This is NOT PRussia. let's get that out of the way now.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Go call up Himaruya Hidekaz if you want to own Hetalia. Himaruya-san made it.
(Warning: Prussia speaks nearly entirely with a heavy German accent. 'Vas' is usually 'was' but when it means 'What' I write 'was' as 'vuz'.) Enjoy.
The Reason
"Ivan! WAIT! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Alfred yelled as the aforementioned Russian dragged off the Prussian Albino.
"None of your business," he smirked as he dragged the screaming man behind him.
"Russia! Mon Ami! STOP!" Francis begged.
"Nyet," He smirked this time. He calmly continued dragging his prisoner behind him as he spewed the most dire curses at him in German.
"YOU BLOODY CURSE! GET BACK HERE NOW!" Arthur snarled. "I SUMMONED YOU HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE AND I CAN-"
"You can what?" He stopped turning to smile benignly at the screaming Englishman.
He shuddered as the taller nation began to chant Kolkhoz at him. The American stepped in front.
"Ivan Braginsky, you stop that now or else," he warned.
"Ah, we finally get to the root of it, just because you have the bomb, doesn't mean I fear you, da? You finally grew up to be like the rest," He smiled then slung the Prussian over his shoulder like a sack of German Potatoes. "You are now a tremendous pompous idiot like the rest of Europe, Sweden, the Baltics, my sisters and the Celts aside-of course. I really had high hopes for you, Alfred. Too bad."
"Please Ivan," this time the American's voice had a note of begging. "It doesn't have to be like this."
"Yes, da, it does," he sighed. "This isn't about you, Alfred. But, even if it was, I have to say, the outcome would be the same. You still betrayed me."
"I DIDN'T WANT THIS!" Alfred insisted.
"Nyet. Perhaps, you didn't. But the outcome is still the same. Do Svidanya, Alfred. Do Svidanya *."
He smirked. He continued down the path unhindered with little restraint from the prisoner or his former allies on the path.
Inside, he felt quite cold as usual. It was a bitter ache that his sisters could no longer alleviate with their scarves and kind words. Even Alfred, America could only fend it off for so long.
Well, he had failed to stop winter from coming to Siberia.
He had failed when their Enemy, Japan, had fallen.
Russia sighed and adjusted the German.
"Getting comfy zhere you gutt for nozhink hund?"
"Shut up, Gilbert, or I'll forget to call your brother and tell him where I put your bird."
"NEIN! NOT MEIN GILBIRD! DU IST EIN MONSTER!"
"Da. So tell me something I haven't heard before."
Soon they were outside a small house on a large farm. Russia rapped hard against the door.
The sound of muffled fretting and obvious bouncing was heard.
" Дорогая сестра, Украина, you have until a 5-count until I kick the door in. I advise you use it." and he began his count. At 4 the door was violently wrenched open as Ukraine stumbled out onto the porch.
"Ah, Moya Vanya, Moya dorogoi, Moya liyubimui, I'm so sorry, My boss He wouldn't-I couldn't-Oh Vanya, I'm sorry!" He placed his index finger of his free hand against her lips: silencing her cries.
"Shhhhhh. Do not worry. You are coming with me."
"Vanya. Nyet. As much as I want to, I cannot."
"Oh, da, Дорогая сестра, you are coming. Whether your leader likes it or not. I will not have him breaking up our family." without further ado he slung her over his other shoulder and walked off. Ukraine's boss ran out the door first pleading then screaming at the Russian who subsequently ignored him. Ukraine silently ignored her leader.
After a while he let her down to walk beside him. "Do not be sad, sestra! We are going home." But she did not protest.
Russia smiled happily as he opened the door and then gestured for his elder sister to enter.
He soon followed after with Prussia, who was now bound and gagged as well.
("I'm So tired of hearing your whining, So I'm going to put this nice little bandana over your mouth." Ivan smiled holding up the patriotic cloth he had received from America, some time before. "And these ropes will do wonders for that dreadful habit you have of hitting me on the head!" He held up said ropes.
"Nein, please, Vait! I'm very zorry, ja? Pleaze don't do zhis!" Prussia pleaded; knowing full well that the ropes and cloth would not do any 'wonders' for anyone.
But it was too late.)
"Da, welcome home, Dear sestra! and Stupid German boozehound." He smiled and giggled like a child. "Make yourself at home, ok Yekatrina?"
"Oh, Vanya," she sighed softly. "I missed you and this place. Please don't do anything terrible. I don't want to leave."
"Da, who me? Nyet. I will not be too bad to our guest." He gestured to the limp prisoner on his shoulder. "But, there is some business I must take care of involving him."
