Captivity (RusAme) #WATTYS2018

Chapter 1

"Good morning, my dear subject." Alfred heard. He was awake now. He was wearing what he was wearing when he first came. His jacket was ripped. When he was fully conscious he understood that he was tied to a chair. Right infront of him was his enemy of all. Ivan Braginsky.
"What the hell, dude?!" Alfred yelled. He most probably had his slang even in the most dangerous situations. Ivan smirked. He was so unexperienced. He probably wasn't aware that he was gonna get tortured. He struggled.
"Well, you see. We are in a room. You are tied. I can do anything I want to, right now. But you can struggle, again and again. And you won't be able to escape. You probably don't even know what I'm gonna do to you." He looked at him over him shoulder.
"Shut the fuck up! You disgust me!" He screamed.
He came closer to him and ran his finger on Alfred's thigh. Alfred shook his thigh in response. Ivan frowned. "Don't touch me!" he yelled. Ivan grinned.
"So pure. We'll see who's gonna touch who when I'm done with you."
Ivan drew Alfred's sleeve up and Alfred struggled. Ivan took hold of the drug. Alfred screamed. "Don't!" Ivan was so amused. He took hold of the drug and placed it upon Alfred's wrist. "If you want it to hurt more, keep struggling."
When Alfred finally gave up struggling, he pushed his head backwards and closed his eyes. Ivan injected the drug.
Alfred thought he was about to die. When he opened his eyes, the colours were almost mixed with each other. Ivan's laughter was echoing in his ear. He looked at him. He probably was in some kind of trance. He could barely understand what Ivan was saying.
Ivan took a heated metal and went next to the American. Alfred wasn't aware. "Scream." said Ivan, grinning. Alfred looked at Ivan. "What are you going to do to me?!" he yelled.
Ivan pressed the metal on Alfred's stomach, making him scream in pain. He kept pressing the metal on Alfred, making him scream that his voice started to crack everytime he screamed. He eyed the Russian. He was laughing at his pain. He hated him with all of his being.
"Please..Ivan..stop it.." he murmured. Ivan bit his lip. USA, the strongest country in the world, was begging for him. Ready to do whatever he says. He looked at the nation who seemed to be tired. His eyes were twitching.
"Alright, take him to the room." He yelled. The soldiers came in and untied Alfred. He was in pain. The drug was still affecting his sight. He was taken to his room. He fell on the bed and glared at the ceilling.
He took his jacket off, it was so ripped that there was no use anymore. He undid his shirt's buttons and saw the burnt scars. He touched one scar and suddenly he saw Ivan's laughing face. He saw cutscenes of his torture.
His glasses were filled with tears. He took them off as well. He was crying. "Please don't hurt me..Please.." he murmured. He was so scared. "I want Arhur...please take me back to Arthur..." he screamed. He cried so bad that he was tired. His voice turned into a whisper. "Arthur..." He curled into ball and slept.
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Ivan looked at the ceilling.
"So beautiful, so perfect, so good..." he was talking to himself.
Natalia and Katyusha sat there listening to him for 2 hours.
"So pathetic, so idiotic, so useless.."
Katyusha looked at Natalia. "I'm so concerned about him.." she whispered.
"So awesome, so god-like, so touchable..."
Natalia looked at her. "Yes.."
"So disgusting, so annoying, so irritating.."
"I don't even think he knows what he's saying.."
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  Arthur kept looking at his folders. "I can't find anything!" He yelled. He looked at the French, at the doorway with a cup of coffee. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Angleterre.."
Francis came next to him. He was trying his best. He put the coffee on the table. And stared at him. "We will find him.." he meekly smiled. Arthur took the coffee.
"Thanks, frog." He never thought he would say that. He looked at him. "I'm going home. Au revoir." he shouted. He opened the door when a voice stopped him.
"Hey Francis..Thank you for helping me in this. We aren't usually this kind with each other. I know you are trying to help me. Goodnight. Now, go to hell." He smiled. Francis saw still shocked that Arthur called him by his first name. When his shock went away, he smiled as well.
"Goodnight, Arthur."