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Whisper of Stars	By : tamasama Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 6255 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers or any of the characters. I make no money from the writing or distrobution of this story. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to the lives of any person, living or dead, is purely conincedental.

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CHAPTER TWO
America sat in his borrowed room, wondering what the hell all of that with Russia was about what he could have been doing to the one in the kitchen. Flopping back from his sitting position on the bed with arms spread wide, he wiggled his body to bounce up and down on it while he thought about returning home and playing video games. “Gaaah, I’m freaking’ bored!” He complained, giving himself an extra-hard bounce to propel himself to standing. Pacing back and forth, he scowled. “Leave it up to Ivan to not even have a damn TV in here, that prick.”
“How unfriendly of you, comrade. There are more interesting things to do here than watch television, do you not agree?” Came a pleasant voice from the doorway. Despite the friendly tone, it caused America quite a start.
Whirling around, the US greeted Russia with a mixture of scowl and smile. “You really scared me, man. Sneaking around like that.”
“I do not know what you mean, Alfred. How can I sneak in my own house?” Heavy footsteps rang across the hardwood floor as the large man approached, leaving America confused at how such a heavy person could move silently enough to creep up on him like he had. With a good-natured smile, the Russian gave him a hard push, knocking him onto the bed with a muffled ‘pomf’.
“H-hey Ivan, what are we gonna do on the bed?” America asked, forcing an uncomfortable sounding laugh.
“Why, we are going to become one, da?” Fishing inside of one of the many pockets in his large, heavy coat, he pulled out a syringe of some brown liquid. Before the US could say anything, Russia was upon him and holding the man’s arms trapped at his sides with the weight of his knees holding them down. With a quick yank of the mouth, Russia uncapped the syringe and plunged it into the young man’s vein and injected.
Almost immediately after the deed was done Russia climbed off of the bed to stand. “What the fuck was that?!” America yelled, bolting up. Suddenly, he felt a sensation he had never experienced before. It was like his entire body forgot how to function and his knees buckled, sending him to the floor. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, all worries and cares carried away.
“It makes me sad to say that heroin is the number one drug around here, Alfred. At least be glad at the quality of this, very high. But don’t worry, I have plenty to spare so it’s no problem for me.” Sliding the syringe back into his pocket, he gave a little giggle*.
“Th-that’s not the… problem… here.” America managed to slur, slowly lifting himself from the cold floor into a shaky stand. “Y-you drugged… me.”
“Well, I cannot have you misbehaving, so nichego ne podelaesh**.” He said with a shrug, his smile never faltering. With a light push, the younger man fell onto the bed without so much as a whimper. “I’m sure you’ll come to love it at my house, and I’m not going to complain about the money you’ll have your boss send here either. I’ll be calling on you soon, Alfred, do not disappoint me.”
With that, Russia left the room, closing and locking the door behind him. America lay inert on the bed, head swimming with confusion, the smooth grip of the drug pulsing through his veins, and somewhere buried inside a bubbling well of panic. The negativity was hard to cling to though, with the heroin slamming full force inside of him. It felt like the compilation of every positive feeling he had ever experienced, all at once. It was joy, comfort, acceptance, relaxation, and the best damn orgasm of his life all mixing and sliding through his entire form in waves of perfect pleasure.
Beginning to feel very warm, he tried to roll over and found it to be extremely difficult. To top that off his mouth was beginning to feel like a desert. A few attempts to roll over or get up proved useless, so he finally gave up and just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, swimming in euphoric perfection.
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Something big and heavy plopping onto the bed awoke him some time later, but he was glad that the feelings derived from the drug had almost worn off. Soon his strength would be back, and when that happened, he would be able to kick Russia’s ass!
Russia leaned over the man’s seemingly sleeping form, watching to see if he was going to wake. Eyes rolled and one lid managed to slid half-open, America’s blue iris and constricted pupil becoming visible. “Dobroe utro, Alfred. Or should I say dobryi vecher***?” He laughed at his own little joke.
“F-fuck you.”
“I am sure you will be much fun to me, comrade.” He said, taking time to survey America’s arm, looking for the vein this time around. As he slid the needle into the large vein in the crook of the elbow, he chuckled, “There will be no escape from this place. I trust you will act like a gentleman?”
Eyes rolling up and lids fluttering as another shot of the potent substance entered his body, America could only manage a pleasured hiss of air from between his chapped lips.
The bed rustled and gave a little creaking sigh of relief when Russia stood, eliciting a half-hearted peek from America, curiosity forcing his heavy eyes open. Hazily he managed to make out the man moving about a small area near the side of the bed, removed his coat… Scarf, shirt… Gloves stay on.
Hearing America grunt, Russia turned to look at him. “No need in wondering what I am doing, you are even fine to go back to sleep if you wish.” Kicking off his boots and pulling his socks away with his toes, Russia knelt over the half-conscious man, his legs parted, knees on either side of America’s thighs.