"Vanya..." she began in a warning tone. At that moment, Toris, Raivis and Eduard appeared.
"Welcome back, Russia," They chorused, bowing to the nation in a gesture of fealty. They had no choice but to do so.
"Ah! Hello my little Baltics!" He smiled with some delight. "Please prepare something for my dear sister, Katyusha. I, myself, am not hungry. Please go about your chores after that."
"We have finished our chores, Mr. Braginsky," Toris volunteered albeit timidly. "Short of preparing dinner."
"Ah, ok," He smiled. "Good. You're all so very good! What would I do without you all? Ok, please take care of my sister and the rest of the night is yours! I will be in my office. Do not disturb me for anything less than the USSR being bombed." He took several steps away then turned back. "Or unless, she decides to drop by."
"Yes sir, " Toris replied with a nod.
"She?" Ukraine raised an eyebrow.
"Natalya." He replied with a shudder.
"You shouldn't be so cold to her!"
"You don't have her trying to drag you out of the shower halfway through to try to force you into marriage..."
"Oh."
When her brother left the room, Katyusha noticed that the three brothers let out a collective sigh.
"Miss Ukraine?" Raivis tugged at her sleeve. She met his eyes. "Come with us, we shall tend to your every need."
"Oh, that's not necessary. I know where everything is!"
"No. We insist." Eduard replied taking her hand gently and pulling her along to the Kitchen.
Once in his office, Russia tossed the Prussian roughly onto his desk and began to untie and un-gag him. Bad idea. The first thing the Albino did to repay him was punch him in the jaw followed by spitting in his face. He jumped off the desk and grabbed the Russian by his scarf.
"You let zhe awezome me out right now you dirty Russian Dog or elze I vill-"
"You'll what?" The Russian replied, wiping off his face. "You seem to forget where you are, Gilbert." The last word was so full of venom Gilbert staggered back onto the desk. So far, all of the Russian's threats had been articulated with the giddy, sweetness of a child's joke. Utterly harmless. The same could not be said for the last interchange. The last held actual danger.
"Look, If du are just trying to hurt mein bruder, Vest, through me, Give up, now. It vill not vork. Vest is strong, and he von't care."
"Oh, Prussia," He smirked, his eyes glinted dangerously. "Why would I give a damn about that Brother of yours? It's you I want." He caught the Albino's chin in a vise grip.
"H-haaa, I get it," He smirked. "But just because I am one of the Bad touch Trio, It does not mean zhat I vill pleasure you. So give up now!"
Russia stared bewildered at the red-eyed man before blinking several times as if he didn't believe what the man was spouting.
His hand dropped from Gilbert's pale face and the latter smirked.
Suddenly, Russia was bent over double, his hands clutching at his stomach as the oddest Uhuhuhuhuhuhuu~ sound was emitted.
Prussia backed up to the wall, still stuck on the desk. He wasn't sure what was going on. Though, obviously the taller of the two was having some sort of episode and might throw up on him or worse.
Unfortunately, Russia was between him and the only exit, the door. Said captor was still suffering through the fit mentioned before.
Only when he straightened up, wiped at one lilac colored eye, a light blush gracing his usually frosty cheeks, and the Uhuhuhuuu sound dying down finally, did Prussia understand.
Oh, Heck no.
Russia wasn't suffering some fit or attack or even a stroke.
No.
The Jerk was Laughing at him. Laughing at the GREAT Prussia!
"Oh, boy, that was good, Boozehound! I haven't heard anything so funny since before I met America!"
"Va-Vat vas so damt funny?" he demanded turning a shade Albinos are not normally known for.
The Russian ignored him as he swept past. He smiled and reached into a closet that was built into the room. Gilbert heard the distinct tch-shhh of a refrigerator door being opened and then closed.
"This calls for a drink!" Russia smiled. He held two bottles, one in each hand. The larger of the two contained Vodka; the holder's drink of choice. The other held Beck's Beer. Prussia swallowed hard, staring longingly at the smaller bottle.
Ivan popped the top off the vodka and took a swig.
"Um...He-hey, Russia, vas...vas about me?" He asked with slight embarrassment. How dare the idiot laugh at him then deny him his drink?
"Oh, da, here," He held out the bottle.
Gilbert took it. He opened the bottle and was about to inhale its contents Dutch style when he thought of something. He lowered the bottle and glared at the Russian.
Ivan snorted and rolled his eyes. "It's not poisoned. Drink it or not. I do not care either way, boozehound."
"Heh, Of course not." He took a swig of it though. He swished it in his mouth as one would mouthwash. Nothing wrong so far. He swallowed, relishing in the slight burn of the alcohol. A smirk crossed his lips and he began his original course of action.
