Ah yes I already started the next chapter like 10 days ago, and now I'm doing it lmao.

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Sexual Content Warning.

Antonio's POV

I wiped my hands on my legs of the sweat that was on them. I smiled at the Brit, "Okay.... I-I'm ready..." I muttered softly.

"It would be better if we got into the mood, but I still apologize if I'm a bit too rough, mate."

"I-It's fine, mi amigo." I laid onto the bed, leaning back softly as Arthur crawled onto me. Arthur softly kissed the me, licking my lips to say open my mouth. I opened it slightly, letting the Brit's tongue explore mine.

I softly moaned, as shivers went up and down my spine. Arthur's hand went into my shirt, tweaking a nipple and making me gasp. "Let's take off this shirt shall we?" Arthur said, and I shivered inwardly. He seemed like a whole different person, with lust invading his blood.

My shirt was off, next thing I knew, and he sucked and licked at my nipples. A cry came from my lips. "A-Ah~ Arthur..."

A knee went between my legs, "Let's get all the clothing off now~" He said and I nodded.

~With Kiku And Alfred~

Kiku shuddered, letting a soft moan be released from his lips. "A-Alfred-San..." He muttered softly. Alfred kissed at Kiku's neck, sucking his neck softly. As Kiku let out a small cry of pleasure, Alfred took note that was his sweet spot.

Alfred kissed Kiku once again, swirling their tongues together. Alfred seemed a bit shyer than Arthur but nonetheless he was kissing him. Kiku felt himself harden, and he blushed in embarrassment.

Alfred kissed down Kiku's chest, until he met the teen's private part. Kiku squirmed around softly.

"...Don't worry, Keeks." He muttered, caressing Kiku's cheek, attempting to sooth the teen.

Who said he was allowed pet names? Kiku thought to himself, he didn't even notice his pants now gone along with his boxers.

~With Gilbert And Matthew~

"...I don't want to do this." Matthew muttered.

"...It'll be fine you know." Gilbert said. "Even though I have an awesome 5 meters, you'll be fine."

"I doubt its '5 meters'. But okay, I'll believe you."

"How can you disbelieve me? I'm so awesome aren't I?"

"Not really."

"Ow, Matthew, you wound me."

"Whatever, let's just get this over with." Matthew was laid on the bed, and Gilbert on top of him. Gilbert nodded, opening the teen's shirt and picking at the teen's nipples, determined to make Matthew feel good.

Matthew let out a small cry. Gilbert mentally noted that Matthew was sensitive. He licked the nipple, liking how Matthew shuddered in pleasure under Gilbert. He took it in his mouth and sucked at it.

"A-ah~ That feels good there..." Matthew whispered, like the rest of his speech had been, quiet and shy. But the teen definitely was snarky, though naturally submissive. Ivan didn't like the snarky ones.

~In the morning~

Antonio awoke, shifting in how sticky he felt. He looked above him, to see Arthur on him. The teen was sleeping... And still inside of him. Díos, I feel sticky. He thought to himself.

"Arthur..." Antonio muttered.

A groan came as the response. Antonio rolled his eyes, "Wake up, why don't you?"

"I'm awake, you bloody wanker."

"Are you?" Antonio asked.

"Yes." Arthur got up, sitting on the bed as he got dressed.

Antonio sat up, moving to the edge of the bed, next to Arthur. "So what do we do now?"

"We have breakfast in a dinner hall, served by his 'children'."

"Is that like child abuse or something?" Antonio asked, placing back on his shirt.

"Yeah. But no one is brave enough to speak up against Ivan. He has contacts all over. If he gets one bad rumor about himself, the source gets cut off. They're most likely killed. He's a frightening man." Arthur said, standing up, already dressed.

"Seems like it. But today is a new day, and I bet the police are looking for us!" 

"Yeah, okay, but let's see that optimistic attitude after a year or so here." Arthur scowled.

Antonio got up, getting dressed as well. He winced inwardly at how pain shot up his spine. "Mierda." He cursed in Spanish, but smile nonetheless. 

"Sorry if I was a bit too harsh. I can't go too easy on anyone, Ivan doesn't that's for sure," Arthur gave a snort. 

"...Its fine. It hurts just a bit." Antonio said, getting dressed himself. "Is there a shower?"

"Yeah. You have to ask Ivan though first."

"He frightens me, his presence just gives off a bad aura."

"Yeah, it goes somewhat like him asking for a favor and people end up chickening out. He has some weird kinks... A lot of people actually avoid showering because of that."

