A Storm of Sunflowers

***Disclaimer:I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this story. It is for pure enjoyment.

***NonCon warning ahead!***


Chapter 4


Alfred followed Toris out of Yao’s chambers and up a small flight of stairs to a landing. There was a large window heavy red curtains facing out to the gardens. Alfred saw Kiku trimming some of the roses and putting them in a flower basket. Toris tapped his shoulder and smiled at him, ushering him to continue following. Alfred noticed there were only two doors on this landing and he was being taken to the left one. Toris knocked on the door and called.

“Lord Ivan, I’ve brought Mr. Alfred as you requested.”

“Ah, yes, send him in.” Toris smiled at him and opened the door for Alfred.

“Good luck.” Toris whispered to him as he closed the door behind him.

Alfred saw Ivan sitting at his desk, a bunch of papers and books spread out in front of him. He was currently writing something and told Alfred to take a seat. Alfred looked around and saw a plush white couch. He walked over and sat down, careful not to get his shoe polish hands all over it. He took time to look around the room while Ivan was finishing some work. There was a tall oak bookshelf with a variety of books, some stone busts of people he didn’t know, a framed world map, some paintings and a large area rug. There were a few green plants here and there but what caught his eye was the tall vase behind Ivan full of fresh cut sunflowers.

Alfred tried to still his trembling hands on his lap as his eyes turned to watch Ivan at his desk. The man worked patiently with a hint of smile on his face. Alfred tried to figure out if the man was just wearing to many clothes for summer or he was fat. Not even fat, maybe just solid or muscular. He had seen guys like around the markets. If that was the case, then Alfred seriously doubted that his man wouldn’t crush him when he decided to dominate him. He was used to Arthur’s thin built much like his own. He had never been held by another man who wasn’t Arthur or his brother.


Something about it made him feel uneasy as he thought about Arthur. He had always figured that one day he and Arthur would end up doing it in the hen house or something. He would be very content with Arthur being his first. Did Arthur feel the same way? He had to have gotten the note already. Was he thinking that Ivan was going to take advantage of Alfred? Was he worried about Alfred surrendering his virginity to a total stranger? Was he betraying Arthur? Did Arthur even care that he was gone? Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he saw Alfred’s departure as a blessing and that thought made his chest ache.

“Something wrong?” Ivan’s voice jutted him from his thoughts.

“Uh…no. I was just thinking…” Ivan smiled and rest back against his chair.

“About what?”

“Well, I was thinking about my home. My home on the farm.” Ivan smiled softly.

“Yes, that’s right. You want to earn money to send back to them, correct?” Alfred nodded.

“That’s correct sir.” Ivan chuckled and studied him, his looking making Alfred feel uneasy.

“You look much better than when I saw you yesterday. Even your bruises have gone down.”

“T-thank you, sir.”

“Now, I did have my wife complaining about you this morning to me at breakfast.” Alfred stood up right away, ready to plead his case.

“It was an accident, sir! I…I didn’t mean to use the wrong bed spray! I have…well I can’t…I mean…” He flushed in embarrassment. “I don’t know how to read and that’s how I picked the wrong spray bottle. Please don’t take me away from this job!” He begged. “I’ll try harder! I promise! Look! I was polishing Lady Yao’s shoes all morning!” He showed him his hands. Ivan just laughed and ushered Alfred to sit down.

“Well he thinks you did it on purpose. I didn’t know you couldn’t read. I should have figured though. Can you write?” Alfred flushed again.

“Well I can write better than I can read…but the only words I know how to spell correctly is my first and last name.” Ivan smiled and took out a piece of paper and quill pen.

“Write it for me.”

Alfred gave him a look of confusion but got up and went over to the desk. He stood in front of it as Ivan pushed the paper and pen towards him. He didn’t know what Ivan wanted out of this but he did as he was told. He opened the jar of ink and gently dipped the quill in, tapping it on the edges. He bent down on his elbows and got very close to the paper as he started writing his name. Alfred could only print, he didn’t know how to do script. Arthur wouldn’t teach him until he learned to properly write print. Alfred finished and handed it to Ivan.

