Tipping Point

Warnings: Slash, Dubcon, and Noncon in later chapters. Yeah, it gets pretty dark.

*A/N Hello! This is my first shot at a multi-chapter fic so I'd love feedback! This is turning out to be much darker than I originally intended... whoops. It's based on Sweden's time of labour at Denmark's house that Finland talks about in their episode. One thing: No I don't think Denmark is a bad person, he's actually fabulous. He just needed to have this personality for the story to work. It's a work in progress! Sorry if updates are slow, I promise I won't leave this unfinished. I use human names which are listed below. Enjoy!*

Berwald - Sweden

Mathias - Denmark

Tino - Finland

Lukas - Norway

Prologue

Two exhausted men collapsed side by side onto a mattress. The both panted as sweat rolled off their toned chests and their heartbeats began to reestablish a steady pace. Their bodies mirrored each other but their faces were what provided the contrast. One's expression was tense and unsettling, the other's was satisfied and proud. The second man spoke with a mocking chuckle "Getting loose aren't you, Sve?" and smirked as he shuffled out of bed towards the bathroom. His words bounced off his partner, who lay completely still staring at the ceiling and thinking to himself.

This was, to both of them, an unbalanced scale. Berwald had never agreed to this "relationship"; he never had any choice. He was to be a laborer for Mathias, and if his master was ever displeased he was to make up for his faults by pleasuring the Dane. He had never doubted the threats of this task, but was completely shocked the first time he had to go through with it.

It was six years ago. Berwald was overseeing the construction of a Danish ship that later sank, killing everyone on board. His only punishment was to suck Mathias until he was satisfied. Berwald never could have imagined that six years later this punishment would be remembered as "unreasonably generous."

Not only did the sexual consequences grow more and more extreme, but they started coming more often and the reasons were less significant each time. Earlier that day he had dropped a newly cleaned shirt of Mathias's on the ground and was sentenced to take him dry. The scale was unbalanced for a reason: to ensure Mathias stayed on top. The Swede belonged to him, he was his property. And as long as that was true Mathias would remain the king of northern Europe. Berwald heard his tyrant's footsteps growing louder as he was returning from his bathing and was snapped out of his temporary daydream. It was a strict rule that he had to be gone before the Dane returned. He stood, swaying a bit, and hastily put on his robe before limping to the door.

Once in the hallway, having closed the door as silently as possible, he turned to see a smaller fair-haired boy peering out from the neighboring doorway. Tino. He was obviously frightened, holding his white puppy in his trembling arms and taking a deep breath to fuel his barely audible voice. "I- I don't like hearing you yell like that... you're in such pain..." he said before lowering his eyes, embarrassed. Berwald tried not to pause long, aware of how nervous his silence made Tino. Passing the boy, he whispered to him to get some rest, and tried to give him a friendly pat on the shoulder. He used the wall to both guide and support him, not wanting Tino to see he was hurting. But he could feel the boy's large sympathetic eyes burning holes in his back until he turned in to his own room and closed the door behind him.