A/N: I know. This has been done a thousand times before. So one more time doesn't matter, right? ^^' Besides, it's right now 5.30 in themorning and I shall be killed if Mom cathces me here and this has just been in the back of my mind for like forever(since 30th Sept, actually, but whatever) Not that that has anything to do with anything. Completely unrelated, I assure you. Except maybe it serves as a warning to just how ..ahem! Anyway, this is my take on the Russia-Prussia relationship while Prussia was GDR.

How extremely original.

That was just Kumajirou. Excuse his manners. Canada spoils him (*goes into Belarus-style chant: killyoukillyoukillyoukillyou)

No, not you. Kuma, I mean.

Put My Thoughts to Sleep

Summary: The German brothers were complete opposites. And so were their circumstances.

"Don't you remember? When West kept on putting his thoughts to sleep, this was what happened!"

But in Prussia's case, it might be the only ray of hope.

Characters: Prussia/Gilbert, Russia/Ivan, Germany/Ludwig(also referred to as West). Cameo : Lithuania/Toris, Estonia/Edouard, Latvia/Raivis

Pairing(s): None in this chapter. RoPru and a smattering of PruCan later on.

"I've grown accustomed to the pain

Learnt to welcome it, even

If it sends my thoughts into the darkness

I shall thank you for the pain."

They were all his children. How could one be better than another? But...After all, Bosses were always right and one could never argue with them. And what his Boss said made sense.

Well, some of it did, anyway.

What the Hell was he thinking? Genocide did not make sense. It never did.

But even if he did not agree with it, he had to follow him. Because he was his Boss and a substantial amount of his people, drunk on glory and blind to the darker side, backed him up. Their will bound the two of them together.

But Ludwig knew that it wasn't that monster that made him feel so helpless and scared.

Somewhere inside, he was just afraid that maybe, he too, was turning into one, thinking like one.

And that, was the sole cause of his fear.

Chap I: The Leash

"Scheisse!" Gilbert hissed, his SS Luftwaffe uniform splotched with blood in places.

"Bruder, Russia will break into your house any time." Ludwig, said, concern etched on every line of his face.

Eh...he's worried for me? That's so..cute!

"Eh, you're worried for me? That's so unawesome, West! I won't give up without a fight! So watch your own back!"

Prussia wasn't going to let his baby bruder know that he was scared. Scared for what would happen to Ludwig once they found out everything. Ludwig had come to know – and told him – about the Holocaust one week ago, but now there was no backing out anymore, and the Germans were clinging on to the thin hope of Hitler performing another of his so-called 'miracles', so West's bond to his Boss was thicker than ever.

"Stay here! My Boss..."

"Fuck your Boss!" Gilbert's thin hold on his patience snapped. Which is not all that surprising considering that he was getting beaten up by Russia and worried sick for his bruder who would be getting it from the rest of the Allies and who had to follow an insane Boss.

Wessi sure knows how to pick them out.

Even in the face of defeat, Prussia couldn't help being sarcastic.

"He's the cause behind all of this."

Ludwig turned away, his hair – messed-up for once – shielding his face, but Gilbert could hear the slight, almost inaudible tremble in his voice when he spoke.

"I have to follow his orders."

The hell? West never cried. That was one of his characteristics, like Gilbert's was always being awesome.

No, scratch that.

Always being super-awesome-more-than-anyone.

He clenched his fist. "Stop putting your thoughts to sleep, Luddy. This is where it has gotten us."

Prussia's reverie was broken by the sound of a joint "LATVIAAAAAAAAAA" from Toris and Edouard.

His own words had come back to mock him.

Did he, too, not wish for the pain now?

No, he wasb;t a masochist. That was more up West's alley. Not. His. Awesome. Turn-on.

But when the pain began, the thoughts would stop. And he would be too weak to dream anything for the night.

Mein Gott. If the pain could keep these..unwanted thoughts at bay, it could go on forever and Prussia wouldn't mind.

"Da, Kaliningrad. Sometimes it is almost as if you enjoy the pain – you crave for the punishment.:

With a flick of his wrist, Prussia was made to face him.

"Sadist, you call it?" Face scrunched up to find the right word/."Da?"

"Don't call me Kaliningrad." Prussia spat. "And as for sadism..." a flicker, a smile that was gone before being fully visible. "we're both on the same boat, ja?" Mocking his habit of adding a "da" at the end of every sentence.

A beat. A flinch as Russia raised the whip in his hand.

More pain, less thoughts.

The whip was thrown on the floor at his feet.

When he recovered enough from his surprise to look at Russia, he was already gone.

"Hurry up and finish the dishes, Gilbert."

"Toris...I-I-I s-spilled something on M-Mr. R-R-Russia's coat,:

"!"

Daily sounds of the houseold.

Gilbert wasn't afraid of that. During the day, he could dream..even if he knew they wouldn't come true.

After all, he was awesome and would rise again one da.

The flag of the Black Eagle would march forward again.

He began humming: "... My territory sleeping on the world map.."(1)

No, Gilbert Weillschimdt(2) was not afraid of anything – not even Russia.

His screams began at midnight, on the stroke of twelve.

A/N: (1) – aA line from a fan-made version of MKC Prussia. That made me cry.

Yuss, I used the alternative spelling. So kill me.

And '..Genocide.

Of any kind. So if you happen to support that, I'm sorry, but my views on Hitler would be sure to offend you, but for this one, I .Apologise. He is one of the very rare people who make me want to punch him. Hard.

The only other persons are our Chem and Home Ec teachers.

Ah, and my favourite part! Translations: (all German)

Scheisse: Shit

Mein Gott: My God.

Bruder: Brother

Wessi: West

Also, please try to review. Of course, sometimes its just not possible, but if you can, drop a line in about if I should continue with this or not. 'Cos updates would be short and once/twice a month. And don't bother putting in a word about the chapter length. I break things up into shorter chapters 'cos I kinda hate having to go through a wall of text.

Lol I'm such a hypocrite!

Anyway, short chapter = more chapters uploaded at a time.

So, either way, you're not the loser.

So please, Review?

(Or I shall sic Belarus in her "Kekon" mode on you*evil laughter*)

Sorry 'bout that..my Russia personality just took over. Except maybe even he would be too merciful to do that...