Ivan looked at his name and couldn’t help but chuckle at the form of the letters. It was as if a six year old had written it. But it was very cute in a way. He had never had someone so uneducated before under his roof. Even his servants could read and write. He also noticed that Alfred got very close to the paper as he was writing and he held his pen wrong. If he wanted to keep this boy here with him then he would have to work on educating him. For he knew that Yao would get overly frustrated with him and he couldn’t trust anything nice to happen.

“Your signature needs some work, Alfred.”

“I…I know sir. I could never go to school when I was little. I didn’t even have anyone to teach me. All I knew was work, work, work.”

“Then who taught you how to write your name?”

“My friend back at the farm, Arthur. He knows how to read and write. But I can be really hard to teach and he gets frustrated with me quickly. So I never really got much farther than my name. Does this…displease you, sir?” Alfred folded his hands behind him and looked chest fallen.

“No, actually. Your childish stupidity rather amuses me. It’s refreshing.” Alfred grit his teeth at those words but remembered he had to keep himself calm and not anger Ivan. “I deal with snobby, uptight scholars everyday and they aren’t as all they’re cracked up to be.” Alfred felt a little flutter of surprise at the compliment. “Tell me, Alfred. How would you like to learn to read and write?” Ivan turned his violet eyes on him with a polite smile and Alfred’s words caught in his throat.

“I…that’s…that’s to much for you to do for me, sir! You have already given me enough! I couldn’t accept anything more.”

“But it is a necessary factor in life, learning to read and write. You should know it.”

“I mean…it’s an awful lot but I would do whatever your lordship commands of me.” He would love to surprise Arthur with how well he knows to read and write. Arthur would be proud of him.

“Then I command you to start learning to read and write. One of my advisors and grooms, Eduard, will gladly take up the job. He is at a meeting now in the city square but I will talk to him when he gets back. He’ll work out a schedule for you.”

“Thank you sir! Thank you so much!” He flashed Ivan a smile that brightened up the whole room and he couldn’t help but give a little purr at the sight.

“Alfred, come here.” He patted his lap and Alfred gulped, blushing.

“I…uh…”

“Your shyness is cute. Come here, don’t be afraid.” Ivan pushed his chair out more as Alfred slowly came around the desk to him. “Sit!” He yanked him to sit long ways across his lap. Alfred turned bright red as Ivan wrapped an arm around his waist. “That’s better. Are you comfortable.”

“Y-yes sir…” He wanted to just jump up and rush out of the room but he knew that was foolish.

“You’re shaking like a leaf. Are you pretending to act a virgin for me?” Alfred looked at him, his eyes wide and blush deeper.

“Uh…I uh…uh…I…” Ivan used his other hand to gently lift up Alfred’s pant clad leg, his larger fingers sliding their way down. Alfred let out a ‘squeak’ and his body shivered.

“Are you saying you are a virgin?” Alfred nodded, completely embarrassed.

“Y-yes sir…I am.”

“I find that hard to believe. A poor boy like you? Working all your days in the lowest way of life? Don’t tell me no one has shared your bed.” Alfred gulped and lowered his head, watching as Ivan’s fingers moved closer to his groin.

“L-lord Ivan…I…I have never…never been…penetrated before. I…I’ve done things with men…with my ha-hands and…and my m-mouth. But never was I entered before.” Ivan eyed his suspiciously. Was this boy playing him for a fool? He didn’t like to be told he was wrong.

“I still don’t believe you.”

Alfred wanted to protest but the next thing he knew he was lifted up effortlessly and planted chest first on his desk. Alfred tried to get up but Ivan’s large hand pressed his head back down to the papers. He started to struggle but froze when Ivan’s feet spread his legs wider. He felt Ivan’s growing erection against his backside and he started to panic. Not like this…he didn’t want his first time to be like this, held down over a desk like a common whore. Ivan bent down close to his ear.

“I’ve never had a virgin male before, ever. I will be able to distinguish a difference between on that has been used and one that hasn’t.”

“I’m not lying to you! I swear it!” He held back his tears.

