Hey guys! Thank you soo much for the reviews CB *feels all special now*

And, Perd-son-temps, to answer your question, (thanks for asking by the way, I didn't notice that it was a bit confusing at first) Arthur and Francis are both normal countries, but of course Prussia and Austria are Parallel. And Wales is normal. You can tell a parallel by if they're sadistic or not :3

Anywho, enjoy Chapter Two~! (holycrapthatrymed)

Chapter two: A break in the plan

Rhys (Wales) was slammed violently against a dirty, blood-stained wall and shoved to a sitting position. His breath was knocked out of his heaving chest, causing him to give a strained gasp. He panted, adjusting his eyes to the dark room. A small bit of light penetrated through the crack in the closed door so he could just barely make out the shape of the Parallel Demon in front of him, bending down on the icy smooth concrete ground.

He squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't want this to happen, oh God he did not want this to happen…

He wasn't ashamed that he was still a virgin. He wanted to wait for the right person to take it away… Someone he loved. No, not a sadistic Demon. And not by rape.

He cursed himself over and over again for taking a walk down that dark alleyway two nights ago… where he'd run into and was kidnapped by someone he'd thought was Gilbert, but soon realized it was his twin; Parallel Prussia.

He tensed when he felt the stiff fabric of Gilbert's glove against his cheek, sending goosebumps to rise on his arms, the hand slid down his neck and brushed against his collar bone. Then the hand pulled away, yet Rhys didn't allow himself to relax.

P. Prussia stared down at his beautiful little toy with a dark calculating gaze, as if determining how much it would take to break him. He was so young-looking and innocent, pressed against the wall, his head turned away from Gilbert, eyes squeezed shut.

He didn't like that. He wanted to see those pretty aqua colored sapphires of his.

"Now, don't be scared…" he crooned so softly and maliciously, then he stood up for a second, reaching over to retrieve something that was hanging on the wall; his favorite little toy.
Rhys let out a sharp gasp when he felt the cool tip of a blade pressed to his eyelid, digging just barely into his skin.

"Open your eyes for me…" growled Prussia, at his ear. Rhys fought a shudder, his insides turning to ice with fear and dread, knowing he had to engulf himself in pain.

He slide his eyes open, whimpering when he felt the blade dig into the flesh of his eyelid, pain shooting through his head and he felt Demon smirked, red eyes glinting in the very dim light.

"Now turn you head for me, I want to see your beautiful face."

He obeyed, more pain shooting into his head as Prussia didn't move the blade. He tried his best to glare at his capturer, but it faltered. "P-please…" he begged, "Please just get it over with…" the fact that this was all so slow only made it worse.

P. Prussia laughed insanely. "Patience, sweetheart. You'll get it soon enough…" he said, then moved the blade down and expertly sliced his shirt away, getting a good high-pitched cry of pain from his prisoner. He wanted more.
Rhys felt his shirt being torn away and he pressed himself painfully against the wall, trying to get away from Gilbert's touch. Intruding on places he only would let a lover touch. He felt warm blood running down his chest and stomach, feeling the unbearable agony of the cut across his skin. But that was only the beginning.

Soon Gilbert's mouth, and tongue, where on his skin. It hungrily licked up the crimson liquid... He gasped, a shudder passing through his slender body, he hated this so much. So, so much.

P. Prussia flicked his tongue right over the gash he'd caused, his artwork. He then pulled up and jerked Rhys into a rough kiss, pulling back with a snarl when Rhys bit his bottom lip. He smacked his Prisoner hard across the face, Rhys' head snapped to the side and he gasped, but bit his lip against a cry.

"Bad boy…" he hissed, then roughly grabbed Rhys' arms and jerked one up against the wall, locking it into a shackle that was on the wall, doing the same to the other so that the Nation's arms were raised above his head, exposing his body.

Rhys, his whole body burning in agony, and his arms feeling as if they were about to be torn off, cringed away, tears streaming down his fearful face.

Gilvert moved forward and nudged a knee between Rhys' legs, causing another cry. He kissed his neck. "Now, we can play a little game~." He loved games. Gilbert unbuttoned the smaller man's pants and tore them off, smirking, his eyes wandering down Wales' beautiful exposed body, and it was all his.

Rhys struggled the best he could, but Gilbert's knee was in a place that made it painful for him to move, he remained relatively still, shivering. He hated that demon with such a burning passion; he hated how he looked at his body like he was some new car.

