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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。
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(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.
第二篇填梗文：
The one without sin is the bearer of the cross
(Anonymous)
2009-01-17 12:07 am (UTC)
---原文开始---
The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [1/?]
‘This can't be happening,’ was all Alfred could think as he read the letter on his desk. A letter telling him that if he didn't reply to it by phoning the number provided by fifteen hundred hours that very day that he'd be getting his brother's left pinky in the mail. It was already thirteen hundred hours. "Christ!" he swore.
His brother had been kidnapped by a terrorist group about five days prior, seemingly out of the blue, though they had yet to give in to the group’s demands or even contact anyone since the kidnapping. A search immediately was sent out to find him. Arthur and Francis had checked every flight, boat (or really any transportation) outgoing to Europe, Honda (and with some blackmailing Yao) covering most of the Asian areas. Alfred himself had all the countries in the Americas searching and checking anyone going in/out of the borders.
Matt was no where to be found. Now on the American's desk sat the only information he'd received on the situation. After contacting his secret service, who had tried to locate the origin of the number which was concluded to be likely be a simple cell pone one, he had taken further measures to ensure that they were set up to listen in using tapping equipment.
"America." A voice answered that Alfred immediately recognized. It caused a shiver to run through him as though the room's temperature suddenly dropped to minus forty Celsius.
"Russia...so it was you..!" Alfred nearly growled but tried to restrain himself since he knew, now more than ever, that his brother's life was at stake. "Where is Canada?"
"With me thought right now he is quite tired and sleeping." the Russian replied in his terrible accent. Alfred could almost hear the mockery in his tone as he spoke. "Now I think we should talk about what it is I want to receive from you in order to get back your brother, yes?"
‘Bastard...’ Alfred growled in his mind but managed to remain calm on the outside. He couldn't...he didn't negotiate with terrorists, no matter what the cost. But he'd never been threatened like this before; no one had dared sneak so close to his own house. His brother meant so much to him, too much for him to lose him and he knew the Russian knew this too. "Why? Why Russia? Your fight is with me! Let him go!"
"Ah, well I've had such a hard time getting your attention lately so I thought that the most direct way was through your heart..." Ivan's voice was as cold as his winters yet still managed to carry that undertone of childishness. "Canada is just as stubborn as you though and fought hard to escape...you should be proud."
"You better not have hurt him!!" Alfred shouted his anger getting the better of him.
"Nothing that will scar." Ivan replied with no malice in his voice but a shudder still made its way down the American's spine.
"What do you want from me?" Alfred asked his teeth tight like a clamp making his jaw hurt from the pressure.
"Well Canada is quite valuable, much more then his loud older brother," Ivan said in tone that could easily suggest they were merely talking about the weather, "but I suppose there is one thing that is more valuable then his life."
"Tell me your price!" Alfred nearly snapped.
"Your pride." Ivan answered.
It took the American a good full minute to let those two words properly process in his mind. He still hadn't completely understood before the cruel Russian spoke again, "Do not do anything that will jeopardize your brother’s health dear Alfred. I will wait for you at a location and time that will be disclosed to you on a later date. If you don't come then I will send your brother's hands to you." Then Ivan hung up.
"Did you find the location?!" Alfred shouted to his secret service crew. One of the men gave the thumbs up, already on the radio sending a squad on their way. Letting them handle the rest the American sat heavily into his chair rubbing his eyes. "This is just fucking wonderful."
The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [2/?]
A meeting was called immediately after the call with the (trusted) Allied nations. There was a large and quite loud conversation about what should be done next and no one seemed to agree with the other.
"Are you saying we should just let Canada get cut to bits by that maniac!?" Francis shouted at Arthur. The French man was nearly red in the face from his argument with the English man.
"No of course not but we can't give into his demands!" Arthur shouted back just as frustrated. "We can't just hand America over to that maniac!"
"I agree with England-san," Honda said quietly calm as always, "all we'll be doing is giving Russia-san another hostage."
"But he'll cut off Mathieu’s hands!!!" Francis shouted at the small Japanese man. He cradled his head in his hands. "My poor Mathieu...he's probably scared half to death, kept in some dirty dungeon by that savage..." For once the French man's voice held no sarcasm but actual fear and sorrow.