“A beauty like you could not have gone untouched! You easily trust others and your stupidity is your downfall! Don’t play me the fool, Alfred! That angers me and you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry!” Alfred cried out in surprise as his pants and undergarments were pulled down to his knees. He heard Ivan’s belt clinking together and soon felt his large erection pressed against him. Alfred’s eyes widened as he could feel the size of it. It was bigger than Arthur’s by far and it terrorized him. He started to tremble as he could only imagine the pain he was going to be feeling from forced entry. Ivan whispered in his ear again.

“You know, I’m actually kind of excited to find out what you really are! This game is interesting! I can’t wait to find out.” He gripped Alfred’s wrists and made sure his hands were holding onto the desks’ edge. “You’ll want to hold on and grip something regardless.” Ivan chuckled as he took off his glove with his teeth and spit into his hand. He coaxed himself with his saliva before positioning himself against Alfred’s entrance.

‘Arthur…I’m sorry…’ He before bit his lip hard enough to draw his blood, and he did, as Ivan’s large cock started to stretch him. He clenched his eyes shut and tried not to cry out as the pain was becoming more unbearable the further Ivan pushed it. It felt like he was going to split open and he couldn’t hold back his sounds anymore. He gripped the desk and let out a cry of pain. Ivan suddenly paused in his descend, only half way inside. Alfred thought he was going to spare him but he cringed as Ivan’s fingers gripped his hips painfully.

“Well, well, it seems you were right! You are indeed a virgin! Aside from the blood dripping down your thighs your insides are perfectly smooth and your muscles tight.” He purred in his ear. “Aren’t I honored to be your first.” He bit down Alfred’s exposed neck, making him cry out again as he continued pushing inside.

“It hurts!” Alfred cried out but Ivan just ignored him and continued to press further.

“Almost there.” Ivan gave a sudden sharp thrust and impaled himself the rest of the way into Alfred’s protesting body. Alfred let out a shrill cry of pain and let a few tears slip down his cheeks.

“Beautiful.” Ivan said as he stood back up and gripped Alfred’s hair, painfully cocking his head back to look at him. “Open your eyes and look at me. Look at your lord and master.” He said darkly and Alfred did as he was told, looking up at him with those big blue teary eyes. Ivan growled and tightened his grip in Alfred’s hair, twisting it. “You’re mine now, my little sunflower! This face you are making for me right now, will be for my eyes and my eyes ONLY.” He let go of Alfred’s hair and brought his hand to grip tightly at Alfred’s hips. He pulled out a big and quickly thrust back in.

“AHH! PLEASE, IT HURTS!”

“Of course it will the first time! But it will get better the more we do it.” He pulled out further and thrust in again just as hard. “I lay full claim to you, Alfred Jones! From this day forth, you are mine and mine alone!” He pulled out nearly all the way and thrust back in, making Alfred’s teeth bite together. “You know, even my wife wasn’t a virgin when we were wed! Isn’t that ironic?”

“P-please…” Alfred whimpered but Ivan wouldn’t hear any more from him and angling Alfred’s hips a bit more he set a strong, fast pace.

Alfred cried out painfully as each thrust seen to tear and rip at his insides with every movement. His knuckles were white from grasping the desk so tight and his legs felt like they were going to give out on him. He knew better than to ask him to ‘please stop’, knowing it wouldn’t do any good and only succeed in making him angry. He cried onto the papers as he felt his insides become a bit more lax and accepting of Ivan’s girth. There was still nothing pleasurable he was feeling and he wasn’t making the sweet sounds like Feliciano was making last night. This was just pure, white, uncomfortable pain the racked his entire body. Ivan was soon pounding so fast and hard into him that it was hard to catch his breath between thrusts.

Suddenly Ivan pulled out and Alfred thought it was over but he was wrong. Instead, Ivan lifted him up again and tossed him onto the floor to his left. In a flash his shirt and pants were torn straight from his body so he was now lying naked on the cold floor. Before he could figure out what happened he was crushed by Ivan’s weight. The large man pushed his legs apart and positioned himself again before sliding back in. His cock went in much easier this time but it was still filling him to the point where he felt he would break.

