aphanon_meme | part 349 heart shaped chocolates

part 349 heart shaped chocolates

Hi meme! Happy Valentine's day! I hope you have a sweet one. (Get it? Sweet? Because... chocolates and candies. Yeahhh.) Sadly, I don't think a candle in the window for Himaruya has led him home--yet. It's all very romantically tragic. Or tragically romantic. I don't know.

Enjoy part 349!

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[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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part 349 heart shaped chocolates

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