Looking through a new light (RuPru)
Ivan frowned looking over the rubble the remained of the Berlin Wall. Ludwig broke it; he broke Ivan's country…..he broke his brother. After all the years he spent pained the human representation of Russia had finally found someone to confide in. Gilbert, East Germany, a once grand country now forgotten. The silverette still plagued the communist's memories. Ivan stared down at the lifeless body, hating himself for even attempting to tame the wild spirit once housed within.
"Comrade…"
He laid the beaten and bruised head in his lap, far too numb to cry. Ivan had treated the man so badly and yet he never blamed him for his harmful words and dominating punches; he didn't even blame him for taking him away from his brother…
"Man! I look like SHIT!" A deeply accented voice laughed loudly while brown boots came into Russia's view. Ivan only stared, unblinking at the man decked-out in traditional East German general issue clothing. A large hole was torn around his chest causing the material to flap in the bitter wind and a long slice scraped across his left cheek showing evidence that it would scar. "What, no tears? Don't I feel loved." He spoke with feigned hurt, not fooling the platinum-blonde country one bit.
"Gilbert…you're-"
"Dead? Yeah, I know." The former country frowned, red eyes facing the ground, suddenly very interested in the red-tented sea of snow. "I talked to Opa Germania. It took a hell lot of convincing but he allowed me to come see you for awhile. If I manage to find new land by the end of the month then I get to stay here." He let out a rough forced laugh. "I doubt anyone will be too willing to donate to awesome me though…" His self-pity bath ceased running at the sound of clanking metal alerting his attention back to the snowy country.
"Well it looks like we're just going to have to persuade them, da?" Ivan smirked, pounding a metal pipe that had previously been used as part of a watchtower before the wall had fallen into his open palm. It was his fault Germany had even been divided; he had to fix this.
"Nein! You can't go to war, Ivan! You just lost one; you're still hurt!" The German-speaking man tried to persuade, eyes darting to the large tank burn on his thigh. He couldn't see it but he knew it was there; he had seen it happen. While the physical aspect of the country was barely harmed, the human form was in limping pain.
"I'm fine, East… Why won't you let me help you?" Long withheld tears finally sprang through as he dropped his make-shift weapon to cling onto the albino's waist.
"Woh!" Gilbert yelped, shocked. Ivan never cried; he was Russia: The Country of Evil!
"Please comrade, let me prove that I'm sorry for before." Unintentionally, the ghost raised a hand to prod at the thick leather patch covering his right eye- soon after his capture Russia had caught him trying to escape and beat him plenty. Poor Raivis couldn't stop freaking out from all the blood and was punished as well; Eduard and Toris knew better then to upset the large man. The three Baltic Nations were beat every day, why would Ivan only feel guilty because he took Gilbert's eye as well as his innocence?
'Well ok, I wasn't a virgin but it's not as if I was ever sober enough to remember the others!'
"Is he always like that?" Gilbert hissed in pain as Lithuania dabbed at his damaged skin with cleansing alcohol.
"Mostly. It's worse during war time though. All the stress really gets to him around that time."
"Of course, STRESS. Because kidnapping and rape don't count as long as they're stressed." Estonia grumbled, trying to calm a sobbing Latvia as they waited for the more motherly of the three Baltics to tend to his wounds.
"Eduard, he's lonely….After losing Alexi-" The brunette tried to reason only to have angry nation push up from his chair threateningly at a speed that caused in to clatter noisily as the polished wood met the cold tile floors.
"That doesn't give him an excuse, Toris! He's a waste of landmass!" Raivis' cries increased in volume at both the prospect of his brother figures fighting and the fact that blood was starting to stain the counters from where Toris had laid East Germany's bandages until Gilbert decided to walk over and press his tear-stained face to his chest kissing Latvia's curls softly.
"It's okay, little guy." He comforted, rubbing the blonde boy's back in soothing motions. "See, I'm alright. Now I look like a pirate, huh? Arrgh Arrgh!" He smiled, curling his index finger around like a hook.
"A-Arrgh." Raivis giggled, copying the motion with his own finger. This shocked the other two Baltics greatly as even Eduard had to laugh at the albino nation's antics. Toris sighed, chancing a saddened smile.
'Ivan used to do the same thing…'
Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been posting anything new in such a long time. My laptop got a virus so I was only able to log on via my Smartphone and I can't post fanfiction that way But no worries! I got to work on quite a few of my plot bunnies during that time. I've had alot of homework this past month not to mention a bunch of projects so, sadly, I wasn't able to look at my laptop until now only to find out that I had to buy a new one…Oh! And in case any of you guys care, my birthday was Monday! YAY!
Back to the fanfiction: Italics are either a non-English word or a flashback (Alexi is in bold because the words were already in italics). Also, I never wrote the Baltics before so I hope they aren't too OOC and while Russia seems like he is during the crying part that will be explained in later chapter(s). Oh and I mixed Prussia and femPrussia slightly at the end for anyone who noticed(I made him have her scar)
Opa: Old-man or grandfather (German)
Da?: Literally translates as 'yes?' in Russian but is also a verbal tic used by Russia
Nein: No (German)
Alexi: only son of the last Tsar of Russia. He had Hemophilia, a disease having to do with blood clots that can cause excessive bleeding, so he wasn't able to become a worthy heir. During the Russian Revolution 3(?) of his sisters as well as his parents and their servants were found dead in their basement. He and his younger sister were only recently found. It was often quoted that 'he loved his country and his country loved him' so I made him a sort of 'ex-boyfriend' to Russia. Hope that isn't too weird…