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Never Enough	By : SushiiAttack Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1773 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia and am making absolutely no profit off of this fic.

Chapter List
- 1-Never Enough
- 2-Sweden's Revenge
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This is the second installment of an attempt to write a fanfiction a day, with specific themes. It might not work that way, but I'm going to try. There's a kink list I'm going down for the themes of the pairings. There might be some themes and kinks that aren't for the faint of heart, as a fair warning. I'm doing this alongside my girlfriend.

The theme of the current fic is:

Abuse.

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So. It had finally happened. Sweden knew it had. His dull eyes glanced up from the cup he was gripping rather tightly. His knuckles would be obviously white had he not been wearing gloves. What the other didn't know, was that when he'd left... Sweden wasn't just going to let him walk away without anything else to say. He was going to continue their conversation, perhaps...

Obviously, the other had been upset because he hadn't been touched in a while but Sweden didn't care much. He liked to touch the other, sure... But he didn't see why they should always sleep together like that. Was Finland just too horny? He liked having sex every night for the first few years... It was nice. Refreshing. Relaxing.

There was nothing wrong with that. He liked the thought, actually. Though, it got old. It was in a rut. He didn't know how to get them out of it, so he figured the best thing to do would to stop for a while... Though, how was he supposed to know that their lack of intimacy was going to lead to this.

The sad part was... He knew it was going to happen. He really did. He'd denied it at first, but now he just knew. He knew the other was going to cheat on him and something was aching in the back of his mind that told him it was going to be with Denmark too. That was the only other nation Finland had gotten close to. That was it. He didn't want the other to cheat on him like this with Denmark, but now that he was sitting here in this bar... Gazing at his obviously flustered wife, he knew what had happened.

Taking a long swig of the beer, Sweden stood. Then his eyes flicked to Finland and he just walked over to him. The small frame was shaking as it looked up at him with obviously apologetic eyes, but Sweden wasn't going to accept that. He just scoffed and pushed him to the side.

Stepping out of the bar, he just strode past the other. He heard him speaking and yelling about stuff as he followed him, but he didn't care. He didn't even hear what he was saying. He just wanted to go and get this over with. He had to make everything good and even between them now... Then he could show the other a good time again- but this slanderous act had to be made even. He knew just the way to do it.

For some reason, his desperate little Finn followed him all the way down the road and towards the other's house. He found it rather interesting and entertaining.

Did he perhaps have some feelings for the other? Perhaps if he was actually listening to what he had to say then he would know what the other was feeling... For all he knew right now the other could be feeling anything.

Guilt.

Remorse.

Betrayal.

Fear.

Confusion.

Curiosity.

Panic.

Anger.

Any of those were an option and then by looking down at his face for a moment as he tugged on Sweden's wrist, he was sure that there was something to his thoughts. One of those had to be right and he knew it.

"C'm on," Sweden said and tugged his wrist away from the other. He had plans for Finland now.

Walking towards the front door of the place he hated so much, Sweden shook his head. He didn't think he'd ever have to come back here- but he knew if he ever did that it would be for this reason. For some reason he always knew it was going to be for this reason... How did he know?

Honestly, he didn't think that Finland was unfaithful or anything. Not at all. He loved his wife so much... But he'd wanted to perhaps spice up their sex life and make them both want it some. Perhaps he'd taken it too far though and drove the other away too much. It didn't matter to him.

This would either fix it or break what they had together. He would find out when he was done.

Grabbing the shovel that was by the door, his eyes then flicked back to the wood. He brought the handle up and he just broke the door off of its hinges with that rather blunt object.

"D'nm'ark," he called out as he stepped over the splintered carnage. This was definitely going to be interesting. Though, he kept his hand wrapped around the shovel much like it had been when he was holding the glass in the bar. His knuckles were white... Pure white. He was so angry, but his face didn't show it at all. He looked the way he usually did. He was rather bored looking. That wasn't the case... Not right now. Not when he had something to do.