“You are so easily manipulated, it is very funny.” He giggled, lightly slapping America on the cheek twice. No reaction beyond a low groan of displeasure. Another slap, harder this time, followed by another low groan. Sitting up to straddle the younger man, he flexed his hand twice, lifted it out, and brought it down for a resoundingly loud blow which snapped America’s head to the left, leaving a red hand print on the white cheek.
The USA knew he had been hit at least twice, but the last one seemed like it was very hard. In an effort to fight Russia off, he tried to punch him, only to succeed in lightly flopping his lax arm in Russia’s general direction. Unable to feel the sting, he had to gauge the force of the blow from the blood he tasted in his mouth.
Still straddling America’s hips, the russkii only laughed at how feeble the attempt to fight back had been. “It is good to finally get you back for sticking your medaling nose into my business, ublyudok****.” Slowly, his smile melted into an angered frown. “Why can’t…”
Curling his gloved hand into a fist, he brought it down on the drugged man, which was answered by a pained moan.
“You just stay…” Another blow, hard enough to bring America somewhat out of his drugged haze enough to try and block his face with his arms.
“Out…” Arms in the way, bruise already forming.
“Of…” The ribs this time, followed by the whoosh of America’s lungs expelling oxygen.
“Everyone’s…” The other side now, America coughing.
“Business?!” This time the leather-clad fist connected with his groin.
His body instinctively curling in on itself, his upper body and legs tried to pull in around the offended glands. He felt strong fingers in his hair followed by a sharp yank, which pulled his head down onto the pillow once again.
His hand placed firmly over the man’s face, Russia sat back a little and slowly licked the blood from the knuckles of his gloves. After savoring the flavor, he leaned over to grab his jacket from the foot of the bed and rummage about in the pockets until he found his flask. Removing his hand from America’s already swelling face he unscrewed the bottle and gave it a healthy pull. Only when he had swallowed the burning vodka did he tip in over the younger man’s face, chuckling as the antiseptic liquid splashed down across the open wounds.
With a little jingle and a shift of weight, he pulled his pants down enough to expose his rock hard erection. Taking America’s night pants in one hand, he yanked them down with one rough pull, gaining a little shriek of pain for his efforts when his palm grazed the pained privates of his gasping captive. Flipping him over onto his belly, Russia rubbed his hand in the little pool of blood seeping around America’s head.
“You are lucky head wounds bleed so profusely.” Russia said in his usual sing-song voice as he slid the blood over his impressive dick.
America heard the words past the ringing in his ears, the screaming pain, and even the tickles of heroin that remained determined to impair him even after all of the punishment he had endured. A little nudge against his asshole set off all kinds of alarms that he was unable to react to given his wounds, intoxication, and position. Suddenly and without warning, something massive and shockingly cold forced its way into his tense entrance. As a shriek ripped itself from his throat he felt it twitch inside of him, as if his suffering was the most erotic thing imaginable. Slower now, but not any less agonizing, Russia continued to push into America’s unprepared ass. Clenching the disheveled blankets in his fists, America tried to stop the sounds he was making to no avail, eventually opting to bury his face in the blankets than give the Russian the satisfaction of hearing him scream.
“You sound like a wounded dog, Alfred.” Russia laughed, giving one more hard push and he was fully inside. Waiting a moment for America to adjust, he leaned down over the man’s prone form, lightly placing his lips against the smooth skin of his shoulder. “Do not stop, you make such beautiful sounds!” He insisted, sinking his teeth deep into the younger man’s shoulder with a loud growl. When awarded with another scream of pain he began to thrust into the warm heat that engulfed his aching member, never releasing the flesh he held in his mouth. Whenever the American would gain enough control to hide his pain, Russia would just yank his head this way or that, which always earned him a fresh scream.
“What the hell is wrong with this guy?!” America thought frantically, the pain shooting through his body like electrified arrows with every thrust and savage shake of the head Russia decided to dish out. “He feels like he’s freezing to death.” Along with the pain, along with the humiliation, what was almost worse than everything, was the sheer cold of the man’s flesh. It was like the Siberian winter pumped directly through his veins.
So close, so close. The pressure was building inside of the older man, so near climax. Deciding that it was time to push himself over the edge, he released the flesh from his mouth and leaned up again while relishing the view of the weak and injured man writhing beneath him. Reaching around to America’s manhood, he began stroking, as well as angling himself to properly slam against the prostate with every thrust. Pained screams soon turned into pleasured gasps and moans as America’s dick hardened in his leather-clad hand.
The pain-numbing mixture of heroin and sexual pleasure was taking effect, making America shamefully begin to at least somewhat enjoy his rough treatment. Almost as soon as the touches began, he felt himself close to climax.
“Aah… Ah, Ivan!” He half moaned, half wailed in his foggy mixture of pleasure and pain, feeling the orgasm ready to explode.
Taking that as his cue, Russia suddenly gripped America’s dick and balls in one hand. With a harsh twisting yank, he slammed himself as far as he could inside the tight hole and came to the sound of America’s sudden wretched scream of agony.
Feeling Russia’s abnormally cold cum spurting into him, and the pain in his genitals, America finally succumbed to the torture and passed out.
*To let you know exactly what I’m talking about: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=la4tUfCIbSA between 1:58 and 2:06. Oh god, so moe.

**It cannot be helped.

***Good morning, good evening, respectively.

****Bastard.
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