The Russian rolled his eyes again. Simple things amused simple minds, it seemed.
Several bottles later, the Prussian was happily dazed and sitting on the desk swinging his legs. Russia smiled from the chair he was sitting in.
The idiot really was a boozehound and considerably more tolerable when he wasn't sober.
"Y-yuh know VAAAAS?" He slurred happily. Pointing at Russia. With his bottle... which spilled onto the hardwood floor. Russia threw a paper towel onto the spill. "You're an ok guy, yuh know for ein total, complete, creepy basta*hic*...vhat vuz I zaying?"
"Nothing important I'm certain," He replied. The Sober Russian lifted the bottle of 'Russian Water' to his lips and took a happy sip.
"Neeeeiiiiiiinnnn..."The Prussian slurred slumping over onto the desk. This was where the other stepped in to avoid having more beer on his floor. Prying the bottle from the other's hand was not any easy task. "It Vuz super...Awzomely...sparkly...spezial...you Kolkhozy you...Ngh..." And without further ado, Gilbert slipped into a blissful unconscious.
The Russian smiled. Step One complete. And he hadn't even done anything wrong by his sister's standards. Nature would provide for torturing this one better than Ivan himself could.
He smiled as he stood over the unconscious albino.
Phase Two Began the next day.
Gilbert Weilshmidt awoke around the same time the sun was near completely above the horizon. He nearly screamed when he did. He had the worst hangover in history and to make it worse, he was in a room with floor-to-ceiling windows dominating the entire length of the east facing wall. he stumbled to then reaching to close the curtains only to find that there were none at all.
He whimpered. As an Albino, the sun and its dastardly rays already were painful upon his awesome, beautiful, sensitive red eyes.
Add in that he was about as far east as you could be, coupled with the snow-covered landscape outside his window and his hangover...
...Obviously one of the "Powers-that-be" wanted him to die. And to suffer as he did.
"He ran back to the bed, shoving as much of the pillows and covers over his head as possible.
The door was open timidly. "M-Mr.-Prussia?" a child's voice intoned.
He tried again as he received no response. "H-Herr Weilshmidt?"
"Go away..." He replied muffledly.
"M-Mr. Prussia, M-Mr. Braginsky says that if you are n-not down for breakfast in five minutes, he'll come up here and drag you down. " The Latvian trembled as he delivered the dire message. "B-by your h-hair if necessary."
"..."
"Mr.P-Prussia?"
"I heard." he retorted.
Soon the Prussian appeared in the too-bright kitchen, finding everyone else had already arrived.
Ivan smirked and rushed up to pat the other male hard on the back. Speaking in his loudest (indoor) voice. "Well! It seems our sleeping beauty is finally up! Not that you would make a good princess! Good Damsel though...Did you sleep well?"
"OoOoW! Verdamt!" He cursed clutching his head with both hands. "I have a hangover! So shut up already!"
"Oh! I am very sorry to hear that, da? But that is what happens when you drink too much. You need to control your addiction, da?" He smirked.
"Shut up you good for nothing-"
Russia yanked the spare seat back from the table causing it to screech against the marble floor.
"AaaAAaAaaAAGH!" He yelped clenching his jaw as he fought back another wave of pain.
"Your Chair," Ivan smiled benignly.
Phase Two was progressing well.
The Prussian was still nursing a headache, when he was dragged off to the library.
He lay miserably on a sofa, facedown in the cushions, lamenting his fate quietly (still hung-over) in German.
The Russian smiled at this.
"Is it cause America likes me better zhan you?"
"What?" The Russian looked up, not really paying attention to the albino.
"Did you bring me here because I'm favored by America?" The Prussian smirked, barely turned from the pillow.
"Nyet." His adversary replied simply and returned to his book with a look of great interest.
"Zhen...Zhen...vhy? Varum?" He begged. "Vhy must I stay here vith you?"
"I told you already, it's you I want. Just you." He smiled.
"Vhy do you vant to torture me so bad? I've never Hurt you!" Prussia complained. "I alvays left you to your own plans, ja?"
"Hnn. Nyet...that...it is not entirely true, Gilbert. You did hurt me," He smirked as he began to strip off his (button down) shirt.
"VAS THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?"
"And to the second, well, you shouldn't have left me alone. If you didn't we wouldn't be here right now." His shirt hit the ground. Soon it was followed more gently by his scarf.
Gilbert gasped.
From the center of the base of his skull and down to the bottom of his left shoulder blade was a long jagged scar. From his left shoulder to his right hip was another. There were countless other lesser scars littering his back and sides.