Then he heard some scrabbling and then foot steps and his blue gaze went upwards. So he was upstairs was he? He walked through the living room and took the liberty of stepping on the jacket that was undoubtedly shed on the way up to the stairs. He knew they'd had relations because not only did his beloved Finland smell of after sex perfume... So did the entire house. It made him so sick... He didn't even want to be in here, but he had to do what he came here for. He had to our else his pride might take a hit... He didn't want that now did he? He had to teach this nation not to fuck with his stuff as it was.

Stomping up the stairs, Sweden's eyes would have been red right now if they could change colors... But they couldn't. The only thing on him that had any expression to him were those eyes though. He wasn't really an emotional man, but right now... He was making an excuse for everything.

Pushing the door open wide to the room he heard Denmark in, his eyes traced over the male that was sitting there on his bed with only pants on... Sure, he opened his mouth to say something, but Sweden's ears were clogged with anger and it was going to take one hell of a beating for his ears to work again.

Perhaps it was just his selective hearing...? It was odd though. He wasn't blind with rage. Just deaf with it.

For some reason though, there was a smirk on Denmark's face as he looked past Sweden and to the Finn that was in the door of the room, trembling. Sweden turned and gazed at him, wondering what they were feeling right now. He didn't care though.

Bringing the shovel up, he gripped it with both hands and stepped forward, slamming it hard against the Dane's head. That would slap that smirk off of his face wouldn't it?

Thankfully, he was right. He watched the other as he was slung to the other side of the bed. He was obviously trying not to go unconscious from that hit. Sweden brought the mouth of the shovel up to his eyes and he was sure he could faintly hear some screaming... He turned his gaze away from the shovel and looked over at Finland.

"F'nl'nd," he mused. "D'n't worry. Th's 's gonn' f'x everyth'ng, y'kn'w?" he said with a casual shrug. "Y' h've to w'tch it though... 'r y' w'n't l'rn 'nything fr'm it." That was when his face got serious and he walked over to the other and dragged him inside the room, closing the door behind him. He then lightly brushed his hand over the other's hair in a rather affectionate manner. Did he care what his adorable little Finn was saying?

Not really. His gaze had already gone back to Denmark. He'd fallen off the bed and was on his hands and knees, blood dripping from the side of his head. Then Sweden's eyes went back to the shovel. Would you look at that? Sure enough. There was a little blood on the back of it.

That was disgusting. He brought it down and swiped the liquid off of the metal on the sheets. Then his eyes went down to the nation trying to crawl away from him.

"Wh're d' y' th'nk y'r go'n?" he asked as he gripped the shovel again, but this time his hands were gripping just under the mouth of it and he brought the handle down over his back. The wood splintered much like the door did and then the fucker broke when he brought it back up. He tossed the useless thing to the side. It would be much more rewarding to do this with his bare hands anyway...

Looking down at him, he noticed how he'd collapsed against the floor and then he just leaned down. He smirked some as he looked at the man that was surely about to get the night of his life. He grabbed him by his hair and then just dragged him up, holding those spiky locks between his fingers as he just held him there. The other tried to gain some balance with his feet, but Sweden had him held up just a little bit too high for that to be possible.

"Y' m'ke me s'ck," Sweden spat out, but Denmark's eyes were closed. "Y' l'k at me wh'n I t'lk t' y'." Then his eyes narrowed and he threw him down on the bed. Lucky for him. The floor was just as available... That would have definitely hurt wouldn't it?

Glancing over at Finland, he noticed that he was crying, but perhaps he just didn't realize just how necessary this all was.

"W' b'th h've t' f'ck 'im in ord'r f'r th's t' b' fair, y'know," he said as he looked back to Denmark and then he grabbed the other's pants, yanking them down some. He noticed the distressed look on Finland's face, but he didn't really care. This was going to make them even. It would surely make everything better, right?

Bringing his hand down on the other's ass rather sharply, his ears were unclogged long enough for him to hear a very satisfying sound break the silence he heard, other than his own voice of course.. Though, that rumbled through his head like no other.

A yelp filled the room just from his hand coming down like that and he noticed how the other tried to move away. That wasn't going to be good.

