Victoria Williams walked quietly into the room that the mysterious person disappeared into. She was investigating a mental asylum when she saw, out of the corner of her eye someone, with ice blonde hair, and red eyes. She had ice blonde hair and violet eyes and a slim figure. She normally wore her uniform, consisting of a black dress coat with the Canadian flag on the shoulder and a pair of black pants tucked into a pair of white boots with black tips. Only today she was wearing a pair of jeans and a red tee shirt with red converse, completing a dare given to her by her brother Alfred Jones. She had to stay in the local insane asylum over night. She was in one of the cells when she heard some sounds coming from down the hall, and decided to follow it. She was currently being led into a dark dank room by the mysterious figure. He was leading her over to the table in the center of the room.
She cringed as the man patted the table, the metallic sound echoing throughout the room.
His crimson eyes burned through her as she stepped cautiously towards the table where her captor was waiting.
She pulled herself up onto the table and he placed a hand on her chest. Pushing her down onto the table and fastening her hands to it. She struggled against her captors hands, to no avail. He fingered the black belt on her jeans and undid it slowly. She struggled even more, and even drew in a breath to scream, but he clapped his hand over her mouth to quiet her.
Moving back down her slowly, as if to taunt her, he yanked her pants off leaving her in her undergarments. He fingered the hem and pulled them down letting them fall to the floor in a small satin heap.
Massaging her lower area, he uncovered her mouth and placed a gag to keep her quiet.
He undid his uniform, letting his navy blue colored pants fall to the floor, all while thrusting his fingers into her.
He smirked visibly in the darkness and the girl was beginning to wonder why she had followed him, as she struggled even more.
He got up on the the table resting on his knees and his eyes looking over her splendid frame. He teased her entrance with his erection and she gasped against the gag. He laughed lowly and thrust against her, hard and deep. She screamed, but it was muffled by the cloth. He sighed in satisfaction and moaned in pleasure ans he continued thrusting, in and out, in and out. The girl squirmed beneath his grasp and screamed, muffledly through the cloth. He pulled out of her slowly and jumped back off the table when he heard a sharp noise outside the room. He yanked his pants back on and wielded his gun, as the intruder stepped calmly into the room. He gasped at the sight before him, as the girl desperately crossed her legs in a vain attempt to conceal her self. The intruder had blue eyes that shone in the dim light, ans silky blonde hair that was slicked back. The other laughed and murmured in a soft voice.
"Bruder, how nice of you to join us. I was just getting to the fun part." The girl gasped as he put his hand on her leg. He twisted it in an odd direction and it made a loud crack, followed by a piercing scream. He fingered her hand gently, and she tried desperately to pull away but he had already snapped her wrist. She let out another muffled scream and blonde only stood there in shock as his big bruder destroyed this girl.
He laughed and taunted blonde.
"Come on, Germany, is that the best you can do, Just stand there as if you can stop me that way? Come on Give me what you got." the girl let out a muffled cry as he crushed her jaw. Germany cringed and took a cautious step forward as the girl coughed up blood, staining the gag. His brother laughed and lunged at Germany. He ducked and drew his gun, pointing it at his brothers head.
"Come now Prussia. Leave her alone." Germany growled darkly.
The girl was obviously struggling to breathe through the blood. Prussia was still grounded, so Germany took this as a chance to save the girl. He pulled off his jacket and placed it over her hips, to cover herself and drew his knife to cut the cloth. The girl eyed it warily and she wheezed and stained the cloth even more with blood. Germany tore the cloth and she coughed up another gush of blood. Germany had to work fast as he pressed his knife against the leather restraints. She flinched badly at his cold touch but let him work at freeing her, knowing that oxygen was far more important than him touching her. Germany placed his hand behind her back and eased her into a sitting position where she coughed roughly, ridding her lungs of blood and fluids. He patted her back and laid her back down at the sound of Prussia behind him. He smiled sinisterly and lunged at Germany. In reaction Germany swung his gun right into Prussia's head. He fell flat to he ground on impact and muttered something incomprehensible before passing out cold. Seeing his work was done he gathered the girl into his arms, carefully avoiding her injured areas and walked slowly out of the room, his boots clanging against the metal floor of the asylum. He carried the now unconscious girl out to the car where his allies, Japan and Italy were waiting.
"What happened Germany?" Italy asked and Japan nodded. He remained silent and the nations faces fell.
Germany set the girl down in the backseat of the car. Japan sat back with her to keep her head up so she wouldn't suffocate.
