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Snitch	By : Sadistic-uke Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2916 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do now own the character's, their names or appearances and I make no profit from this. I do not own Hetalia either.

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It's a little bit rushed, but I wanna get to the smut chapters!! Sorry! Feel free to point out any problems with it!

Matthew coughed and gagged as he woke up. He became aware that there was something pressed against his lips firmly, and a hand behind his head, holding him in place. The thing against his lips tipped and a liquid was poured into his mouth. He’d thought it would be water, so his mouth was open eagerly. Whatever it was, it wasn’t water. This stuff burned.

He coughed, trying to turn his head away as more of the liquid was forced down his throat. It wasn’t too much, but Matthew was convinced it was poison based on how badly it burnt and the way it made him feel hot.

He heard laughter that did nothing to calm him down, not that it was supposed to. He cried lightly as he was picked up, the vodka keeping him from struggling that much.

Dizzy. So very dizzy. It still hurt, everywhere still hurt, but it was deadened by the strong alcoholic drink.

His eyes fluttered, but he wasn’t close to sleeping. A soft groan escaped his lips and caused the men to laugh. They seemed to be in a good mood, although Matthew really couldn’t tell right now.

He hadn’t been hurt too badly since that first day, and he didn’t know how many days it had been since then, but however many it had been he seemed to be being taken somewhere.

“Ivan zhe nakonets gotov potom?” Matthew didn’t notice until then that they’d finally left the room he was being kept in.

“Da.” Came the gruff reply of the man carrying him.

Matthew looked around, seeing the building was actually fairly nice. Clearly the room he was in was a basement or something. He didn’t really care all that much, especially as the fuzziness from alcohol started relaxing him. He didn’t smile or anything, but he was clearly more relaxed than he had been since coming here. Even in his sleep he’d had a tense pained expression.

Time passed in a strange fashion for Matthew, mostly marked by a bottle being placed to his lips and that horrid burning vodka being poured into his mouth. Sometimes it raced like the hounds of Hell were after it, other times it slowed right down and Matthew heard himself giggling softly or had time to be aware of pouting at the men who seemed to be in a much better mood toward him now. They didn’t hit him, they just laughed at him and jostled him a little, laughing again as he fell over, the world spinning around him violently until the bottle was placed at his lips again.

He wasn’t really aware of much, but he was happy. He wasn’t aware of any pain or danger as there was enough vodka in him to keep all real thought at bay, only fleeting thoughts of how he’d just fallen over and that was either funny or sad.

The men thought it was amusing how childish Matthew was and how little vodka it took to get him completely and utterly wasted. There was no way he’d be a risk now on the train, not that most people would care about him being abducted anyway. The Russian gang always used this train. The only real rule on it was no gang wars. You stuck to your carriage and if you shot someone you were off and the train would keep on its merry way.

Arthur would love to shut the train line down, as every cop in Europe would, in fact, every non-corrupt cop in the world would love to be the one to shut it down, but it was impossible to do it.

At some stage Matthew had fallen over and just not gotten up. One of the men had checked he was ok and then just left him to doze off, waking him a little while later and pushing more vodka down his throat.

Matthew had to throw up a few times, but it was always washed down with more vodka. If the men weren’t determined to get him to Ivan alive he’d have almost certainly died at some stage. He did try to jump out of the train, thinking the snow looked really soft. He’d been grabbed around the throat and pulled back to the floor. After that the vodka came in slightly lessened doses.

Finally the train trip was over and the men got the very drunk Matthew into a car, two of them getting back in the train and heading back to France, the other two getting in the car and driving Matthew to Ivan’s house. He’d only have a day now due to the long train trip, but that would be enough time for him to sober up, get a shower and be prepared for Ivan to walk in the room and see him.

Matthew was still a giggling mess and he couldn’t walk more than a meter before falling over. He also couldn’t be carried or he’d be sick, so the men had to hold him up as they walked to the door.

The men had him handed over quickly and went back to a smaller town in Russia that they lived in.

Matthew giggled as he was walked down a hallway to Ivan’s room. The room had been kept clean and ready for Ivan; with a new couch set up. Everyone knew what Ivan’s welcome home present would be, but of course it was going to be a surprise for Ivan, so the gangsters who lived in the mansion with Ivan had set up a couch for Matthew. It was set up with lots of hooks so that Ivan could basically chain the boy in any position he wanted to.

They got Matthew to lie down on his side and chained him there, making sure that he wouldn’t choke on his own vomit in his sleep. While his drunken antics had been amusing it really would have been better if the guards had not gotten him so drunk. It meant someone would have to watch him.

One of the men went to get Ivan’s personal slave, Toris. While Ivan had been away the orders of what was allowed with Toris had been clear. Fucking was off, but everything else was pretty much ok so long as they didn’t mark him or use him too many times in a day.

They knocked, earning a heavy groan and then the door opening slowly to reveal Toris shaking lightly with a man on the bed, looking a little pissed.

“Chto?”

The man in the doorway pointing lazily to Toris. “My nuzhdaemsya v nem.”

“Daĭte mne minutu.” Came the gruff responce on the bed as he motioned for Toris to return to what he’d been doing. A flash of reluctance passed through Toris’s eyes before he obeyed, returning to fisting the mans erection and sucking the end of it.

The man in the doorway waited for the man on the bed to finished, then when Toris was following after him he led Toris back to Matthew, giving him orders to look after him, shower him and prepare him in a way that Ivan would like before his masters return. Toris looked over at the drunken boy, his shoulders sagging softly. He nodded, giving a quick response before dotting on Matthew, trying to get him comfortable. He doubted the boy was here willingly.
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