Mariedon23
Alfred develops Stockholm Syndrome and the APS save him

I decided to give this oneshot a twist. This will be a partially ABO storyline.

TRIGGERS: RAPE, FORCED IMPREGNATION
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The blistering wind had come out of nowhere.

It swirled around the meeting room, forcing the nations to take cover. Tentacle shaped air tubes ripped some of the room apart, as if trying to find something. Most had found refuge somewhere, safe for the few who tried to help the others.

Alfred had just closed the closet door, assuring that China was comfortable before doing so. He saw Russia snatching Liechtenstein and Latvia's ankles, bringing them back down to the ground and barricading them behind a statue and a potted plant. England had just secured France and Spain to the meeting room table with his belt, stopping the duo from going anywhere.

That's when Alfred noticed the long, tendril of wind heading right for Arthur. It slithered like a snake, readying itself to attack and latch onto its prey. Being the hero he was, he couldn't allow his father figure to be attacked.

"IGGY!!! LOOK OUT!!!" Alfred stepped in front of him, the weird wind tentacle wrapping around his body tightly. A hole had begun to open, a rift in midair. All of the air tentacles retreated to the rift,  the one holding Alfred included.

"ALFRED!!!" England clutched onto Alfred's jacket sleeve, his footing barely staying on the ground. Ivan ran to them and also clutched America's other jacket sleeve, trying to pull him down.

"Fredka, we will get you down!" Ivan stated, calmer than the Brit beside him. The two elder nations continued to tug at the sleeves, nearly getting Alfred's feet to the ground.

Until, the wind purposely flipped him over. The two elder nations plopped to the ground as Alfred's jacket was ripped off. The young nation screamed in utter terror as the wind whipped him through the rift in the air, the mysterious portal closing not even a moment after he went through.

England stared at the jacket, tugging it away from Russia's arm. He began to hyperventilate as he hugged the price of clothing. Tears began to stream down the Brit's cheeks as he looked to where the rift once was.

"ALFRED!!! MY SWEET LITTLE MAN!!! ALFRED!!!" he sobbed. The terror that Alfred had voiced was so uncharacteristic of him, it made sense why poor Arthur was in tears.

Russia was panting as the realization set upon him. Alfred, HIS beloved Alfred, had just been sucked into a mysterious portal. As nations began to emerge from their hiding spots, they all had the same question in mind.

Where was Alfred taken?

~Alfred's dimension~

Alfred screamed all the way through the portal, crying in fear and anger. When he finally entered some semblance of world, his tears ceased. The world around him was lush and green, nature everywhere. The sky was a shade of blue that could only be described as perfect, and the animals seemed to be bustling through the trees and ponds. The sun was blaring down, yet some clouds would provide some relief.

Alfred finally landed on the doorstep of a huge mansion, it was the first house he had seen while in this world and it was phenomenal. It was not just a house, no, IT WAS A CASTLE!

As Alfred looked around the porch, the door opened. A tall, handsome, buff man stood above him with a gentle smile gracing his face. He had piercing greenish amber eyes, fire red hair, a few freckles, a pair of red fox ears , and a fluffed out red fox tail.

He was clad in fancy attire, showing he was the owner of this vast estate. However, he smelt like trouble. Alfred couldn't pin down why, but he didn't like this man. He had an aura about him that made Alfred cower in submission, something the other would NEVER do.

"Greetings to your new home, my pet,"  he let out his hand and helped Alfred up. Alfred felt weird, he didn't feel like himself.

"Where am I?" Alfred asked curiously. The other man chuckled and guided him into the house, making Alfred's mouth drop. Gold and diamonds were everywhere, vintage art and crystal decorated the abode.

"You are in my world, my dearest. I am Prince Gilligan of the Fire Clan," Alfred was off put slightly, but cleared his throat.

"I'm-"

"Hush, pet. Who you were is no more. You are here now, and you shall stay here until eternity meets it's end,"

"You can't do that!" the other smirked and clutched Alfred's waist.

"On the contrary, pet, I can do whatever I please," he sniffed Alfred deeply, licking his lips, "mmm, you smell like vanilla and cinnamon. A perfect omega to bare my kin," he clutched Alfred's love handles, "perfect for baring my vast litters," that's when Alfred's felt his head and butt tingle.

"What just happened to me?!" He squealed as he felt his head.

"Oh God! You're a rabbit! Perfect! You'll be fertile for decades!" he shouted in awe. Alfred looked at himself in a decorative mirror.

Gilligan was right, he had a pair of white ears with gold spots, as well as a fluffy tail.

