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I Can\'t Let It Happen	By : GEO Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1854 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-I Can't Let It Happen
- 1
Alfred sat in the waiting room. This was his third time he was here, and he had taken to staring at the painting across from him in a blank stupor. Dr. Weston was sure taking his time… He looked over as he heard the gentle click from the examination room.

                “Alfred,” A calm voice called him. It was his doctor. He wore a dress shirt, slacks, and he was balding with a puggy face. He wasn’t even past thirty. Alfred pushed himself up onto his feet, and entered the room as the doctor held the door open for him. He took his spot on the couch that was reserved for patients and now, for him. He scooted his bum around on the cushions, trying to find a good spot that didn’t feel like the couch was going to swallow him up whole.

                The man hit a record button as he always did before each of his sessions. “How have you been this past week?” The man asked, sitting across from him in a comfy looking arm chair.

                Alfred shrugged. “Same as the past two, doc.”

                “Has anything happened?”

                Alfred shook his head. “I went to work, same as always.”

                “Have you been able to go back to your games?”

                Alfred pressed his lips together. “No.” He had confessed the first time at being one of the best players in his group’s football team. They would schedule to play some games with the other groups of “Old men” as the high schoolers liked to call them. “The guys don’t want me there anymore.” Alfred grumbled. Dr. Weston had advised him to go back as soon as he could.

                “Why do you think that is?”

                Alfred groaned. “Why do you think? I beat the hell out of one of them!” He snapped.

                “And why did you?” Alfred remained quiet. Weston leaned forward. “You used excessive force against a teammate of yours. Did he do something that you thought was wrong?” Alfred grumbled. Weston knit his eyebrows together. “So you beat him up because he was homosexual?”

                Alfred’s eyes shot up. “No. I’m fine with that.” He growled.

                “Then why?”

                “He was coming onto me! I didn’t want to really! I-I just snapped!” He clenched his fists tight on his jeans. “I mean, I didn’t know until he told me, and he tried to kiss me and…” Alfred shook his head. “I remembered him, and I couldn’t let it happen again.”

                Weston blinked. “Him? Not your teammate, but someone else?”

                Alfred was bright red, biting his bottom lip with a mixture of sadness and scorn. He nodded.

                “Who is he?” Dr. Weston asked.

                “He was a friend of mine, back in high school.”

                Dr Weston nodded, and then folded his hands. “Was he gay as well?”

                Alfred was a little startled when he used that term instead of homosexual, but nodded. “Yeah. Though I didn’t know for a long time.”

“How about you tell me about him?”

Alfred shrugged. “He came from Moscow, entered junior year while I was a freshman. He was quiet, and weird. He kept to himself, and would smile as he watched people.” Alfred shook his head. “We kept running into each other somehow or another. And we kept rubbing each other the wrong way. We even got in a few fights.”

Weston nodded. “So you two had a rough start. How did the two of you become friends?”

“Some nights, I’d see him wandering my neighborhood. I thought he’d come to mess with me, so one night I went out to give him a big slug to the face… And when I grabbed his shoulder, the look on his face…” He paused, remembering the look of fear on his face. “…It turned out that his younger sister scared the hell out of him.” Alfred shook his bowed head and scratched the back of his neck.

                “What did you do then?” Dr. Weston prompted.

                Alfred looked up. “I invited him in. It was as awkward as hell, that night. Though after that, he started to slowly go out of the way to bug me. He’d come over to read books as I played games, and he’d sometimes make fun of my skills. He could be annoying, but I have to admit I liked the lug around. Like a gigantic puppy.” Alfred leaned back and pressed his back against the couch, willing to get eaten.        He smiled. “It sounds like the two of you enjoyed being around each other. What happened between you and your friend?” Dr Weston asked, smiling at Alfred. He wasn’t expecting such a malicious laugh to come out of his patient’s mouth. It clearly started the therapist.

                Alfred leaned forward, an elbow resting on his knee. “Let me tell you about what my ‘Friend’ did.”

***************

                I had done the night perfectly. I had gotten all the brownie points that I could with my date. She was hot, long brown hair pinned up, in a red dress and high heels. She wasn’t as tall as I was though. I had gotten her a corsage, made all the right noises when complimenting her, and did a few slow dances. After going out for a few months, playing with each other over the months, and going to our senior prom tonight, I thought it was time for Ashley and me to go a little farther.

                The whole thing fell apart at the end of the night. I was walking her out to my car, and when I leaned in, she had moved to put her head on my shoulder. I wound up with my teeth connecting to the top of her head. We were both in a bit of pain, and we tried to laugh it off.

