AN: I wanna thank everyone's great reviews both on and FFNET, you guys inspired me to at least give this another try. Writer's block was killing mee xp Hopefully this chapter is a good start, a LOT of stuff is about to go down in the next few chapters! It'll all lead to a powerful conclusion, I promise :)

"Anyone home?" Ivan's cruel voice rung out, closing the basement door behind him with a rough slam. He proceeded down the poorly lit stairwell with a flashlight, the small Italian draped limply on his shoulder. "Since you were such an obedient, miserable subject, Ludwig, I've brought you a little present."

Ludwig looked up towards the source of the light, forced to squint as the bright beam remained on his shallow, pale face.

"What have you done to Veneciano?" Ludwig snarled, mustering strength to stand up, eyeing the unconscious body Ivan was toting like a heavy knapsack.

"Nothing that can't be fixed." Ivan smiled sweetly, lowering the Italian into a sitting position in front of the German. "He must awaken soon, though."

Ludwig kneeled to Veneciano's limp body, examining the young man's head. Sifting through the Italian's auburn hair, the German's fingers became damp with blood. "You…you monster…you hit him."Ludwig hissed, gritting his teeth in fury. "Wait….what do you mean he has to be awake soon…for what?"

Ivan laughed aloud, his voice ricocheting throughout the small space, hurting Ludwig's ears. He stared at Veneciano with a sickly sweet regard. "You'll see."

Veneciano stirred slowly in Ludwig's arms, images blurring around him slowly coming into focus. "D-doitsuu?"

Ludwig held him tightly to his chest, hushing him. He winced at the unsightly purple bruise on the young Italian's brow, a cruel reminder of the damage of the Russian's U-Trap pipe etched on his forehead.

Ivan turned to face the two of them. "Can you and Veneciano have a seat on this chair, please?" He flashed the Italian a trusting smile, gesturing to an old sofa that couldn't possibly be worse for wear.

Ludwig stood up hesitantly, helping Veneciano up slowly. He seemed to be alright, but the wound on his head worried the German all too much.

Ludwig's eyes remained locked with Ivan's as he sat on the sofa with the young man. His heart raced inside his chest, the suspense seemed to mount sky high as the Russian deviant sat solemnly, grinning at the two without a word.

"Italian, come over here and have a seat, Ludwig, don't move from your seat, or there will be consequences. I've changed my mind." Ivan murmured, patting his lap. Ludwig's eyes narrowed, disliking his young charge being anywhere but by his side. He sat upon Ivan obediently, suppressing a whimper of fear.

"What will you do to him?" Ludwig's eyes narrowed, a chill reverberating over his body as the Russian's murderous aura took full form.

"Shhh…That's a good boy." Ivan ignored the German, lowering one hand to rub the Italian's chest through his shirt. His gloved hand located Corsica, extending two fingers to pinch and rub his sensitive nipple through the fabric of his shirt. The Italian squirmed slightly, his eyes tightly shut.

"Say something Ivan!" Ludwig hissed, anxiety infecting his ability to think logically.

"I want you to watch…" Ivan paused, his hand dipping beneath the Italian's slacks, closing around the Italian's member, his thumb tracing the slit on top. "…to watch me seduce your ally." Veneciano bit his lip, his cheeks flushing as a low moan escaped through rosy lips.

"And look, Ludwig…" Ivan sneered, removing his hands from the young man's pants, rubbing his moist fingers together in front of the blonde. "He's even wet, how cute."

"You monster…" Ludwig growled, every fiber in his body itching to rip out the Ruski's snide vocal cords. "He's so young, innocent, so n-"

"Ahhhnn.." Veneciano's body leaned into Ivan's frame as the Russian's hand re entered the Italian's pants. Ivan began to pump the young man's heat in frequent strokes, feeling his own cock grow harder as the Italian's backside rubbed against the Ruski's crotch.

"Innocent? He certainly how to get what he wants…" Ivan smirked, pulling his hand away once more, shoving the Italian violently to the floor.

Ludwig let out an animalistic snarl, frozen in spot. He wanted nothing more than to break the Russian's stride of advantage in this devious game, but the threat of consequences rung clear in his mind, and he didn't want to think what would result if he dared to interrupt.

Ivan unbuckled his pants, seating himself on the chair once more. He beckoned Veneciano to approach him, ripping the clothes violently off his tender body, revealing his pulsating cock, slick with transculent pre cum. Gripping the Italian by his hips, he pulled him onto his lap, hovering his body over his large member.

"Mhmmm…I want to violate you, Veneciano..do you know what this means for you?"

"N-nn-no.."

