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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hetalia:_Axis_Powers
  Relationship:
      Denmark_(Hetalia)/Sweden_(Hetalia), Denmark/Norway, Denmark_(Hetalia)/
      Norway_(Hetalia)
  Character:
      Denmark_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Sweden_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Norway_
      (Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Iceland_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Finland_(Hetalia:
      Axis_Powers), iceland_and_finland_are_just_mentioned, along_with_a_couple
      of_other_characters_i_think
  Additional Tags:
      Historical_Hetalia, Historical, i'm_not_actually_sure_this_counts_as
      historical, but_it_aligns_with_history, Angst, I'm_Sorry, Rape/Non-con
      Elements
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      Published: 2016-10-31 Words: 2253
****** Cui Bono ******
by FriedrichTheGreatsFineAss
Summary
     "There's a tradition -- a traditional… ritual of sorts. If your
     country, your soldiers, win a battle, maybe they might take some
     land, you know. Well, it's supposed to be if you win the war. But we
     all, most of us did it after battles too. You and the other
     representative, you get to… take them."
     Mathias tells the story of Berwald and their shared, troubled
     history.
     [TW: nonexplicit noncon]
Notes
     [words in brackets are background noises]
     /words in slant are Norway in the background/
     Words without either are Denmark!
     Denmark = Mathias
     Norway = Lukas
     Sweden = Berwald
     Iceland = Emil
     Finland = Tino
     Germany/Prussia = Ludwig/Gilbert
See the end of the work for more notes
[The recording begins; the first several minutes are the sounds of static, and
the faint noises of someone fidgeting with the recording device.]
Hello? Is it on?
/Yes Mathias, it's on. It's been on for a while./
Oh, shit. Haha, whoops! [A hearty laugh.] Guess I'm not catchin’ on to this new
technology as well as the rest of ya.
/Do you still need me here? Or can I leave you to your lunacy?/
That's… yeah, go ahead. I've got it from here, ja. Tusind tak, Lukas.
[A door slams shut. An audible sigh, accompanied by a loud thump, like someone
sitting down.]
How do I start? Right. Ok. I'm Mathias Køhler, representative of Kongeriget
Danmark. It's December, 1976, and it's fucking freezing. Um. I've got some
things to get off my chest. [Clears their throat.] Maybe I should have prepared
a speech for this, or some shit.
Should I start by justifying what I'm trying to condemn? I can't really explain
it without sounding like I'm justifying it. Ja, i don't mean it if I do.
Ok, I'll stop -- I'll stop beating around the bush. There's a tradition -- a
traditional… ritual of sorts. Between representatives, that is. If your
country, your soldiers, win a battle, maybe they might take some land, you
know. Well, it's supposed to be if you win the war. But we all, most of us did
it after battles too. You and the other representative, you get to… take them.
You rape them.
Generally it's a pretty quick ordeal. 20 minutes in the bedroom, more symbolic
--power play, really -- than actual sexual gratification. And the loser just
has to sit there and take it.
That was the old days. After World War II, during the Cold War, it mostly
sizzled out. We modernized, we became ‘civilised’ call it what ye will.
I can't say I haven't done it myself. Especially during the Viking ages, as a
teen and all. England, Scotland, ya know. Neddy and I have banged, postwar, but
that was mostly consensual, mostly just havin’ a good time. [A cough.]
Norway, too, of course, we've both done it out, but we didn't need to much.
Mostly me an’ Berwald had it out for each other.
[Another cough.]
Sorry, sorry. Think I might be gettin’ ill, ja.
Anyways. Berwald. I guess… I guess he’s the one I’m here to talk about? Fuck, I
don’t. I don’t know. Is it letting my fears win if I admit it’s him this is
about? Is it letting myself down? I don’t know anymore. It’s about.
It’s about us.
Not in some romantic way, nej. Shit. Ok, I’m off topic.
So I don’t know when we first went to war. Or rather, I don’t remember. I’m
pretty sure I won it though. We were both kiddies, I knew how to wield my
battle-axe like a grown man, he was a fuckin’ ninja with his lil’ stick thing.
But we were still kids. I was older than him, though, probably twelve in human
years, he mighta been six or seven. Neither of us understood why this was
happening, all I knew was that we were thrown in a room together, locked in,
and the men outside sad that if I didn’t fuck him, they were gonna fuck both of
us.
Shit. Ok. I’m really. [A deep sigh, and a deep breath.]
I was old enough to know what I was supposed to do. Kids these days, they don’t
really have sex until sixteen or something, ja? Girls in those days, they were
married off at twelve, maybe. Boys a little older, yeah, but we still knew how
it went. A lot of my human friends got to visit a brothel for their twelfth
birthdays, the leaders’ sons and whatnot. I knew what I was supposed to do.
