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-Alright! I'm just going to start an entire Dark Hetalia Series for the people with 2 votes or higher xD So the people I will be writing about will be Romano, Germany, Italy, Spain, Russia, the Italian brothers, and the German brothers. Dark!Russia has the highest votes so far, so I'll write about him first. Then Dark!German brothers. After that I will write according to how I feel. XD But yeah, Russia is pretty dark in this. And I do not support rape or con-non or anything like that, it's just a fanfiction >.> but my brain supports fanfic con-non
WARNING: Sexual references (but I know you guys like it xD)
I do not own Hetalia, the Characters, or You*
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"Oh, Latvia~ Could come here a moment, please?~"

The small, shivering nation froze at the voice of his superior. He felt like a cloud of frigid aura washed over him, engulfing his body and freezing it in place. But he couldn't just stand there with his tail between his legs, or else his overseer would find him; he didn't want to know what would happen to him in that case.

"C-coming M-Mr. Russia, sir," he choked out, balling his hands into fists as he forced his legs to move from their place in the elegant kitchen to the decorated living room.

The room was dark, the curtains pulled shut to hide the sun; however, there was a small flickering light near the fireplace, the light escaping around the tall nation's form. It casted an odd shadow across the wall behind him, one of mixed shapes and movements.

Latvia approached cautiously, taking single steps at a time as he held his hands together tightly. His palms grew clammy as his body shivered more with every step he took towards the Russian. "W-what is it you needed, s-sir?"

Russia simply kept his gaze on the flames of the fire, a small, sadistic smile cracked on his lips as the blazes glowed in his orbs. From the way he stood above the fire, he could feel the bottom of his face welcoming the warmth while the upper of his face was hid from the light; he always received some weird form of enjoyment from that.

"You are a small country, da?" he asked innocently, his gaze never leaving the burning wood as the flames danced harmoniously.

"Y-yes, sir. Why d-do you ask?" the small boy squeaked out, his eyes concentrated on the man. He could begin to feel tears prick the edges of his eyes, a small burning sensation starting in the bridge of his nose.

Russia gave a single, small "he", his body jerking at the sudden sound. "Small people like to play games, da?"

"I b-believe so."

"Then you like to play games, Latvia?" Russia asked, his tone growing higher. Latvia felt like his chest was about to explode in a heart attack, his knees ready to give out.

"I-I do."

"Good. Then I would like for you to play a little game; a scavenger hunt for me," Russia spoke cheerfully as he turned around, his eyes darkened with malice as his face remained calm and collected, staring down at the boy for his reaction. When he saw the boy tense, he continued. "I want you to bring _____ to me," Russia instructed, his expression softening slightly. "I believe we are ready for her to join the three of us here, don't you think?" he asked, a small smirk playing on his chapped lips.

Latvia suddenly felt something besides fear: sympathy. He didn't want to know what the man would do to you, but what would happen to himself if he didn't carry out Russia's orders? Perhaps he wasn't going to do anything bad; after all, he, Lithuania, and Estonia were still alive. That counted for something, right?

"O-okay," Latvia spoke as he turned towards the door to leave. His steps felt like lead, making an earsplitting sound against the silence of the room, save for the crackling and few pops from the fire. Russia watched the boy until he made it to the door.

"Before you go, I would like to warn you," he paused, seeing Latvia freeze in his steps. "You must go alone, and bring her back with you. I will keep Estonia and Lithuania here until you return, and if you don't, I'm going to make sure that they have a not-so-painless experience with a 'friend' of mine," he spoke with venom in his words, his violet eyes flickering over to the cold, metal pipe that lay propped against his wooden dresser.

Latvia's eyes widened as he resisted the urge to turn around. He then gave a quick "I understand", and left the room as soon as he could. He had to find you before it was too late.

~

Latvia was screaming mentally as he his knuckles beat against the wood of your front door, hoping by some chance that a miracle would happen. All he needed was a miracle, to get him and his friends out of this mess and away from Russia.

The door suddenly opened to a more-than-cheerful _____; it broke his heart. "Oh, Latvia! What brings you here?"

Latvia looked down as he swallowed thickly, his palms growing sweaty again. "I-I wanted to know if you were available."

Your smile never wavered. "Yeah, I just got done cleaning out my room, actually. So I'm free for the rest of the day."

Latvia wanted to cry, to warn you about Russia and expose his intentions, "Do you think you could come over for a little while then?"

Please say no. "Absolutely!"

~

Latvia opened the door to the Russian's massive household, feeling the emptiness and regret already take over his mind. He didn't want this to happen to you, to someone so innocent and pure, but he was too terrified to stand up against Russia. Latvia knew it was a selfish thought, but he has had to deal with the Russian for much longer than you had; it was the only natural thing for him to think.

