aphanon_meme | part 349 heart shaped chocolates

[flicks his ticket at Toris' direction and swaggers over carrying a handy stool because he likes to have some height on the people he's beating, and besides he likes to be comfortable. Plops it down in the middle of the booth and plops on it.]

Yo! Bir~th~day~ Boy~! [Highpitched, happy singsong voice]

Fancy seeing you here, hah?! Strange hobbies?! [EYBROW WAGGLE. Has that malicious, bullying look on his face that means trouble. OH BOY HE HAS BEEN WAITING YEARS FOR THIS MOMENT.]

[Firstly it's not his birthday anymore. Secondly, THIS IS WEIRD, half-naked and tied up is not how he likes to face...uh, deal with, Prussias.]

[THE SINGSONGING IS STRANGELY THREATENING, FUCK OFF]

It's not a hobby.

[Oh God, he knows and dreads that face. Why didn't you outgrow that face centuries ago this is going to end badly.]

[Firstly, birthdays last at least a week. SECONDLY, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THIS IS A GREAT WAY to face him!]

Re~aaa~ly?!{NO HE QUITE LIKES HIS SINGSONG SOCIOPATHIC VOICE, THANKS]

Ah, Ah, seems to me like you were enjoying yourself with the anons before me! No worries, though!! I promise you won't enjoy it with the merciless me, Kesesesese!! [beckons you forward with an index finger]

C'mon, don't be shy, birthday boy!! Over here!! Come!! Once in a lifetime chance to experience the great me's infamous Prussian Training that's raised superpowers out of sniveling little boys!! [points to stand directly in front of him like you are a dog he is calling]

Now! Make a decision!!

Battered?! [waves his hand in the air]

Bruised?! [gestures at a variety of implements offered]

Or! Old fashioned and bleeding?! [gestures over at the canes & birches corner]

[NO THEY DON'T THEY LAST A DAY ~~but he has at least five independence days so it's fine~~.]

[He doesn't want Prussian training! He's already had plenty of training, he wants his pants. But he has to do what he's told so he grumbles and goes to stand where you indicate. Not a dog but he can deal with this for ten minutes, can't he?]

[TORN he doesn't want you touching him but he doesn't want the other stuff any more. Definitely doesn't want bleeding, so he's just silently eying some of the paddles and weighing that against being made to ask you to touch his butt. Pride wins and he nods toward one of the paddles.]

Edited 2014-02-20 18:33 (UTC)

[But he likes you with no pants on! Reaches up and pats Toris on the head when he so obediently comes over]

Good boy! What's this, hm? Silent suddenly? Scared?! You should be!! Sulk all you want, I'll hear your voice plenty by the end of ten minutes!! What's your choice--[Turns to look over the displays of paddles and he laughs.]

PFFFFFTTTT!! Bruised, hah?! Brave, proud, or stupid or all of the above?! Manly!! I'm proud of you!! Alright, Fetch!! I'll kindly let you pick your poison!

Edited 2014-02-20 21:41 (UTC)

[He continues to look completely unamused by this. What do you mean you like him with no pants?!]

[He's not wasting his breath on you, he can last ten minutes! He hopes. Because if not he's going to be avoiding you for a long time.]

[Probably all of the above but he'd only admit to the first two. He goes to get the paddle and brings it back, getting back into the same position.]

[Raises his eyebrows at the silent treatment. If you won't talk willingly, he'll just get more fixated on the issue]

Ah, Ah. You're making me feel lonely being so quiet!! C'mon, speak up! I want to hear you ask for the selfless gift I'm about to bestow upon your bony ass, kesesesese!! Show your gratitude a little, birthday boy!! [Taps Toris firmly from behind with the paddle without warning. A move made to see if he'll jump.]

Well?! Let's hear it!! Be creative! Something like--"Teach me manners, Mr. Prussia!" or "I'm ready for my birthday present, sir!" [snorts because he is SO funny!!!]