A gasp escaped his trembling lips when Gilbert grasped a handful of his hair and roughly jerked his head back to expose his neck, he felt the Demon's lips at his ear. "Now, you will behave yourself so you don't have to take any unneeded punishment, understand?" he growled sharply. Rhys only gave a whimper of a response, and Gilbert smirked, licking his ear before reaching down and unbuttoning his own pants and freeing himself.

He then gripped Rhys' hips and thrust powerfully into him.

A scream ripped through Rhys' throat and his back arched, the pain was beyond anything he'd felt before, he felt as if his whole being was ripping apart. The fact that Gilbert was so large didn't help, either.

By the second and third thrusts, he was screaming even louder, the noise echoing through the room. He felt something rip down there, and blood was beginning to coat his entrance, making it easier for P. picked up his speed, thrusting harder and wilder and not even caring to keep a steady pace. He groaned in pleasure, grinding his hips against Wales, feeling the nation wither underneath him, screaming in pain.

"My name." he growled, breathless, into the Nation's ear. "I want to hear my name…" he then bit down hard on his prisoner's pale shoulder, sinking his teeth in and tasting blood in his mouth. He thrust harder, hitting his prostate without knowing.

that's when Rhys screamed Gilbert's name, loud.

Gilbert smirked and pounded that spot again, and again. Hard. Rhys was now sobbing and screaming in pleasure and pain.

Prussia grabbed his member and rubbed the tip, making the man beneath him gasp and wither, unwillingly feeling himself becoming aroused. P. Gilbert slammed at his prostate again and Wales came with a scream, his back arching as white spots clouded his vision.

The Demon thrust a few more times before he too climaxed, gripping his hips then pulling himself out of the prisoner.

Rhys sagged lifelessly against the rusty chains, covered with blood and cum. His eyes were half open and his chest rising and falling with slow breaths as he felt himself slowly slipping to unconsciousness.

P. Gilbert cleaned himself up then slipped his pants on again. He grinned down at his master piece, already impatient to do more. He bent down and pressed his lips to Rhys', the nation was too weak to do anything about it. Gilbert pulled out of his kiss and pushed a strand of hair behind Rhys' ear before pecking his lips a last time and murmuring, "sleep well, my pet." Then he stood up and left, closing the door behind him and leaving his broken toy behind.

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Francis sighed heavily. He was lying on his back on him and Arthur's bed, staring up at the ceiling and watching the golden sunset light dance over it.

He was chewing on his lip in worry, still gripping his phone. He'd read through the text America had sent him over and over again. But he still couldn't believe it.

Alfred had texted him signs of pregnancy. Francis had asked for him to do so, because he was beginning to get worried that something was going on with Arthur… Ever since the night they'd gotten to this cabin and of course had sex.
But Arthur's condition had matched all those symptoms. And now Francis had managed to convince him to take the test.
The the bathroom door clicked open and Francis started to a sitting position, his eyes searching the Englishman's face as he walked out. "Ange…?"

Arthur was staring blankly ahead, shock written all over his face. His hands were trembling; he couldn't exactly manage to get the words out.

Then he nodded silently."I'm…I'm pregnant."

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P. Austria's eyes widened as he watched the screen, he clenched his fists, worry starting to gnaw at his stomach.

He repeated the words over and over in his head: I'm pregnant…

What was Gilbert going to do to him when he told him this….?

Just as if on cue, Parallel Prussia walked into the room, his hair was slightly ruffled and there were a few spots of blood on his shirt. He seemed in a better mood. The mood he was always in after torturing, as if the bloodshed had fed the demon inside of him.

P. Prussia slumped down into his chair, sighing and pulling his knife out, twirling it around expertly between his fingers. The blade glinted silver in the dim light, but not once did it even cut Gilbert's pale skin. The Demon's red eyes watched the blade; they had a lighter look to them now, but still just as evil. He was thinking, imagining his near future.

Killing Francis and taking Arthur for his own were only the first steps. After that, he'd send all Parallels under his control to start eliminating the Normal countries in secret and replacing them. And when he'd risen to enough power, it would be time for the Parallel nations to reveal themselves and take this world as theirs.

After that, all the Normal nations would be dead, and he would be the leader…. The King of the new world he'd created, with the only Normal nation left, Arthur, by his side as his Queen.

That's when P. Austria took a deep breath and looked over at Gilbert; bracing himself for the pain he was just about to put himself into.

"Err… boss? There's something I have to tell you…"

Okay I'm finally done. I've been trying to figure out so many things OTL

But yep. That's the reason why it's rated M... CB

THERE IS LOTS TO COME. LOTS. Read and review, s'il vous plait!