Rating: R

Warnings: GRAPHIC (I cannot emphasis this ENOUGH), with a hint of torture in the pain and pleasure department to some very unwilling victum. Also 1 Hetalia character death, even though I had planned so much more...

Disclaimer : AHAHAHAHAHA...I can't believe I forgot to write this but...I don't own the totally awesome Hetalia *SOB*

Last chapter, have fun~ READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION! D; SRSLY! D:

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"I don't want to talk to him," the British growled as he was being pushed along by the more built Frenchman, putting up a rather impressive fight as they struggled along.

"You can't avoid the boy forever, mon chere!" Francis chirped, "Look at where that's gotten you with Alfred!" A grin plastered his face as he intentionally dodged the killer glare that Arthur had sent him. He suddenly felt very much like a dead man.

"Besides..."he hummed, still avoiding the scary expression on Arthur's face, "You should be nicer to him seeing as how he's risking his life to help us find our target."

Arthur growled, softer this time, as if on the border of apprehension and agreement. "This was supposed to be his job in the first place..."

"Well," Francis said with finality that mingled with a hint of regret, "Chatwick's a bastard for making us take the job without even telling us who he was gonna use as our scapegoat..."

"He promised not to tell Matthew!"

"Chatwick's a liar, and Matthew's reckless for accepting the job." There was little resistance now as they trudged along, he laughed lightly, "Matthew and Alfred probably subconsciously inherited some of your rebellious traits, "Francis grinned at the now blushing British man.

"Wa...! They did not!"

"C'est vrai! If I remember correctly..." The taller man bent down a little as he pulled Arthur's face towards his and breathed in the arousing scent of blood and smoke, "...you weren't exactly the proper gentleman you are now."

Arthur made a small protest, but was cut off as Francis closed the distance between them for a deep kiss. A warm tongue begging for access on his lower lip, accompanied by soft nips and sucks that Arthur knew was something Francis did to make him melt. They seemed to have swirved off course and were now in a small, dark room that Arthur could only presume to be the janitor's closet.

He let out a soft moan, "We shouldn't..." Somehow the older man's hands had ended up surprising close to his perking nipples.

"Matthew..." The British tried again, Francis let out a grunt in acknowledgment as he deepened the kiss, making Arthur's breathing hitch.

He let out another breathy moan as his hands that were previously hammering on the Frenchman's chest, were now clenching onto the colourful material there.

"Younnnhhh~~~YOU GIT!" He finally managed as he pulled away, punching the older man in the face.

Francis let out a laugh as he scratched his head, but then Arthur noticed a look of realization and horror dawning on the man's face as he was shoved by said man.

There was a sickening crack as he was shoved aside, hard.

Arthur slammed into one of the shelves before catching himself upright, someone had attacked them. He looked up and saw red blossoming in Francis' hair as the heavier man fell. It was slow motion, the man's silky blond hair was staining with the chilling red quickly.

Arthur pushed himself off the shelf and threw himself over to the fallen man, "Francis! FRANCIS!"

He checked the wound, totally forgetting about their assailent. It wasn't deep but the force itself might've killed him. With a sob, he frantically looked for a pulse.

"Don't die on me you bastard..." he muttered, too shocked to register what he had or hadn't found.

The British was suddenly yanked backwards, thrown against the floor as the assailant made himself visible.

The shock silenced him as all he could do was stare in silent agony at the traitor.

"I think I hit him too hard..." The man stated, a calm expression gracing his features, "Regretful, really...seeing as how we used to be such good friends. Oh well, it was either him or me, right?"

Arthur felt his lips part, a soft cry escaped him as a tear trailed down his cheek. It wasn't supposed to end like this.

The much bigger man bent over him and traced the trail gently, "Shame, I wasn't planning to get you two involved, but, the Society thought they could outsmart me by hunting me down with people they thought were superior then me."

Arthur choked, the man had planned everything all along, for years; and with disgust realized why the man had gone so far.

"Please...please not Matthew..." He whispered, his voice hoarse with a scream that couldn't escape. The man smiled and pulled out his gun.

"Please..."

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Francis and Arthur were supposed to visit him today, but it was well past their assigned meeting time. Matthew thought nothing of it and sighed, they were probably busy.

A few days ago, Francis had informed him happily that they were closing in on their target so the boy just needed to hang in there for a few more days and he could kill the scumbag that was Giovanni.