[He's expecting some warning and not getting it just makes him feel surlier. There's no jump following that but Prussia does get a look over his shoulder.]

There is a time limit here, you know.

[If he's honest with himself he's fine with--maybe even glad of--Prussia wasting his time like this. Despite that he's not entirely sure he wouldn't just pay for another ten minutes if he ran out of time thanks to his big mouth. How does he get himself into these situations? Tied up and unable to punch him in the nose on top of everything else.]

Edited 2014-02-21 04:28 (UTC)

I've got lots of tickets!!! [Tap tap]

Lots of cash!! [Tap Tap]

and lots of time, kesesese! Spread your legs a bit! [Tap Tap]

But point taken! "Get on already", right?! The muscular me doesn't need more than five minutes tops anyway! Full ten minutes would be hazardous to your health with a paddle, you know! [He's disappointed at the lack of response from him but alright. Doesn't even wait to finish his own sentence. The one key to making a blow hurt is to bring your whole arm into it. So, without a word of warning or any indication in his tone that's he's about to begin, he swings his left arm back as far as it'll go, and unleashes the full extent of his strength across Lithuania's ass with that paddle with a thunderous, angry clap. Merciless from the start, he doesn't hold back at all.

Don't stumble and topple over now!! Because as soon as he sees a reaction to the first blow, he rears back for the second, only giving Lithuania time to process the pain coursing through him before he smacks him again. Aiming dead center across both cheeks with malicious and sadistic military precision.]

[If he was more optimistic he'd guess that that means Prussia will give up after five minutes if he doesn't beg, but he's known him too long to actually hope for that. The taps are mostly annoying and he ignores them, focusing on following instructions. When Prussia tells him to spread his legs he does slightly, an angry flush already starting on his face.]

[When the first blow hits the feeling shocks him more than anything, but the second one hurts and he grits his teeth so he won't make any sound. He can't judge exactly how sadistic Prussia is feeling today but it's already obvious that it's more than he'd like.]

[Pauses enough to lean oveeeeeeeer on his stool enough to take in that flushed face]

Enjoying yourself? Pissed? Does it hurt? GOOD!! It should hurt! Now THAT'S the YOU I know well!! Your face looks good like that! Almost handsome!! Ah, Ah, I wish I thought to bring my cellphone!! I'll have to sear this memory in my mind instead! How many minutes left? Four?! [Stands up off the stool. If there's no cry, he's not hitting hard enough obviously. Yanks Lithuania closer by the restraints. Spreading his legs forcibly further with the paddle by pushing firmly against his inner thigh before smacking him four times in quick succession on his upper thighs just below his buttocks because the skin there is thinner, delicate and less protected by fat so it'll sting horribly even longer and hopefully remind him to keep those legs spread]

Let's play a game!! How many times can I hit you unrestrained in four minutes before you can't take it anymore! [Half of the answer is he can hit anywhere between 15-30 times if Lithuania's composed enough to keep still and take it. Less so if he starts to buck and squirm. What's the real mystery is at what number does pain overwhelm his silent resistance, if he yields at all. ]

Anytime you're ready to stop, say "Mercy!", kesesese!! If you last out, I'll acknowledge your courage and leave you be! [He's feeling moderately sadistic today. He doesn't hate Lithuania anymore, but he remembers the power trip of being his and Poland's underling very smartly and he doesn't pass off a chance to make his life hard and besides! He's here to get hit, that's the point and he's just being helpful! Deep down inside, he's getting a special sort of pleasure out of this but Lithuania needn't know it.]

Now! Bend over the stool! Keep your legs spread! [Soldier's order tone. Time to get serious. Hooks said stool with a foot and drags it under Lithuania nose, go on]

[Oh, he's pissed. Not nearly as pissed if he would be if Prussia was in a more sadistic mood, but enough that there's ice in his gaze as he meets Prussia's eyes. He refuses to be intimidated like this, and if there are four minutes left he's going to take it all without a word. Maybe that'll make things worse--Prussia always wants a reaction--but his stubbornness and pride win out over his sense in this case.]

