A/N: My spellchecker likes to change 'Raivis', into 'ravish'.

--LeriaCossato

EDIT: Made some more minor changes! Whoo I'm not very good at this am I? Lol. I've decided to deliberately make all the nations say 'East Germany', instead of 'Prussia', because Prussia was officially dissolved by this time period. Gilbert and Ludwig however, still remain loyal to the name 'Prussia'. I also have Ivan using 'Gilbert' instead of 'East' because he tries to be overly friendly towards Prussia, which, as we all know, is not received very well. XD.


Prussia woke up in a daze. He didn't quite remember what had happened, but he was sure it involved an angry Russia and something hard and blunt. He shifted around, and winced as he accidently put pressure on the many cuts and bruises covering his entire body.

The door to his small cell of a room opened, and a timid Latvia poked his head around.

"Um, Mr East sir?"

There was a groan as a response.

"Uh... Mr Russia wants to see you upstairs in the kitchen."

"Oh shit," he muttered. "Right, I'm coming."

He lifted himself up, and started to put on one of his shirts. Russia had brought over most of his possessions, but the iron cross, the symbol of Gilbert's pride, had been conveniently left at Ludwig's house.

"Hey uh, Raivis?"

"Yes, Mr East?"

"Uh... what time is it?" There were no windows in his room.

"It's almost noon, sir. After Mr Russia um... beat you, you fell unconscious. You've been unconscious for the whole morning."

"Oh. Well, thanks for telling me and uh..."

"Yes?"

"Please call me Gilbert. I'm no one of position anymore. Not in this hellhole."

He flashed his trademark grin, and was relieved to see the timid child smile faintly back.

When he reached the kitchen door, he paused for a second, before turning the handle and striding in.

Ivan was sitting at the table, opening a new bottle of vodka.

"Ah, Gilbert. How nice to see you this morning."

There was no trace of the angry, violent man from last night. His face was all smiles and a look of pure glee.

What the fucking hell...? Is he truly bipolar, as everyone thinks?

The others bustled into the room and sat down for lunch. Estonia recalled the events of the morning, news and trade and other such things that Prussia had no care for. Lithuania was busy serving out the food, and Latvia didn't utter a word if he could help it.

It was truly an awkward house to be in.

The kettle began whistling. The longer Gilbert listened to it, the more is started to sound like someone screeching. Was just him? Or was everything in this madman's house as fucked up as he was? He wasn't sure. The sound kept going and going, and Prussia felt a sort of agitation and discomfort rise up in his belly. He wanted to ask Russia if he could leave the room, but he knew that the bastard would either out rightly say 'no', or let him, and then tease him about it for the rest of eternity.

Speaking of eternity, was it his fate to spend the rest of eternity here? He hoped not. He'd rather die than spend any longer than was necessary here. But he had hope. His brother had promised that he would be back for him; that he just needed to stay a little while with the Russian.

You'd better not have been lying, West.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. They all looked around, alarmed at each other, before Toris carefully excused himself to go get it.

He came back almost running.

"Um... Mr Braginski? There's someone here for you."

"Who is it, Toris dear?"

"...Mr America."

Ivan stood up without a word. With one look, he sent Raivis running into the other room, muttering something about 'laundry'. Eduard picked up a newspaper, and excused himself into the study.

"Toris, take Gilbert back to his room. I don't want America to see anything. If he does, well... you'll both pay the price. Do I make myself clear?"

Toris grabbed Gilbert's arm, and practically dragged him towards the steps to the basement. As they stood on the stone steps, Gilbert pushed Lithuania's hand away.

"Why do you listen to everything he says? You don't have to blindly follow orders, ya know."

No reply.

"Hey, are you even listening to me?"

"Gilbert." The sudden reply made Prussia jump. "I am not your friend; neither do I want to be. You are here simply because of Ivan's wishes. I haven't forgotten Grunwald, when you tried to kill my best friend. Neither have I forgotten that smug grin on your face as you and your brother marched through my land, nearly killing all my people. Beating Feliks almost to death. No. I am not your friend."

"That was ages ago, Toris! Surely you've got over that by now!"

"I don't forget anything, East. I do not like you, and I am glad Russia has taken a fancy to beating you instead of me. That said," he reached over to grab Gilbert's arm again; "I am not going to deliberately try and get you into trouble. You can do that of your own accord. If we stay in our own parts of the house, and do not make contact with each other, I am sure we can get along fine." They had reached the basement room which now served as Gilbert's bedroom, and Lithuania pushed him inside.

"...Sleep well, East Germany."

"Fuck you!" was the only response he got.


Gilbert sat down on the cold stone floor. He leaned back against the wall, and studied the beautiful purple bruises adorning his arms. Bloody bastard Russia. I bet he's upstairs at this moment, eating appetizers with America and discussing trade agreements. I bet he's smiling and laughing, all the while planning world domination. I bet America doesn't even remember that I'm here, that he and England sent me here to this hellhole. I bet no one even remembers me, or cares if I die.