For the past two weeks, he's been tormented by the man's advances and threats of being fired, but he avoided it by offering small 'favors' to the man. He wasn't happy about this, but he didn't want to risk losing a very important and dangerous target for his ex-mentors. Apparently the man they were after was a rogue assassin who worked for Giovanni. Before, this hadn't been much of a problem, but a few years ago the man had targetted one of the Society's members, the man was in a coma to this day.

Of course, the Society's members were important, they were the assassins patrons. So Chatwick had assigned various people to hunt down the man before, but none were very successful in capturing and killing the elusive man. Soon, some other patrons and a few assassins were targeted and the problem became much more serious. Now, his plan was to have Matthew get as close to the rogue's patron as possible so that he'd get targeted by the man. Then, when the rogue's concentrated on the blond, Arthur and Francis would stretch all of their resources to finding the man and shooting him down.

That's why, Arthur had vehemently disagreed with his choice of accepting the mission on that day, going so far as to punch him. Matthew grew solemn with the memory and shook his head to rid himself of it.

What he found strange was the fact that the other assassin hadn't done anything yet. The feeling of being discovered overcame him but he shook that off too, that's ridiculous, no one but; Chatwick, Arthur, Francis and himself knew about the plan. He was also pretty damn sure that he had been acting the role of a helpless new bodyguard pretty well for the last few weeks, pretending to know nothing about the job.

It seemed to work, or at least, the idiot Giovanni was buying it.

Speaking of Giovanni...the man had been strangely very quiet for the whole afternoon. As if he mysteriously disappeared off the face of the Earth.

Matthew looked over to the intercom system that connected him to his boss. He looked away. He looked back over again.

There was an uneasy feeling in his gut as he buzzed the man's office. No one answered, a chill ran down his spine.

He pulled open his drawer and pulled out the bottom, there was a secret compartment there that contained Kumajirou and a few cartridges of his custom bullets. He slipped two into his pant pocket and tucked the gun into it's holster before sliding the drawer closed.

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There was something wrong, there was definitely something wrong.

His walk over to the boss' office had been a fast one, but when he caught the scent of blood he froze and cursed silently. It wasn't very fresh, but it still smelled wet.

Something inside him faltered, but he had to find out what was wrong. Matthew took a hesitant step towards the slightly ajar door.

The copper scent grew stronger with the smell of gun powder, he pulled his gun out and held it in front of him as he creeped closer. Looking through the small crack in the door, he saw nothing.

Matthew slowly reached for the doorknob and grasped the metal sphere in his hands, and cried in surprise as it was yanked back as the door jerked open. A long, metal pipe swung down on him and struck him across the chest. Matthew fell backwards as he raised the gun towards the attacker, fighting the pain of a possible broken rib, only to have it kicked out of his hands before he could pull the trigger. He watched as his chrome coloured revolver spun up and back down, and made to grab for it.

"I wouldn't move if I were you," A cold voice laughed as a large hand slipped past his defenses and coiled around his neck tightly, restricting any other movement he was going to make.

The voice clicked and his eyes snapped to attention towards the man's face, "Ivan..." The gun clattered helplessly to the ground next to his feet.

"Hello Matthew," the taller man leaned in, his breath brushing against his skin. There was something not right about this. Matthew searched the man's face for an explanation as to why he was there, there was too much yet nothing at all, he shivered.

"What are you doing here Ivan?" He asked, trying to distract the man as he slipped a small blade out of his shirt sleeve.

The Russian smiled, "I'm just here to get rid of some trash..." his voice trailed off grimly as he felt the small blade pressed against his neck.

"Let me go, Ivan." The man glared at him as his grip became lax, his cold hand slipped away and Matthew directed a glance at him before he went to pick up his gun. He slipped his knife back into it's compartment as he got up. Keeping an eye and his gun on the man, he made a somewhat wide birth around Ivan to Giovanni's office.

He looked inside to see Giovanni on the floor, a puddle of blood drying where his head was, his face a miserable mess. The sight made him gasp, his eyes transfixed on the bloody mess that slowly made itself apparent. He had heard of Ivan's kills and how gory they were, but witnessing it was a different matter.

There was a chuckle behind him, much too close, Matthew cursed himself for not paying more attention to the man.