"...That's... Unsanitary."

"...Would you like to ask him to shower...?" 

"Nope, nunca."

"Thought so. Come on follow me." Arthur walked out the room, followed by the Spaniard.

Arthur and Antonio walked down the hallway. "This place is... Very..."

"Creepy. Yes we know. Ivan doesn't treat us well."

"I can see that."

Antonio and Arthur made their way into the cafeteria, if it could even be called that. It was dirty and old, there was a good station where three teens, no two teens and one child stood. They had on an apron over their simple articles of clothing.

The tallest had glasses on and had straight hair. His hair was slightly long but not as long as the second tallest. His eyes were a green color, much like Antonio's but deeper than the Spaniard's eyes. This teen seemed smart and sophisticated. Though he was shivering quite a bit.

The second tallest had neck length brown hair. His eyes a deep emerald green color. He seemed calm and caring with the smile he had on his face when he served everyone. The teenager seemed frightened, sometimes stuttering over his words.

The third tallest seemed to be a young boy, with messy and darkish blonde hair that made it up to his ears. His eyes were a deep purple color, and seemed pretty and enchanting. The boy was trembling violently.

Antonio wondered why they seemed spooked. He looked around and his eyes gazed at Ivan. He was sitting at a table, drinking what seemed to be vodka.

"...Ivan must've did something to them. He does this, Kolkolkolkolkol shit, thing. It apparently means kill in Russian." Alfred muttered from the side, answering probably Kiku's question, the Japanese male was sitting next to Alfred.

"Oh I didn't notice you Alfred, Kiku." Antonio said.

"It's fine, Antonio-Kun."

"Hey what does Kun and San mean? How come ours are different?" Alfred asked.

"Kun... Is for when I know a person very well. San is for a person I do not know very well. San is simply polite."

"So you and Antonio live in an orphanage?" Arthur said, changing the topic of Alfred's idiocy. 

"...Hai."

"Hold on, dude, what does that mean?" Alfred said, completely confused with Japanese.

"It means yes, Alfred-San." Kiku mumbled, looking slightly annoyed with the American.

"Sí, we lived in an orphanage with about 10 others."

"That's cool I guess, I miss my father." Alfred said.

"Oui, Papa is probably freaking out..." Matthew said, had been there for a while. Gilbert was no where to be seen.

"Oh, I hadn't notice you Mattie!"

"No one does." Matthew said, keeping a straight face.

"...That's true. You're just like that, quiet and shy." Alfred said, rifling his older brother's hair.

"Don't forget who's older." Matthew said, smirking at Alfred's reaction. Said teen glared at Matthew.

"I know you're older, bro, you've reminded me oh so many times."

"Like, oh my god, Toris. He's such a bad father. Thank god you're still totally a virgin." A voice came, seeming to be talking to the 2nd tallest teen.

"...I guess it's better than being in your position, Feliks. But he's losing a lot of slaves... I really hope he wouldn't but he might... He might use us..." Toris said, if that was his name.

"...Ivan is a big asshole." The tallest said.

"Don't say that Eduard. He can hear you." Toris said.

The teen who was talking to Toris, was two inches shorter than Toris. He had blonde hair that went up to his neck and over all seemed pretty slack. He also seemed to be friends with the three.

"...You never know with Ivan, h-he's scary." The youngest said.

"That is like so totally true, Raivis." Feliks said.

Suddenly a shattering noise came from behind the table. "I-I'm sorry, M-Mr. I-Ivan... I'll pick it u-up." Raivis stuttered, obviously frightened.

This startled the newcomers.

"But you need to be punished. Plates cost money, da? Should I get out my magical pipe of pain?" Ivan asked, standing up.

"N-no sir!" Raivis looked more frightened, shuddering even more behind Toris, who was protecting him it seemed like.

"...Hm... Toris... You really shouldn't protect him like that. I could use you guys for, you know what. I'm just being nice, da? Would you like the see the bad side of me?"

"N-no si-sir..." Toris stuttered, looking a bit more frightened.

"Good, glad we could have this conversation." Ivan got up and left, and with that he left the entire cafeteria in complete silence. 

Toris was the first to snap out of it, "Raivis, clean it up and throw it away."

"K-kay!" The youngest raced to get a broom, nearly tripping over something. 

Antonio gave a soft sigh, "Ivan obviously has a great influence over them."

"Yeah, that bastard, using them for free child labor." Alfred retorted.

Antonio nodded, grabbing his food and staring off into space.