Then he turned to face Gilbert.
Gilbert's eyes widened to their full extent. They begin to water. "N-nein! Gott! NEIN! ZHAT ISN'T POSSIBLE!"
"But it's true, and you knew it. If you didn't," He laughed softly and did not bother finishing his statement.
Prussia moved towards him. He held out his hand and delicately fingered the Vaguely crescent shaped scar that stretched from over his heart to just over his right hip.
The tan blonde placed two finger under the Prussian's chin and lift his head until the tear filled scarlet eyes locked with his own amethyst ones.
"Ukraine and Belarus...zhey aren't mine...so how...zhey're your sisters after all."
"Ukraine found me," He replied with a simple happy smile. "And we found Belarus."
"You're right to hate me." Gilbert sighed. "I...made a...not so awesome mistake zhen. I understand vhy you do zhis now, ja?"
"I intend to make you suffer." Ivan smiled.
"Ja."
"I want you to bleed and hurt as I did."
"I know." He let his eyes drop to the floor between them.
"And then," Ivan paused and smiled a true smile.
Gilbert looked up again.
"And then, we can be a family again. A real one. Isn't that so, fader?"
"Ja. I understand." he replied coldly. Then as an afterthought, he warmly added. "Son."
I.N.K. Bwaaaaahahaha, Aren't I so terrible? Back before he was a country, back before he even found Ukraine or Belarus, Russia was a wee little (ok he was big then too) territory that belonged to the Prussian empire.
I mean seriously Lol. He ish Prussia without the 'P'.
Oh Noes then who is going to be Spain or France (Seychelles and Florida I suppose...) (Man...they're both girls right? If only the motherlandRussia WAS a girl! *planning second generation BTT* XP)
And No. I'll explain soon but Prussia wasn't abusive, Just neglectful. Not a good parent.
He thought Ivan (whose name was Nicholas (cause that can be German or Russian) when he was Prussia's son) was dead so he fell apart as an empire. Ukraine came across Russia and took care of him until he was strong enough to support himself. (true story...maybe. My Russian history is not so good right now)
We'll get to that soon. But that's my version of Why Russia hates Prussia. It's not that Gilbert spurned him, Ludwig stabbed him in the back (he did), or Alfred betrayed him (he did), it was resentment of Russia's abandonment by Prussia.
*looks at Iggy* Lol...Thank Goodness Sealand is teeny tiny in the middle of the Atlantic (?) Lol...Population of Ten...Maybe...XD
Also...Yes. I'm of the Female persuasion. The Kun is used the same way as Tohru does in Fruits basket. (Look it up. Onemanga .com. Mangafox. com etc.)
Though Strawberry-Cat (IchigoNeko) isn't a usual boy's name in Nihon (Japan)...Unless You're Herakles'(Greece's) Kid! But wait, I'm more like Alfred... :O
Ok, I'm rambling now. Bye-bye.
Oh...Yeah, and Russia had Estonia call West Germany/Ludwig Weilshmidt and told him where to find Gilbird. So he's ok see? *holds Gilbird in palm of hand*
Gilbird: *cheep*
He was in the last place Prussia would have looked.
The AA.
Lol, I'm terrible.
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Translations
Russian
Дорогая сестра, Украина - My dear sister-...I think...it might actually be My Dear Sister, Ukraine...(I got this one a Looooooong time ago...:O)
Moya Dorogoi - My dear
Moya - My
Moya Lyubimui - My 'darling?' I think I might be implying something with this one that I don't mean...I do not entirely understand this one...
Vanya- Ivan
Sestra -sister
Nyet - no
da - yes
German
Gott - God
Gutt - Good (not sure I spelled it right though. I spelled phonetically.)
Nein - no
Ja - yes
Du ist ein monster! - You are a monster! (roughly. I did it all by myself with my veryveryveryveryvery limited German)
Vas - What
Warum/Varum - Why (I tend to spell things how they sound. I apologize in advance if I annoy any native speakers or students of these languages.)
Herr - Mr
Verdamt - Damn (I shouldn't be teaching you kids German swearsies...kolkolkol terrible...)
(I shortened it to Damt at times. I don't know if that changes things.)
hund - hound
Fader - father
Bruder - Brother
Mein - my
Du - you
ist - are/is (?)
Japanese
IchigoNekoKun A strawberry Cat the same age as you (If you are a koukousei, XD) who is a bit of a tomboy. (I like hiking, rock-climbing, fishing and swimming. I'm not any good at any of these but I still love them.)
Koukousei...you're on the internet aren't you? Look it up! I will reward the first five who bring me correct answers!
Also I would love corrections on my history and languages. Help a girl out?