He was a bit too late though as Ivan's hand yanked his gun away and grabbed at his hair, pulling him into the room.

Matthew shrieked in pain, "Lemme go!" Ivan ignored him and slammed his head in the wall, his glasses shattered under the impact and the shards cut into his face.

The Russian let go and watched the boy crumple to the floor. He crouched down to look at the boy, trails of blood making their path down the Canadian's face. There was a soft moan that erupted from his small lips as Ivan lifted his chin up to observe the damage. It wouldn't be good at all if he was permanently damaged.

The damage was surprisingly less deadly then it should've been, there were only a few shallow cuts on his upper cheeks, but one of his eyelids had been sliced, making the boy temporarily impaired. There was a soft murmur and Ivan had some trouble understanding what he said.

"Why...are you doing this?"

The Russian laughed, a cold, harsh laugh, "Oh Matthew, I've been planning this all along. I was just waiting for the right opportunity to come up"

The boy's working eye showed confusion, Ivan continued with a smile. "I'm the rogue assassin." A look of understanding flashed across his expression, "Why..."

"To get you." If this was some messed up version of a confession, Matthew didn't like it. The man continued, "I've been working for Giovanni for ages, killing whoever he wanted for his cash."

"...I don't understand."

"You know, I was supposed to kill you that night."

Matthew froze. The memory of Theo Audley's death rushed into his head, Ivan had spared him that night.

"Of course, I was surprised when you showed up right on Giovanni's doorsteps, Chatwick was either a fool or a risk-taker." He chuckled, "He'd never seen you before but we knew who you were, you opened the opportunity for me right when you accepted Giovanni as your target."

The Canadian closed his eyes and jerked away, Ivan didn't let him, his grip tightening around his cheeks.

"I asked him if he wanted you dead, and do you know what the disgusting pig said?!" Ivan growled when Matthew didn't answer, "He said as soon as I got rid of Arthur and Francis, he'd have fun making you his bitch."

Matthew's eye snapped open, Ivan knew about the others, "Where are they?" He demanded, anger scratching his voice.

There was no hesitation, "I disposed of them."

Matthew choked.

The Russian let go of his chin and made to stroke his hair, as if joining in on his remorse.

"Don't touch me!" Matthew lashed out, kicking the man. He felt strong hands grab his leg instead and pull him onto his back. He cried in agony as he felt the older man crawl on top of him, successfully pinning his legs with his weight. His fingers clawed at the older man, "DON'T TOU--" Matt yelled in protest when he felt the man's lips on his, hungrily sucking the air out of him. He bit down on the invading tongue and felt a surge of joy when he felt the man recoil in pain.

Only to have a punch in the face as his response. He stifled a cry as his head was knocked harshly sideways.

His hands were being tied, for a second Matthew couldn't register anything, then slowly realized that it was Ivan's scarf around his wrists. He had always thought that the scarf was the only pleasant thing about Ivan, now he thought differently.

The man stopped after he was done binding him, pulling out Matthew's small blade from where he saw the boy put it and stabbed it though the cloth, into the floor for extra measure. "I'll ask you again. Will you accept my proposition?"

Matthew shivered. Ivan observed the boy underneath him as the word slipped out of mouth, "Never."

The Russian growled, "I guess I'll have to convince you otherwise."

Matthew shuddered violently as he recalled what Giovanni had made him do in that washroom a few weeks ago and tried to throw Ivan off. It didn't work.

"Your eye..." Ivan muttered, stroking the wound, he seemed to be intent on ignoring Matthew's retaliation, seeing as how he touched him with utmost care.

"You bastard!" Matthew spat, twisting away from the contact. Ivan became silent, seething, as he pulled out his own knife from his boots. With one swift motion he cut through shirt and skin. A thin line on Matthew's skin soon welled with blood and he hissed at the sensation.

Ivan removed his leather gloves and placed a hand on Matthews bare chest, his thumb following the line as he watched the boy writhe underneath him.

"Matthew..." He murmured as he leaned closer, snaking two fingers into the boy's mouth so that he could kiss him this time without getting bitten.

Matthew let out a strangled no but almost ended up choking instead, a tear ran down his cheek, forced out from the lack of air entering his lungs. It didn't help that he couldn't breath properly with Ivan crushing his torso.

A thumb wiped it away.

Too gentle. Too fucking gentle you bastard.