[At least he thinks that before Prussia starts hitting his thighs. That hurts, much more intensely than the smacks to his ass did. He manages not to cry out but it's obvious he's holding his breath until Prussia stops. When he lets the air out it's strained.]

[This all hurts too much for him to get any pleasure of of it. Instead there's resentment building inside him but he's not really in a position to fight back. That means it'll probably come out some time in the future with no warning. He's actually relieved to see the stool and bends over it obediently, that tone oddly soothing to him even though he'd never admit it. He can do orders.]

[That icy glare is being met with an eyebrow waggle. Whatever fight in return Lithuania brings him, he'll be raring to go. There's a sneer at that strained air. The whole silence thing just makes it worse for Lithuania. He feels a stab of irritation suddenly at the lack of any outraged reaction. Prussia's determined to make each hit count.]

Still playing mute, hah? In my house, that's disrespect, you know! If it was West, I'd bust his ass for that alone!! So for you, I'll do the same!! [There's a small thump as he lazily swings the paddle to rest against Lithuania's ass. Slightly curious about what sort of bruises and marks he's sporting but deciding to save his last shred of dignity for now. There's a few mocking pats, a double checking of those spread legs. Before he rears back and SLAPS the paddle against Lithuania's ass, not caring where he hits as he spanks him. The noise seems amplified in the emptiness of the meme, much to Prussia's satisfaction actually, something needs to fill the silence after all.

Keeps giving blows too fast to bother keeping track of, pushing himself past his own endurance to make his point to Lithuania. Enjoying the view of bouncing flesh, the involuntary jolting, the uncontrollable knee jerk reactions of clenches and quivering. The swell of his chest as he breathes, all very nice, yes. Lithuania has his own sort of attractiveness, HE GUESSES, there's a litheness to him, HE GUESSES.

Fine. He's kinda hot. Sorta.

At least bent over getting the shit smacked out of him. However, there's a sort of muscle fatigue that comes with wielding a paddle and before long, the recoil has Prussia's arm feeling numb, and he's sweating, slowing down, but hitting even harder to compensate. Back at Lithuania's thighs and sit spots again, spot targeting, before he stops, briefly, at the 2 minute mark, to hear if he's making any sounds--]

[Tied up and half-naked is not a good way to pick a fight, in his opinion, but at some point he will be getting back at him. At some point when he can sit down normally again. If he was feeling braver he'd point out that he doesn't have much respect for Prussia, but he doesn't have it in him right now.]

[He expected that irritation but he didn't expect the result to be quite so violent. He probably should have. When the smacks start up again it nearly brings tears to his eyes. He's finding it hard to think clearly with so much pain flooding his system, but the feelings of anger and humiliation only get worse as time goes on.]

[It's not as easy to keep quiet now, and even though he's not crying or screaming there's an occasional wince or huff that give him away. He can't keep from tensing up and squirming slightly after particularly hard hits, but that only makes the ones that come after worse.]

[When Prussia stops he takes a shaky breath, slowly starting a mental inventory. His ass and thighs feel like they're on fire and his knees feel like jelly but he'd not dead. That's about all he's got. He can feel Prussia watching him but he can't tell exactly what he's thinking, and that feels...odd. Not necessarily bad, just odd. He's usually pretty obvious.]

[there's a cool calculating silence. And by rule of thumb, a silent Prussia is never a good Prussia. His irritation is violent because it stems from centuries of pent up frustrations because no matter what he has tried in his life, he has never been able to break Lithuania. Even ripping him apart into pieces, he has never been able to break him.

Time is running out and he's made a promise to let him be if he stays silent, but he was truly expecting a flurry of blows to break the dam. It's harder to compose yourself if you have no chance to rest. If Lithuania wins he makes a fool out of Prussia. It doesn't matter that he's bruising Lithuania badly if there's no symbolic acknowledgement of the pain.