Italy remained silent for the remainder of the trip to Germany's headquarters. Japan rushed inside ahead of the other two to prepare medical supplies for the girl. Germany had medical training from his years on the battle field. He set the girl down on the table where Japan was setting things up. Italy had rushed away to retrieve clothing for the girl. Germany grabbed his coat and turned away leaving Japan to heal her. He tossed his jacket on to the sofa and ran a hand through his hair, reminiscing. Italy' s shrill voice brought him out of his memory and he strode after him to where Japan was setting her wrist and wrapping it. He was very good at these things and Germany trusted him with quite a lot.
He sat down at the table and watched as Japan' s skilled hands moved over her face gently pressing the bone into place. She visibly flinched, in the grasp of a nightmare. She moaned and Japan hushed her and continued his work. When he was finished Italy helped Japan dress her. She looked kind of cute in Italy's blue clothes, and Germany silently watched as her chest rose and fell in sleep.
He remember her violet eyes crying for help and her blonde hair matted with blood now clean and falling around her bandaged face in soft tendrils. He sighed and matched those eyes to someone else familiar. The name had him tongue tied. But as he remember the soft voice he slowly remembered the owner. "Canada." He thought out loud, and Japan looked up with a questioning look.
"She is related to Canada. She has the same eyes and hair color. It has to be him."
"I'll call Mr. Canada." Italy's voice rang in Germany's head.
A few minutes later Italy returned and told the two that Canada was coming to reclaim his sister shortly. Germany nodded and Japan looked up from his cup of tea at Italy.
A short while later a small, timid knock sounded at the door. Italy got up to answer it, tripping over the leg of Germany's chair in the process. Germany reached out and caught the Italian and set him on his feet. Italy muttered a hurried thanks before rushing to the door. He came back moments later with America and the other one behind him.
"Is my sister here?" the other one, Canada asked quietly.
Japan nodded towards the table with the still sleeping girl.
"Oh, Victoria! What happened to her?" Canada turned his angry glance towards Germany. Who proceeded to tell the North American brothers the story.
The two let out a gasp and Canada stared sadly at his sister. America placed an arm around him.
"Prussia. Raped. My. Sister." Canada muttered angrily. Japan nodded not looking up at the duo and sighed.
"America muttered some profanities at no one in particular and Germany hung his head, sad that he had not gotten there earlier. Canada nodded quietly and looked to Japan quietly. He spoke up for the first time since he had arrived. " She cannot go with you now. She is still to injured."
Canada sighed and turned to leave when Germany got up to stop him, seeing how much he cared for his sister, and told him that he could stay with them until she could go with him, home. She moaned in her sleep and Canada rushed over to her. Agreeing to Germany's offer as he stroked her flushed cheek softly. Germany smiled at this, he wished that Prussia and him got along this well. He turned to go to his spare room to prepare it for the Americas and Italy trailed along quietly. Staying out of the way and staying too quiet.
"Vats on your mind Italy?" Germany asked.
"i was just thinking about how I would feel if this happened to Romano. I would be heartbroken." He replied, his voice breaking on heartbroken. Germany sensed the sadness in his friend and rushed to comfort him. The one thing that tugged at his feeling was close one's crying. He hated seeing someone upset that he was close to.
Italy sniffled and pulled out of Germany's embrace, He finished pulling the covers over the bed and and smoothing them out. He heard Italy leading them to the room.
Germany brushed past them on his way out and he stepped cautiously into the room where Japan was still watching the girl. She moaned again and Germany walked over to where she was. He placed his hand lightly on her forehead and stroked her flushed, warm cheeks.
"She appears to be a little varm." he noted and Japan got up and wet a cloth to place on her forehead, where it wasn't covered in bandage. She looked so small and helpless in the white sheet and the bandages covering her soft skin. He couldn't believe his big bruder did this to such an innocent girl.
He heard a faint crying sound and turned his head towards the hall. He walked down towards the two's room and saw America crying into Canada's shoulder.
"This i-is a-all my f-fault." America whispered in between sobs. Germany poked his head into the room and Canada looked up at him sadly.
"Vat happened?" Germany whispered as Americas sobs reduced to hiccups and sniffles.
"America challenged Vicky to a bet. If she could stay in the old asylum one night he would pay her one hundred bucks. She agreed to it and now America feels this whole incident is his fault." Canada murmured as he rubbed the now hiccuping America.
"Oh." The astonished German replied.
America looked up and wiped at his eyes furiously at the sight of Germany in the room.
Germany got up from his kneeing position by the bed and headed for the door, only to be stopped by a still sniffling America.
"Wait! Umm... I uh just wanted to thank you for saving our sister. You are a real hero." America said as a visible blush spread across Germany's face. He nodded and rushed out of the room.
"With all the love from her brothers, I think she vill be just fine." Germany said as he placed a small kiss on the girls non-injured cheek.
