Hetalia oneshots

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This I written for leopardgamingbb

Alfred struggled, feeling the pain of the shackles of his hands. He had been locked up in Arthur's basement ever since he lost at his failed rebellion.

How could he loose? How? He hated to have to free himself from England, but now England had turned into something else. It was his fault. He should of shot England right there when he had the chance, now he was an animal trapped in a cage.

"Damn it all..." He mumbled trying to get the cuffs off his bloody wrist.

England unlocked the door to his basement and headed down the winding steps, going to see how his defeated enemy was doing. He had figured out that Alfred was planning a rebellion against him, and when he did attack, he was ready to fight back. Arthur chuckled to himself, so of course he had won the war, he was one of the strongest nations in the world!

As he turned a corner he saw Alfred, his arms hanging above his head and against the wall in the shackles he had put him in. England stepped in front of him and smirked, "How's my little colony doing?"

America got up in England's face, the shackles on his feet and wrist keeping him from getting any closer. He wasn't sure how to feel. He felt mad, England was now treating him like some prisoner, yet he felt remorse. He knew this hurt England... It hurt him to have to tie him up right? One could hope he is doing this out of fear of losing America again and not doing this for power.

America struggled to free himself, not losing eye contact with the Brit. He was pretty bruised up, his left eye was a bit blackened and his body was covered in cuts in bruises, he ignored most of them though. His tattered clothing wasn't helping covering them up. He growled at England, glaring intensely. "Selfish bastard..." America snarled. England continued to smirk and grabbed America's chin, holding his face next to his own.

"My, aren't you looking at your best right now, all beat up and hanging like a weak little prisoner.." he scoffed. England let go of America's chin and lifted his own leg, kicking him back against the wall. England's forest green eyes shone of pain and grief for a moment as he stared at America, realizing what he had just done, but he then narrowed them angrily, remembering that this nation had tried to separate from him. He turned and walked one way around America, then the other, noticing all the bruises and cuts he was basically covered with.

"You might want to stop trying to get out of here, it's only causing for you to get more injuries. You're going to have to be punished for trying to do so now." England murmured flatly before roughly kicking America in his shin, then on the side of his stomach. America fell to the floor by the second harsh kick, coughing roughly and spitting out a bit of blood which he wiped off with his hand. England had been driven off the deep end by his thirst for power, and having as many colonies as possible would make him stronger. That's why he was determined not to let America go.

America daringly looked up at England, seeing his cold dead eyes sending chills throughout his sore body. He sat up against the wall, trying to catch his breath. England smiled menacingly, seeing how weak America really was, he could barely withstand a few kicks.

"I used to think you were scared to loose me, now I see how it really is..." America snarled then coughed again. "You never cared, you just wanted power!" He snapped at England, his eyes growing fierce with hatred. He knew it would break England's heart to be let go but he hadn't thought about what would happen of he lost. He didn't know what defeat was.