TRIGGERS START HERE

Alfred felt his groin heat up, a wet substance soaking his pants. Gilligan smirked and proceeded to drag Alfred down the copious halls.

"What is this feeling?! What have you done to me?!"

Gilligan ignored Alfred as he opened a door, showing a room padded in all sorts of silks and velvets. His eyes were fully amber color, his pupils nothing more than a thin slit.

"What's going on is you're experiencing your heat, a time where you are fertile and are too weak to protest!" Gilligan a claws sharpened and he tore off Alfred's shirt.

Surprised by the attack, Alfred fell back. Gilligan ripped off Alfred's pants and boxers, licking his jewels like a monster about to feast.

"N-no! I refuse to do this! I refuse to be your sex slave!"

"Omegas don't last long in this world, my dear. They need alphas to protect them," Gilligan licked up Alfred's body, the younger trembling horribly, "you taste like Heaven,"

"No! Stop it!"

"You don't get to make decisions, I do. We are going to mate until every room in this house is filled with kin. I don't care if it takes decades, you WILL bare my children!" Gilligan penetrated Alfred's newly grown slit, making the younger cry tears of pain.

"NO," Alfred tried to move, but he was too weak. Gilligan simply had to hold his wrists down as he forcibly thrusted, "YOU'RE HURTING ME!!! PLEASE STOP IT!!! PLEASE!!!"

Gilligan decided to pinch Alfred's nipples, forcing the other to moan against his better judgement. Gilligan continued to thrust, and thrust, and thrust into Alfred.

"I can feel it, I can feel myself cumming! I'm going to use you until the end of time! You hear me, my pet! You belong to me!!!"

Gilligan came into Alfred, the other screaming in agony. Both were left breathless, but Gilligan couldn't help but feel satisfied with himself. He looked at the scared omega beneath him, flipping him on his stomach and slapping his ass.

Alfred could only lay helpless, too weak to move, as Gilligan began to thrust again.

TRIGGERS DONE

There were countless nights in the beginning, where he hoped the other nations would find him and rescue him. Nights were he prayed the man pumping his insides with semen was a nightmare and he would awaken in his Vanya's arms. Nights where all he could do was cry because time continued to pass and there were no signs of hope.

After a decade of waiting, he gave up all hope.

Every heat, Alfred became a sex doll for Gilligan to ravish himself with. Every six months, Alfred would birth a new litter. Every time Gilligan had need for his favors, Alfred obeyed his every command.

Alfred had become Arva, a name Gilligan had given him meaning "fertile".

Alfred was never the same after the decade. He grew to love his children deeply. He grew to appreciate Gilligan's protection. He grew to treasure his new life. He grew to being a baby maker.

He accepted this world and soon forgot himself, he didn't remember Alfred. Now, he was only Arva.

Until one day~

Alfred had been playing with his newest litter in the yard, Gilligan was away on business so he was left alone to tend to the children. All the children played and laughed, enjoying their mother's love and attention. The elder children's were helping their mother out by babysitting.

That's when a loud thunderclap changed the sky from blue to black, clouds began to swirl and lignin lit the sky. All the younger kids ran to their swollen mother for protection, the pregnant man getting helped up by his eldest child.

Seven men fell from the sky, landing not to far from them. Alfred kept the children behind him, ready to defend his babies despite being pregnant. But, to his surprise, the men simply groaned and sat up.

"Ve~ that was crazy!"

"Ja, jou don't need to tel me tvice,"

"Where the bloody hell are we?"

"I regret arrowing you to do the spell, Engrand,"

"Hon hon hon, I zought it was fun!"

"Maple, my head is still spinning,"

"Da, mine is as well,"

As the group began to stand to their feet, Alfred took action.

"Who are you?! And what business do you have here?!" the group looked to Alfred. The poor man was then the victim of a hugging assault.

"Alfred! You scared my to death lad!"

"Mon lapin~ We were worried sick!"

Canada clutched Alfred tighter.

"ALFIE OH THANK THE MAPLE GODS YOU'RE OK!!!"

Russia shoved Canada, clasping Alfred's face and kissing him passionately.

"FREDKA. ALL THEAE YEARS I HOPED TO HAVE YOU BACK IN MY ARMS!!!"

Alfred was shocked as he shoved the people away.

"I have no idea what you folk are talking about! Who is this Alfred person?!" The group was shocked at the cold tone.

"America, ve are jour friends und allies,"

"What? Who's America? Have you lot been drinking or something? My name is Arva, gifted to me by my husband Gilligan. He and I have been restoring his clan, one litter at a time,"

The children cheered as they were mentioned, and the G8 (G7 technically) felt their entire faces pale.

