Sooooo, this fanfiction is made for my friend PrussiaVitalRegions. Hope you enjoy it, dudes. I am not used to writing lemons *excuses* so this was a nice challenge.

Months I had been fighting this war for my people; serving with all the strength and pride I could muster. Anything to encourage my people to fight for what is right. For freedom. Now it seems all that has gone to waste as I serve my time under the whims of my capturer. Japan. He was once a dear friend; gentle and kind.Or at least I considered him to be so (even with political scuffles here and there). With the start of the war, he had allied with Germany and began invading areas in the Asian-pacific region. Now I sit here wondering where I slipped up to let the growing nation overpower me. I was accompanying a transfer unit on it's way to the docks to hand over weaponry to the Brits when my squadron was intercepted. Weapons and my freedom were stolen that day. It has been three months give or take with no clock only the time when the screaming stopped could indicate whether it was early morning or not. I am sitting among rats and the leftovers from past prisoners they deemed 'important'. You see they stuck me in the basement underneath the 'testing rooms' for being a nation. The walls are not thick enough. Every night I still hear the screams and whimpers of other strong men and women being torn away from reality and becoming more and more devoid of emotion. Every once in a while the screaming stops but it is only the calm before the storm as the next batch is ready to be beaten and raped by the hands of Japan and his men.

The bars were thick and rusted; the entire floor paved in off-white tiles. Scarlet blood was caked in between the cracks and it smeared over the waxy coating. No sunlight was present and no warmth for comfort. The only visible source was a flickering, dim ceiling lamp that offered no reassurance for what was to come.

My appearance certainly seemed ragged and dishevelled, a poor sight that reflected badly on my country. My hair held no form even the usually untameable Nantucket was askew and withered. My clothing was at bare minimum clothing. It was dull grey and loose fitting, made with the sort of material that makes you feel like a dentist. My feet were left exposed to the rough footing; they were masked with sores, blood and a tinge of frosty blue. Japan revelled in this glory. Speak of the devil in more ways than one, this was hell on earth! His midnight black hair swayed with movement like a hypnotic void. His heeled shoes could be heard from down the hall announcing his grand appearance.

"Herro America nice of you to join us,"                                                                                                                           His shallow voice echoed throughout the corridors. Keys rattled before finally unlocking the gate sending it screeching and scraping the floor. Slowly glided forwards in my direction; he was at my height, crouching down to eye level. His face was so close I can feel his breathing down my neck. The sensation sent shivers down my spine. His eyes sparkle with a sort of determined glimmer. This is not the Japan I know... and love. His cold but soft hands glided over the side of my face. It is hard to believe these hands belong to a soldier. 

"This can go one of two ways: one, you tell me your plans for war and disclose what England is planning. Two I force you to". The smirk on his face widened. "Never!" I knew that forcing me to probably included beating and torture but I wouldn't defy my country over a threat. "The hard way it is then". He leaned further towards me nipping my bottom lip and revealing rope and a gag. It took him no time at all to tie me to the cell bar. My wrists were restrained and my mouth blocked muffling all noise. With little effort I was completely exposed but rather than feeling cold it felt as if fire was running through my veins. I could feel my figure rising; the enclosing space didn't help. This was unlike punishment I faced before so I begin to think there were ulterior motives behind this. His hands moved over my body inching lower and lower, I followed them trying to avoid his eyes. This was quickly busted as he kept one hand on my figure and one to grab my chin to face him. No matter how much I writhed against the restraints I was completely overpowered. "Do think this will work. I need that information you see."His tone, yet bitter, seemed to heat up my face. Every reaction, movement, flinch, he noticed and learned from it; The smile unmoving. His hand moved up and down faster and faster. My moans were muffled until the gad was ripped from my face. I convulsed forward. Japan came away and I let go. A white liquid was apparent on the floor. I screamed a time of day and location. Enough to give away an entire attack and possible victory. The info would be passed along and put dad at risk. Now I was stuck curled up on the floor knowing I couldn't warn them. Even worse I fell for Japan. He had me wrapped around him; I was a dictionary opened up at his whim. He had full control over every wish, want or emotion. Now I join the screaming of my fellow soldiers.