This story is a pairing of the characters Russia(Ivan) and Prussia(Gilbert) from Axis Powers Hetalia. In other words, it contains gay themes. Do not continue if this is not what you were looking for. It is purely fanfiction and is not related to the comic or animation at all. It is also barely - if at all, based on real history.
I hope you enjoy reading! :)
Present, Winter, After World War 2
The morning sun shown down in a dark room. The walls were painted a deep royal rouge, one that seemed to seep into you like blood. With age it's color had faded, and the furniture was a beautiful dark cherry wood with golden handles, knobs and trimmings. The window was open, letting a cool breeze waft in from the nearby hillside. Pale, faded cream curtains were pulled slightly open and gently moving.
"I... I hate you! Why won't you just let me go? You're horrible!"
Ivan looked up at him, his face emotionless, dark and lost. He didn't want it to come to this point – he never thought that those he cherished so much would eventually hate him and want only to leave him.
A heavy fist shot down against the table as the Russian suddenly stood to his full height.
"Stop! Just stop! You can't leave me! Everyone..." Ivan's head lowered and his shoulders caved in as he shook; shook with rage, sadness, and all the loneliness of years gone by.
Gilbert couldn't help but tense up. This was like suicide. To ask for freedom from such a man. He knew that now that it was too late. Moving in had been the worst decision of his life.
"Let me go. You and I both know I never wanted to be here in the first place." Gilbert had to stay strong.
"I never said you could leave. Don't you see? Everything I've ever done for you – for Toris, Raivis and Eduard, it is because I care. All of Mother Russia cares." With a look of disgust, Ivan let his gaze fall on Gilbert. "Why must you be so ungrateful?"
Gilbert swallowed hard, rage swelling in his gut. He wanted to fight back. He wanted to break free. But here, as he stood before this taller man... the one man he hated with all of his being – he couldn't. Was it fear? Fear of a man... because Ludwig could not save him in this man's home? This room. It began to feel smaller. Darker. Smothering.
Ivan glared at him, not sure what to do. All he knew was that he had to have control. He needed Gilbert to stay. Yes – this man would never leave him.
"I have work to do. This issue will have to be dealt with another time. But now – no. So go back to your room." He ordered, his voice deep – powerful, he was trying to control himself. Control the rage.
Gilbert clenched his teeth, he wanted to scream. But he turned and walked back to the door, slamming it behind him in protest. How could his country have been split up like this? How could Russia be in control of him? It was horrifying. To know that his home had been split. Some to West Germany, some to Poland, and the most terrifying – some to Russia.
He didn't want to be here. Freedom to be one's own country... that was what he wanted. That was what he needed. Sulking, the light haired man returned to his given room, ignoring Toris as he walked past him. The brunette only looked at him sadly, "You tried..." Was all he heard from the man.
His room was painted a dark purple, similar faded cream curtains covered windows and cherry wood furniture filled the room. "This place... It's so old." Gilbert mumbled to himself. There was little belongings he'd been allowed to keep here. Clothes, precious trinkets, very few books, and his only photo of his brother was something he'd secretly brought with him. The bed in the room was large, but in such a space it seemed small. The bedding had been remade by Toris – the one man who actually took care of the place. Sitting down, he looked around himself, before sighing and laying down on his side, letting out a light sneeze. Today had been long. One thing he did know was that he had a dim dark future ahead of him in such a place if he stayed here. The wall being built between him and his brother made that only more apparent.
In time though... Gilbert drifted off to sleep.
