Shadow: Hahahaha~! The end! Thanks for sticking it out you guys :3 Everything is laid to peace here. (And questions as to who is in the car with Russia at the end, that's left for speculation)

Mongolia was on his knees in the dirt. His breathing was ragged and he was covered in battle wounds, wounds that would some day join his collection of scars. The day had finally come. He'd been dreading this day for the past couple hundred years and it had finally arrived. Russia had surpassed him. He'd won.

Russia towered over the other, looking down with a stoic face. He raised a boot and pressed it on Mongolian Empire's back, pushing him further into the dirt. "You look pathetic." Good.

"What, no speech?" Mongolia snarked, "You could've at least come up with something more original."

"I don't need to." Russia kicked the former empire into the dirt. He moved behind the other and looked over him. "I think you deserve something I've been taking for over two hundred years..." He leaned down and shoved Mongolia further into the mud and dirt, pushing his arms above his head, making it obvious what he was going to do.

Mongolia gritted his teeth. He wasn't scared of this brat. "The fuck you think you're doing? Thought you were better than this." Mongolia struggled against Russia's hold. He didn't want to admit it, but Russia had grown up. He was a big country now, one that could easily survive on his own. Mongolia, on the other hand, had grown weak, and he was going to be punished for centuries of wrongdoings.

"You brought this upon yourself," Russia growled, yanking Mongolia's pants down. "What you did to me hundreds of times over the years, I'm going to do to you once."

Mongolia could feel the cool of the air against his ass and panic slowly started to prickle throughout his system. He began struggling more than before, getting his hands free and somehow managing to kick Russia in the gut, stunning the brat for a moment. He pulled up his pants and crawled forward a few feet. "But why do you feel it necessary to rape me? Why not get someone else to do it? I'm sure they'd let you watch." He taunted.

Russia grunted in pain and quickly pinned the other once more. "Not nearly as satisfying... Though I might let my soldiers do what they want with you when I'm done..." He undid his pants and worked himself to erection, yanking Mongolia's pants down once more and pressing his tip against the unstretched hole.

When Mongolia felt the tip of that familiar dick in a very unfamiliar place, his thoughts scattered everywhere as drops of icy cold fear ran down his back, making him shiver. He twisted his head around to see what the hell was going on, even though it was blatantly obvious. Russia was going to take him, and take him dry. He would bleed, he was sure, but, if Russia followed through with his 'soldiers threat,' then at least his blood would provide him with a sort of lubricant for what was to come.

Russia shoved himself inside the former empire, grunting softly. He could only get about halfway in before Mongolia's tight insides forced him to pause and let him adjust before he could go any further.

Mongolia contained a pained cry as his virgin hole was brutalized. He'd never had anything inside there, and he could feel the sharp sting of his insides being torn by Russia's throbbing member. He buried his face into his forearms and gasped and panted into them, trying to relax as much as possible so maybe it wouldn't hurt as bad.

Russia snorted, biting back a moan. He didn't want to make this about pleasure. It was about power and dominance. "A virgin? I wouldn't think that about you..." Russia had figured Mongolia wasn't a virgin in either sense...

Mongolia spat out a bark of mocking laughter. "You should know better than anyone-ah, shit!-that I'm not a virgin. Just cause I've never been topped...don't make me a virgin..." He grit his teeth and screwed up his face with pain.

"Fine then, let me correct myself," Russia growled, shoving himself in the rest of the way forcefully. He gave Mongolia a harsh smack on the ass. "Ass virgin."

"Nnn-AH! A-And what's so wrong with that? Wh-What, y-you proud not to be an a-ah, ah, Ahh~ a-ass virgin?" Mongolia tried his damnedest to not cry out, he really did. But when he felt Russia's full length press inside of him and hit that spot with such force...he didn't even know he was hard until he came prematurely. His chest heaved with post-coital dissatisfaction. Of course, just because he shot his first load that didn't mean Russia was anywhere near done yet.

"No. It just makes it even more painful for you," Russia snorted, beginning to move roughly, reaching forward to dig his hand through Mongolia's thick locks of dark, slightly curly hair. He used his hair for leverage, fucking him hard. He noticed Mongolia had reached an orgasm and growled. "You really are fucked up."

Mongolia gasped and cursed in his native tongue as his head was yanked back at an unnatural angle. Somehow, he was able to get out what he wanted to say through all the grunts and groans. "Shut up...I haven't been touched in months after ha-haaaving had sex ev-everyday for o-over 200 years. It's ju-just a c-conditioned respon...fu~uck!"

Russia snorted indignantly but didn't say anything else. He shoved Mongolia's face into the dirt to shut him up. "Eat snow and dirt, slut." Not as good as shit, but it would do for now. Besides, it was about humiliating Mongolia for the two hundred years he had been humiliated. This was entirely justified.

Mongolia didn't dare open his mouth. For one, he didn't want mud in his mouth. He clamped his mouth shut and didn't let even the slightest whimper escape his throat. If Russia wanted to hear him cry out, he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction, no matter how much pain he was in, or how much blood he felt pooling inside his ass.

