Bitter Sweet

Chapter 1

Pairing: PruHun

Warning: Mentions of rape and torture.

A/N: So I asked my good friend Lrihgo if I could continue her story: Broken Wings.

This is what happens after her story. I also role play Hungary and her story is my

headcanon for that time. This is also from Prussia's point of view.

I awoke to the sounds of struggle; a grunt, an evil chuckle and then silence. Quietly, I move from the bed to the door and peek. The guards are laughing over something or someone. A burly guard begins to speak in a thick accent that even I have a hard time deciphering what few Russian phrases I know; I begin to glare as I realize are talking about a girl, a stupid girl. The girls' door slams shut and I silently shut mine, waiting for the sound of heavy boots to disappear. Leaning on the door, I take a deep breath and crack it open again; no one was there and I exhale.

"Fuck!" I quickly cover my loud mouth and look around, fear creeping up my spine; no one was coming, I am safe for the time being. My fingers grasp the flower, moving the soft petals against my skin as I inspect it; dread fills my stomach and my heart begins to ache. She was here, she isn't safe anymore.

I door knob is cool as I grasp it firmly, I don't know what waits for me inside and I swallow hard. I know what HE is capable of and it is even worse if you fought back, let alone trying to rebel against him. My hand begins to tremble slightly as I open the door; mentally preparing myself for whatever brutal condition she is in.

It is worse than I could imagine and I have to look away from her, trying not to gag. How long has it been since her bandages were changed at and did they even dress the new wounds? These questions are superfluous, I know the answer already.

The door clicks shut behind me and I numbly make my way over to her broken body. I am hoping it isn't as horrid as it looks. Assessing the damage done, I begin to search for something to clean her off with and dress her wounds.

I know he keeps some medical supplies in the bathroom but I am going to need to be extra careful this time; she needs me and I don't want to disappoint her again.

The hallway is eerily silent and I wonder where all his guards are, you usually could hear them walking the halls, making sure no one was stepping out of line. Flicking on the bathroom light, I quickly look for what I need to help her. I consider grabbing a bowl that is on the counter and filling it with water. Is it worth the risk of being caught? Nein, I need it to help her and I am going to at any cost. I stuff the bandages in my pants, fill the bowl with water, and secure it the best I can in my trembling hands. Looking around the hallway I begin the short walk back to her room hoping I am not leaving a trail of water to follow.

Maybe I am jumpy, maybe it's because I knew that her life depends on me but whatever the reason is; I have never felt more terrified in my life. Hearing someone in the hall, I hide in the first room, holding my breath and hoping I won't be caught. They continue on and I exhale before going back to her room. Even now I find it hard to look at her. Setting the bowl down on the end table I pull out some sheets from the drawer and began ripping them into pieces; I am not going to risk getting another clean bowl of water so a clean cloth every time will have to do. Her hair was still as soft as I remember as I move it gently away from her face and begin tending to the gash on her fore head. It's pretty deep and as I stitch it up, I give a little thanks to the officer who taught me how to stitch a wound properly. I repeat the steps as I clean down her shoulder and arm; most of them superficial wounds that need no stitching. I won't lie; I hesitate when it comes to taking off the tattered remains of her shirt. I mean, I have seen her naked before but this is different, I am afraid of the wounds I would find. My hands tremble as I took off what was left of her shirt. Letting out the breath that I didn't realize I was holding I am pleased to see that there aren't any deep wounds. That was going to make this much easier. Dipping a new rag into the water, I start washing her chest avoiding staring at her. It is indecent to leer at her when she was unconscious and I can feel my cheeks starting to burn. It's times like this when I feel like an utter fool. As soon I am done with her chest, I cover her and grab a new rag to wash her stomach.

Swallowing hard, I know what I have to do next and I try to convince myself that it is nothing. Taking my time, I start with her legs and bandage any wounds that I find before even glancing at that area. I had to clean it; I suspect that she has been raped (because let's face it, Liz wouldn't have consensual sex with the brute). There are fingertip bruises on her hips and her neck was also forming a nasty bruise. He has done some terrible things to her, things that I know she won't be able to forgive, nor I. Grabbing a rag, I slowly dip it in the water and look away, this is way to awkward. She groans and I tense up; if she wakes up with my hand in her, well, she won't be too pleased. I finish as quickly as I can, making the horrible mistake of glancing down at the rag; blood.

I glance up at her; she was far away in some distant dream, a soft smile gracing her face. I smile a little to myself as I pull a blanket over her. At least she has some respite from this. At least her dreams aren't nightmares, at least not yet. The rags are in a pile on the ground, I consider picking them up and putting somewhere else put a small tug on my sleeve stops me. Her slender fingers make their way down the fabric, weaving their way through mine, and under her breath I hear her mumble, "Don't leave."

She sounds so weak, defenseless and I can't leave her; not that I was going to. Leaning over I kiss her forehead as I whisper, "I ain't leaving ya, Lizzy." My red eyes meet her green and I smile a little down at her. I could see how surprising it was to find out it who it was but then those beautiful eyes soften as she squeezes my hand. Running my fingers over her cheek, I kiss her forehead again, lying next to her I pull her into a gentle hug as she starts to weep into my shoulder. I feel her whole body shake as she sobs. After everything she has been through, after everything we have been through I still can't find the right words to comfort her. What I want to say is inappropriate for the time but I still can't stop the words that start tumbling from my lips. "Liz, I love you. I have for quite a while and I know you have been through some terrible things lately but you are strong. I believe in you." She stiffens while I confess to her but she doesn't immediately push me away instead she snuggles closer, her sobs slowly becoming sniffles until her breathing slows as she is lured back into dream land again. I hold her close knowing this was the only time I can do so; she is hurt in more ways than I can ever hope to help heal but this was a start, wasn't it? I hope this can be a new start for the both of us.

A/n: I had to redo this chapter because of verb confusion. So if you are reading this again and wonder why there are few different lines, that is why.

Thank you to both old and new readers! Review if you want!