He glared at the man through a half lidded eye, Ivan was smirking.

The fingers left his mouth as they proceeded to trail gently up and down his sides. Matthew shivered involuntarily from the shockingly cold touch, arching into it before twisting away, he wouldn't submit to this man.

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Ivan took in the sight before him, the boy truly was beautiful.

He was flushed all over from Ivan's relentless teasing, the only sounds he made were silent screams as he bucked and shuddered uncontrollably-into and away at the same time.

The Russian was a little irked at how the boy still resisted him, but he loved breaking the boy down, he wanted to hear him beg for release. He could understand why Giovanni wanted to make the boy his own, but he's understood for a very long time.

"Say you want it, Matthew..." He hissed into the boy's ear and enjoyed the shiver he brought the boy.

"...No."

Ivan grinned as he tightened his hold on the boy's restricted cock, jerking a agonizing shriek out of him. The boy arched higher then usual this time and the Russian moved to tighten his hold around the base of Matthew's quivering member.

Matthew, in return choked out a sob as his whole body shook in need of release.

"Now?" Ivan asked, too cheerfully.

All Matthew could do was cry.

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It was too much, Ivan had taken up teasing his ass, tying up his too hard cock with a thin strip of his mutilated shirt.

Matthew had been flipped over, tangling his arms into a very uncomfortable position that was punishing to his elbows. Another cold finger entered him and he felt his muscles constrict because of it. He tried to pull away but the Russian's other hand held a death-like vice on his hip.

He cried as the man gave an experimental thrust, burying his thick fingers in as far as the second knuckle. Ivan leaned onto him as he continued, Matthew could hear the man breathing near his ear, heavy and lustful. Matthew...Matthew..., he was muttering as he used his fingers to claw deeper.

Suddenly, Matthew felt Ivan hit something that made him see stars, he rocked backwards and let out a lewd cry-his arms jerking at his restrains as he tried to touch himself. He could feel the older man smirking.

Ivan touched the spot again, gently this time, the feeling made Matthew double over, "Ahhhh...!"

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The Russian seemed to have snapped before he did, but he touched Matthew now much rougher and angrier then before.

"Now?" He growled, fingering Matthew's hole as his other hand flinted over his member. All Matthew could manage was a small shake of the head, mindless with lust yet trying so hard to keep his sanity.

The man's hands left him as he heard a zipper go down, he shuddered.

There was something surprisingly hot that pressed up to him a few seconds later, sliding up and down the crevice of his butt cheeks until just a tip was positioned at his slick hole. It was thick. Matthew jerked away in horror, tears already springing in his eyes.

"Matthew!" The Russian barked, violently pulling him back towards him. Then suddenly turned gentle as a fucking lamb as he whispered into Matthew's ear, "I'll be nice if you accept my offer."

Matthew pushed the thought of what Russia would do to him out of his mind and forced himself to shake his head violently. He would not submit.

"Fine," Ivan growled, pushing in slowly without warning, savoring the feeling of Matthew tightening around him in protest.

Matthew screamed, he could feel himself tearing as the man continued to thrust inside. His legs lost their strength and he collapsed. He heard the Russian chuckle behind him as two strong hands covered his hip and pulled him back up, burying himself fully into the boy. The Russian shivered as he felt the boy convulsing around him, watching as the boy's fingers clawed at the floor underneath him.

This time, he pulled out slowly before giving a harsh thrust into the boy, hitting his prostate. He watched, amused, as the boy tried to compose himself. Ivan gave another thrust, and another, the boy was positively squirming now.

"Nghh!......-eas...!"

Ivan pulled out and pushed back in painfully slow, drawing out a illicit scream, "What did you say?" The grin was apparent in his voice.

Matthew sobbed, "Please...Ivan, please..." Ivan shook with the plea, but he would not be so nice to the boy, he had not accepted his offer yet.

But...

He pulled the blade restraining Matthew's hands and scarf out from the floor and lifted the boy up, impaling him deeper. Ivan gave a shallow thrust. Matthew cried and arched, his hands reaching for his erection. Ivan swatted the pair away and used his hand as a double insurance besides the cloth still entwining the cock. It was too hot to the touch and Ivan rubbed his thumb over the boy's head, Matthew shuddered forward as a minuscule amount of cum leaked out.