"I'm going to steal your innocence.." Ivan hissed, his voice dripping with lust as the tip of his member traced the outer rim of the Italian's tender entrance, warmth emanating from it. "I want to draw my name from within you, in a sultry moan in that little voice of yours…" Ivan lowered a finger to sample the clear liquid seeping from the tip of his erection. His finger raised to Veneciano's quivering lips, parting them. He sucked on Ivan's finger eagerly, savoring the bitter flavor of the Russian's cock.

Ludwig watched in absolute shock, unable to process what Veneciano was doing. It was clear that under the Russian's suffocating influence, the young man was reacting in a way that only felt natural, needing to satisfy a newly awakened lust. Even the German himself couldn't help but watch the Italian squirm in desperation to release himself from such a lustful feeling, and feel excited as well. He wanted Ivan's hands off the young man, but Veneciano had never looked so vulnerable, or so painfully aroused. It was almost an entrancing sight.

Ivan's breathing hitched as he lowered the Italian onto his erect member, ignoring his cries of protest. He began to thrust within the Italian, his tight, slick entrance canvassing Ivan's cock greedily.

"You naïve little slut..." Ivan snarled, nails digging into Veneciano's soft skin, gripping his waist, forcing him to sheath his swollen heat. His cock began to throb harder as Ivan pounded into the teen's sensitive entrance.

"I bet you like it when I hit your sweet spot, don't you?" the Russian thrusted himself deeper. The Italian bit his lip to stifle his moans of shameful pleasure.

"Don't you?" Ivan retorted, turning Veneciano around to face him, wrapping his slender legs around the Russian's broad waist, his lanky arms around Ivan's neck. He didn't allow his member to enter the Italian just yet. The intense heat emanating from Ivan's cock seemed to tease the teen's entrance, tinged red and begging to be penetrated once more.

"Mhmm.." Veneciano murmured shyly, cheeks flushed a deep red. He wasn't used to feeling so impatient for release, all he could feel was an inner warmth vibrate within him, his member twitching painfully.

Ivan turned his attention to his other subject, the blonde seated on the couch, eyes lowered, focused on the Italian teen with a hungry gaze. His hand leered closely to the front of his pants, attempting to cover the steadily tightening fabric and a slowly developing wet spot.

The Russian shrugged the naked teen off his body, shoving him towards the sofa where he collided with his older ally. Ludwig sat up in alarm, trying to keep a safe distance from Veneciano.

"Since you seem to like to watch when I fuck your comrade senseless, why don't you finish off Veneciano." Ivan resolved with a smile. Veneciano flinched, a sudden touch of discomfort in his lustful eyes.

"W-what?" Ludwig stuttered, appalled at the comment. "You're sick, Braginski. I'm his mentor and ally, and I wouldn't even consider the possibility of any sexual contact!" he shouted, his voice a little louder than intended.

"Your pants say otherwise." Ivan giggled. "I want to see you leave your mark on him. Or inside him actually. " he smirked darkly. "And that was an order, Ludwig."

"B-b…" Ludwig couldn't form words. His thoughts were jumbled, all he could focus on was Veneciano's eyes shut tightly, his breathing labored as he was fucked violently by the Communist country. His tiny voice whimpering with helplessness, but pleading for more and more. All he could see and hear was the Italian's voice quivering, lowering a delicate, once innocent hand to pleasure himself in front of the two men.

"S-stop that, Veneciano…" Ludwig murmured, scolding the young man. "Come here, please."

Veneciano shook his head in refusal, tears filling his eyes. He turned his body to face Ivan, slowly stroking himself, savoring every pulsing sensation from his ministrations.

"The rift that can result from two close allies as friends, forcibly bonded…so wonderfully distressing, da?" Ivan laughed cruelly, his eyes locking with the blonde's icy blues. "Regardless if you think of Veneciano as an ally or son, I've given you orders."

Ludwig turned to the Italian once more, a heavy shame mixing with a slowly awakening arousal. The teen was groaning in frustration, unable to bring himself to climax by his own hand. With little experience, it was no surprise.

"Italia…I can help.." Ludwig couldn't manage to utter the entire sentence. The intent of the comment disgusted him.

Veneciano turned to the blonde, biting his lip as he tried to hide his intense sexual craving. He couldn't think logically, nothing made sense anymore within the confines of the Ruski's basement that day.

Sensing Ivan's growing impatience, Ludwig grabbed Veneciano, pulling him onto his lap. He faced the Italian towards Ivan, unable to meet his gaze. He uttered in a subtle whisper.

"I'm sorry for this, Italia."

Ludwig raised a hand to delicately stroke the smooth skin on the teens shoulders, small kisses left on his back. His tongue trailed down the Italian's back, heated breath causing him to moan feebly, grinding against the rise in Ludwig's lap.