But that didn’t mean it felt right. We’re not biologically brothers. I don’t
think you can call us brothers in the actually sense of the word. But we had
been raised as brothers, and he was so young, and if it weren’t the fact that
it was me on him or several men on the both of us, I wouldn’t have ever done
it.
Shit, Berwald, I’m so sorry. A thousand years later, and I’m so sorry.
Ah well. Undskyld. Berwald got me back not much later. We aged pretty rapidly
for a period, and suddenly he was pinning me up against a wall and he might
have been nine? And I might have been, like, sixteen? Well, I was at least a
hundred already, but physically.
And he pushes me against the wall. He says, he said something along the lines
of “I’m stronger than you. My leaders, they say this will prove I’m stronger
than you, dirty ergi.”
[Hoarse laughter.]
Yeah, he was a bit wordier in those day. I remember he called me ergi, and I
was so offended. If it weren’t for the fact that my nation had lost, and that I
was paying the price, I woulda knocked him right there.
Anyways.
For the most part, in the beginning, it was just the tradition. We fought so
much. [More laughter.] Don’t we hold the record for the most wars between us
worldwide? More than France and England. And sometimes I’d win, and sometimes
he’d win. It was just something we had to do.
And then sometimes he’d win, and then sometimes he’d win, and then sometimes
he’d win and Denmark would have a losing streak for several decades and it,
just.
It was, it started, I think it started right after the dissolution of the
Kalmar Union. 1523 or something. And these things don’t take long. He hadn’t
taken longer than half an hour before.
Odin save me, he took a good four hours that night. And then shoved me out the
door completely naked. The next time I lost, he had a scarecrow with the
uniform he stole from me out front.
It got worse from there. I had kind of stopped with the ritual. You know. I’d
started a committed relationship with Lukas, in the 1300s, I wanted to be
monogamous. My people would approved and whatnot. Christian morals. I played
pranks instead, I lit his house on fire once? Demanded all of the butter in his
house once, made him sculpt it into a statue of Lukas. God, I loved that man.
Still do, but it’s not reciprocated anymore, I don’t think.
Was it ever, really?
Anyways. He’d keep me there for hours, tell me I couldn’t resist. And I’m a
strong guy. [A slight sniffle.] I am. If anyone else just came up, told me I
had no right to say no, I’d probably kill them right then and there.
But with Berwald, I couldn’t stop him. It was like, I was so conditioned to
losing, to submitting to him, that when he started coming over during times of
peace, what was I to do?
I fought back, of course. In the beginning, when he first came over, I grabbed
my battle axe and swang. And he caught the shaft with his bare hand. That must
have fucking hurt. Man, looking back, I’m honestly astonished that he didn’t
show pain, but at the time, ja, I was stunned with fright. My own brother
seemed a stranger, a bear looming over me, a god, and just like that, I had
lost my own war before I even got to fight. I was -- I was in shock, frozen,
the whole time he grabbed me and carried me to my own bedroom and --
After that I stopped fighting. I tried to run, make it to my bedroom or my
bathroom and lock the door -- damn, I’ve had at least six doors replaced
because he broke them down. And then I tried to run for the backdoor, just
once, and when I opened it, Russia was blocking my goddamn path, he paid off
fucking Russia for God knows how long, or maybe Russia was willing to do it for
free as long as he got a piece of the action, because he scooped me up by my
waist and carried me upstairs, and that… god, that might have been the second
worst night.
When he did genuinely win a war, he’d do more than fuck me. He’d bring me to
his house, for a week or so. A full month MIA, one time. Fuck me at night. Make
me bake during the day, it was the weirdest shit. Did you know he really loves
weinerbrød? The bread of my own peoples. When I refused to bake at first, he’d
fuck me right in the kitchen. If I baked something he didn’t like, he’d shove
my face in the pastries and hold me down there as he did it. If they were good,
he’d fuck me in the bedroom. If he really liked them, he’d wait several hours,
and leave off the kinky shit.
And I’m not sure if Berwald’s genuinely kinky, or if he got off to torturing
me, or if he was just caught up in the excitement. But gradually he started
adding in more shit -- gags, ropes, a few whips. Plugs, tails, collars, knives,
candles, do I need to go into specifics? I shouldn’t go into specifics, røv,
sorry. Something new each month, for years. Decades. A century?