“I want to see your face. I haven’t been so turned on like this in a long time and I promise I will make you cum even if it takes all day!” Alfred’s eyes widened at that as he saw the dangerous truth in Ivan’s violet eyes. His massive form loomed over him and he entwined his fingers with Alfred’s before capturing his lips in a kiss and start back to thrusting. Alfred’s mind was overloaded with painful sensations as Ivan’s tongue penetrated his mouth. Everything about this man was bigger than Arthur even his tongue seemed to fill up his whole mouth. Ivan’s movements were still painfully hard but his kiss was actually sending little tremors of pleasure through his body. He couldn’t help but let his tongue meet shyly with his as he gripped Ivan’s hands tightly. Ivan moaned into his mouth and suddenly shifted his hips and angled himself and he gave a strong thrust.

Alfred’s eyes flew open in surprise as he tore his mouth away from Ivan’s to give a shocked cry of not pain this time but pleasure. Ivan had hit something inside of him that sent shockwaves all over his body. Ivan chuckled darkly and kept up his rough, stead pace of nailing that sweet spot head on. Alfred still felt the pain mixed with the pleasure but it didn’t stop him from voicing the strange but sensual feelings from their coupling. Ivan had now wrapped his arms underneath Alfred’s shoulders, lifting him slightly almost as in an embrace. Alfred had to wrap his arms tightly around Ivan’s wide back to keep from being pushed forward.

“Cum for me…my little sunflower! You have become one with me…now let your pleasure be known.” Ivan bit down on the other side of his neck and kept thrusting until Alfred felt the familiar build up of an orgasm. Alfred cried out at the pain from his neck and let his tears freely fall as he pictured Arthur in his mind before arching his back and letting out a strangled wail as he climaxed.

“That face is mine!” Ivan claimed with a growl and with the duel sensation of Alfred’s pleasure filled face and the cry of his voice Ivan emptied himself inside of him. He stilled his body and moaned as he made sure Alfred was filled to the brink with his essence. Ivan smirked as he felt his juices pooling out around his member. He loomed above Alfred’s frail, panting frame as he came down from his sex induced high. His eyes were clouded over with pleasure and confusion. His cheeks stained with tears of pain and pleasure, his lips swollen from Ivan’s heavy kisses. Even his hair, which was slick with sweat clung to spaces on his face. And that blush that striped his cheeks was just gorgeous and Ivan had made that. Grinning, he reached up on his desk and felt around for his letter opener. He found the hilt and brought it down, placing the blade at Alfred’s throat.

“W-…wh….” Alfred trembled, still in shock, fear, and afterglow. Ivan’s purple eyes bore into his and Alfred felt almost hypnotized by their shade.

“You are my virgin. From this day forward, you are mine and mine alone. No one shall ever be allowed to touch you like I do. No one better hear your pleasured cries or see the arching of your back.” He pressed the blade harder against his neck, making Alfred wince. “And you shall only spread your legs for me, whenever I say or wherever I say. Should any man touch you then will be quickly dealt with and their heads will be impaled on a spike in the town square. You are mine to do with as I see fit. Do you understand me?” Alfred’s eyes and body trembled with fear as he took in Ivan’s words.

“B-but..y—your wife…”

“Who I bed and fool around with is none of his concern. To keep things level, you will continue to serve the Lady Yao. But before I remove this blade, I want to hear you say that you are mine. Say it, Alfred.”

“I-I’m…y-yours. I’m yours…s-sir.”

“Who’s going to fuck you like this?”

“Y-you are..sir.”

“And who else?”

“Nobody…sir.” Ivan smiled and pat his cheek before bringing the blade away from his thin neck. Alfred hissed as Ivan pulled out him with a sticky ‘pop’. He let out a breath of relief as the pressure was finally removed from his
body, only to be replaced with fingers. Alfred gasped slightly and lifted himself up on his elbows to see what Ivan was doing.