"Arva isn't your name, love. It's Alfred. You were stolen from our world and forced here. You are not Arva, you are Alfred,"

Alfred felt his palms get sweaty and his temperature began to spike. He felt weak and was about to faint, but his eldest son once again rescued him. He looked down at his now sickly mother, getting angry at these strangers.

"I am  Warrick! First born to the royal family of the Fire Clan! You have made my mother sick with your lies and claims! Leave this land immediately, or you shall suffer the wrath of my furry!" the boy didn't play around. His eyes were trained on the group.

While many wished to leave, Ivan couldn't. He couldn't watch the love of his life continue this endless cycle of pregnancy from a man who didn't love him.

"Listen to me, little one. Your father took your mother from our land. He stole your mother from his place of birth, his  life, his entire world. He stole your mother from me, the man whom loves your mother unconditionally! The man who has fought and went countless nights sleepless with worry and anger and sadness! I refuse to lose my beloved once more, I refuse to lose my dearest, I refuse to lose my Fredka again!" Ivan began to tear up, his wolf tail fluffing out with emotion.

"So, it seems you have found a way to my world," Gilligan appeared behind his son and 'wife', "Warrick, take your siblings inside,"

"Yes, father," all the children were gathered together and quickly went inside. He smirked as he picked Alfred into his arms, chuckling.

"He's so precious, isn't he? His adorable body, swollen with my children, because I filled him with MY seed. He's mine, forever and always. I will continue to ravish his body until one of us dies. He's so perfect for it, with his round hips and fertile womb. I could ravish him right now while pregnant,"

"'ow could you say zat! Consent is important, 'e can't give you consent in zat condition!"

"It wouldn't be any different from the first time I had my way with him. The difference would be the agonizing begs for me to stop. He stopped doing that the moment he knew you weren't coming for him. He simply let himself go, he became such a wonderful wife. He gives the best blowjobs and cooks the best food,"

Ivan's eye twitched and his aura began to flow from his body.

"It would serve you best to be quiet, da?"

Gilligan laughed.

"Why would I do that? Then I wouldn't be able to tell you how he constantly prayed for you all to rescue him. How he would plea for his 'loving Vanya' when asleep in my arms. How he tried so hard for so long to resist me, but caved in and has since been nothing but my baby machine,"

"Shut...Up!"

"Wow, you seem so angry. My guess is that you're Vanya, aren't you? The one he could never stop loving, the one who he always shouted for when I orgasmed, the one who he would cry for anytime he was finished with his punishments. How cute, Alfred only held out for you. It took me a decade of impregnating and mating him to finally break him because all he could hope for was you. His flawless snowfla-"

Ivan snapped and plunged his magic metal pipe of pain into Gilligan's mouth. He mounted his head on the pointed end, tears falling down his cheeks.

"You are a monster for what you did to my dearest Fredka. I will assure you rest in hell!" Ivan pulled his pipe from Gilligan's mouth and smashed his nose in. He kept bringing down his pipe until red painted the green grass below. He panted harshly, his cries echoing in the distance. The other nations felt pity for him, trying their best to offer their comfort. But Ivan , didn't want it.

He only wanted his Fredka back.

He pulled out  Alfred's bomber jacketC clutching it tightly against his chest. Alfred had since awoken from his fainted coma, walking out to see the group of men once more. He saw how Gilligan's head had been smashed to bits and Ivan cradled a familiar looking jacket.

Alfred knelt down and put a hand over Ivan's. The elder looked up and cried into Alfred's shoulder, the familiar feeling of Ivan's scarf scraping his neck sending a warmth through his body.

"This belonged to you, please keep it," Ivan gently placed the bomber jacket into  Alfred's lap, getting up. Alfred clutched the fabric and smelt it, chuckling at he cuddled it.

"I haven't felt home in so long,"  he looked up and grasped Ivan's hand, "I remember now. I remember every horrible thing he did to me. But, I also remember you. I remember your vodka tasting kissing, I remember your strong arms cuddling me by the fireplace, I remember your singing voice when I couldn't fall asleep. I remember you, Vanya. I remember you,"

Ivan knelt down and Alfred pounced into his arms, crying hysterically and clutching his shirt:

"Shh, it is ok Fredka,"

"He never would stop Ivan, he would never let me be! I was a servant, a sex slave! Oh God, please take me home!!! Please take me home!!!"

The children gathered on the lawn, worry painted on their faces. The G7 took notice of them and many instantly went to Matthew.

It was silently decided that the kids would come with them.

England casted his spell, the group was transported back to their world.

And THAT was how the states, Provinces, and capitals came to be!