Ladonia had never liked mornings. Mornings meant having to wake up and get out of bed. Mornings meant Sealand and Hanatamago coming into his room and yelling at him until he crawled out of bed.
However, he’d never been happier than when the man’s alarm clock went off the next morning. He’d been awake all night, lying rigid in the man’s arms. He could barely move because of the pain between his legs. With each movement, a horrible pain moved up his spine and made him want to cry.
“Good morning,” the man’s voice was rough from sleep, “Didn’t you sleep well, my little nation?”
Ladonia shuddered when he felt the man’s hands moving down his torso. The corset was still tight around his waist and the skirt still rested on his hips from when the man had pushed it up the night before.
“I think we should get you dressed into something more presentable to take you home in,” the man said, sitting up and pulling Ladonia with him, “Look at you; you’ve made such a mess of yourself.”
He slid the pins out from under the wig before gently removing it and setting it aside. Ladonia felt strangely bare without the feeling of the long hair against his neck and shoulders.
“Amazing what a difference the hair made,” said the man, “Let’s get all this off of your face.”
He got out of bed before scooping Ladonia up into his arms. Ladonia squirmed in discomfort; he was in pain and he didn’t want to be in this man’s arms that had become too familiar for his comfort.
“Oh, little nation, I’m sorry,” the man cooed, nuzzling Ladonia’s cheek, “I got carried away, didn’t I? I forgot it was your first time.”
“Take me home,” said Ladonia, pushing the man’s face away, “I want to go home, damn it!”
“What, you want to go home to daddy?” said the man, tightening his hold on Ladonia as he carried the micronation through to the bathroom, “Give up that little bit of independence I’ve given you so that he’ll kiss you and cuddle you and tell you that the world is sunshine and rainbows as long as you stay under his control?”
Ladonia fell silent at that; he did want Sweden to hold him and tell him everything would be all right. He wasn’t a baby anymore. He didn’t need Sweden.
The man set him down on the tiled floor of the bathroom and knelt alongside him to unlace the dress and ease it off of him.
“Oh, Lord, that’s a lot of blood,” the man said, “Didn’t think you were that fragile.”
Ladonia drew his knees up to his chest, trying to hide it. He didn’t want to see how much he’d been bleeding. He didn’t want to see how much he’d been damaged.
The man slowly loosened the corset and Ladonia sucked in the deepest breaths he could. He didn’t particularly care that he was completely naked; he cared that he could breathe. He felt like the corset had bruised him inside and out.
“Feel better?” the man asked, turning to root through the bathroom cupboard, “Let’s clean you up then.”
He turned back, his eyes looking down to Ladonia’s legs, “Looks like you need a shower as well.”
“This is your fault,” Ladonia whispered, “You did this.”
“Maybe,” said the man, “But I did it all for you.”
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However, he’d never been happier than when the man’s alarm clock went off the next morning. He’d been awake all night, lying rigid in the man’s arms. He could barely move because of the pain between his legs. With each movement, a horrible pain moved up his spine and made him want to cry.
“Good morning,” the man’s voice was rough from sleep, “Didn’t you sleep well, my little nation?”
Ladonia shuddered when he felt the man’s hands moving down his torso. The corset was still tight around his waist and the skirt still rested on his hips from when the man had pushed it up the night before.
“I think we should get you dressed into something more presentable to take you home in,” the man said, sitting up and pulling Ladonia with him, “Look at you; you’ve made such a mess of yourself.”
He slid the pins out from under the wig before gently removing it and setting it aside. Ladonia felt strangely bare without the feeling of the long hair against his neck and shoulders.
“Amazing what a difference the hair made,” said the man, “Let’s get all this off of your face.”
He got out of bed before scooping Ladonia up into his arms. Ladonia squirmed in discomfort; he was in pain and he didn’t want to be in this man’s arms that had become too familiar for his comfort.
“Oh, little nation, I’m sorry,” the man cooed, nuzzling Ladonia’s cheek, “I got carried away, didn’t I? I forgot it was your first time.”
“Take me home,” said Ladonia, pushing the man’s face away, “I want to go home, damn it!”
“What, you want to go home to daddy?” said the man, tightening his hold on Ladonia as he carried the micronation through to the bathroom, “Give up that little bit of independence I’ve given you so that he’ll kiss you and cuddle you and tell you that the world is sunshine and rainbows as long as you stay under his control?”
Ladonia fell silent at that; he did want Sweden to hold him and tell him everything would be all right. He wasn’t a baby anymore. He didn’t need Sweden.
The man set him down on the tiled floor of the bathroom and knelt alongside him to unlace the dress and ease it off of him.
“Oh, Lord, that’s a lot of blood,” the man said, “Didn’t think you were that fragile.”
Ladonia drew his knees up to his chest, trying to hide it. He didn’t want to see how much he’d been bleeding. He didn’t want to see how much he’d been damaged.
The man slowly loosened the corset and Ladonia sucked in the deepest breaths he could. He didn’t particularly care that he was completely naked; he cared that he could breathe. He felt like the corset had bruised him inside and out.
“Feel better?” the man asked, turning to root through the bathroom cupboard, “Let’s clean you up then.”
He turned back, his eyes looking down to Ladonia’s legs, “Looks like you need a shower as well.”
“This is your fault,” Ladonia whispered, “You did this.”
“Maybe,” said the man, “But I did it all for you.”