Close Your Eyes and Think of England

Title:  (1/1) Close Your Eyes and Think of England*

Author: Arukas

Series: Axis Powers Hetalia

Pairing: Japan/America, ?/America

Summary: America does not want to hurt his states, his people, or his lover: England; so he has developed a system of half-truths and hidden facts to try to protect them from himself.  Based on a song by The Clarks, America’s educational system, and OKFan’s request.

Warnings for this chapter: oneshot, m/m yaoi gay etc., unprotected sex, toys, large insertions, humiliation, cosplay, noncon(?), hurt/comfort, BDSM, bondage, little bit of ball torture... I think that’s everything…

Rating for this chapter: NC-17

Background: I love the music group “The Clarks” and ever since I got into the series of Hetalia, I can’t help but pair the song “Think of England” to the characters.  This is more of a “fic inspired by a song” rather than a “songfic.”  If you are interested, lyrics can be found here (http://www.clarksonline.com/words/lig.html#9) and you can listen to it here (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xzUz2LLZ9iI).  Also, as an Elementary Education student, I have spent countless hours discussing America’s education system so that much is based on facts.

Word Count: 4,384



***EARLIER***

“Ah!  These scores are still way to low for a hero to have!”  America ruffled through a stack of papers before pulling out a couple graphs to narrow his eyes at.  “I just don’t get it.  Japan, how are your scores always the highest?”  He threw the papers down and leaned back on his hands.  His back was starting to cramp from being hunched over Japan’s table all day.

Kiku looked up from his own work.  He had offered to help try to improve America’s international average, but mostly it has just been Alfred repeating those same two things.  “Just as I said before, maybe try to actually finish writing a lesson plan.  You leave too much out.”

Blue eyes grew wide in shock.  “But, Japan!”  During formal matters he always made sure to use formal names.  It’s a hero thing, you wouldn’t understand.  America pulled out one of his 51 books on standards as well as a lesson plan from that area.  “It matches the standards to a T!  It’s perfect!  I’m even paying my teachers now based on how gooder their kids are to others and still the grades suck!”

“Gooder isn’t a word.”

“That has nothing to do with this!”

Japan facepalmed.  ‘That has everything to do with this,’ he thought to himself.  “America-san…  First let’s start with one set of standards.”  He held up a hand when Alfred tried to protest that the states had a right to govern themselves, including what was taught.  “You need regulation.  They can still have sub-standards, but you need a core set.  And, once more, finish the lesson plans.”

Full lips formed a pout.  “They are finished.  I just… I can’t…  The kids are just too young to know about this stuff, ya know?”  Alfred smiled sweetly to Kiku.  “You understand, right?”

Expressionless, Kiku replied, “that’s Germany that tried to hide WWII from his people.  Mine know all about it.  We attacked; we were attacked back; we rebuilt together.”  Japan noticed America flinch at the memory.  He sighed and moved around the table to sit closer to the American.  “How are they going to learn, Alfred?  Are they to learn from your mistakes or from repeating the actions themselves?”

“America,” he replied shortly as he scooted away.  “This is serious business and I’m America until it’s over.”  He continued to try to move away every time Japan tried to move closer until he ended up falling over.  Under his breath he cursed while rubbing the back of his head.  Kiku took advantage of this time to position himself on all fours above Alfred, who promptly looked away when the scar that he created became visible from under the older man’s kimono.

“I am being very serious, America-san.  You asked for my help and I am trying to give it to you.  Everyone gets hurt.  Everyone has scars.  The students know this already, but they don’t know what yours are until you tell them.  Be more honest.”

“I am honest.”

“Who was the first people on your land?”

“Duh, Christopher Columbus and his gang!  Why do you think we have Columbus day?”

Dark eyes looked on the smiling face confusedly.  Surely he doesn’t actually believe that…  “Alright, then tell me about Latin American history.”

“Tch.  Idunno, go ask Mexico.  That’s got nothing to do with me.”

“Try again.  Columbus landed in Latin America and never actually crossed into your present day borders.”

“The Vikings!”

“No.”

“The Canadians!”

“No.”

“Um… Eskimos?”

“No.”

“Oh, duh.  Americans!”

“Closer.”

“Oh, before they were Americans?  The Pilgrims.”  Alfred shifted uncomfortably under the other man’s gaze.  “Idunno…”  He looked away.

