So this is something that I have wanted to write ever since I have read "Insanity of the Mind," by The Futile Vinny. I was moved by it, and asked for permission to do a spin-off of it. You know, more detail and some backstory. I got the idea approved by the author so now here it is~! Credit for the inspiration goes to the original author of course! There will be more, so no worries~ And just as a heads up, there will be plenty of violence, but no rape, I swear!

Russia chuckled as he looked down at the nation before him, smirking at the fact of how pathetic he looked. The once strong nation was now on his knees, giving himself up to Ivan. The albino refused to look up at him, only the thought of his brother on his mind. His body was battered and bloodied from the wars and it seemed like his wounds were healing ever so slowly now. He just wanted to keep his brother from being hurt any more, and didn't want to lose him. The war was close to an end, and it seemed like he was going to lose him anyways to the Allies.

"Пруссия~ This is definitely something unexpected of you, да~?" Ivan spoke up as he gave the other a cold glare. "Sacrificing yourself for your brother, you should know that it is too late."

His words pierced through Gilbert's heart, however he did not flinch. He knew that this would keep Ivan from ever touching his baby brother. He refused to say anything as he kept his eyes on the white and red snow.

"You seem so weak now~ Maybe if I shoot you once more, would you die?" the Russian asked with an insanely childish grin as he raised up his Nagant M1895.

Gilbert weakly looked up, his crimson eyes filled with defeat and he mustered up he will to mutter, "Bruder vill be after you if you kill me now..."

Russia cocked his head to the side as he considered it, then kneeled down in front of the ex-nation. "I think that stealing you from him would be perfect revenge then, да?" His amethyst eyes were filled with hate as he held Prussia's chin in-between his thumb and forefinger, resting the side of the gun against the albino's chest.

He couldn't even put together a glare for the Russian as he felt his chest tighten at the thought of not seeing his brother again. He had raised him to be a strong nation, and just hoped that he would pull through whatever the others had in store for him.

He was knocked out of his stupor when he heard a shot and felt a sharp pain in his side. He couldn't hold back a pained cry as he just sat there, unable to do anything to protect himself.

~~~~~Time Change~~~~~

Gilbert Beilschmidt woke up with a startled shout as he bolted up into a sitting position. His heart was pounding in his chest as tears were running down his face. He furiously rubbed his eyes to get rid of the trailing droplets and pulled his knees towards himself, wrapping his arms around them as he rested his chin on them. 'Gott verdammt...' he thought as he felt the empty loneliness in his heart, aggravated at himself for showing weakness, even if no one else was there.

He had been brought to Ivan's estate in Russia after he passed out from blood loss and was given to Lithuania to be taken care of until he could regain consciousness.

Russia then proceeded back to his office and set the pistol in a drawer of his desk. He however still kept on his long coat, bloodied for the fighting. Sitting down on his chair, he glanced at his door before pulling out some stationary and an envelope. He took out a pen and began writing a letter to his enemy.

"привет, Mr. Beilschmidt,

This war has gone on long enough and it is time for it to end. Your dear brother is now in my possession and your territory now belongs to the other Allies for the time being. You brother kindly offered to give himself up in order to protect you. How sickeningly cute, да? It will be inevitable for you to get him back.

Oh, and don't worry~ I'll take good care of him.

Ivan Braginski"

Russia set the pen down and leaned back in his chair, relaxing. He put the letter in the envelope and called out Estonia's name.

A small knock at the door and it opened, revealing the nervous-looking nation. "Yes, sir?" he asked a little shakily as he hesitantly walked in.

"Could you please go deliver this to the почтовый ящик?" Russia requested, not noticing the shiver than ran through Estonia and held out the letter. The nation just nodded as he came forward and took the envelope from the man's hand and left the room, closing the door behind him. Russia smiled and looked over to a small clock on his desk, then slowly closed his eyes as he drifted off into sleep. He didn't think that too much would happen while he was asleep.

~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~

Gilbert refused to go back to sleep, not wanting to see the nightmares that haunted him. Lithuania insisted for him to get some sort of rest, but the ex-nation just wouldn't listen, continuously being stubborn. Lithuania sighed, seeing how useless it was and just left the tray of food on the small table next to Prussia's bed.

After hearing the door close, and the dreading click of the lock, he shuddered and glanced over at the food. Borscht, again. He stuck out his tongue at it but finally gave in for what seemed like an hour later, and ate everything that was on the plate. It wasn't the same cooking as his brother's, or the exquisite taste of Francis's, but it was food. It wasn't as if his captor was starving him.

However Prussia couldn't shake the feeling that something awful was heading his way. He just hoped that he wold live through it.

'Of course I'll live through it. I'm the Awesome Prussia~!' he thought and let out a light chuckle. He did his best to shake the strange suspicion and pulled his eyes away from the door, realizing that he was staring at it in expectancy. He sighed and laid back down, closing his eyes only to hear a loud slamming noise as he was lifted off the bed.

His eyes shot open and his face quickly shifted into his cocky smirk when he realized that the intimidating man in front of him was his captor, Russia. The aura around the furious nation could almost have been seen as his violet eyes had grown darker from scorn.

Prussia would never admit that he was feeling a little panicky and did his best to keep a mask of indifference as he broke the few-minute silence. "Morgen, Russia. Has mein Bruder kicked your Commie rear yet?"

He immediately regretted saying that when he felt a sharp pain in his arm and his head knocked into the wall when he was thrown to the side. He groaned quietly in pain as he slowly looked up at the seemingly large nation. "нет, little Gilbert. In fact, your brother seems to be having his own troubles trying to recuperate from the war," Russia said with such a frighteningly calm tone that a glimpse of fear shone in Prussia's eyes.

Before he knew it, he was lifted from the ground with the nation's hand around is neck, having it crushed ever so slightly. He felt a vise-like grip on his arm and screamed out in pain when he head a sickening pop of his shoulder dislocating out of the socket. The hand around his throat tightened and his cry was cut off, causing him to cough and choke. Gilbert felt some of his resolve break as he saw the tinges of satisfaction in Russia's eyes from the scream. He didn't ask for the pain to stop since he had too much pride left to do so.

He was tossed onto the floor and regrettably looked up, spotting the pipe that Russia usually carried with him. He saw the swing of the pipe shoot down and the last thing he felt before passing out was spikes of pain on his skull.

Translations~

Russian:
Пруссия - Prussia
да - Da - Yes
привет - Privet - Hello
почтовый ящик - pochtovyy yashchik - mailbox (This one was kind of a random thing I wanted to add)

German:
(mein) Bruder - (My) Brother
Morgen - Morning (Good Morning)