He needs to add something. There's a part of Prussia too well-built for cruelty, too quick to know how to make things worse. More humiliation. It takes him seconds to come to a sudden impulsive decision, and even quicker to execute it.

Yanks down Lithuania's underpants to his knees, exposing him entirely. Switching the paddle to his right hand, he lays his left to cover that bruised, hot, red skin for a moment, letting Lithuania process the weight of his palm against him just for a fraction of a second, before lashing out and striking him with added ferocity, targeting those patches of welted and bruised skin. A hand is an entirely different pain and sensation.]

[If he was that easily broken he'd be dead by now. He's never been sure if Prussia actually wanted that or if he wanted to conquer him and then lord it over him or what, but he's at least as stubborn as anyone else they know. He just doesn't show it as easily.]

[The silence makes him nervous. As far as he's concerned he's winning even though he's in agony and will be for quite a while after this. He doesn't know what Prussia will do if he can't stay quiet, but he doesn't want to find out. He knows how cruel Prussia can be but a part of him still wonders if he's seen it all. If he hasn't he doesn't want to know, especially not now that they can sometimes sort of tolerate each other. He knows he has to be the mature one in this situation and that means letting things go, but there's only so much of that he can do.]

[When Prussia yanks his boxers down he feels a flush creeping up his neck. He's already humiliated, but being stripped against his will is really too much. It doesn't help that Prussia's hand almost feels soothing against his skin for that brief moment--he's not letting himself acknowledge that, ever--before the pain is back yet again. It's different this time and that makes it worse, and at some point his hands ball into tight fists without any conscious decision on his part.]

[Because Prussia is targeting the most sensitive areas it's nearly unbearable by now. It's all he can do not to jolt forward in shock with every blow. His breathing is ragged and he's starting to lose control even though he's kept up a good front up to now. A pained groan escapes him in between gasps, but it's not anything close to "mercy" so he doesn't think this is over yet.]

[There's a small but very insistent part of his brain telling him to just give in and beg. The rest of it is wondering how much longer it can possibly be, but then he's been a little too preoccupied to count.]

[You can't laugh at people when they're dead. He maybe wanted to kill Lithuania when he was Teuton, but he was practically half insane then, wild with war and blood thirsty, with the remorseful, vengeful viciousness only the childish can have. After that, he matured up. Rather than chop off people heads to see what happened, he wanted to mess with them. So no, not dead, just crumpled at his feet and no longer a threat to his confidence and pride.

There's an intimacy with systematic skin on skin beat-downs that is odd and doesn't pass his notice. To feel a body writhe underneath you and be aware of the live muscle, the beating heart and to feel and share in the heat of a spanking is ODDLY Erotic.

FOR A NERD. HE GUESSES. If there's anything Prussia admires about Lithuania it's his resilience in face of the impossible. Lithuania's a last minute hero. He has that ability to hold on to the last second, persevere and see things through.It's an admiration mixed with a disgust and an envy. Only insects ever crawl up from the dead somehow in one piece after all. Prussia hates him for it as much as he likes him for it. Because personally, he doubts his own ability to do the same.

For moment, there's an intensity in his rhythm and he becomes fixated on the squirming target in front of him. Whacking away while working himself up to a pant, hitting hard, harder, hardest as he can manage. Trying to increase those groans, those gasps, those strangled whines and swallowed whimpers. In the last few minutes, he is a blur of heat, noise and persistent, seeping, searing pain across Lithuania's cheeks in precise alternating order. Eventually, his own hand is throbbing too much to continue, and he raises his paddle, racing against the clock to get a last blow in, rearing in for a second when

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!! Times up!]

Tch!! Bullshit!!