Ivan breathed heavily as he felt the boy convulse again inside, and started thrusting at a punishing pace, grunting in pleasure with each thrust. The boy was crying now, his hands trying desperately to pull Ivan away from his painfully hard member, yet he did not notice how he was rocking back into the large cock at the same pace as Ivan's.

The boy was muttering things like; "Please Ivan," and "It hurts, it hurts," and so on as he was violated relentlessly. Sometimes, Ivan would give a particularly hard thrust and stop, enjoying how the boy's ass would tighten around him, sucking on him, "You're so tight..." He murmured, licking a tear off the side of Matthew's face. Matthew was still shaking in disagreement, even as he muttered for the man to stop, let me cum, please.

Ivan was pretty sure the boy's lost it at this point.

He gave a few final thrusts before he buried himself deep into the boy, "Ahhh...! Please, Ivan!" The boy begged, thrusting back into him as his seeds shot deep into the warm cavern.

Matthew felt something warm cover him deep inside and it drove him wild, he hated it. He clawed at the hand restricting him, tears rolling down his face in torrents with his anguish. Ivan was holding him in place until he finished, murmuring his name lovingly as he stroked the boy's cock gently, jerking choking noises out of the boy.

When he was done, he tugged the temporary cock ring off Matthew and watched as he came with a long,violent shudder, the warmth squeezing around him in a death-vice for a good 5 seconds. Ivan moaned as he gave a small thrust and pulled out slowly. Matthew shuddered as he flopped forward, totally spent, he was visibly shivering as his muscles continued convulsing.

The Russian chuckled as he turned the boy around, sprawled out on the floor. There was a line of pearly cum present on the boy's stomach and Ivan made to touch the sinful precession. His eyes traveled down as the boy moaned softly, red intermingled with white as it oozed out of the boy's swollen hole. Ivan shivered, he leaned in and kissed the boy fully on the lips, the boy bit down again, this time unable to call upon enough energy to cause any harm. The older man sucked the air out of him, and he soon felt trembling fists trying to push him away.

He grinned into the kiss as he inhaled a somewhat lust-filled breath, his hands reaching for Matthew's thighs. Ivan ran a finger from Matthew's groin to his inner thigh and slipped a hand under each knee, lifting the boy's ass in position. "...No...!" A soft, harsh, scream, he pushed back into the protesting boy and shuddered at the familiar clenching.

"No! Ivan I'm ripping in two, please...!" The words were so inaudible, he decided to ignore them and gave one hard thrust after another. The boy arched off the floor, turned to his side and heaved.

Matthew coughed out the little amount he had in his stomach as he felt himself shifting forward with the force of the thrusts. The feeling now was disgusting, he felt like a piece of meat.

Suddenly, the man was jerked out of him with a yell. There was someone cursing vehemently at the man in a familiar voice as he heard violent scuffling not too far away. A gunshot, and it was silent.

Matthew slowly peeled himself off the floor and looked towards the figure standing over the fallen man. Who was it? His non-blinded eye wasn't focusing and he couldn't register who it was.

The man stepped closer and Matthew flinched, curling his legs up into himself protectively.

"Matthew, oh god, Matthew..." The man was muttering as he leaned down, reaching a hand over to stroke his cheek. The boy swatted the hand away and screamed, but barely any sound came out. Strong hands wrapped around him and pulled him into a warm embrace, he choked in surprise before he relaxed. Reaching a tentive hand out, he clasped at the other man's straw blond hair as he sobbed.

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OMFGICAN'!D;

Btw...France and England are alive, they're the ones who called America to HURRY HIS ASS OVER AND SAVE HIS PRINCESS FROM THE BIG BAD RUSSIAN! D; (Cept England's in crit. conditions and France had to shave off a patch of his hair to get about 30-some stitches! D;)

To tell you the truth, it was planned to be a lot more angst. Uk and France would've died, possibly some other countries, and Russia would've lived! Even worse, I had another twist in his plan planned out that would've made Matthew look like the traitor! D; The last scene in the chapter would've been a teary showdown between Matt and Alfred! And yes, Matthew would have to shoot Alfred in self defense / accident and run off TTwTT

Rejoice! Rejoice that I decided not to be mean this time and only write a one character death story.

Btw...USxCanada epilogue? =O If I feel that enough people are interested, I'll write it but it'll take second priority to my other planned Hetalia fics though.