“You do know, America-san.  Who was here long before you?”  He listened closely as Alfred mumbled something.  He smiled a bit; at least the young nation was trying now.  “Yes, the Native Americans.  Was that so hard?  You don’t have to bring up how they were lead on death marches or killed off accidentally by foreign diseases, but at least give them the courtesy of acknowledgement of an existence besides being party guests.  Next question.  Where’s the scar I gave you?”

America’s breath caught in his throat as Kiku started to rub at his right foot.  Only three people knew about that, and two of them were in this room.  Moisture started to gather at his eyes as the suppressed memories fought their way to the surface.  Planes crashing.  Ships sinking.  People running, screaming.  Utter chaos.  Living bodies trapped beneath the water – not living for long.  2,403 lives lost in the final count.  Then the retaliation.  Skin melting.  Cities wiped out.  Citizens in the thousands dieing: some instantaneously, some later from the atoms ripping through, and some longer yet from radiation and cancer.  Almost 100 times as much death.  Why wasn’t this hurting Japan as much as it hurt him?  Then, as is Japan heard his thoughts-

“It hurts me, too.”  He sat back and placed a hand over the scar from the atomic bombings.  “But I let it out.  To not fall prey to emotion is virtue held in high regard amongst Japanese men, but to hold it in for too long will only lead to failure.  There is blood to talk about*, though you don’t have to be graphic.  This goes for other areas besides history, Alfred…”

***PRESENT***

And that’s how it began.  It started with teaching, moved into history, and ended in sex.  A lot of sex.  On numerous occasions.  Yes, Alfred felt horrible about cheating on Arthur, but not nearly as bad as he felt at the thought of Arthur leaving him because of his need to be dominated and humiliated.  Or maybe it was a twisted way to let Kiku have his revenge for what happened during WWII.  Maybe it was both?  Blue eyes closed tightly in pain.  All this thinking and rationalizing was giving the American a headache.

He was knelt down on the cold floor, wearing a red, white, and blue maids outfit.  Extra padding was added to the hips to make him appear more feminine, as well as makeup on his face to soften his features and accentuate the eyes.  The cold of the room had his nipples harden and more sensitive as they rubbed against the thin fabric over his chest.  And the frills along the bottom did nothing to cover his erection.  He blushed just thinking about it.  Kiku would never stand for him to touch it, but made sure to use a vibrator set just high enough to tease at his prostate to keep it up.  At times, the Japanese man used mental bondage instead of his infamous ropes.  Alfred had to will himself to keep still in the positions that he was placed in.  Though the collar did help.  It was connected to a chain just long enough to let him reach the near by bed or to sit on the floor.  When he moved out of position, Kiku would simply just push at him to the chain’s limit so that breathing would start to become difficult.

“A reminder of your place,” Japan had said.  “You’re not allowed to go anywhere that I do not will.”

Sounded just like the old Arthur from long ago.  Alfred ached at the thought.  He hated being so trapped and controlled by the Brit, but only recently had he realized that he secretly loved it as well.  But how could he ever admit that?  After the Revolutionary War and making Arthur cry like that, how could he admit that he wanted to revisit those old days of having commands barked at him and restraints on this and that put into place.

Japan could (and has) helped.  Speaking of which- he was coming out from his cosplay wardrobe himself now.  He was in one of America’s favorite costumes: England.  The two’s body types are different, so Japan can’t get away with the more revealing English costumes.  But he appeared the spitting image of England in his military suit, right down to the fake bushy eyebrows and green colored contacts.  The only thing that gave him away was his voice.  His boots clicked on the floor as he approached the blonde on the floor.  He bent down in front of his captive and pulled off the square glasses.  “Close your eyes and think of England.  You won’t regret it*.”

He had brought a phone along with him, but it was set off to the side, along with the glasses, for now.  He unzipped his pants and pulled out his vital regions, giving it a few strokes to get it to complete hardness.  “Are you hungry, Alfred?”

“…”

Kiku grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and pulled it backwards.  “I asked, are you hungry?”

“Yes, Sir!” the American cried out in pain.  His fingers twitched, but he fought the urge to grab at the fingers twisted in his hair.  “I am hungry, Sir, please feed me!”

“You would be, you fat lard.”  The Japanese man sneered just like England.  “Probably want some of those disgusting burgers.  But while you’re serving me, you’ll be enjoying a different type of protein.”  He released the American’s hair and pointed down at his cock.  “Better get to it before I change my mind about feeding you, wanker.”

