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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hetalia:_Axis_Powers
  Relationship:
      America_(Hetalia)/2P_Canada/_2P_America
  Character:
      Canada_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), America_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), 2P
      America, 2P_Canada
  Additional Tags:
      yes_I_made_a_Canada_sandwich, Incest, Rape, nobody_wants_this
  Series:
      Part 5 of Vinland
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-15 Words: 1071
****** War of 1812 ******
by SoraMoto
Summary
     This is a deleted scene from North American Mother: 2P Version.
Allen and Matthew looked up at their brothers as they were thrown onto the
floor of the officer’s tent they shared. Both were dressed in green uniforms
while Matthew and Allen were dressed in their civilian clothes, white button
down shirts, suspenders and brown slacks, and bound by coarse rope. Matthew
looked scared as he saw his older looking brothers staring them both down,
fearful of what may be about to happen. Allen meanwhile was glaring at the
other two.
“What the hell is wrong with you two!”
“The boss wants you two to join the United States.”
“Bu but we already said we wouldn’t, we can’t.”
“Why not! Don’t you want to be a family all together again?”
“And what about Madeline!”
“Maddie?”
“Where is she? She’s supposed to come too.”
Matthew curls up into a ball as he answers. “Arthur. He took her away after you
two fought your revolution. He said it was so we would stay in line.”
“If we leave he’ll hurt her.”
Silence reigned as the older looking brothers stared down in shock at the
younger looking brothers.
“He wouldn’t really...”
“He would.” The dark haired of the two standing brothers steps forward to grab
Allen’s hair. “We still have to claim your lands, maybe if its against your
will Arthur won’t hurt Madeline.”
“Allen! Fred, stop!”
The lighter haired of the older brothers steps forward and pulls Matthew away
and puts him in a corner of the tent. “It only has to be one of them, right?”
“Yeah, I think. We just both have to do it at the same time.”
“Wait, what are you talking about?”
Fred drags Allen over to the cot in the tent while Alfred pulls out a knife.
Allen and Matthew’s eyes widen at the site and Allen begins to struggle against
his brothers.
“Stop! Don’t! Alfred! Fred!”
“We’re sorry.”
As panic wells in Allen’s eyes Fred holds him still as Alfred brings the knife
in to cut away his clothes. Allen then realizes this is worse than he first
thought and continues to beg for them to stop, to reconsider. Matthew Manages
to pick up on what is happening and tries to get up to help his twin.
“Allen!”
“It only has to be one of you.”
“Or both of you.”
“Do you want us to do this to Matthew instead of you, with you?”
“No...” Allen’s voice waivers as he answers and hangs his head. Matthew stops
struggling as he realizes what his older looking brothers are doing. He was the
delicate one, the one Madeline was always coddling. Regardless of them all
being the same age he was treated as the baby of the family and now he was
going to have to watch his older looking brothers rape his twin because of it.
“Please, Alfred, Fred. There has to be some other way.”
“There isn’t.”
“Boss said we had to both claim Canada for our own. That means,”
“There is no other way.”
Allen’s clothes had been completely removed and Alfred was now setting the
knife down and getting a small glass bottle of something. He uncorked it and
poured a small amount of its contents onto his fingers as Fred spread Allen’s
legs. This opened him up to Alfred who knelt between them and began to probe at
the tight budding of muscle.
“The olive oil should help, but you need to try to relax Allen.”
“Its going to hurt regardless, but relaxing will ease it some.”
Allen had begun to silently cry when Alfred began pushing his fingers in and
out, stretching him. He nods at the advice of his brothers and tries to relax.
When Alfred feels Allen is stretched enough he pours some of the oil onto his
own member, just barely hard, and hands it to Fred. The darker of the older
looking twins takes the bottle and oils himself up as well before the bottle is
recorked and both brothers maneuver themselves to be at Allen’s entrance.
“One at a time.”
“Right.”
Fred pushes in first, his still soft member stiffening as the tight friction
begins to arouse him. Once he is fully in they stay still for Allen to adjust
to the intrusion before Alfred begins to push in alongside his twin’s member.
Allen groans at the pain as he feels his brothers fill him up and begin to
harden inside of him. He was somewhat relieved that neither seemed to really
want to do this, if their flaccid members were anything to go by. Despite their
lack of interest in their activity, their bodies were still reacting, probably
due to their being physically sixteen. And teenage hormones did strange things.
The older looking twins began to move, rocking slowly and building up speed as
they began to find pleasure in their actions. They whispered apologies as the
pace picked up and before long they found themselves spilling into Allen’s anus
and breathing harshly as they leaned against the smaller boy. Carefully they
removed themselves and cleaned Allen up before cleaning up themselves and
redressing. The cut Allen free and helped him to redress himself. Once done
they left saying something about getting food for the two. Matthew looked up at
Allen, no tears in his eyes as he locked eyes with his brother’s bloodshot
ones.
Allen hadn’t stopped crying once he had started. He hurt all over it seemed and
he just wanted to curl up where he was and rot away. Locking eyes with his twin
he was shocked to see the determination in them.
“Allen, untie me. We’re leaving.”
“But...”
“But nothing, we aren’t staying here. Even if they didn’t want to, what they
did to you just now...” Matthew was cut off by a growl of his own making.
Allen’s eyes widen in shock and fear at seeing his kind, gentle, crybaby of a
twin actually pissed off beyond reason. It was like someone had reversed their
roles. allen nods and grabs the knife to cut Matthew free. Matthew then takes
the knife from him and takes his hand.
“Let’s go.”
Both boys are surprised to find the tent unguarded and easily sneak out of the
American camp. They hurry to the woods, Allen stumbling as pain courses up his
spine from his anus. Matthew never released his hand, not even when they found
the British encampment miles from the one they had escaped.
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