[If Prussia wanted him to crumple he should have done something about it sooner. At this point in his life he knows he's strong. He's kept his own unique identity somehow when he probably shouldn't still exist at all, and if that makes him an insect then he's proud of it. He's unbreakable in a different way than Poland, in a different way than Ukraine, in a different way than Prussia himself and he intends to keep it that way. For what it's worth he's never doubted Prussia's ability to come back. Prussia has been a constant in his life for so long it's hard to imagine him not being out there somewhere.]

[The eroticism is exactly why he didn't want skin-on-skin. There is some satisfaction in knowing that Prussia's hand is getting some of the pain too, but at this point it's not nearly enough and he'd like to give all of it back. He's still considering turning around and punching Prussia with all his strength when this is over, but that thought fizzles out when the rhythm gets more intense again. He is on the verge of tears now, the involuntary kind that come with beatings like this. His vision is blurred and he can't keep back the small sounds of pain spilling out of his mouth. He feels completely powerless and he hates it, wants to scream and cry and vomit all at once. His pride won't let him do any of those things, so he steels himself and tries to focus on keeping himself breathing.]

[That last blow with the paddle is completely unexpected and he jolts forward with the shock of it, a surprised cry escaping him. He only vaguely registers that the smacks have stopped, his breathing labored and his eyes unfocused as he comes down from the high of adrenaline and pain. A few more minutes of that and he might have shut down completely again but as it is coming back from that place is making his head feel like it's spinning. He rests his weight fully on the stool, slowly turning his head to look at Prussia. His face is blank but the look in his eyes verges on murderous.]

Kesesesese. [A wry laugh because he got quite the workout and so little out of it. Though he takes a moment to step back and examine Lithuania's thoroughly beaten ass a moment too long. A final insult to injury to make him endure his examination. Eyes raking over the angry splash of pinks, reds, purples and almost blues burning across the surface.]

Ah, Ah, for how red your ass is, your face is all pale!! Hurts, Hah? Looks like it hurts! You sounded like a too cute but pathetic little kitten mewing!! [smacks the paddle against his own leg idly.]

All finished, I guess, well done!! A second round would leave you hospitalized, then it wouldn't be a game anymore! So I'll call it a draw here--[walks over, reaching down and sloooooowly pulling Lithuania's boxers back up, snapping the waistband over him and giving him a final, harshly hot and hard congratulatory smack over them]

--Even if your shitty too proud stubborn side made the great, hardworking me lose out on my damn prize though! [Balances the paddle across the small of Lithuania's back before he leans in, too close. Leveling his own mocking, cold stare to those tearful, blood thirsty eyes.]

What a fuckin' waste of money you were!

[If there's any satisfaction he can take away from this, it's that he wasted Prussia's money, energy, and time. That almost makes it worth it.]

[He can feel Prussia's eyes on his ass and that makes him flush in both anger and embarrassment. It feels more like an intrusion than an insult but he manages not to squirm under Prussia's gaze. Prussia pulling his boxers back up like that is almost worse than his eyes, but the smack is definitely the worst. It nearly makes him jolt again and he has to bite his cheek so he won't cry out. He manages not to, staying almost completely still despite the shock. As far as he's concerned this is over and Prussia isn't getting anything else out of him.]

[After a few moments of meeting Prussia's eyes squarely and considering their position he goes for it, swinging his fists up into Prussia's crotch. That's probably enough to get the point across but after what just happened it doesn't feel like enough. For good measure he gathers the remaining strength in his legs and lurches forward, ramming his head into Prussia's face.]

What's this, still gonna keep up the silent act, hah, birthday boy? Or are you afraid you're gonna cry if you open your mouth? Kesesse, it's the latter, right?! After all, these teary eyes-- [he's going so far as to brush Lithuania's bangs out of his face almost tenderly when

BAM!! BLINDING PENIS PAIN that drives him to his knees with a gasp, his mouth dropped open, eyes staring at Lithuania in shock before

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!