Russia began rutting into the other rougher, making sure to purposefully miss Mongolia's sweet spot, just to make it more painful for him.

Mongolia shifted his hips until he got Russia pounding into him at that perfect angle. He wasn't about to let just lie there and do what Russia said. "Fuck, Russia, finish up already!"

Russia changed up his angle once more, making sure to sporadically hit different places other than Mongolia's prostate. "Shut up and take it like a bitch," he growled, shoving Mongolia's face into the dirt and mud again, hoping his mouth had been open. Russia growled, feeling close to his end, and slowed down to prolong his climax.

Mongolia shut his eyes as tightly as he could as his face was shoved into the ground. He couldn't talk back without getting a mouthful of mud in his mouth, and he wasn't going to give Russia that satisfaction.

Russia grunted and shuddered, thoroughly fucking Mongolia into the muddy snow. He shuddered, holding back to try and make it so that he lasted longer. He wanted this to last as long as possible- to humiliate the other as much as possible.

Mongolia could sense that Russia was close. The younger nation's movements were becoming more for the boy's pleasure and less for Mongolia's pain. He smirked and clenched the muscles in his ass, trying to bring the younger nation to his peak. Mongolia could feel that his dick had gone hard again, the sensitive tip brushing against the ground, sending faint quivers of pleasure through his system.

Russia gasped slightly, feeling himself about to bust. He pulled out quickly, saving him from cumming prematurely. He groaned, gritting his teeth as the cold air surrounded his dick. He pushed himself back in, easily finding a rhythm again. He wasn't going to let this stop anytime soon.

"What? Can't last more than a few minutes before you need to come? Pervert..." Mongolia looked back at Russia. Even though he'd lost in the battle, Russia wasn't about to defeat him in sex. He had a long way to go before he'd admit defeat.

"I said shut up," Russia growled, eyes narrowing down to angry little amethyst slits. He made sure to pummel hard into the former empire's ass, purposefully missing his prostate to make sure he would be nice and tender for the next few days because of it.

"Why should I listen to you?" He choked out. He was grunting and groaning every time Russia pounded into him. He wouldn't be able to move from his bed for a while. He shifted his hips, trying to get Russia to hit that spot inside of him.

"Because I'm better than you," Russia snarled, shifting his angle as Mongolia shifted his hips. He refused to give the other the pleasure he seemed to be deriving from this. "You're a slut," he growled, face twisting into one of disgust. He was resolved about letting his soldiers have the former empire now. "Maybe my army will be enough for you," he snorted, changing up his angle once more.

Mongolia twisted his hips away from Russia's cock, just to be annoying. "No, Russia, we're very much alike." Mongolia didn't feel the need to react to Russia's threat. This sort of physical punishment he could deal with. It was the emotions that hurt him the most. He would have figured Russia knew that by now.

Russia anchored Mongolia's hips in spot with one hand, growling. "Bullshit," he growled, shoving the former empire's face into the ground again as he moaned and came abruptly. He panted and shivered, having not meant to cum to prematurely... Oh well, his soldiers could fuck the other up more soon.

Mongolia shuddered as he experienced for the first time the sensation of hot cum flooding his insides. "Sorry, Russia," he gasped into the dirt, "but we're a lot more similar that you'd ever admit."

Russia growled, obviously not amused with the comment. He pulled out and did up his pants, grabbing Mongolia by his hair and pulling him with him towards the camp he'd set up nearby where many of his soldiers were waiting. Hopefully most of them would be well enough for some fun. When he returned to the camp he tossed Mongolia in the middle, crossing his arms. He made sure he had the attention of his soldiers before he went on, "use him until your balls are empty," he offered to them before he turned and went to lean against a nearby tree to watch.

Mongolia was surprised, to say the bare minimum, when he heard Russia's order. 300 years ago, the kid probably would have ordered him to get beaten to a pulp or to have his dick cut off or something more violently brutal. "I'm disappointed in you, Russia. Even I wouldn't have done something like this." This time, it wasn't just a taunt. Mongolia was mostly serious when he voiced his opinion.

"I don't care," Russia replied in a sickly sweet and childish voice, smiling innocently at the other as some of the less confused soldiers moved in on the beaten, weak nation on the ground.

Without even looking at what surrounded him, Mongolia was well aware that he wouldn't escape. His vision became tunneled, and all that he saw before him was Russia. He had practically instantaneous little flashes back to the past, back to when Russia had first come under his power. He watched the little images of Russia flash before him, going forward in time until they became the sick, twisted young man that stood before him. Not even when he felt the first pair of foreign hands molest his body did he take his eyes off of Russia.

Russia laughed bitterly as he watched one of his soldiers move in first thing on Mongolia's abused hole, releasing his cock from his pants and shoving himself in. Russia gestured for some other soldiers to join in, and they hesitantly went in for the former empire on the ground, occupying his mouth and one of his hands.