Alfred quickly wrapped his lips around Kiku’s erection.  He bobbed his head quickly to try and create as much friction as he could along the member.  Curling his lips over his teeth, he added more pressure to the underside of the cock slipping in and out of his mouth.  When he looked up he moaned at the blurred shape in front of him, causing the cock to slide out with a wet “pop!”

Holding onto Alfred’s head again, Kiku used his other hand to smack his cock against the blonde’s face – alternating between the cheeks.  “Uh uh uh.  Apparently I need to force-feed you again today.”  The older man held tightly onto Alfred with both hands as he proceeded to facefuck the younger roughly.  He smiled wickedly at the sounds of choking and sobbing from around his cock.  Finally, he held the submitted face as tightly to his crouch as he could, hissing between clenched teeth as he shot his cum down the tight throat.

When he was finally released, the American dropped down to all fours as he coughed violently.  His stomach heaved a few times, but he was able to hold back from throwing up.  Sometimes when Kiku was in a really dominating mood he’d force Alfred to lick up anything spilt on the floor, and he just wasn’t up for that right now.  When he had calmed himself down he realized that there was some new items close by.

First thing he noticed was the camera in Kiku’s hands.  He knew the Japanese kept cameras around all over for this kind of stuff, but usually Kiku kept them hidden.  Their was also a blindfold and some lube.  The final item was much larger and brought a blush to Alfred’s cheeks.  It was a series of saw horses lined up end to end in a straight line.  On top of the saw horses was a series of dildos becoming progressively larger, with the smallest being at the end closest to where he was.  The smallest was about the size of a pinky and the largest was the 14” Great American Challenge dildo that he had bragged about to Japan not too long ago.  There were 9 of them in all, the last one just being inside of his reach if he were to strain against the collar.

Kiku pulled at the chain to make Alfred stand up.  He knelt down before him and took some pictures from his new angle.  Setting the camera down, he picked up the telephone.  Alfred looked down at him with worry etched over his usually bubbly face.  The fake English gentleman leaned in closer and ran his tongue up from the scrotum to the tip of the American cock.  He grinned as it throbbed in response.  He flicked the tip of his tongue a couple times along the slit, delicately tasting the precum that was oozing out.  “I think someone needs to know where you are so they don’t worry about you, America-san.”  He dialed the phone and let it ring as Alfred shook his head “no.”  “You better take it quickly before he hears something…”  He quickly engulfed the entire cock before him and sucked at it noisly, even as a voice answered on the other end.

Alfred quickly snatched the phone out of the older’s hand.  “Hey.  Um, yeah.  So like, Japan is still helping me and stuff and… Ah!  Uh…  I need to stay here and… and… um… do stuff.  So, don’t wait up for me.  I’ll be back by morning and we can spend the weekend together, alright?”  Alfred held the phone away from his ear as Arthur yelled at him.  The “Arthur” between his legs was much more pleasant, though almost as noisy.  Then when he was about to loose it, Kiku moved away.  He whimpered quietly as the vibrator was shut off and removed from his ass.  His legs shook a bit as the Japanese man pulled on the chain to make him walk forward towards the line-up of dildos.  “Arthur, I love you,” he sighed into the phone.

Arthur stumbled over his words a bit before he cleared his throat.  “Of course you do, I know that.  Look just… What are you saying?  I thought it wasn’t going to take very long to get some tips from him.”

“I’m saying that tonight I won’t be coming home*.”

Kiku pulled away the telephone and shut it off as England was in midsentence.  He pulled the battery out when it started to ring right after.  The phone was discarded and the blindfold was set in place over the pair of blue eyes.  The bottle of lube was placed in the American’s hand.  “I will allow you to do whatever needs to be done to reach the end, aside from removing the collar.  If you can take each one to the hilt, then I will give my special little slut maid a reward.  And be sure to put on a good show for your master, alright?”  Just to make a point he slapped the skirted ass hard enough to leave a red hand print.  He laughed as he sat down on the bed to enjoy the show.

For the first four, Alfred as able to slide from top to bottom easily.  By the fifth one though, he had to start to use the lube.  He’d slick up the dildo in front of him, then slowly proceed to finger himself to widen his entrance.  Straddling the next dildo, he’d gradually lower himself down – pushing it in inch by inch.  Leisurely the blonde would raise his hips back up until it’d pop out.  Now that he was on the seventh, he was on the last saw horse.  As he poured the lube onto the next the cosplayer spoke up.

