Forgive Me ~Hetalia~

Chapter 19

•I don't own Hetalia, if I did I wouldn't be writing this.

France smirked and grabbed hold of England's wrist, the Englishman tried to pull away but France had an iron grip on him, England didn't realise how strong he really was, normally England could hold his own against France but he was tired and stressed, taking care of America had taken it's toll on his health.
"What the bloody hell are you doing!?" England shouted as France led him towards the door, declaring war on any that try and stop him.
"You shall see Angleterre" France said, still smirking.
"What's big brother France going to do to England?" Italy asked innocently, his eyes closed like normal. Everyone shared a look in the room, they didn't answer his question. Most of them knew what he was going to do by now and what the others thought was not far off.

France pulled England along the hallway, which was pretty difficult, he was resisting, putting pressure on his heels to try and stop France from moving forward. France stopped at the bathroom and pushed the door open and stepped inside before quickly locking it. He struggled against England, trying to handcuff his hands behind his back, said Englishman cursed loudly.
"What the bloody fuck do you think your doing you absolute wanker!" He shouted as he struggled against France. France finally managed to handcuff England's hands, they were pressed against his back and he wouldn't be able to move them much.
"France! What the hell!" England shouted again, shaking his hands, trying to get free. France smirked and pushed him up against the wall. England's expression turned to one of shock as France started to take off the belt on England's trousers. England kicked France and France pulled England to the ground and rested his knees on England's legs, making his limbs useless. France removed England's trousers, careful not to take pressure off his legs. England looked confused, like he didn't really know what was going on, but he did, his shouts and curses were proof enough.
"Angleterre, you are so noisy!" France said slyly as he stuffed a cloth in England's mouth, England tried to remove it with his tongue but couldn't, it was stuck behind his teeth. France suddenly pulled down England's boxers, the Brit shouted something but France couldn't understand what he had said. France grinned and felt himself harden when he laid eyes on England's member, England blushed and tried to cover himself with his legs but France had them pinned down. France pulled down his trousers and underwear and moved off England's legs, pulling the Brit onto hip lap and thrusting into him quickly. England's scream was muffled, he tried to kick France again but the angle was off. England wouldn't cry. He couldn't. He couldn't give France the satisfaction, even though he felt skin inside him rip and blood pour out of him he would not cry.
"This is what you get for not making that child abort!" France said in between moans. France pulled out and in again until he found England's prostate, turning his muffled screams of pain into ones of unwanted pleasure. England hated this, the effect it had on him. France realised he had hit that spot and thrust there again and again until England's member had hardened, his breathes were ragged, he was so close to the unwanted ecstasy but France wasn't going to let that happen, he took a ring out of his shirt pocket and slid it on England's erect member. Then he took out the gag.
"Don't release Angleterre" France muttered as he thrust into him again, England moaned loudly.
"Fuck...you!" He said in between breathes. France grinned and did it again, enjoying the look of torture on England's face.
"A-ah! Sto-op!" England moaned loudly.
"No" France said simply, thrusting into England's spot again, his face went red and he closed his eyes tightly.
"You'll start hurting down there, you can't release mon petit lapin" France whispered smugly.
"I already do dammit!" England screamed.
"Now you can feel the pain you caused me"
"What...what pain?" England groaned.
"Taking America from me! The French and Indian war! All the other wars! Joan!" France said darkly.
"That's no reason to do this! I wouldn't do this to you! I'm not a perverted freak like you!" England shouted painfully. France looked hurt at this.
"Never think before you speak do you?"
"Not in situations like this is bloody don't!" England muttered painfully.
"Well this is your punishment because I can't win against you!" France said, his voice hurt and still somewhat aroused.
"Just you wait...you won't like being on the receiving end of this" England whimpered, the pain was getting to be too much.
"You are the one that is pinned down and I am not taking the ring off yet, I want you to suffer a bit more" France thrusted a few more times, seeing England's pained face he decided he had let this go on long enough, he slipped off the ring and thrusted again, realising and pulling out, putting his discarded clothes back on and leaving. England realised also, his scream was full of pain. He still wouldn't cry, not because of France. He had too much pride. He moved slowly, it was hard to get up when you couldn't use your hands and pain shot through your body with every move. He shuffled through the door, wincing and cursing softly before reaching the meeting room door, as he was about to try and open it he collapsed, his vision going dark.

So yeah...that fucking happened...I'm sorry about that.
This was created by me and mlphetalialuv so I hoped you've enjoyed it so far! ^_^