Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers: Hetalia or any of it's characters. The only thing I own is a few OC's scattered here and there.

WARNINGS: There will be MPREG in this story meaning that one of the MALES in my story is already or WILL BECOME PREGNANT. I am well aware that many people are uncomfortable with this type of story and therefore uncomfortable reading it. This is fair WARNING so that you can make the decision to HIT THE BACK BUTTON now instead of flaming me. I am perfectly aware that men can't get pregnant in the real world. That is why this is called FANFICTION. There is also SLASH of the M/M variety, and it takes place in a slightly AU.

Also: The first chapter of this fic contains an explicit rape scene. So if you are uncomfortable with this type of thing, then please HIT THE BACK BUTTON NOW. And save us all a whole lot of trouble.

A/N: now that all of that is out of the way. I'd just like to say thank you so much for taking time out to read this (or skim through it like I often do with some stories). This is actually my first story, and I have to admit I am a bit anxious to hear what everyone thinks of it. If I get enough positive feedback I'll post the next chapter. k?

One of these mornings
It won't be very long
They will look for me
And I'll be gone.
One of These Mornings -Moby feat. Patti LaBelle.

Quiet footsteps whispered through the Turkish castle. There was not a hint of confusion or miscalculation as he slipped through the maze of hallways and tunnels that led towards the Prince's chambers.

He opened the double doors cautiously, so as to not yet wake the slumbering prince, before quietly shutting them behind him.

His eyes surveyed the large room, not taking the time to admire the extravagant clash of colors and Turkish designs as he had seen it many times before. He felt that its beauty no longer held the same charm as it had many years ago. Not that he was ever allowed into the prince's room. No one was allowed to be alone with the prince, except for, perhaps, the king of course. Only few were known to be an exception. The king was, and has always been, quite protective of his young lover.

The room was similar in it's lush Turkish design to the rest of the castle, the only difference being a few touches of Grecian art and tall wooden shelves that were stacked to the brim with books of every kind. Not to mention all of the cats lying about. His attention was immediately drawn towards the centre of the room to the large bed. Or, more precisely, to what was lying in the bed.

'Mmmmh, there he is.' the man thought hungrily, eyeing the young man on the bed for a few more moments before making any advances.

He began to approach the large bed cautiously, almost as if he were a tiger stalking its prey. He took small soundless steps, careful as to not step on any of the slumbering cats littered across the room, leaving not a trace of evidence in his wake.

He noticed a small bowl of what was likely massage oil being warmed under a heat lamp on the bedside table. He also noticed that the young Greek was as naked as a newborn, the fine silk sheets riding dangerously low on his hips. The man scoffed quietly.

'Such whoreish behavior! Not only does the king have the audacity to bed such a wench, but to actually propose his hand in marriage! Bah!'

Oh, but perhaps the biggest betrayal of all came a few weeks ago when the younger man had seduced the foolish king and used Grecian magic to impregnate himself.

'Disgusting.'

Still, there was no use in denying that the young Greek was beautiful, quite possibly the most exquisite creature in all the lands, even to the most biased of eyes. With his creamy olive toned skin that even now the man couldn't help but relish in how it somehow seemed to glow under the moonlight, lean and delicate body that accentuated beautifully with his slightly wider than normal hips, endearingly disheveled hair, and piercing emerald green eyes. Surely a prize fit for a king. He could think of no one in their right mind who would decline even a night in the king's bed.

But that is not what a proper spouse was!

A proper spouse was meant to be pleasant to look at, but ultimately fade into the background. She was meant to be mild and quiet, giving her all to her husband and expecting nothing in return. She was not meant to be a sexual deviant. She was not meant to discuss political affairs with the king or any of the king's advisers, as if she were their equal! Nothing at all like the exotic and opinionated Greek.

When the man finally reached his destination, he couldn't help but smile eagerly at the sight before him. He slowly crawled onto the bed that rocked slightly under his weight, and shoved away the prince's beloved cats.

He noticed that many of them began mewling angrily at the intruder. Of course, this was all unknown to the prince.

He positioned himself behind the younger man, rubbing his calloused hands over the prince's smooth thighs all the way to his plump backside.

The man smiled to himself as he felt the prince begin to drift into consciousness.

"Mmmmmmh, Sadiq." the Greek purred sleepily under his "lovers" wandering hands. "You're home early."

The man didn't bother trying to mask his excitement, as he continued to inhale you young princes intoxicating scent, his hands shamelessly groping the other's tender and naked flesh.

Heracles chuckled softly, leaning eagerly into his 'lover's' soft caresses. It had been so long...

The prince shuddered as he felt a thick finger begin to probe his tight entrance.

"Love, the oil on the table..."

The younger man began to turn around, as quickly as his tired body would allow him, so that he could welcome his love home properly.

"I missed you so mu-."

The soft words of endearment died on the Greek's thin lips, as he realized that the man behind him was not his lover at all, but a man he had never seen in his life!

Heracles froze. 'Who the hell is this!?'

A rush of pure panic coursed through the Greek's veins. The man did nothing but stare, his features dimmed only by the small light on the bedside table, but Heracles could still make out the small devious smile that outlined his face. Heracles had managed to find his voice, anger and fear somehow seeming to meld together.

"Just what do you think you're do-"

His word were once again cut off by the man slamming his lips against the prince's own, pinning his thin form against the wave of panic rushed through the young prince, this time much stronger as the man pinned his wrists above him, snatching the duvet from his form, revealing him completely nude.