I’m not sure just when it all started, but it all ended… 1814, I believe. The
treaty of Kiel, yeah. Ja. Norway was ceded to Sweden. He took us both to his
house that night, locked Lukas into his room, and took me on the door. Well,
first he shoved about a thousand dirty rags down my throat, and if he hadn’t
trained the gag reflex outta me I mighta gagged to death. I think it was -- to
intimidate Nor, Lukas, and to degrade me. And that was definitely the worst
night. I won’t, ah, go into details.
[A heavy, throaty cough.]
No, ah, details, ja, but he. Uh. Let’s just, well, let’s just say he. That he -
- and I -- there was. Ha. There’s some things that should not be shoved up
someone’s ass. I am. Experienced. In that manner.
Experienced, ha.
And I couldn’t scream. Usually he at least let me whimper or moan or whatever,
but this time there were so many layers of cloth that I couldn’t make any
noise. For hours, trapped between the door and him, blocked from my love who
was no longer mine.
He locked me in the basement that night, and when he dragged me out the next
morning, made me wear a collar and a skirt, Lukas wouldn’t look at me. Shot
dirty glances in our direction. It scared the shit out of me. I was worried
that he thought I was a whore, a dirty whore who wanted this, an unfaithful
whore.
[The speaker blows their nose.] Sorry, not sure where these tears came from. So
ja, ja. Now I don’t think that was the case, because that night, down in the
cellar, I heard shouting, not what was being said though. And the next morning
he kicked me out, no explanation, not a single word. And I wouldn’t hear from
him or Lu until over a year later. I returned to Emil that night, completely
broken. And he could tell.
Emil calls us up once a week, it’s really nice. A nice boy. He really is the
best country in the world, both personality-wise and literally. The greatest
son I could have had.
And I never received an apology or anything, but whenever we lost a skirmish,
he’d just return me home after negotiations. Wouldn’t touch me or anything.
And during World War II. Ludwig’s a wonderful kid too. He was forced to do
everything. Made sure Lu and I were locked up together, we weren’t lonely or
starved. Still fucked us both, though. His commander's’ orders. Gilbert didn’t
mind helping out as much.
And after it all, Berwald took us both to his house, and took care of us,
didn’t do a thing. I think -- I think he realized how much of an asshole he
was. Can I say he was an asshole? I feel like that’s simplifying things. Huh.
Tino helped a lot too, bless his soul. Never committed a sin in his life, risen
above his struggles.
This is the part where I forgive Berwald, right? Let go of all of that
internalized hate? Isn’t that part of the whole twisted therapy this is
supposed to be?
I don’t. Really. Hate him. I don’t think I ever did. I think it was mostly
fear, and that’s dissipated. Berwald’s like a real brother now, albeit a little
quiet. Yeah.
What else do I need to say? I mean, I’ve never told anyone. I bet he hasn’t.
Russia either doesn’t care or doesn’t know the whole story. Lukas knows summat,
but not all of it. Emil’s clueless, other than knowing somethin’ happened.
Really, it’s just me and this recording.
LUKAS? YOU THERE?
I doubt he can hear me. Um.
[The door opens.]
/Mathias. I’m… so sorry./
Oh, you heard. Ha.
/I didn’t mean to pry. What happened. It wasn’t fair to you./
No, but that’s life. And I’ve lived enough for several lives of pure agony.
It’s. Fine.
/Come here, you big idiot./
Lu--? Ok, hug. Right. Thank you for everything. I love you.
/Mathias… I love you too. I never stopped./
[The recording comes to an end.]
End Notes
     Hej hej!
     I don't condone rape in any way, shape or form.
     This is a quick drabble I came up with at random, and now it gets to
     be my first archive ^^;;
     Yes, it's meant to be super disjointed :P
     Please tell me about any errors! English is not my first language and
     I would like to catch all errors!
     Everyone writes Denmark as this evil asshole in his younger years and
     up until present day -- and I just don't see that. If we're talking
     historically and not at all Hetalia canon -- I can kind of get it.
     Denmark as a country has done some shitty things, especially to
     Norway and Sweden. Sweden has done lots of horrible things to both,
     and to Finland! Almost as much, if not more, than Denmark has to
     Norway! So why is it that Denmark gets all the abusive traits, when
     countries like England/UK get jackshit? Like if anything, fifty
     percent of historical UK fics should be Arthur being a gigantic,
     abusive asshole to everyone ever. But instead, people like writing
     Denmark as the jerk, for some reason. Maybe because they like Norway
     or Sweden or Iceland better or something, and like to put Denmark
     down?
     Or maybe I'm just a salty Dane myself ^^;;
     Sorry for ranting! Thank you for reading my disgusting, sinful,
     twisted fanfic! You're all lovely people!
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