Watching the whole scene with a sort of detached manner, Alfred sat in his chair, eyes looking forward but not really seeing anything. His brother was in the hands of that lunatic and he, for the first time in his life, was powerless to do anything about it. It was such a strange thing to be at someone else’s mercy. He'd built such strong walls all around himself that had seemed impregnable....
"Alfred-san?" Honda said quietly looking at the American with worried eyes.
"Hm?" Alfred looked about the occupants of the room that all seemed to be staring at him. Startled, because they had just been fighting not a moment ago, he spoke, "Oh was there...did someone come up with something?"
"Alfred..." Arthur said his voice filled with concern. He tentatively pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to his American friend.
Looking at the offered item Alfred took it, wondering why it had been handed to him, when a drop of water fell onto his hand. "Oh, oh shit!" He cursed at himself and quickly used the handkerchief to wipe at his face.
"America-san if you need a moment..." Honda said trailing off.
"...I'll be back." Alfred said as he all but fled from the room and across the hall to the bathroom. "CHRIST!!!!" He swore while washing his face with cool water from the tap. "God damned mother-fucking son of a bitch!!!" He coughed trying to regain his breath and cool his temper. It only worked for about a moment before he was swearing again and kicking the fixtures. "Who the hell does he think he is! Fucking kidnapping Matthew!! I'll skin the bastard alive!!!"
It took him another bout of kicking and swearing before most the anger managed to work its way out. However despair was right there and ready to rush in to take its place. He knew it was pathetic and that heroes, especially American ones like himself, never cried but he couldn’t stop the tears. He pounded at the wall one last time for good measure before sinking to the floor in a heap. "Christ please help me...please help Matthew..." he swore.
It took major effort on his part but he eventually made his way back to the room. He listened as Honda attempted to make a plan with the others, though Francis was being a nuisance since all he did was shoot plans down by pointing out their flaws.
"Oh, America-san," Honda greeted, having been busy arguing with Francis over something and not seeing the golden blond man, "if you're...able to discuss it...did your men find the location from your phone call?"
"No, Ivan was prepared and was long gone before we even left." Alfred replied with an aggravated sigh.
"Ah...I'm sorry to hear," Honda said with restrained sympathy, truly typical of the Japanese man. "Then we have no idea of the location?"
"I'm afraid so," the American answered with a sigh that almost sounded like a growl, "that bastard had this planned completely from beginning to end." It took him another full minute, and many a deep breath, to relax. "Christ." he swore not for the last time that day.
"Alfred," Arthur said concern for his 'son's' mental health at this moment, "we'll find him and we'll rip that miserable wanker’s tongue out for even daring to harm a hair on Matthew's head.”
"Thank you." Alfred said with a half-managed smile.
The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [3/?]
The discussion went on with ideas thrown about for half a day before everyone left to go about their own devices. They'd decided that there was no way that Alfred would be offered up to Ivan despite his demands and threats. Though perhaps there was a way to lure the insane Russian out of hiding using him as bait...though they all knew that, crazy he may be, he was no where near stupid.
Still it was all they had.
Sighing miserably to himself, Alfred sat in his recliner. The information on where to meet Ivan had yet to be sent and so all he could do is wait. Wait and pray. God in heaven but this was killing him. He prayed that Matthew was alright that Ivan hadn't hurt him too terribly.
Though sleep would be impossible until Matthew was safe in his bed and that vile Russian’s head was on a stake he decided to give it a try. After all if he was dead on his feet then he'd just be less able to rescue his brother. He lay down on his bed closing his eyes and trying to will sleep to come to him. After a half an hour of no success he opened his eyes and turned his head to the bedside table where a picture of him and his brother lay. It had been taken about eight years back when they were on relatively good terms. They were both smiling with Alfred's eyes facing forward and...
He sat up and picked the picture up looking a little more closely then he had since it'd been taken. Matt. . . . was looking at him not the camera as he should have been. Al gasped when he noticed what reflected in those beautiful bright blue eyes.
Love.