"Mhhnn…Italia.." Ludwig murmured lowly, feeling his loins stir from the friction. His hands found their way to his belt buckle, undoing the clasp clumsily, wiggling his muscular frame out of his slacks underneath the weight of the teen.

Veneciano lifted his backside up, whimpering as he felt an ache succumb to his member, a need to release was growing stronger. Ludwig gritted his teeth, taking hold of the Italian's waist, lowering him onto his twitching groin.

"Ahh…ah." Veneciano blurted, recoiling from the stretching within his passage. He began to move on his own accord, his tight entrance squeezing the blonde's member tenderly as he moved up and down with a seductive rhythm.

Ivan smiled intently, his eyes following the teen's hardening member as it bounced with every motion.

Ludwig began to push himself deeper into the Italian, he felt so starved for the teen's touch against his body, it began to encompass his mind. His thrusts became fierce, pumping his cock into Veneciano's tight hole as far as it would go.

"Aaahnnn…D-doitsu…" Veneciano pleaded in a small voice.

Ludwig stopped moving within the teen reluctantly, suddenly concerned. "Are…are you okay?"

"Nooo..don't stop now, please finish…finish me.." The teen begged, grinding harder on the German's cock, his eyes squeezed shut.

The blonde shuddered from the intense heat building below his navel, entering the teen once more.

"Aaaaaahnn, harder! Mhmm I feel so wet, Doitsu…" Veneciano slurred, lowering two fingers to wipe the warm pre cum from his slit, sucking his fingers lustily.

Ludwig began to move within the teen at a varied pace, feeling himself reach his limits. "I…I'm going to.." he strained, feeling his cock pulse within the teen.

The blonde buried himself in the Italian once more, gripping the teen's waist as hard as he could. His body shuddered in amassed pleasure, pumping hot seed into the teen's tender entrance.

"D-Doitsuuu!" Veneciano moaned loudly, pushing Ludwig's cock as far as it could go as the rushing heat of the German's thick cum coated his insides. He tensed up, his inner walls squeezing the blonde's member, taking in every drop of seed greedily. His chest began to contract, spasms growing in power, it was impossible to hold out.

"Ah! Doitsuu!" Veneciano cried, arching his back, white liquid squirting from his erect member onto his chest and the German's legs underneath him.

The pair shuddered in exhaustion, remaining in an embrace for a moment to catch their breath.

Ivan had already redressed himself during the lascivious act, and seated in front of the two embracing countries, was smiling brightly.

"You two can put on quite the performance. It was quite amusing." Ivan commented, nodding in approval at the pair.

"A…amusing?" Ludwig murmured, separating himself slowly from the Italian, who seemed dazed from the exhausting activity. Cum dribbled from between Veneciano's legs, onto the sofa , pooling in a crevice in the cushions.

"Yes. Amusing." Ivan repeated. "Veneciano, I'm proud of you, you're so subservient, even when your trusted superior and friend manipulates you into things you don't like, da?"

Veneciano whimpered, tears in his eyes.

"This was your idea, who knows what would happen if I hadn't complied with your sick requests!" Ludwig demanded angrily, feeling overwhelming guilt weigh on his conscience.

Did I do this because of Ivan's intimidation?

Or did I use it as an excuse?

…What the hell is happening to me..

Ivan chuckled, beckoning the Italian into his arms. The naked teen moved away from Ludwig, standing next to the Russian's relaxed form, reclined in the chair.

"Do you see what happens when you use power to your advantage, Ludwig?" Ivan rested a gloved hand within his trenchcoat pocket. "You really should try it. It's exhilarating."

Ludwig shut his eyes, balling his hands into fists, clutching them to his forehead. Tears rolled down his cheeks, leaving tiny wet circular impressions on the sofa. As his conscience returned to the present, logic followed suit. And the unbearable truth that he'd violated Veneciano, the one he'd sworn to protect through a bond of trust, was too much to bear. He didn't want to face Ivan, Veneciano, or anyone.

"Say, Veneciano. Do you want to know my favorite part of your little escapade with your older charge?" Ivan inquired.

The Italian nodded slowly at the Russian.

"When you said *Finish me!* in the cutest little voice."

Veneciano nodded again, staring at the floor.

"And, do you want to know something about me?"

Veneciano slowly met Ivan's gaze.

"I never deny a request."

A loud bang reverberated throughout the basement room, stinging the blonde's ears from the harsh sound.

Ludwig looked up in alarm, unable to process what occurred. Unable to see, unable to breathe, unable to form words.

Ivan sat triumphantly upon his chair, fondling a bronze revolver against his chest.

Veneciano was slumped on the floor, his head a bloodied mess. Sputum mottled the floor, a suffocating odor of blood flooded the room.

Ivan only smiled.