Oh dear, I'm back! I can't believe it, after, like 3 years of absence, I finally decided to write. And this time, it's not in the Naruto fandom, but in Hetalia!

Yep, better believe it folks; I'm back and here to stay. With lots of new ideas! I'll start with this one…

Remember, Please!

Summary: After WW2, while he's at Russia's house, an accident causes Prussia to lose his memory. Years later, the wall falls and Germany want his big brother home.

Rated: T, for Gilbo's mouth. Might change rating to M in later chapters though.

WARNING: This WILL be a YAOI. That means GuyxGuy people. You've been warned. If you don't like yaoi, turn back now.

'Thoughts'

''Talking''

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. If I did, Prussia would be chained to my wall right now.

ENJOY!

Note: Thanks to my favorite otter for her infinite patience! :)

Remember, Please!

Chapter one: The Accident

''Will you bow to me now, little bunny?''

Creepy violet eyes stared right into defiant crimson ones. The only answer given was a mouthful of spit and blood.

A growl echoed in the room, followed by the disgusting sound of a snapping bone. Not even a gasp came out of the red-eyed man, as he stared, almost bored, at the now weird angle of his arm. The man lifted his head, red eyes hiding for a second behind white locks of hair before staring right into violet ones.

''I'll never bow before you, you fucking bastard. Prussia is way too awesome for that!''

The other man gripped his chin forcefully and leaned in, so close their noses were almost touching.

''You will break. I'll make sure of that. And then, you'll be begging to bow before me.''

''Try me. You're just a little boy, Russia. You may have had your share of bloodlust, but it's nothing compared to what I've been through in the past. I'M FUCKING PRUSSIA! Nothing you can do can break me.''

Gilbert smirked. Russia seemed to think for a moment, still holding into Prussia's chin. A creepy smile started to form on his lips.

''Maybe so. But I bet that cute little brother of your could scream pretty loud. Maybe I should give him a call…''

Prussia's eyes were furious as he started struggling against the iron (1) hold his captor had on him.

''Don't you fucking dare bring West into this you piece of shit!''

His head was bashed into the cold stone floor. Russia gripped his hair and brought his mouth near his ear.

''Then stop struggling. Accept your fate, toy.''

A spark of something unidentifiable passed through red eyes.

''Never.''

A slap to the face.

''Don't you care about your brother?''

''I raised him; he can take care of himself. Besides,'' a smirk, ''the Allies wont let you touch him.''

Another slap.

''Shut up! You will bow! You will become one with Mother Russia!''

''I already said NO!''

''Then, you will suffer the consequences.''

The grip on Prussia's head was released. As he fell to the ground, a shuffle of clothes was heard, as Russia took out his bloody pipe.

''We'll see how long you'll last, little bunny.'' And then proceeded to hit the already injured ex-nation.

It's only three hours after Russia was finished, that Lithuania saw the bloody mess that was Prussia and promptly fainted. And one hour later that Gilbert was put in a bed and cleaned up. It took two weeks before he opened his eyes again, startling poor Lithuania.

''Oh thank god, you're finally awake!''

Disoriented eyes looked around the room.

''Where am I?''

Lithuania, tending to his bandaged arm, didn't see his face.

''Well, at Russia's, duh. Now, stop moving, you're hurt.''

''…Who's Russia?''

''… Gilbert?''

''Who's Gilbert? Who're you?''

Lithuania gasped and ran out of the room to find Russia.

''…Who am I?''

(1)Ahahaha, okay, Bad call. Iron Curtain anyone?

*insert dramatic music here*

God, How I missed Cliffhangers. :)

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So, 'till next time!

Cerma-chan

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