It was a deep love that he'd only ever seen once before in his life from a time that had long since passed. The same love his older brother (and near father) Arthur had given him while he was growing up. It made tears well up in his eyes. Tears of joy; because someone else was giving him that look, tears of sorrow; it had been a long time since Matt looked at him, and tears of pain; that lunatic had his brother...what if he never got to see that look again?
"Oh God Matt! I'm so sorry, I never meant for you to get hurt...not for me, never for me." he sobbed into the photo. "I love you! Why couldn't that bastard just hurt me instead?"
"Because your body is strong." a voice answered.
"WHO'S THERE!!!" Alfred shouted and like a shot was out of bed with a pistol in hand (the photo still in the other), pointing it at the intruder.
"Hello America, it's been a while." The small brunet man answered.
"L-Lithuania?!" Alfred gasped looking at the pale man in near awe. "How did you get in?"
"I mastered my way around your house while I was working for you. Plus acting like a maid to get in really helped." Toris answered with that same tired smile he always seemed to carry with him.
"Why are you here then?" Alfred asked finally lowering his gun but not putting it away, Toris was after all one of the countries under Russia's domain.
"I think you know why I'm here." Toris answered.
"You're his delivery boy then?" Alfred asked with a growl.
"No, that's someone else." Toris replied with a shake of his head, "I'm here to warn you." He looked the American straight in the eyes, his own sharp and keen quite unlike the usual softness Alfred was use to. "Canada will suffer terribly if you go to Ivan."
"And if I leave him in that maniac's hands then he'll be slowly tortured to death then cut into pieces and sent to me in a box," came Alfred's sharp reply, "he's already suffering, what more can Ivan do?"
"Much more then you can imagine." Toris replied a shiver making its way down the smaller man's back.
"...What is he planning?" Alfred asked afraid of the question but needing to know all the same.
"I don't know the extent of his plan but..." Toris sighed and Alfred could almost swear he could see the heavy burden that the other carried. "Canada...he'll be made to suffer just for you so that you'll be hurt in a way that can't be healed no matter how much time passes."
The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [4/?]
Silence reigned over Alfred in that moment. He could only imagine the horrible things that had happened to the seemingly delicate Toris over the years, he'd pray he wouldn't have those tortures inflicted upon himself or anyone he held dear. "But if I leave Canada there he'll suffer worse than if I went there...wouldn't he?"
Sighing Toris nodded miserably. "Yes, regardless of what you do he will suffer, the only difference is that he won't suffer alone."
"No, even if I'm not there I'll still suffer and Ivan knows it." Alfred sighed, now suddenly feeling all the stress of the situation crash down on him.
"Alfred..." Toris said walkingover to the American and putting a hand on his shoulder. "I think...I think I may know where he is...but if you go there with a large army he'll only run away and you'll lose him again."
"What?! Where is he?!" Alfred said grabbing the shoulders of the Lithuanian and giving him a light shake.
Looking a tad dazed Toris shook his head then pulled free of Alfred's gasp pulling out a piece of paper which he then handed to him. "That's the location...but this is only a vague clue and it could be a trap."
"How did you get this?" Alfred asked.
"I stole it," Toris answered, "from Ivan's briefcase."
"Thank you." Alfred said and hugged the brunet. He quickly set about getting his clothes on and arming himself.
"W-What are you doing?!" Toris asked baffled by the blond's behavior.
"Being a hero." Alfred answered pulling on his gun belt.
"You can't!!" Toris exclaimed shock and fear evident in his voice. "You'll just be killed!"
"I'm not stupid enough to go in alone; I'll make sure that I have sufficient back up." Alfred said with a thumbs up. He got on his jacket and wandered back over to the shocked Liet. "I'll be fine; I can't leave my brother in that nutcase's arms a moment longer."
Sighing to himself, Toris could never stand against Ivan so bravely; he thought walked back over to the door. "Please be careful, I don't want to see you get hurt."
"I'll be safe and I'll get Canada out of there no problem!" America said giving his typical thumbs up.
作者的话： sorry for the small chapter...this was just more of a continuation from part 3, more to come later
The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [5/?]
"He's coming for you," Ivan said to his prisoner, tapping a bottle of vodka on his knee, "I can smell it."