Mongolia held back his cries of pain as he felt his tender hole get violated by more than one aggressive cock. If it weren't for all the horny men with their dirty shlongs blocking the view, Mongolia would've continued starting Russia down, trying to prove to the now independent country that even though he was free, he would never hold power over him. He refused to be broken. That was something only Russia himself could do.

Vaguely in Russia's mind, he knew this would probably be something that he would regret later. He crushed the thought. Later wasn't now, despite how he knew it would be one day. Until then, he would live with it, and he would smile. The corners of his mouth were turned up painfully far in the form of a plastic smile, one he assured would stay for a long time.

Present Day:

Russia stood in front of the big house (not as big as his, but then again, no one's was) and hesitantly reached up to tap on the door with his faucet pipe. He was nervous, though he didn't let it show. He just wanted to do something about what he had been thinking about lately...

"Coming!" A maid called from the other side of the door. She opened the door and her mouth dropped open when she saw who was standing there. "R-Russia! Oh, pardon me, I mean, Russia-sama." She opened the door and let the country inside. "I'll go fetch Mongolia-sama right away." She closed the door and hurried up the stairs, calling out to her master.

Russia smiled pleasantly at her and clasped his hands behind his back innocently, hiding his pipe so he didn't seem too threatening. "Just Russia is fine, da?" he replied, smiling shyly at his rusty Mongolian. It was probably a much older dialect than the maid was used to...

The maid came back downstairs and bowed politely. "Mongolia-sama will be with you momentarily." She straightened up and hurried off to go back to work. It was about 5 minutes before Mongolia came downstairs. He had never regained all his weight back, but at least he didn't look like the wreck he had when Russia left his home. Mongolia, now no longer able to call himself Mongolian Empire, looked up at his guest and immediately stiffened. What was he doing here? What did he want? What was he planning?

Russia smiled shyly. "Privyet, Mongolia," he greeted, lowering his head slightly. He had gained a bit of weight since he'd last seen the empire, and he was almost pudgy, though most of it was hidden muscle below his coat. "I am probably the last person you would care to see casually... But I was hoping I could tell you something important. ...Important to me."

Mongolia gripped at his clothes, his brow furrowing in distaste. The last time he had seen Russia was after he'd been covered in the ejaculate of his enemies, left lying naked in the mud and snow, waiting for his remaining soldiers to come find his sorry ass and take him home. He was tempted to throw a fit and kick the bastard out of his house, but he kept his cool and invited Russia to sit down. He even asked for tea to be served to him and his guest.

"Well," he asked, "what do you want?"

"Nyet, I won't stay long," Russia replied sweetly, staying out in front of the door and declining the tea. "I wanted to tell you I apologize for everything in the past. I'm sorry. And that I forgive everything you did to me. I hope you can forgive me too."

Mongolia's hand jerked as he was pouring himself his cup of tea, spilling it over his thumb. He quickly placed the cup on the table and stuck his thumb in his mouth. "Ow..." He muttered before looking up at Russia; he didn't know what to say. "Really now."

Russia nodded. "I mean this in a completely platonic way," he assured him, tilting his head like an innocent child with his sweet smile. "I committed uncalled for acts of sin against you, and I am sorry. I apologize that it took me well over six centuries to see that, and even if you don't forgive me, I forgive you for the invasions and every time you forced me."

"My, you've really grown up." Mongolia said fondly, allowing a small smile to escape. As the centuries had passed, Mongolia had thought time and time again about the younger nation. Sure, he'd been hurt when everything had come crashing down, but feeling otherwise would've been practically impossible. Did he feel anger? Yes. But hate? He didn't think he ever could, no matter what the younger nation did.

Russia smiled pleasantly, tucking away his faucet pipe in his coat. "I should get back home now. I hope you have a nice day." He waved and turned around to head back down to the car waiting for him at the end of the driveway.

"Russia!" Mongolia called, halting the young man in his tracks.

Russia looked over his shoulder, turning to face the other properly, though looking a little puzzled. He had apologized, what was wrong now...? "Da?"

A smile quirked at the familiar Russian response. He wanted to tell the younger nation to take care, but he for some reason he couldn't bring himself to say it. He also wanted to make a snarky jab about Russia's weight, but deemed it inappropriate. He folded his arms and looked down at the ground, shaking his head. "Never mind." He looked back up at the boy he'd brought into his house almost a millennia ago.

Russia smiled at him warmly. A genuine smile that he hadn't brought up in a long time. "Alright, spasiba for listening, Mongolia. Goodbye~" He turned back to his walking, disappearing inside his car where someone was in the driver's seat. He leaned over to give the person a kiss and a hug before the car sped off.

Mongolia turned away from Russia and his lover, not wanting to see that Russia had gone on and bettered his life, while he continued living alone, isolated from the rest of the world. Though he felt no resentment towards Russia, he'd been scarred. He never went on to let someone in, politically or emotionally after Russia had left, and he probably never would. He slowly shut his big wooden door, finally closing himself off from the world, and from his first and only love, for what he would safely presume to be the rest of his life.

Author's Note

THE END!

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