HEADBUTTED FULL IN THE FACE AND HE JUST CRUMBLES, NOT SURE WHAT TO HOLD ,HIS NOW BLEEDING FACE OR HIS CROTCH]

MGNNNNNNNNGMGPFHFHFHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNGHHHHHHHNGGGGGGGHHHHHH!! [CURLS UP ON THE FLOOR FOR A MOMENT]

Y-YOU--[Whoah okay, if Lithuania gets off the stool, he may not have his hands free but his legs are still free to give some powerful kicks, so he scrambles to his feet, painfully hunched over, one hand between his thighs cupping himself and
the other one wiping blood from a split lip. SHOCK. SHOCK. YOU STILL HAVE FIGHT IN YOU HE THOUGHT YOU WOULD CRUMBLE UP AND MAYBE SOB TO YOURSELF]

Y-YOU!! DON'T YOU GET PISSED, Y-YOU!! YOU SIGNED UP FOR THIS![Or not but he doesn't know that now does he. BACKING AWAY.]

YOU WERE PRIME FOR THE FUCKING PICKIN'! DON'T ACT LIKE YOU WOULDN'T DO THE SAME!! DAMN BEAST! BARBARIAN!! JUST FOR THAT, I WON'T REGRET ANYTHING AT ALL!! [ OH MY GOD WHERE IS THE EXIT, HOBBLE RUNS FOR IT]

[The hair brushing would almost be nice if it wasn't Prussia who had done this to him in the first place. As it is it kind of makes him want to spit on him but he refrains.]

[Seeing Prussia curled up on the ground is better than anything else he could have caused. He won't pretend there's not still a part of him that's proud to see an enemy on the ground because of him, but this time around he's relishing the shock and maybe even fear he sees in Prussia's face. It's better than any pain he could have caused him. He's the one half-naked and tied up and Prussia's the one running away. And badly, at that. He could almost laugh if he had the energy.]

Enjoy your prize!

[His fight is nowhere near dead after ten minutes and he's almost disappointed in Prussia for being that stupid. Almost. The insults don't touch him because he wouldn't do the same if given the chance and they both know it. He knows Prussia knows it and he hopes he goes home and feels like shit for it.]

[Luckily for Prussia he's not actually able to get off the stool right now, because if he was he still has use of his legs. He also has no qualms about using both arms together to cause more damage, but he's more hurt than he's been letting on and he's just going to. Stay here a while. Or maybe see if he can get someone to take him home, because he definitely can't take another anon at this point. Not even a nice one.]

[SAFELY BEHIND BOOTH CROWD CONTROL BARS. LEANS ON THEM FOR SUPPORT. FACE MOTTLED AND ANGRY.]

I WILL!! ENJOY YOUR FUCKIN' BRUISES!! [Even with that, Lithuania still got the worse end of the stick. Literally. He knows he wouldn't, but Lithuania is a stupid nice guy, and Prussia...is...well..not. He won't regret it, he won't feel bad. He won't allow himself to. God knows he took countless similar thrashings in his time as a polish fief. Lithuania always felt like he was a whipping short to Prussia, SO! SO! ADOLESCENT RESENTMENT DIES HARD AND EVENING THE SCORE JUST A LITTLE FEELS GREAT and THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH DIGGING UP THE PAST AND LASHING OUT AT PEOPLE OVER THINGS THAT HAPPENED 400 YEARS AGO!! YEAH NOTHING WRONG OR DIRTY ABOUT IT AT ALL! BESIDES!! THIS IS A BOOTH FOR THAT PURPOSE!!!]

[But he crab walks practically away. Maybe to get his cellphone and at least secretly leave one of your people or someone you trust, like Poland or Ukraine or anyone, a voice mail or text message to come get you without really explaining or admitting anything before disappearing]

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he's in his undies right i think

SURE LET'S GO WITH THAT I never specified

works for MEE /STEEPLES FINGERS

what dignity

THE LAST bit he had until just now

WELL there it goes

Everything just went south /baddumtish

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