choice. You cum on Al’s chest, or I splatter his brains on my pillow.”
“It’s okay, Matt,” Al whispered, his voice sounding steady even as his lips shook. He tried to kiss away some of the tears that rolled steadily down Canada’s cheeks. “It’s just you and me.” America kissed him, tangling his tongue, trying not to be repulsed by the taste of dirt and sweat and rankness of Russia.
Canada cried something into his mouth; it might have been a plea for forgiveness, it might have just been his name, but then their hips were moving together.
“That’s it,” America told him, as Canada panted, his face flushed, streaked with dirt and tears and saliva. He kissed him again, pressing himself into Canada. It felt like an eternity later, each second a year long, but then he felt Canada shiver and sob into his mouth.
He felt the cold muzzle leave his forehead and suddenly, Canada collapsed onto his chest, his shoulders wracking in silent sobs.
Russia smiled, and licked his gun, tucking himself away into his pants. “That was good enough,” he said. He kissed the back of Canada’s head almost lovingly. “Your flag is beautiful.”
His laughter echoed in the room long after he was gone.
---原文结束---
回复 Re: Lines [1/2]
(Anonymous)
2009-01-18 05:14 pm (UTC)
Oh this is hot
Re: Lines [1/2]
(Anonymous)
2009-01-19 08:19 am (UTC)
Absolutely beautiful, writer!anon! Canadianon here thinks this is precisely the kind of self-sacrificial attitude she loves and hates in her country. Please, please continue!
Another small non-OP request: a bit more gunplay and more angsty brutality! (not that I don't adore Canada to death, of course)
Re: Lines [1/2]
(Anonymous)
2009-01-19 09:42 am (UTC) (Link)
Sorry, didn't see you already finished! Godly!anon is godly! Thank you!
Re: [2/2]
(Anonymous)
2009-01-16 10:36 am (UTC) (Link)
That was great. I really liked the flag theme at the end-just dragging in Matthew's own flag and nationality admist going through that.
It was very dark and wonderful, author anon. Goodjob!
Re: [2/2]
(Anonymous)
2009-01-16 11:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh wow. I absolutely loved it- that's about what I was expecting with a request like that, and you pulled it off excellently. Russia was scary! I wanna give Matt and Al a hug now. ;_;
- OP
Re: [2/2]
(Anonymous)
2009-01-17 03:38 am (UTC) (Link)
that was horrifyingly awesome.
Re: [2/2]
(Anonymous)
2009-01-21 02:05 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh-ho, anon. Nicely done!
Re: [2/2]
(Anonymous)
2009-01-25 06:23 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ohhhhhhh.... Alfred comforting Matt like that.... Thumbs way up, Anon.
Re: [2/2]
(Anonymous)
2011-02-27 12:24 am (UTC) (Link)
fffffffffffffffffffaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawkkkkkk.
I read volumes of rapetruck!Russia and none have ever been quite as...rapetruck-y as this. This is the epitome of rapetruck!Russia, I believe; Russian noncon at its finest.
Ilu. :'D
(reCaptcha says: stionara 1968:. Hmmm...)
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