“Don’t use that too liberally, you still have a pretty big Challenge coming up.  Hmm, also, I grow bored of this, turn the horse around so I can see your stretched out ass better, poof.”

With the third largest dildo still firmly planted up his ass, Alfred used his knees to help him turn the saw horse around 90 degrees.  He was somewhat thankful, with the newfound slack in the chain.  Leaning forward he tried to give a better view to Kiku.  Smiling to himself, he even rode upon it longer – rocking his hips up and down and moaning wantonly as he stroked himself.

“Heh, as much as I love this new found enthusiasm from a common slut, I will have to consider that your reward instead of what I have planned.  Though I’m sure I could dig out my Bobby Stick for you to ride on instead while I whip you into shape.”  The older man traced his hand up and down his own member, excited by the idea.

Alfred groaned as it slid out.  The next was Russia-sized, the biggest he’s ever been able to take.  It was a lot less intimidating with the blindfold on, but he still had trouble working it in.  By the time he was fully seated he was wanting hard and his backside hurt.  He reached out and touched the bright purple, latex monstrosity in front of him.  The size of it was kind of turning him on… He leaned over and started to lick at it, pouting because it didn’t actually feel, taste, or smell like the real thing.  He was just barely able to slide it into his mouth, teeth scraping at the sides (see, eating all those burgers at once was good for something!).  He tried to get the drool to run down the sides, but it was just too tight of a fit.  His eyes shot open when he couldn’t get back off.  It didn’t help, all he could see was black under the blindfold.  Panic was starting to set in as he struggled to get his jaw to open just slightly wider to get over the mushroom shaped head.  Worst yet, with how he was bent over, he could not pull himself up off the other dildo to give himself more leverage.  Alfred waved his arms madly and tried to scream for Kiku to come help him.

“Didn’t I always say that big mouth of yours was going to get you into trouble, twit?”  Kiku got up and walked over to the struggling blonde.  He removed his jacket and used it to tie the large hands behind the captive’s back.  Next to be removed was his belt, which he doubled over and snapped next to the fake-maid’s ear as a warning.

The American man struggled more wildly to free himself.  His jaw was cramping as he pulled back harder from the bragged about sex toy.  The blindfold was dampening from his tears when CRACK!  The belt licked at his left buttock, right next to the fading handprint.  He struggled more, but the next blow came – this time to the right side.  Blow after blow rain downed upon him, 37 angry red marks decorated his skin before he was finally able to free himself.  Even some blood escaped and welts formed before the bondage master was done.

Gentle hands cupped the tear-streaked face.  “There, I knew you could do it.  You just needed a little motivation.  Now you just have one more before I make you feel really good.  I know you can do it.  You’ve grown up so big, my little America.  And when you listen you get rewarded, right?”  The older man peppered small kisses over the messy looking face.  The make-up that he so expertly applied has started to run from pushing the man so hard.  He wanted greatly to tease him more, but a good master knows when a gentle hand is needed.  He retrieved the bottle of lube that he had given Alfred earlier from where it had fallen on the floor, squeezing out the remainder onto the large paraphernalia.  “Oh no, it appears you used too much lube earlier.  I hope that oral stunt wasn’t in vain then.  Do you think you got enough saliva on there, my stupid boy?”

Alfred shook his head no.  “I was too worried about getting my mouth off of it, Sir.  Please forgive me.  I’m going to try anyways if it pleases you.”

“It does please me.  It pleases me so much, that I’ll even help you.  Aren’t I a kind master?”

“Oh, Arthur!”  SMACK!  Alfred’s head was forced to the side from the blow, his hair disheveled and the maid’s tiara fell to the floor.

“Don’t forget your place, wanker.  Or I’ll just leave you as you are until morning.”

Alfred nodded as he slowly managed to stand up.  He no longer had use of his arms to help with balance, which kinda sucked since he had to stand on his tip-toes to be able to stand high enough above the Challenge to be able to get it in.  Taking in a deep breath he lowered himself down, but was off the mark and instead pushed the dildo backwards.  His calves strained as he stood up higher to try again.  Miss.  The shorter man caught him by the skirt when he started to fall over on this third attempt.  When he straightened back up he felt hands spreading his ass cheeks apart.  The tip was right against the ring of muscle now.  A hand left his burning skin and the dildo moved a bit under him.  He bit his lip as he started to lower himself down more.  He was almost ready to give up when the head finally popped in.  The quick release of pressure caught him off guard and he lost his balance, falling the rest of the way down onto the structure.  Bursts of white hot pain flashed in his compensated vision.  He screamed out in pain.  This was like getting your balls stepped on and fucked by Russia’s pipe all at once.  When he naturally tried to curl into the fetal position, the collar began to choke him.

