Locked

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia! If I did, there would be a German Sparkle Party episode!

Chapter One: Locked Out

Soft footsteps can be heard as a figure slowly makes its way down the hall. Gilbert quickly pulls the covers up towards his worried face as fear forces it's way into his eyes: Gottverdammten fear was doing that more often. Not awesome.

The clunk of military boots against the cool wood floors stopped in front of his door. No, this would never be his door. This was not his home, but his prison. Torture chamber. Hell.

Gilbert quickly changed his expression to one of condensation; a smirk painting his chapped lips and a defiant fire blazed in his blood-red eyes. He was Prussia, the awesome one, who had ever so epically won numerous battles. He was strong and tough, and could easily kick this verdammnt Ruskie's ass!

So then; how had he ended up here?

As much as it made him boil over with rage, he knew that the reason he was here was because he was weak. Weaker than the Soviet, who had rushed in and attacked. It made him feel lost, but even more than the ever-growing loneliness in his heart was a feeling called pissed. He was so pissed, he could go around and kick helpless puppies. As long as they were Russian puppies, that is.

Entering the room was Russia, with that bright smile that Gilbert wouldn't mind cracking. That dumb smile made him 10 times more pissed than he had been before. He was gonna have so much fun bugging this guy. Screw consequences! He was bored, it was all this Russian's fault, and he was just standing there like a sitting duck.

Way too easy.

"Hey, Russia!" did his voice always sound this hoarse? "let's play a game, huh?" he tried to smile through his chapped lips, but only succeeded in obtaining a small shoot of pain as his dry lips cracked further.

Russia smiled brightly, rosy cheeks brightening as he exclaimed, "What game? I will play, да?" Prussia inwardly shivered at his enthusiasm. This was the same kind of enthusiasm the large country felt whenever he needed Prussia for his 'entertainment'.

"Let's play a game called-" Gilbert broke off as he kicked his free leg towards Russia's face. The momentum was all off, though, so instead of hitting the desired target, Prussia's leg caused him to lose balance and topple over onto the cement floor. His head hit the ground with a resounding smack.

'Everything is so cold,' thought Prussia, concienceness slowly fading as he felt the damn commie sit on his back and lean in close to whisper something into his ear, pulling off his cross necklace as he did so.

"Да," Ivan giggled as his smile spread wider; too wide, "let's play a game!"

-Berlin Wall falls down- 1989-

Germany stood on one side of what used to be the barrier between brothers. The land he had yearned to see; the place that he had missed so dearly: East Germany, Prussia.

Never would Ludwig call his brother the DDR, because his brother was NOT that.

"Gilbert! I'm here; we're all here! You're safe now, so come out!" Ludwig called through the broken wall. Many nations stood behind him and watched as the scared younger brother looked for his older sibling.

That's what it was; despite their appearances, Germany was pretty young for a nation and was treated like an adult at an early age because he looked the part. But, he was still just a kid.

"Gilbert... Gilb... Big Bruder!" Ludwig was frantic now, ready to run into the former land of Prussia.

He was actually prepping to do so when he was stopped by an arm in front of him. Ludwig turned to see the person who was holding him back from his brother, ready to retaliate, when he realized who was giving him the saddened yet stern gaze. His eyes widened.

"Italien..." He trailed off, uncertain about what to say and also slightly intimidated under the Italian's surprisingly hard glare.

"Get ahold of yourself, Beilschmidt! You can't help anyone if you're going on a wild goose chase throughout East Germany! Calm down and think rationally about this."

Germany had turned his head to the ground during Feliciano's speech and, once Italy was finished, whipped it back towards the Italian before him. His eyes felt warmer and he felt shaky, unstable, weak- needless to say, Ludwig felt miserable.

His voice cracked as he whispered, "Aber... Mein bruder... Mein Preußen! I need to get him!"

Feliciano's eyes darkened with a hidden anger that he was currently keeping concealed, although Romano was able to sense his flurry of emotions and thus stood by his side in order to calm him and offer moral support.

Suddenly, a loud howl broke through the anxiety in the air. The scream sounded horribly familiar.

"Please, I need you! Come back, please!" the voice cried, "bitte, bitte, BITTE!"

Everyone grew silent as the one person they were waiting for was pushed through the hole in the wall, falling gracelessly to the ground.

Another figure stepped through the 12 foot tall barrier; his metal boots clunked against the hard ground as his dark aura spiraled around him.

"Russia… Russland! Bitte! Ich liebe dich, Russland! Bitte!" The boy sat on the ground in tatters. He wore a maids outfit, navy-blue dress torn at the hem and apron a dingy cream color. The headband on his head was lacy and worn, speckled with a deep crimson color in places. His black boots were untied and frayed.

The thing that scared the nations the most, though, were his eyes. The normal boisterous sparkle that would normally shine in his eyes was gone, the former Prussian's iris' a dull burgundy. Deep purple rings framed his eyes, displaying his lack of sleep. Tears spilled from his eyes as he looked up at his tormentor, his lips twitching in a forced smile.

Ludwig looked at his long-lost brother from his current spot; Germany was frozen in place, only able to watch as his big brother begged Russia for forgiveness, occasionally slipping into his native tongue. Ludwig breathed in deeply, chocking on the air. Feliciano hit his back, allowing him to breath properly again. Italy Veneciano looked on at the scene in front of him with a pensive expression on his face.

"Izvinite, Пруссия. But, you are leaving now. Farewell," the tall Russian deadpanned before turning around and walking back towards the gaping hole from whenst he came.

Upon reaching it, though, he turned around and smiled widely; although his toothy grin seemed to be more of a menacing smirk as his eyes settled on the ex-nation once more.

"Oh, да, one more thing," he murmured, reaching into his pocket for something until his hand clasped around it with an aha sound. He whisked it out and threw it at the disheveled Prussian, hitting his forehead and falling into his lap, "there you go, no need for that anymore! Hope you had fun, кролик. Hope our game was fun, little Bunny!"

Once Ivan left, Gilbert looked down at the object in his lap and promptly proceeded to begin crying again, screaming out words of prayer to any God listening. He clutched his cross necklace to his chest tightly as tears spilled down his face like a waterfall.

Jolted out of his thoughts, Ludwig raced towards his brother, pushing others out of his way as he approached and, falling on his knees, wrapped his older brother in a tight embrace. They shook heavily, both brought to tears. Shaken out of his own little world, Prussia tilted his head towards the person in front of him. Prussia's sight grew darker as he spoke to someone he hadn't seen in centuries.

"Don't cry, Holy Rome."

A/N: This is a story that I had in my notes for months, until I finally found the inspiration to finish it! I will add more and hopefully will have it out in 2 weeks at the most!

Translations (Please correct if incorrect):

Gottverdammten= Goddamned

Verdammt= Damned

Да= Yes

Bruder= Brother

Italien= Italy

"Aber... Mein bruder... Mein Preußen!"= "But… My brother… My Prussia!"

Bitte= Please

Russland= Russia

Ich liebe dich= I love you

"Izvinite, Пруссия."= "Sorry, Prussia."

кролик= Bunny

Dang, that's a lot of translations. Please stay tunes for more, and hopefully I can add some humor (a la bad touch trio!) I don't think I could successfully write a full depressing story!

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