                “You got a pretty hard head,” I told her, laughing a bit.

                “You’re just soft all the way to your teeth. Drink milk instead of all that soda.” She rolled her eyes.

                We heard some slurred speech. “Hey girly! What’s someone like ya doin’ with a half-wit like him?” It was a few of the guys that went to the prom as a group. They weren’t there for flirting or picking up, but there for fun. I even recognized a few of them who did some break dancing in the middle of the dance floor. It wasn’t very formal, but I do have to say I wanted to join them then.

                “How about you bring that sexy butt over here and enjoy our company for a while? Just chillin’.” He winked.

                Ashley rolled her eyes at me, and smiled. I laughed and yelled back, “Sorry, looks like this half-wit’s got the sexy butt tonight.”

                Ashley and I had gotten to my car. “Guess they think you look like party girl.” I joked. “Got your long legs and not afraid to show them to prom with your date.”

                Then Ashley stopped. “Did you just say that I look like a slut?” She growled.

                I blinked and shook my head. “No.”

                She flared up a bit. “You just said that I am showing off too much!”

                Oh god. Girl rage. No. No. NO. “I said that you have confidence to show off them legs! Dem sexy legs that make guy crazy,” And oh damn why am I speaking like a woman? “And girls jealous.” And I became a fake flaming man for a second.

Ashley was trying not to laugh, but I ddi see that glimmer in her eyes that said that she was going to forgive me. “Fine. Let’s go.”

                I sighed and put my arm around her waist. “I do want to see more of both tonight though.” I told her, trying to be flirty.

                And she elbowed me playfully.

                And that’s when her friends came by. The ones without dates, and heading to their cars.

                Stupidly, as Ashley chatted with them, and I was getting impatient. My mind wandered, as well as my eyes, and I started to stare off into space. I just happened to have my eyes of Katharine’s gigantic boobs. I swear, she moved into my line of sight and I didn’t move one inch.

                Katharine caught this, and then proceeded to call me a horn dog. Confused, I denied it, and I looked over to Ashley to back me up, and I got this cold stare from her as she then slipped from my side and said, “You know what? I think I’ll stick with my friends tonight.”

                After Ashley took off with her friends, glaring at me out of the window, I just got so angry. I wanted to go blow off some steam. A few of the guys had booed me and offered me some beer. Well, I had no reason to be sober anymore, at least it didn’t feel like it. I took a couple of drinks with them, lamenting about how women don’t know how much we have to put up with them. After about an hour, I left the place.

                Next thing I knew, I was at my friend Ivan’s place. He had moved out, away from his two sisters as soon as he graduated. He got a job, and fell off the face of the earth, though not before he told me where he was going to be. I went up to his door, and banged it like a drum until the door slowly creeked open. There was Ivan standing there. “Good! It’s you and not some weirdo.” I said in a drunken slur, and pushed past him into his apartment. I didn’t notice how alarmed Ivan was by this as I started to rant. “Women take things way to far! Why the hell can’t they be more sensible?”

                Ivan tried to hush me. “Alfred, is one o’clock in the morning. Please, quiet!”

                “Y’know, if a guy’s nice the entire night, you don’t just punish them for saying, SAYING something stupid at the—“ A hand covered my mouth. I struggled.

                “Alfred, breath in through nose.” After a while of struggling, I did that. After a while, I was a bit calmer. “Are you going to yell if I uncover mouth?” Ivan asked. I shook my head as much as I could. He released my head. He didn’t even ask as he told me to sit on the floor. He got me coffee at two in the morning. He instructed me to drink, and after some protest I finally did. He did eventually ask me what happened. I told him the whole thing. He just watched me, nodding and made the right noises. “I think tonight you should stay here. Give yourself some time to breath.” Ivan told me. He shifted a bit. “Though do not have much.”

                That’s when I finally looked around. He had an arm chair, an old TV that he probably got from a donation place, and shelves of books. There were a couple of pictures, but it was as if he didn’t spend much time there otherwise. That’s when I finally noticed how Ivan was. He had messy hair, his clothes were twisted as if he had just been sleeping, and his eyes had some bags under them. The smell of mint mingled with the lasting smell of the coffee. He had been really asleep before I had come in.

                “I didn’t come to sleep over. I came here to get in a fight with you.” I said, bluntly. I lied at the second one, but Ivan’s eyes lit up a bit.

                His laugh was rough, and groggy. “Not tonight. You are drunk, and I would easily win.”

                I rolled my eyes. “Fine. I’ll get you in the morning. How about that?”