The prisoner in question didn't answer him, just continued looking straight forward, not concentrating on anything at all.
"Are you not happy? Your brother is coming to save you even though you thought that no one cared." Ivan said with his usual childish smile on his face, "It is worth a drink, I think."
Still no response came from the golden haired blond. This irked Ivan to no end so he walked over and forcibly made him drink. He grabbed the back of Matt's head and nearly rammed the bottle down his throat. The Canadian sputtered and coughed as the liquid tried to make its way into his lungs. Ivan laughed and waited till the golden blond was done hacking before putting the bottle up to his lips again. "This time try to swallow, yeah?"
Bright blue eyes glared at him with a deep rooted hate before he let the Russian force feed him the cheap vodka. He coughed after the first two mouth fulls his throat burning, his vision blurring and his mind fogging.
"That's more than most can take!" Ivan cheered, smiling happily as he took a giant swig of the alcohol himself. "More than your brother likely could take...but I don't have him to compare." the ashen blond thought about it for a moment then broke into a gleeful smirk, "I'll have to test to see which of you is better as soon as he comes!!"
"Go to hell Russia." Matt said with an unsteady voice, his hateful glare turned on Ivan.
"So you can speak!" Ivan said cheerfully, "Good, good! I wouldn't want a mute in the upcoming performance!!" He sat back down in the seat that was across from where Matthew was chained. "I've been waiting for this for a long time, a time where your brother and I could just chat together."
Deciding to remain quiet, Matt just glared at the Russian.
"He always has something else to do...so annoying. I just want to speak with him." Ivan continued no longer bothered by the Canadian's silence. "I bet you felt that way too, always ignored." he laughed at the other's glare, "Perhaps we can come to understand one another, yes?"
"I don't want to understand you." Matt growled. He was woozy and bit disorientated both of which were bad things to be in front of the homicidal Russian.
"Why not? I can be a good friend to Matthew." Ivan said with a wide smile.
"I don't want to be friends!" Matt shouted at his captor but instantly regretted it. Ivan was nearly on top of him by the time he realized he was there, holding him up by the throat. He immediately grabbed at the other's wrists; though it was a futile effort with his own writs bound he couldn't get much of a hold.
"All will be under Russia Canada; perhaps you should learn to understand that and try to gain my good graces." Ivan said with a calm voice and hard eyes.
"N-No!" Matt shouted in defiance but his voice was cut off as Ivan squeezed a bit tighter. His vision started to blacken when he was roughly brought back to reality as he was thrown to the ground. He coughed as he desperately pulled much needed air into his lungs.
Ivan took a giant swig of his vodka and clenched and unclenched his free hand. "If you do not watch your tongue you may not have one before your brother comes to save you."
Not daring to say anything the Canadian waited until Ivan was gone out of the room before he allowed himself one shaking sob of terror.
The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [6/?]
Having sent a letter to his allies informing them of his current location and also his forces which were waiting outside for his signal; Alfred snuck past the guards and security outside and into the main part of the building.
It took him several tries and 'silencing' many of Ivan's guards inside before he finally made it to a room that showed any promise. It was filled with computers and America quickly realized that this was the security room. Quickly going over to the televisions he started shutting them down and signaled his men waiting outside to start the invasion.
"Ah, you're early America." A voice said behind him, smug and slightly insane sounding.
Quick as lightning America turned around with his gun in hand pointed at the Russian who stood there. "Ivan, you've lost now bring me to my brother."
"Lost?" Ivan asked with a raised eyebrow. "What is lost?"
"Don't fuck with me Ivan!!" Alfred shouted already sick of talking to the taller man.
"Don't shout, I'll bring you to your brother, yes?" Ivan asked with his usual crazy smile. "It is what you want."
"Yes," Alfred answered not daring to trust the crazy man, "I want you to bring me to him and don't you dare try anything funny."
Laughing, that strange cold chuckle Ivan did when he saw people fighting, he began to walk into the room. "America thinks I am comedian!" he said still chuckling, "I will show you quite funny thing then." he pressed a button on the wall that Alfred hadn't seen till then, "You'll enjoy, I think." he laughed as a secret door opened and Ivan walked in.