Have you ever seen Japanese porn where the woman isn’t crying?  Yeah, Kiku hasn’t either.  So he just couldn’t help himself.  All those tears, restraints, vulnerability.  Alfred just looked so fuckable right now.  He pushed the American’s head back down onto his cock, since the other passage was filled to the breaking point at the moment.  Just before he came again, the older man pulled back and jerked off one, two, three more times before spraying his essence onto the paling face.  Sighing contently, he kicked at the modified quick release, making the saw horse drop down quickly from between the American’s legs.

The blonde heaved his chest as he sucked in air as quickly as he could.  Lungs, ass, balls, throat, eyes… everything was burning.  At least this time he had the blindfold to keep the come out of his eyes.  Blindly, he stumbled around for the bed.  A hand touched his back, causing him to jump – it was only Kiku.  He relaxed again as he was led to the bed and allowed to lie down, then hummed in pleasure as the smaller body climbed up onto the bed to join him.

Kiku traced over the welts he created softly before spreading the cheeks apart again.  Leaning over, he placed a kiss against the twitching pucker.  He snickered as the American jumped at the sensation.  “Look at this stretched out hole.  Are you ever going to be satisfied by anything normal sized again?  Maybe you won’t even like anything smaller than a cock any more…”

Alfred moaned loudly as a tongue was trusted into his stretched entrance.  “Uh, no.  I will always love this!  I want whatever you’ll give me, Master.  I have such a slutty ass.  It needs to always be filled!”

The Japanese man pushed some of the wig hairs out of the way as he began to thrust his tongue in and out of the well-used passage.  He smiled to himself, thinking about what England was missing out on.  He rolled his tongue to create a new angle of penetration, eliciting a sexy new moan from the man beneath him.

Suddenly, the door slammed open.  Kiku quickly pulled away from his willing slave.  “What are you doing here?” he demanded angrily.  (Not only had the uninvited guest barged in, but he had left his outside shoes on!  One of the few things to work up a mild-mannered Japanese man).  A fight soon broke out.

Alfred could here the cursing, tumbling, and punches landing behind him.  He struggled to get up, but was having trouble with his arms still tied behind him.  Glass broke, more cursing.  Someone screamed “You broke them!” but the American wasn’t sure which person it was.  He had finally gotten himself up onto his knees when he heard the boots walking back calmly over to him.  ‘Oh good.  Japan took care of it.  How embarrassing for a hero not to be able to help.  At least this stupid costume made for a good disguise and no one will know but us two – HAHA!’  He turned his head to the head and smiled.  “I’m glad you’re ok.  If you untie me now I can help get rid of the body, then we can get back to what we were doing.

“…”

“…Shit.  You’re not Japan… are you?”  He was answered by a thicker cock being shoved into his ass.  Alfred was never so thankful for Japans kinky stretching game as he was at that moment, as the stranger raping him now seemed to have no care about preparing him.  When he tried to struggle a sharp blow of the elbow landed just below his rib cage.  Before he recovered from the pain, he was roughly yanked up by the back of his dress’s collar to sit up right.  The blonde could feel the full length of the body behind him pressed against his back.  The stranger’s hair was tickling at the back of his neck.  Arms wrapped around his waist to help provide balance to the body plunging into him.  Small hands wrapped themselves around his cock.  He hated himself for still being hard, but he was already so close earlier.  Within the next moment, he was there; he cried out in ecstasy as a set of teeth sank into the flesh of his throat.  The walls of his insides convulsed around the evading member, causing ejaculate to spill into him.  He wanted to cry.  What happened to Japan?  Would Arthur hate him if he ever found out?  Why was it so good?  He laid silently on the bed as he felt the cloth being untied from around his hands and eyes.

“Bloody wanker.  Stop going to Japan for help when I could have just done this at home.”

Alfred bolted up and hugged the real Arthur to his chest.  ‘Guess this no longer has to happen when I’m dreaming*.’  “Thank God you’re real.  The stress of this was killing me.  Can we…  Can we do it when we get home?”

“Wanker.”

*Taken directly from the lyrics of “Think of England” by The Clarks.