E&AN: This is a VERY sad story, in my opinion. Yes, Prussia is supposed to be uke in this. He's up against Russia here. I'm using historical events for this. It is the Russian invasion of East Germany (Prussia) during the final days of World War II and the years before the German Re-Unification. It can be very graphic at times, which is why it is rated M. Most chapters will change points of views, which will be indicated my the countries name. Unless it is in third person. This was also slightly inspired by the song 5. Marz. Please, do not be offended by this. ~Dark
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or anything else in this story.
Prussia
The Russian's are so brutal. They're burning my flags, raping my women, shooting my men. On the other hand, my brother is dealing with the American's on his side of our home. We are both suffering under all this. So why do we keep fighting? Is it because us Germans aren't allowed to surrender? I'm afraid that if I quit, these people would do harm to my poor subjects. Why did this stupid war have to start anyway? Nonetheless, even if we did take over this world, my people would still suffer.
He burst through my defenses, tall and overbearing, blood spattered across his pale face and beige coat. His violet eyes seemed to dance, but the dance was something unworldly, deadly. His smile, sadistic, dried blood contrasted in his blond hair, he grabbed my collar. He leaned down and chuckled in my ear, but his tone was far from kind. "It's over, you damn German," he sneered. "You are my hostage now."
A punch to my stomach, and my sight goes black.
I wake up slightly, my mind still far away. The man who punched me asks, "Any last words, Nazi?"
Weakly, I reply. "Auf Wiedersehen, meine Welt." My world fades to black.