Swallowing to settle his screaming nerves, Alfred followed never lowering his gun. "Where is Canada?" he asked.
"Your brother is deeper inside." the Russian answered calmly still walking forward. Back behind them the door closed.
Jolting in surprise America trained his gun on the back of Ivan's head. "I said nothing funny!!!" he shouted.
"There is nothing funny with closing doors." Ivan answered turning to look at the American, seemingly unafraid of the gun pointed at his head. "Doors close all times, why are they funny?"
"That's a secret door Ivan!" Alfred shouted.
"Then it should stay secret," Ivan said coldly, "come, you want to see your brother yes? Then you must keep walking."
"So then it's just me and him..." Alfred thought as he continued to walk after the deranged Russian.
"Just ahead." Ivan said going up to a highly secured door and slowly unlocking it. After about five minutes the thick metal door swung open into the hallway. "In, in!" Ivan said with a happy smile.
"You first." Alfred replied.
"America is a scared cat!" Ivan mocked with a sing-song voice before he walked in.
Alfred entered a second later, right behind the massive man. "Where is he?" he asked not seeing his brother, though he couldn't really see anything since it was so dark.
"Alfred it's a trap!!" Matthew screamed from somewhere in the room but it was too late. Pain, blinding and crippling shot through every nerve in the American's body and he quickly found himself laying on the floor.
"Foolish America." Ivan said walking up to the man a tazer in his left hand. He pulled the cord out of Alfred's leg then dragged him over to a chair which he strapped him in. "Now what to do?"
"Leave him alone!" Matt shouted and now Alfred could see him. His brother had his hands tied behind his back and a thick collar with a chain that was bolted to the ground. There seemed to be some kind of release mechanism for the chain but in his current state Alfred couldn't figure it out.
"Don't be foolish my beautiful Canada, he's the main act in the show!" Ivan said with another insane crackle.
"Don't touch him!!" Matt shouted again to no avail.
Ignoring him Ivan pulled out a knife and first removed Alfred's gun belt. He continued to remove all of the weapons decorating the American and once done piled them up neatly. "Now what shall we do...?" the Russian asked tapping his gun on his chin. "The performance should be good..." a glint came to Ivan's eyes and he began to cut off the rest of Alfred's clothes.
"STOP!" Matt shouted, trying to move to protect his brother but unable to do so.
The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [7/?]
"What do you think we should do instead beautiful Canada?" the pale blond asked the upset Canadian, "Do you think that you can take the main role?"
"M-Main role...?" Alfred quietly said, his body finally coming back under his control, "Wh...at the hell...are you talking...about?"
"Performance!" the Russian said with a crackle, "I need one main actor and his support and then the bad guy!" He walked over to Matt, "he's volunteered for the main role!"
"What is the ...main role?!" Alfred shouted his voice returning to him.
"This." Ivan said licking the side of Matt's face, the other staying completely silent but giving one shudder.
"Don't you fucking touch him!!" Alfred screamed, completely regaining his senses. He tried desperately to get out of the binds and lung at the mad Russian.
To that Ivan just laughed, the sound echoing off the walls until it was nearly deafening. Once he finished he pulled Canada off his knees and held him up so he could smother the smaller blond's mouth with his own.
Matthew bit his lips in retaliation, reacting more than acting. He was thrown to the floor and unable to catch himself he smashed his head on the ground. Instantly Ivan was on top of him, turning him over and straddling his waist.
"That was not good my dear Matthew..." Ivan all but growled as he held the other's jaw in his iron grip. He leant down and forced his lips on the other's again but this time the smaller blond couldn't do anything. He forced his tongue into the others mouth.
"Stop!! Leave Matthew alone! This is between you and I you sick fuck!!" Alfred shouted from his chair, struggles renewed.
Looking at him from atop Matthew, Ivan smiled gleefully and proceeded to attack the Canadian's neck with licks and bites; the smaller man beneath gasped and hissed trying to get out of that iron grip.
"LET HIM GO!!!" Alfred screamed but it didn't do anything as Ivan continued his assault on the smaller man. Ivan lifted the golden blond's sweater up to his neck attacking his nipples with same vigor he did with the other's neck. "Stop! Ivan stop!!" Alfred shouted trying to keep his tears at bay. Matthew's own pleas rose with Alfred's begging the Russian to stop, his own attempts at holding back tears not as successful.