"Welcome, _____," Lithuania spoke shakily as he and Estonia made their ways to the front door. You looked up at them, seeing their small smiles, and smiled brightly at them. It was then you noticed them shaking, and felt it was a bit chilly in the room, but it wasn't enough to make you shiver.

"Hello, Lithuania, Estonia," you greeted both of them happily. You moved forward, your arms starting to spread out as you made the motion to hug them. However, before you could make a complete step towards them, another voice sounded from behind them. Suddenly, you felt a wave of frigid air.

"Privyet, _____," a soft, innocent voice spoke. Your smile brightened as you looked back to see Russia standing there, a small grin on his face. Then he spread his large arms open, welcoming you to his embrace. Without giving a second thought, you made your way over to him with a skip in your step. When you wrapped your arms around his torso, his arms securely wrapped around your form, his grip immediately tightening to the point it took your breath away.

With a soft gasp that was barely audible, you felt Russia's grip soften slightly before releasing you, almost like he was hesitant to let you go. When he did, he moved his hands to your shoulders, keeping you at arm's reach.

"It is good to see you again," he smiled softly down at you. Then you noticed how darkened his features looked, and how his eyes seemed to be the only thing giving off light, but it wasn't exactly a happy light.

"Yeah, it's been awhile, huh? W-well, since the last World Meeting a few weeks ago," you tripped over your words as you kept his heated gaze. Something was off about Russia today, and you didn't like it.

"Da, far too long," he continued, his hands never leaving your shoulder. You were growing nervous of his actions, fearful of what he might be planning. After all, why would he randomly call you over to his house without wanting something from you? Maybe it was best to ask.

"So, why did you invite me over?" you asked him. Almost instantly his smile turned into a cold smirk, his eyes narrowing softly to add to his ominous appearance, his grip on your shoulders tightening. You could feel his nails digging into the clothing harshly and your heart stopped.

"I would explain it to you, but I think it would be much easier to show you," he told you in a low voice, his accent very prominent. Before you could say anything else to him, one of his hands dropped to your wrist and grabbed it tightly, his other hands dropping as he began to pull you behind him after he turned on his heel, heading down a darkened hall.

Your heart drummed against your ears mercilessly as you turned back, looking at the Baltics with pleading looks. However, when you saw their looks of apology and regret, your heart dropped. Russia was going to do something terrible to you, and there was nothing they could do to help you.

Your thoughts were torn from you when Russia gave your hand a good yank, nearly pulling you off your feet and onto the floor. You stumbled a bit as he continued to drag you, fear evident in your being as he continued down the elegant hallway to a large wooden door. Grabbing the handle and throwing the door open, he didn't even spare you a glance as he pulled you into the room with him.

His violet eyes danced back and forth as he searched for something. You heard him give a low grumble of irritation before a sound of realization. His grip never wavering, he pulled you behind him once again as he made his way over to the large bed.

Eyes growing wide, you put all your strength into your feet as you attempted to break free of his grip on your wrists. He abruptly stopped at your attempts, but soon gave your wrist a squeeze before he pushed you over to the mattress. There, with little effort, he pushed your form onto the bed, your back pressed against the soft sheets. Soon, he started crawling over you as he removed his scarf. Kicking and protesting, you tried your best to get him off of you, but he only seemed to enjoy it more. With his scarf, he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them to the headboard, tying them into the scarf securely.

You watched in horror as he retreated from his spot on the bed to close and lock the door; followed by him taking off most of his clothes, save for his boxers. He was really serious about what he was about to do, and unfortunately, you had a pretty good idea of what that was going to be.

"Don't worry, _____," his voice sounded sweet once again as he seductively crawled back onto, his weight causing the bed to creak lightly and sway with his motions. He continued his advance until his face was over yours, his dark eyes gazing down into yours with pure lust. His words were hard to obey because, frankly, it was hard for you to do anything but worry. "I'm only doing this for you. I know that this is what we both want," his innocent looking smile stretching into a dark smirk.

"W-what do you mean? What we both want?" you asked him, taking deep breaths in your words to try and calm yourself, but that wasn't going to be possible with a nearly naked man over you who was planning on taking advantage of you.

He gave a small, throaty chuckle as he closed his eyes, as if memorizing the situation. He then reopened them, giving you a look that said "you didn't know this already?". He began in his somewhat innocent voice, "Of course. I know you've been wanting me; I could tell by the way you looked at me during the meetings. And to be honest, I've wanted you for a while now. So, I'm going to do what we both want," he grinned, "and you will become one with Russia, whether you agree or not. Because in the end, you will belong to me."

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