Request (GerAme): Cell Doors (From FanFiction)

Chapter 1

EDIT: This is a reuploaded version of this story. Originaly, it was meant to be on FanFiction, but it got deleted and so, I decided to upload it here. You bastards better enjoy, I wasn't able to upload a whole month and I was angry and didn't reread the rules and guidelines in that time, cause I decided to take a break. Now I'm finally back in, er, “business”(?) and I hope you'll give me some requests, not only here but also at FanFiction.com. Have a good day.

Veeeeeeee~!

It's a request. For Cyclopes97

Hope you like it!

Sorry, because it took so long. I had trouble keeping America in character. And I failed. I think. Another thing I failed was how 2p!Germany is speaking in this. You know, Zis instead if this and vhat instead of what. And fagina instead of... no, I'm just kidding about that one XD

Right, but I'll just put a warning here: NON-CON~! Uhhhh! (That means rape), yaoi, smut, omg, and I think it's called S&M, or something? I dunno, I seriously don't. But let's just say that there is much in here that is MA-rated for a reason. And then, there's violence, cause it's in the 1940's. WWII in a brutal way, Muwewewe...

Enjoy, Bella~!

Alfred opened his eyes when the cell door opened. He blinked at the sharp light coming from the hallway. Was he already back? America looked to the side to avoid eye-contact. He heard steps, slowly closing up on him. They stopped right in front of him, but he still didn't look. He knew who it was and he knew why he was here. That guy had been doing this for quite a while now. Probably hours. Maybe already days. It would depend on how long Alfred had been there. But he had lost all sense of time since they locked him inside that cell and tied him to that chair. Even his ankles were tied to that stupid chair. He was helpless and alone. Alone. In the hands of the enemy.

Alfred broke out of his thoughts, when a hand gently grabbed his chin and moved his head. He didn't struggle. It would be waste of energy, anyway. He faced the other guy, the German guy. He had kneeled down to get on eye-height with America.

“Changed your mind yet, American?” the German said, his voice just as cold as his eyes. Alfred just kept quiet. He would never tell them. Especially not this guy. In five tensed minutes, they just stared at each other, glaring coldly and hating at each other. Finally, the German stood up as he let go of Alfred's chin. He stood in front of America and glared down at him. Then he smirked. America just spat on the German's shoe to show how little he would cooperate with this guy.

“I kinda hoped it vouldn't go zis far...” the German said. He raised a hand before slamming it into Alfred's already beaten up face. America groaned and gasped of the pain. The cell was unbelievable cold and the slap was like an explosion of pain spreading on his face. He felt another slap and another one, each one harder than the other. Every time he got hit, he moaned of the pain and little by little, tears and sweat began pressing out. At last, he didn't feel a slap, but a punch in his stomach, that beat all air out of him. He coughed out saliva, he heaved for air. The German kept on pushing his fist deeper and deeper into his belly, squeezing it painfully. Alfred began feeling like he was being choked, he shook his head wildly, he wanted more air. But the German kept on pressing, while observing the American calmly. He smirked when Alfred was almost fainted and removed his fist. America imminently inhaled for oxygen the second he felt the pressure leave his stomach. He coughed as he gasped after air and moaned of pain and exhaustion. He felt a hand grab his hair and pull his face upwards. He glared at the German with hate. He would never ever tell him. The German just smiled at the objection radiating from the American. He leaned forward and faced him only a few inches away.