I have a strange habit of creating dark one-shots when i am bored. it helps me let off steam...
I don't own Hetalia and I didn't do a spell check on this so, yeah...
Enjoy!
Prussia ran until his legs became like logs, stiff and cold. The snow kissed at the nerves in his bare feet, killing them, rotting them. The freezing winds sliced at his frightened eyes, summoning tears. Oh, how it hurt, but the fear kept him going.
Finally, when his body wouldn't allow him to run anymore, he collapsed into the cold snow and began to whimper. This is the end, he thought grimly. He had pissed Russia off for the last time and he knew it. The images of that bloody pipe he was so familiar with, and the ever so present smile of insanity...
Sheer terror, he felt, completely aware that that was what was coming for him. He closed his eyes, feeling somewhat relieved that the nightmare had ended. Prussia used a dead tree to rest on. It was hard and cold against his back, but Prussia still found it better than the icy ground.
At least the cold can take me instead of...him.
A heavy object came down on his shoulder, accompanied by an audible crunch. A shreik erupted from his soar throat, but a large gloved hand smoothered the sound. It smelled of thick alcohol and blood, making him gag. Yet, the hand contined to press into the opening until it seemed it would go down the albino's throat. Another swing, this time on his other shoulder. He screamed again into the leather of the glove. The material seemed to capture any of the sound, making his screams futile. This was the end. Both of his arms were broken and he couldn't move them whatsoever. He was utterly helpless.
Another swing, this one on his face. It nearly knocked his lower jaw out of place and summoned much blood.
Then he saw it.
The bricks frosted with snow, the mocking dullness of it's surface. The Berlin wall. Home...
Tears mixed with blood. He was so close, only a few feet away. It didn't matter though.
This time, it was his ribs. Several of them gave way to the heavy led pipe and he was positive his lung collapsed. Chopped breaths escaping his bloody nose, the Prussian reached his trembling hand out towards the wall.
Bruder...
West...
Finally, the hand lifted itself from his mouth, dripping with blood, sweat, and tears. A kick landed and Prussia shreiked. Another kick slammed his back against the tree's unforgiving surface, grinding his spine against it's slippery bark. blood acted as a waterfall, intertwining with the tree's bark, warming it. The waterfall only grew thicker and stronger as the attack continued.
Finally, the Prussian fell to the red snow, weezing and trembling. Two heavy boots came crashing down on Prussia's tattered shoulders, digging into them and rewarding the tormentor with the albino's screams. He smiled and reached his rusty pipe around Prussia's jaw and jerked it upwards. He bent down and began to speak into the Prussian's ear.
"You're looking for your brother, da?" He mocked in a sickingly sweet voice and pulled Prussia's head up higher, earning him a pain filled whimper from his slave. He laughed through his nose and with a swift motion of his arms, snapped the former country's neck.
This was originally supposed to be from Germany's point of view, where he heard his brother being beaten to death on the other side of the wall, but it didn't go as planned so don't hate on Germany for not being in it. And I never got the whole Prussia-being-East-Germany thing, so in this, he's just a former country, even though I included the wall. PLEASE REVIEW!