When Ivan's hands reached for Matt's pants the Canadian let out a sob, turning his head from both Ivan and Alfred to ashamed to look at either, especially his brother.
"You look beautiful like this Canada..." Ivan purred lazily stroking Matt's stomach and kissing his face.
"Let him go..." Alfred pleaded, his pride wasn't worth the pain Matt was going through.
"Hm..?" Ivan mumbled looking at his American captive. "What was that?"
"Please Ivan...please let him go," Alfred begged, ashamed but more concerned for his brother, "do whatever you want with me but please...let him go..."
"That is a good..." Ivan said with a wide and sick smile, "Your begging voice...it's lovely!" He looked at the smaller blond beneath him. "Does he beg you like this?" The Canadian only sobbed miserably in response. "No? It's such lovely sound..."
"Ivan..." Alfred pleaded.
Smiling as he always did Ivan leant down and licked Matt's tears. "I wonder how much you will beg...when I do more than this...?"
"Stop! Of for the love of Christ stop!!!" Alfred screamed struggling against the binds as hard as he could as the Russian continued to strip and molest Matthew. "STOP!! Stop, stop, stop, stop!!!!"
Letting out a scream of terror, Matt was suddenly stripped of his underwear and last bit of protection. He sobbed brokenly as he waited for what was to come next.
Ivan smirked and took in the sight beneath him. "Beautiful."
The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [8/?]
Moron Author Anon is a moron, the above comment is a part of the story, here's the eight part
"Not nearly as beautiful as your blood splattered across the floor." Another voice replied shortly.
"Arthur?!" Alfred shouted in surprise, he hadn't expected the others to get here, especially past the all the defenses and secret doors.
"H-How...?" Ivan asked completely bewildered, not at all expecting this twist.
"Zat is not what we'll talk about...get off my Mathieu!!" Francis shouted from beside Arthur.
Taking a second to gather himself, Ivan got off of the Canadian slowly guns pointed at his head. Several officers came in and pushed the tall Russian against the wall where they disarmed him and put him in handcuffs.
Francis immediately rushed over to his little brother and started untying him, helping the shaking younger man put on his coat since his own clothes were cut up. Arthur did the same for Alfred, handing him his over coat after helping him get off the seat he'd be strapped too.
"Now you are going to have a long and detailed explanation why you thought this was a good idea to the UN and I don't think they'll be particularly merciful with their punishment." Arthur growled. He nodded to the Police who dragged the swearing Russian away.
Alfred leant heavily on Arthur as he helped him out of this nightmare. Matthew had tried to walk but his nerves were too shocked so he ended up being carried by Francis instead.
作者的话：Epilogue will be later <3
The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [epilog]
Awaking to the afternoon sun in his eyes and the soft comfort of his bed had been so pleasant that Alfred thought that perhaps he had been killed by the Russian and not saved by his elder brother (or that perhaps the entire ordeal had been a dream.) Lazily he opened his eyes and looked about his eyes falling on his brother's sleeping face. "Matthew..." he mumbled, his voice rough from the screaming he'd done the previous day, his brother stirring despite that.
"Alfred?" Matthew asked his eyes opening slowly to him. He looked half-beaten with dark rings around his eyes.
"Matthew..." Alfred replied his own eyes filling with pain. He'd been the reason his brother suffered that horrible incident. He looked away from his brother in shame and self-loathing.
"Alfred...?" Matthew asked again, reaching out and grabbing his southern brother's wrist. "I...I'm sorry..." he whispered when the American did not answer.
"Sorry?!" Alfred shouted finally looking at his northern brother. "What in hell do you have to be sorry for!?! What Ivan did is not your fault!!"
Flinching at the tone Matthew let go of the arm and curled in on himself away from his brother's body.
Instantly regretting yelling Alfred covered Matt's body with his own, feeling the younger tremble from the moment he touched him. "Matthew...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you...I should have protected you..."