“Relax, little sunflower. I just wanted to feel what I did to you.” He pulled back his hand to see the pinkish white sticking between his fingers. Alfred blushed at the sight, knowing that it was Ivan’s cum and his blood. “Such a pretty tint of pink, just like the one across your face.” Ivan licked at a pink droplet, never taking his eyes off of Alfred’s blue ones. “You are truly beautiful, Alfred Jones. I am honored and thrilled to have claimed you as my own.” He stood up and rang a hand bell that was on his desk. “TORIS!” Alfred didn’t want Toris to see him like this so he tried to gather up his ripped clothes. It was extremely difficult due to the immense pain in his ass and lower back, even his thighs! Toris came in right away.

“Yes sir? What do you ne- OH!” Toris quickly turned his head from the sight of Alfred’s nakedness to give him a bit of decency.

“Toris, please call Feliciano to care for dear Alfred.” He said as he finished buckling his pants. “He will need a lot of rest and an herb bath.” Toris had a slight flush himself.

“Um…Feliciano is out shopping with Yao.” Ivan raised an eyebrow but nodded.

“Oh yes, I remember him telling me this morning. Take him to Felik then, he can fix him up.” Ivan looked at Alfred with an amused smirk as the boy was trying to stand but kept stumbling and leaking everywhere. Alfred blushed angrily at his weak body but just couldn’t make himself stand. Luckily, Toris came into the room and helped lift him up from the floor, throwing an arm over his shoulder.

“I’ll see that he is taken care of, Lord Ivan.” Ivan smiled.

“I know I can count on you. I’ll check in on you soon, Alfred.”

“B-bye sir.” Alfred managed to breathe out as Toris practically carried him from the room. Once they were out the door Toris helped Alfred put on his torn pants and shirt before continuing to Felik’s chambers.

Feliks was singing a merry tune as he was stitching together a new outfit for Lord Yao. The man never once stopped asking for more and more clothes but that was okay, since it meant Feliks would always be in a job. He brought his tune down to a friendly whistle when he heard a knock at the door. He paused in his sewing.

“Yeah, like, who is it?”

“Toris. Open the door for me please?” Feliks sighed and put down his sewing
to go and opened the door for Toris.

“What is –“ he stopped when he saw Alfred, shivering and panting, barely able to stand. “Who is that?”

“This is the new hire, Alfred. Remember I told you he was assigned to Yao?”

“Oh yeah! Yeah…so like, what happened to him. Wait, let me guess. Ivan?” Toris nodded.

“He hasn’t spoken since we left the room. Feliciano is out with Yao today or else I would have gotten him to help.” Feliks, pouted at Toris words.

“So I’m like, second best to Feli when it comes to taking care of people? Whatever, bring him inside and put him on the bed.” Toris did so and Feliks undress him before covering him up.

“I’ll go get some warm water from the kitchen for him.” Toris offered and Felik’s nodded, looking him over.

“And some cold water too. It looks like he’s developed a fever.”

“A fever? So quickly.”

“Well this is like, the guy that came from the farm or something, right?” Toris nodded. “I can tell how malnourished he is and like, having to deal with Ivan doesn’t help ones health. Well go on, go get the waters already!” Toris nodded and left the room. Feliks took Alfred’s torn clothes and sighed as they would clearly have to be mended. Alfred whimpered and writhed on the bed as the fever spread through his body. Feliks went over to him and felt his forehead. “Poor guy…”

Toris soon came back with two bowls balanced in one arm and two pitches in the other. When Feliks asked him why he didn’t have help bringing them up Toris replied with wanting to keep what little dignity Alfred had left. He didn’t need an audience. Feliks agreed and took the bowls from Toris head and placed them on one of his sewing tables. He poured out both pitchers and took some spare fabric pieces he had. He wrung out the cold water first and folded it before placing it on Alfred’s forehead.

“You don’t have to stay here, Toris, if you have work to do. I can like, handle this. I’m just going to clean him up and get some better clothes on him.”

“Okay, I’ll send Feliciano up here when he gets back to take over for you.”

“Like, what are you going to tell Yao? I doubt Alfred can hide what just happened to him today. Yao will know and then, like, we’ll be scraping another off the courtyard floor.”

“There is no proof that Lord Yao was responsible for that and you know it.” Feliks gave him an amused ‘yeah right’ look and Toris cleared his throat. “I have the upmost confidence in Lord Yao!”