                Ivan made a grunt of ‘Sure, why not?’ and got up. I followed up to his bedroom, and I was going to start a competition for the bed, but as soon as I started to move, he said, “You can take bed.”

                That got rid of all the fun. “Nah, it’s your house.”

                He nodded. “And you are guest.”

                “An uninvited one. I’ll take the floor.”

                Ivan shook his head. “Please sleep in my bed.”

                I snorted. “Dude, that sounded so wrong.”

                He paused and thought about it. He chuckled. “I guess so. But still.”

                I stopped. “Do you have work tomorrow?” From his hesitating, I knew he did, even when out of it. “Your bed.”

                Ivan didn’t take it after that. He got a blanket, one of the pillows, and moved to lay down on the floor. I tackled the big lug, and onto the bed. “HA!” I laughed. “This is YOUR bed! I shall not take it, for the floor is MINE! The hero’s!”

                “Shhh!” Ivan tried to shush me again, putting his hands over my mouth, but he was laughing.

                I wiggled my mouth from behind his hands and grinned down at him. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you from the scary monsters under your bed.” Ivan huffed and glared. He believed there was something that was following him, but he was just paranoid from when he was a kid. Some sort of old army man. Ha. It took me a moment to realize that I was straddling the big lug. I spazed and tried to get off of him. He grabbed my wrists and kept me there. “Whoa dude, just trying to get off.” I told him, and half way through I thought I saw something in his eyes. It made me uncomfortable.

                “But I do not want you to.” He muttered. Next thing I know, he has a hand on the back of my head, and he’s crushing is lips to mine.

My heart jumped and I felt my lips tingle, but I struggled and pushed at him, We wound up rolling on our sides. With my mouth finally free I half yelled at him, “I’m not gay!” My head had already been swimming from alcohol. His hands were tight on my arms, keeping me close. “I am straight. 100 fucking percent straight!”

He gave me this look. I felt my heart drop a bit. I was about to say I didn’t care if he was. He could be gay all he wanted, he was my bud! Just not with me. Then he rolled over on top of me and pinned me onto the bed. “I know.” He said quietly. “But I have wanted to do this to you for long time.”

I felt a shiver go down my spine, and I started to thrash. He held me down, and I started to shout. One hand left my arm, covering my mouth. I kicked and pushed, and tried to slug him in the face. He ducked his head down, and started to lick and suck my neck. I felt shivers going down my spine. I cried against his hand and tried to pry him off by the shoulder. It felt like it lasted so long, and I couldn’t scream or get out from under him. I was strong, but he was heavy, and so much bigger. He finally released my arm as he groped for something, anything. I pushed myself up, and bit his hand. I tasted something like iron in my mouth, as well as hearing a yelp.

I didn’t pay much attention. I have to get out of here! I thought. I got to the door, trying to push it open, and screamed. I didn’t care if I wasn’t being as tough as I could have been, I just wanted a way, any way, out. My hands were pulled back and held with one of his, the other over my mouth again.

“People are sleeping, Alfred. Would not be good to disturb them.” He gently whispered in my ear. My muscles gave an involuntary shiver and I started to break out in a cold sweat. He brought me back, dragging me, and pushed me down into the bed, and hard. I couldn’t make a noise, and he unbuttoned my dress shirt, and pulled it back, using it to tie my arms together behind my back. He then rolled me over, and as I opened my mouth to shout, he stuffed some used socks in my mouth. It was so disgusting. He used my red tie and made a knot so I was gagged now. I squirmed and tried to shout, muffled by the socks.

Now Ivan was taking a break, looking down at me with this hunger in his eyes. Another shiver went down my spine. I threw my head from side to side, wailing.

He slowly scooted down, and bent down. I felt his lips on my chest, and sucking. I twisted my torso, and his retaliation was to turn his head, push me down, and start sucking on my nipple. I felt my body heat up, and my toes curled. I trashed some more. His teeth got pushed into my chest around my nipple—a place that I now have a scar. He pinned me once again.

“Do not worry, Alfred. I will not hurt you.” His voice was deeper than usual. He picked my nipples, and I cried out, back arching. “I just want to make you feel better.”

Those words. Those fucking words. I wanted to shout at him, Like hell this is making me feel better! Instead, all I could do was glare at him. At that moment, I hated the guy. He didn’t seem to notice. Instead he just continued to work me over, soon making me writhe on the bed. I constantly struggled, and he would kiss and suck on me.

It felt like an eternity before he finally stopped. And I stopped, to finally breathe a bit. I was hard, and all I could think was that my damned body had a mind of its own. That part couldn’t tell this was not consensual. He left the room. I felt that it was my only chance. I pushed myself up on my feet, and ran as best as I could. I pushed open the door from the bedroom, and then stopped. I could hear him. He was down the hall in the restroom. I heard my heart pounding in my ears, and tried to sneak down the hall.