Heracles began to scream, as surely there had to be a guard stationed outside of his door. His screams were cut short as the man tore a piece from the fine sheets, shoving it painfully into the prince's mouth, then tearing another piece and wrapping it around his head for good measure.

"Who are you?! " Heracles managed a muffled scream despite the other hand that was currently cutting off a large amount of his circulation, as well as the makeshift gag. He felt himself begin to go lightheaded before the man shook him from his daze.

The man didn't answer, instead beginning to unbuckle his pants, pulling his already hardened flesh from its confines.

Heracles' eyes widened in horror, as he began to thrash about in the unknown man's grasp. He was desperate to escape, but the death grip the man had on his wrist made this impossible. The man began to use his other hand to spread the Greek's creamy thighs wide open.

A harsh slap was delivered directly to the prince's face for his resistance. A bruise began forming on his cheek almost immediately. Heracles began to whimper uncontrollably as he felt the man position himself.

Oh Gods!! Sadiq, Sadiq, Sadiq, Sadiq, Sadiq, Sadiq, Sadiq, Sadiq, Sadiq, Sadiq, Sadiq, Sadiq.' His lover's name was like a mantra he chanted over and over again in his head.

The man slammed into the prince's unprepared body. Had it not been for the gag a shrill scream of pure agony would have ripped its way from the Greek's throat, as the man continued without hesitation.

"Look at me, you whore!" the man growled savagely, gripping the smaller man once again by the neck, snapping it in his direction so that Heracles could look dead in the eyes of his attacker.

Heracles' eyes widened in realization. This wasn't just any man. This was one of the guards!

The man met the young prince's terrified eyes with his own piercing stare, licking his chapped lips ever so slightly at the satisfaction of finally being able to pound into the other's tight heat.

"Yea, that's right." He moaned in a tone so vulgar it should be considered illegal, all while continuing to thrust wildly into the lean body beneath him. "You know who I am, don'tcha?"

A broken sob managed to escape the younger man's lips.

Not feeling satisfied at not being answered, the man gave a particularly rough thrust, causing the bed to begin rocking violently under his ministrations.

"I said, don'tcha?!"

The younger man groaned in agony. He had not been taken in weeks, not since his lover had left on his trip to Egypt.

"Y-you're a g-guard!" the young prince choked, his voice still muffled by the gag. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

"That's right." the man whispered clearly.

Heracles couldn't believe his ears! He didn't know many of the castle guards personally, but he still trusted them! So did Sadiq. They had all showed him nothing but kindness from the day he had arrived here. His heart tugged painfully in his chest at this betrayal.

"I said look at me, dammit!" The man screeched. His rage and lust fueled voice resounded fiercely throughout the lush bedroom when the smaller man had closed his eyes, in a desperate attempt to escape the agony coursing through him.

The attacker's eyes glimmered in grim satisfaction as real tears began to fall from the prince's pitiful gaze.

"You deserve this, you know!" He whispered harshly in the Greek's ears, whose pained sobs were steadily getting louder and louder with each thrust.

"The way you flaunt yourself about the castle like a common whore!" A terrifying glint shone in his eye. "So why shouldn't you be fucked like one?"

With that the man set a maddening pace, fucking the younger man with all the strength he could muster. He smiled as he felt blood oozing down the young prince's leg, staining the clean sheets, and hearing the Greek's howls of pain through the gag. It was such a wonderful feeling.

Suddenly the man felt his "lover" go limp beneath him. The shrieks of agony had ceased, as well as any form of resistance from the young prince.

The man chuckled to himself, and since he no longer had to worry about the young prince trying to fight him off, he released the cruel grip he had on the Greek's now bruised wrists. They remained intertwined awkwardly above his head, and his face contorted in silent agony as well as the sticky remnants of tears drying on his face.

The man took time to admire the younger man. He kissed the prince's lips gently, relishing in how soft and warm they still were, before continuing with his previous movements. All traces of tenderness faded once more as both of his hands gripped the other's hips tightly, pounding harshly into the smaller man's now unconscious body. The man groaned loudly, feeling himself inching closer and closer to the brink, as he pounded relentlessly into the smaller body beneath him.

There was no longer any time to waste. The king would be arriving home by morning, and directly to his lover's bed chambers, no doubt. The last thing he needed was for the king to find his beloved battered and bleeding under one of his supposedly trusted guards. No doubt that the king would go into a blind rage and have him exiled... or worse.

The man gulped slightly, despite the euphoric sensation pulsing through him. He had to get out of here, and quick. His life depended on it.

The man threw his head back, his climax washing over him like a thousand tidal waves. He rode out his orgasm quickly, no time to linger on at the bliss coursing through him. He immediately began to gather himself. That treat had indeed wasted a bit of time, and time was certainly not something to be taken lightly, especially not when the distinct call of roosters began to hum quietly from the town below. He wiped himself clean with the silken duvet, letting his seed and a heavy stream of blood drip from inside of the still unconscious prince. A swell of pride welled up inside him at the sight. Only one other man could truthfully say that they had felt the velvet tightness of the Greek.

The call of yet another rooster shook him from his daze, as he gathered the younger man in his arms, draping a thin sheet half heartedly around his waist. In his haste, the guard accidentally spilled the massage oil to the floor, shattering the small bowl into pieces. The man continued onto his path to the door and out of the castle, the prince thrown casually over his shoulder, confident that the least of the king's worries would be because of a piece of shattered china.

to be continued...