“Whatever. Let me get back to work cleaning him up. I’ll see ya around.”

When Toris left the room Feliks moved to the hot water bowl and soaked the fabric. He pulled the covers down, seeing Alfred’s body shiver at the sudden wave of cold. All his lower area had to be clean and Felik gently lifted one leg and started wiping away all the blood and cum. He didn’t really mind doing it for there were worse things in the world you could be cleaning up. This wasn’t really his job but someone had to do it. Poor Feliciano was out shopping with Yao and balancing about ten boxes by now. Feliks chuckled at the mental image as he wiped Alfred’s other leg clean. He rinsed the fabric and went back to the man on the bed. Carefully and gently, he cleaned as much of his backside as he could and still keep Alfred in his comfort level. Once that was done, Felik took one of his many long sleeping shirts, a button up one, to make it easier to dress Alfred. He whistled a tune as he maneuvered Alfred this way and that to get sleeves on and the fabric under him without waking the poor boy up. Once he was buttoned up, Felik replaced the wet cold cloth with another and covered him up. Without much more to do, he set to mending Alfred’s torn clothes.


Arthur yawned as he stretched in the bed, blinking his eyes opened to the suns strong rays. Strong rays? He usually got up when the sun was still rising! He had slept in and the farm work needed to be done! He sat up quickly with a curse then paused when he saw that he was not in his cabin but still in that pervert Francis’ room. He looked down at himself and seemed to be untouched by the man, so that was good. Arthur searched the room and his eyes fell on Francis’ naked body standing in front of an open window. Arthur nearly gave a yelp of disgusted surprise but instead hollered.

“What the hell are you doing over there?!”

“Enjoying the fresh, summer morning breeze.” Francis said calmly with a smile.

“Are you insane? There are PEOPLE out there who don’t need to be exposed to that in the morning! And what if there are kids out there! Have you no shame?!” Francis laughed.

“There is no shame in accepting what all men have! And if there are children out there, then so what? Let them know what a man is really suppose to look like.”

“That’s horrid! There should be a law against doing what you are doing right now! I wish all my current taxes went to making THAT law!”

“You’re so uptight and there’s no reason to be. And besides, children are not allowed at this manor. It is Ivan’s law. So the only people who are actually seeing my perfect naked body are blushing eager women and jealous, adoring males!”

“Just what mirror are you looking in?” Arthur just couldn’t get over how vain this man was. He heard Frances laugh and Arthur turned around in time to see him closing the window and walking over to him. Arthur immediately
adverted his eyes. “Put some damn pants on!”

“Why? It’s hot today and I don’t have anything you don’t have.”

“It’s just unnecessary!”

“You are a cute one! My pretty little wild mare!”

“Listen here ba- wait, why am I a mare?” Arthur narrowed his eyes and Frances didn’t answer.

“I have to get to the kitchen, I’m already a bit late. Dinner preparations start early.” Arthur watched as Francis dressed into his very colorful chef wear. “You best get ready too. I laid some clothes out for you. Once I’m done in the kitchen we’ll tour the manor.”

Arthur did want to get dressed, feeling exposed enough already. He hurried over to the pile of clothes on the chair and slipped the undergarments on quickly before putting on the pants. Once he felt protected from Francis’ perverted eyes he slipped on the green tunic and buttoned it up.

“Ah! You look lovely! I chose the right shade of green!” Francis grinned and Arthur flushed slightly, stepping into the black boots.

“I’m ready to go when you are. And I want to see Alfred!”

“During the tour I will take you see him, no worries. So as to not draw attention, you should take my arm and walk with me. That why everyone will know you are with me and not a ‘thief’.” Arthur growled at him but knew he
was right. He had to remember that seeing Alfred was more important and Frances could take him to him. Biting his tongue, Arthur went over to Frances and took his arm, glaring at him. “Why do you look at me so? A smile suits you so much better.”

“I’ll smile when I have something worth smiling about.” He looked at Francis who had a mischievous grin on his face.

“I can help you there!”

His answer came in the form of a loud ‘slap’ that once again echoed through the halls.


End Chapter 4 TBC