“Alfred?” I heard my name behind me, and my blood ran cold. I didn’t look back as I bolted to the front door. Ivan tackled me, and I hit the floor with a thud, hitting my head and groaning into the socks. “Do not go, we are just getting to good part.” He murmured. His body was pressed up against mine, and I could feel his dick on the back of my thigh. I scrunched up and then kicked out. He wasn’t in a position I could get him. His hands weren’t on me. I didn’t realize it until I felt one slip down the back of my pants.

My body tensed up as his finger, slick with something, poked at my butt hole. I squirmed, and started to say into my gag, “No! Ivan, stop it!”

                He didn’t understand me. “Alfred, you need to relax, or else I cannot do this.” Because he said that, I continued to keep myself tight, and shake him off. Though as soon as I unclenched, a finger slipped into my ass. I cried out, and my body tighten again. I was getting tired. My body was not listening to me. Ivan slowly moved his finger in and out of me, pulling down my pants and briefs. He cooed soothing words to me, all of which I heard with a cold ear. I bit the socks, and tried to ignore the feeling. He had slipped another finger into me. I groaned, toes curling, but willed by body to stop, not to give into him. “Mmm… Is nice, da?” He murmured into my back. He was nuzzling it, and I pulled my shoulders up to hide what little I could. My eyes were starting to burn with frustration. His fingers finally pulled out after the third one. There was another pause. The ripping of a little plastic package. My eyes went wide. Oh god, no. Don’t. That was when I started to struggle again. Ivan had sat back, and pulled me up onto his lap, my back to his chest. I felt something pressed up against my butt, and Ivan’s arms around me. “Do not worry. I am sure will not hurt too bad.” And he picked me up, and pulled me down onto his girth.

                It was so big, and it hurt so badly. I cried out so many times that night, and this time it was because I was in pain. He kept me on him, murmuring, “You have to get used to it, Alfred,” While kissing my neck. He started to bounce me. Up and down, up and down. My body convulsed without my permission, and I was about to burst too.

Dear god, make this end now, or kill me! I don’t care which!

Hot tears started to roll down my eyes. I held my chin up, and squeezed them shut. A hand grabbed my chin, and pulled my head back. Ivan dared to kiss my cheek. “Is okay, love.” He murmured. “I am here for you.”

His hand went down from my chin and started to stroke me repeatedly. It wasn’t much longer until I went over the edge. The rest was just a painful haze. I was vaguely aware that Ivan was still fucking me, and then stopped after a while. I passed out shortly afterwards.

******

Dr. Weston was staring at Alfred.

Alfred looked up at the psychiatrist. “Now you, you are judging.” He stated with a small smirk.

Dr. Weston shook his head. Alfred had moved around in emotions while he was telling the story, from facts, to some playful expressions, and then rage. Now he looked tired as hell, and Weston wanted to tell him to lie down, and rest. However, he couldn’t do that. “What happened after that?” He asked.

Alfred leaned back, and shook his leg. “Early that morning, I found myself back in his bed. I was sore but not hung over. He was next to me, and I all I could think was that I would kill him. That I would kill the bastard and it’d all be gone. That night would be gone. Him, Ashley, everything.”

Dr. Weston waited. When Alfred didn’t continue he asked, “What did you do?”

Alfred gave Dr. Weston a cold look, and smiled. “It’s over, but it’s not gone. Ashely and I broke up the next day, and I dropped out of high school, got a job, and moved the next town over.” And Alfred looked at the clock. “Looks like it’s time to go. I got you an extra five minutes.” Dr. Weston was caught by surprise as he stood up. “Oh, no need doc, I’ll be head out myself.” Alfred stood up, and walked out of the psychiatrist’s room. He did not look from side to side, only forward, right to the doors.

As he walked by, a silver blond haired man in a wheel chair watched him pass by. His head gently turned as he watched Alfred walk by.

“What is it, Ivan?” A nurse asked him, and caught only a glimpse of Alfred as he excited the doors. “Is he your friend?”

Ivan tilted his head, then shook it in a slow, dimmed manner. “He seems familiar.”

The nurse looked at the doors once again. “Maybe he’s someone you knew from high school.”

Ivan smiled. “Maybe.” He giggled. “Have a feeling we would have been good friends.”

The door opened, and Dr. Weston opened the door. “Ivan, you can come in now.” He called.

The man smiled as the nurse rolled him into the room for the start of his session. .
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