He hugged his knees up to his chest in order to keep the warmth in.

I don't blame Lithuania, really. God knows how long he's had to live with that madman. I'd never let anyone know that though. I'm meant to be the awesome Prussia, the one who never shows mercy or remorse. In fact, they'd all laugh if they saw me now, wallowing in my own self pity.

He stood up abruptly.

No, he thought. I can't let Russia get me down. I've got to bear this as best as I can. I'm not going to stay here forever; God wouldn't do that to me.

Or would he?


About three hours later, Russia came downstairs to see Gilbert, curled up in a ball sleeping on the ground. A rare smile of affection grazed his lips, before he strode into the room, making as much noise as he possibly could.

Gilbert awoke instantly, the panic in his eyes settling into a cold grim look as he recognized the boots and trench coat of the Russian.

"What do you want, Braginski?"

"I want you to kneel down in front of me."

"What!?" Gilbert spluttered, "why?"

"Because I think we need to properly drill it into your head who is the boss here. And plus, I'm bored and want some fun. Kneel."

Oh no, there was no way in hell he was going to prostrate himself in front of this man. No way.

Russia drew a deep breath.

"I am waiting, comrade."

"I'm not your fucking comrade. And there is no way I am ever, EVER going to kneel to you. Understood?"

The blow to his face was expected, but it nevertheless managed to send him flying across the room, head into the stone wall. He slumped down, dazed, and felt the trickle of blood running down his right eye. He started coughing up blood and mucus.

"Get up, comrade. I am waiting."

"Pi-piss... off..." was all Gilbert could respond with. He wiped his mouth and carefully stood up, using the wall as a support.

Almost immediately the enormous Russian was on him again, pushing him down to the ground. Prussia put up a struggle, but soon he found himself straddled by the giant.

"...Well, this is certainly an interesting position. What are you planning to do? Ride me?" The grin on Gilbert's face was wild and feral. "Take a ride on my five meters, you Russian bastard. All night long baaby! ~"

The faintest glimmer of a smile almost formed on Ivan's face, before it was gone, and the Russian had stood up again. He shed himself of his pants, and yanked Gilbert's head up by his white blond hair.

There was an ominous pause from both men, until the taller of the two licked his lips seductively.

"Suck it, you vile Nazi scum. Suck."


Ludwig sat in the living room, reading a book. Today he was with England, and he had to admit, he found the man's company quite pleasant. Much better than the perverted France or the overactive America.

Said American suddenly burst through the front door, brandishing a hamburger in one hand, and a bottle of coke in the other.

"What the hell was that!?" Arthur walked firmly to the front door, saw the person standing in the doorway, and nearly pushed Alfred back out again. "Can you at least knock when you want to come in, you idiot?"

"Heey England! Hey Germany!"

"Are you even listening to me!?"

The American bounced into the room, and sat himself down firmly on the couch. Crumbs and bits of burger flew themselves across the room.

"Don't just walk in here uninvited and spread your vile food everywhere! I just cleaned here this morning!"

Ludwig shut the book with a sigh. He had often wondered how the Englishman had ever coped with America's foolishness.

"Anyways England, I went to visit Russia earlier!"

England froze.

"...Russia?" squeaked England.

"Yeah, he was actually rather nice to me! His house is always so cold, but luckily I had my jacket on, so I didn't-"

"Never mind that!" shouted England. He glanced nervously at Germany, who was sitting with a wide eyed expression on his face, "How is... how is East Germany?"

Ludwig mentally flinched at the use of 'East Germany'. Not Prussia. Prussia was dissolved, gone.

"Oh..." Alfred stopped. He swallowed heavily. "Well uh, Russia told me how, after we dissolved Prussia, he began to get weaker and weaker until eventually..." he trailed off.

Ludwig abruptly got up and ran upstairs. He couldn't stop the tears rapidly forming at the corners of his eyes. His brother was gone. Gilbert. Prussia. The one who had taught him how to use a sword, the one who had taken him out for his first drink, helped him home when he was high. The one who had sworn that he would always be there for his little bro.

And now he was Dead.


A/N: Cliffhangers! AHAHAHAHAA-*shot*

Anyways, I hoped you liked this chapter. I'm actually really enjoying writing this fanfiction because it has many parallels to my own life. I don't want to get into too many details though.

I'm also taking the fanfiction challenge here, where the pairing I am writing is DenmarkxPrussia. XD. So if there isn't an update in this one for a while, you'll know why. Lawls.

HISTORICAL NOTES: Battle of Grunwald, July 15th, 1410. (Also known as the 1st Battle of Tannenberg.) The battle was fought between the Kingdom of Poland and the Grand Duchy of Lithuania vs the Knights of the Teutonic Order (Prussia when he was younger). The battle ended in a decisive victory for Poland and Lithuania.