"I should have been stronger...had better defense...none of this would have happened if I wasn't such a fucking pacifist!" Matthew cut Alfred off with his own self-loathing. He trembled even harder, curling into himself and closing his eyes tightly. "I'm a weakness to you...people can use me against you...I'm just..."
"How can you even say that Matthew!" Alfred nearly shouted but managed to stop himself when he realized that he was only causing the other to flinch tighter. Instead he hugged his Canadian brother tighter, kissing his neck. "It's because you're here that I can find peace and...someone who protects me."
"How is getting my stupid ass kidnapped and then used as leverage against you 'protecting' you." Matthew asked with a shaking sob.
"You protect me from myself, when I'm in danger you're always there pulling me out of the mess I threw myself into." Alfred answered softly, "You've always been there...and I'm just so glad that bastard didn't get to...hurt you fully."
Slowly un-tensing Matthew looked back at his older brother. "But I..."
"No buts Canada...Matthew, just as much as you're there for me I'll be there for you too." Alfred said kissing the Canadian's cheek, "I love you and I'm sorry for letting that happen to you."
Looking back into eyes identical to his own Matthew slowly turned and embraced his brother. "I...I'm sorry too."
"Then let's both forgive one another and go kick the shit out of that Russian bastard." Alfred with a smirk.
"That would...be nice," Matthew said with a small smile, "but in a while...right now I just want to lay here."
"Then lay as long as you want." Alfred said and though he knew what happened would not be dealt with so easily at least they had each other's comfort.
Outside the room Francis and England stood with the North American brother's breakfast on trays. "And here I thought that we should be worried...what with them both waking up and screaming all night long." Arthur sighed with a tired smile.
"Let's leave zem pour un moment longer, zey need zeir rest." Francis said with his own smile.
---原文结束---
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Re: The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [8/?]
(Anonymous)
2009-02-02 04:29 am (UTC) (Link)
Gaaah. This was great. Poor Matthew: but I'm happy that Ivan didn't get at him too much, and I thought Francis's attention to Matthew was adorable!
Good job! I can't wait for the epilogue!
Re: The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [8/?]
(Anonymous)
2009-02-04 03:00 am (UTC) (Link)
Boo..I'm wondering if I'll do it. This meme seems dead now and several fils I've made no one's said anything, not even ops >3>
Re: The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [8/?]
(Anonymous)
2009-02-04 04:07 am (UTC) (Link)
Are you kidding me??
Not the anon from above that you were responding to, but I absolutely ADORE this fill, it's one of my favourites in the whole meme!!
This Canadanon has been super-eagerly awaiting the exciting conclusion...
P-please don't leave us without closure! What will it take to change your mind?? I'll give you every internet in my posession, and as many firstborns as you desire...
Just, please reconsider? *puppy dog eyes*
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Re: The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [8/?]
(Anonymous)
2009-02-04 05:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
Please do reconsider D: This fic is great and I'd be really sad to see it go without closure ; ;
Like the person above I've been eagerly awaiting each part <3
Author!anon
(Anonymous)
2009-02-07 04:28 am (UTC) (Link)
Ah well I suppose I could do it then (just this one though)
Re: Author!anon
(Anonymous)
2009-02-07 05:35 am (UTC) (Link)
YAY much <3 ^^
Re: The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [8/?]
(Anonymous)
2009-02-11 12:57 am (UTC) (Link)
This story was really so awesome!!
Don't quit DDD: We need more awesome writers!!
Re: The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [epilog]
(Anonymous)
2009-02-11 06:59 am (UTC) (Link)
OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD
Such a sweet ending! My heart melted at the relaxing cuteness. Personally, I don't even enjoy Alfred/Matthew interactions that much (I think partly because I find them stressful) but dear god I loved this scene!
This entire story was epic! Thank you so much for finishing this! It's really good, and if I get any friends into liking Hetalia, I'll recommend this fanfic to them!
Re: The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [epilog]
(Anonymous)
2009-02-11 03:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
thank you...I may release it to another site I don't think I'll put it on Hetalia
Re: The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [epilog]
(Anonymous)
2009-02-12 02:11 am (UTC) (Link)
So sweet <3 this story is incredible, thank you for finishing it :D
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