Reaching down, Sweden gripped Denmark's hips and yanked him up into a much better position. He was on his knees and he was holding himself up on his hands. Then Sweden smirked. This was too perfect. He then reached down and touched himself through his pants, hoping he would be able to get hard so he'd be able to do this.

Watching the blood drip down the other's face and the way his body shook definitely did it for him as well as the fact that his hand was moving over himself. It didn't take long before he was completely hard. This wasn't for him to enjoy though. He knew he wouldn't enjoy anything about it besides the fact that he wasn't even going to bother preparing the other.

Reaching down, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled himself out. He didn't even bother taking anything off though. What was the point? This was for humiliation and not pleasure.

Working up some saliva in his mouth, he figured this would at least make it better. He then licked his finger and had them coated real well. He rubbed it over the head of his length and then his eyes went back to the other finally. It was obvious he didn't want to be hurt anymore, but he was going to get a hurt that would definitely compare to the shovel to his head.

Pressing himself into the other rather roughly, he groaned some at how tight the other was. Though, that shouldn't have been a surprise. He hadn't been prepared before and he'd done it during a rather tense situation.

Ignoring the noises in the room, he just focused on pushing his hips in and out of the other. He held onto his hips rather tightly as he worked the other over him without caring for his feelings. Why the hell would he? He didn't care about this male and he'd slept with his wife. He had to make it even somehow because he surely didn't feel like giving his wife up in the slightest. He wasn't going to let anything come between them, especially not this dick of a nation... So, he had to screw him. He had to for the sake of their marriage. If they both did it then there was no way the other could be mad... It was flawless logic, in a way.

Since he wasn't really enjoying it, it did take him some time to finish. The other was definitely not being cooperative though... But did Sweden care? Nah. He would bring his hand down on the other and he'd eventually opted to grab Denmark's wrists and pin them behind his back as he pushed him into the bed. He'd had to lean over him as he continued to push his throbbing length in and out of this nation that had done something so awful with his beloved wife. It was a rather erotic situation though, he had to admit it to himself.

The way those tears were dripping down the Dane's cheeks... And the way his legs were shaking and wanting to give out under him. Then of course, there was the fact that Sweden had him pinned down to the bed like this. Every now and then his blue eyes would also go over to admire his wife in the corner. Finland was crying too, but he knew it was because of the blood more than anything.

Finally though, he grunted a single time as he felt his hot seed spill out into the other. He panted out a few times, but then he relaxed. This was good enough. He then pushed his bangs from his eyes as he felt himself slide out of the other so easily. It was rather slick in there now. Too bad it wasn't before.

Putting himself back in his pants he watched the used and broken body fall to the bed.

"Come on, Su!" Finland said with tears still stinging his eyes. "You've done enough, let's go!" It was obvious that his wife was rather upset about all of this.

How cute... Did he actually care for this nation? That just couldn't do.

"Nej, F'nl'nd. Etta m'ment," he said, just needing one more moment with the other. He reached down and grabbed his hair, yanking him up to be on his knees.

"L'k 't m' th's t'me," he growled out. Denmark slowly opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at him. "Y' ev'r touch m' w'fe ag'n and I'll kill y'... Und'rst'nd?"

Then Denmark just nodded his head, but a small ounce of defiance crossed over his face as he gathered a large amount of saliva up and spit directly in Sweden's face.

Bad move.

Here comes the rage again...

Though, this time he probably was blinded by it. He had the other pinned against the wall so very fast and Finland hadn't even been expecting it. Sweden's hands gripped the other's throat and he applied a little bit more pressure than he probably should have.

Nails dug into his skin and feet kicked out, but that definitely wasn't going to stop him from doing what the hell he wanted to right now. His eyes just stared forward as he watched the other's eyes flutter and him gasping for air. Hell, he could even feel his throat trying to expand against his hand. Not even the Finn's hands on his wrist were able to pry his grip away.

Soon enough though, the Dane fell unconscious and then Sweden just threw him down to the floor by his throat. Not quite dead, but surely wanting to be.

"L'ts go," Sweden said and then turned around. He then grabbed Finland's wrist and started out the door.

That was the end.

They were even.

In Sweden's mind anyway.
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