A/N: sorry for such a long wait! I didn't even give this to my beta because I didn't want make you all wait any longer. Please review and tell me what you think of this chapter. I don't really think it's any good but this chapter is half important / half filler
Chapter 2: meeting the family
The violet eyed male was roughly pulled from the car and dragged up the driveway towards the house. He tried not to shiver in the cold winter breeze, General Winter he believed it was called. Unfortunately his coat offered no protection against this kind of weather. Once inside he wrapped his arms around himself as he followed the Russian into the sitting room.
"Stay here. I'll get the rest of the family da?" Without waiting for an answer he disappeared from the room, leaving the Austrian by himself in the empty room.
Austria looked around, the room looked pretty much the same since the last time he was here but that was a long time ago. There was once a time that he was engaged to be married, his boss's idea of course, but that was long ago, before history shaped him into the cruel, sadistic creature he was now. He remembered little about his short time spent with the Russian. Though it was probably best that way, it wouldn't do if he became deluded into thinking that he would be treated any different than the others.
The doors opening drew the attention of the musician. He watched as the tall blond walked in followed by others. He knew who they were; the nations of Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Poland, Belarus, and Ukraine, all under his (Russia's) control and all part of this so called "family."
Under the watchful eye of the bigger nation, Austria and the others exchanged their hellos, each nation smiling, and each faking except for two. Belarus was rude and bitter, loudly complaining that there was little room as it was in the house (lie) and Ivan shouldn't continue bringing home strays. Ha! She said it as if she believed that they wanted to be here, wanted to be close to her "precious" big brother. Who knows maybe she did.
Ukraine was kind and more soft spoken then her younger siblings. It was hard to believe she was the eldest with the way she shyly smiled at the newest nation joining them. The smile she received in turn was not as forced as the ones he gave before, though it is best to say that the smile was not entirely genuine either.
After the forced pleasantries Austria was to his...err...room, if you could even call it that. A single light bulb hung above and lit the tiny space that had only one door leading out into the hallway, a small dresser in which to put his clothes in, one small bed that didn't look big enough for someone even half his size, one small dusty window that was most likely rusted shut and allowed little light in, and no bathroom. All in all it was a pretty sad excuse for a room.
"I think I'd prefer the dungeon. At least it's clean." He declared to no one as he turned his nose up at the pathetic excuse for a room.
With a great sigh, he shrugged off his coat and neatly folded it before placing it in one of the drawers, his cravat, pants, and socks following soon after. Realizing he had not been given any night clothes, he kept on his shirt, something he did not like at all. He took off his glasses and placed them on the top of the dresser. After turning off the light, he pulled back the thin covers and settled into bed, laying his head on the hard pillow and curling into a ball. Closing his eyes and allowing sleep to overcome him, his last thought was of how he missed his warm home back in Vienna.
He woke up to someone shaking him. He looked up, still groggy with sleep, at the blond nation above him. He believed this one was the nation Estonia but he was not sure, he was still half asleep.
"Gute morgen." He mumbled, not as much as a morning person as others would like to believe.
The green eyed nation smiled slightly, "Good morning. It's time to get up Mr. Austria, we have chores to do." He said before walking out of the room.
"Chores?" Austria muttered sleepily to himself. He stared at the door for a moment before he realized something, "Wait! You never told me where the bathroom was!" He exclaimed, jumping off the bed and throwing open the door.
The hallway was empty.
He sighed and ran a hand over his face. He looked around and noticed a set of clothes placed on his dresser. Frowning, he grabbed the clothes and looked them over. It was a simple set of black pants, a white shirt, and a black vest. Even though he knew that he had to get dressed, he did not feel like dressing without taking a shower or at least brushing his teeth, but he didn't dare go and look for one. He grudgingly got dressed and put on his glasses, feeling a bit dirty. When he bent over to tie his shoes he saw a red piece of cloth. Picking it up, he realized that it was arm band.
Memories assaulting his mind, he remembered of a time not long ago when he was first annexed by Germany, the day when he was first given his swastika arm band with the younger nation welcoming him. He recalled how Gilbert had grinned and wrapped his arms around the other two Germanic nations saying something along the lines of "Welcome to the party, Roddy! We're gonna rule the world!" He had joked, causing the other two more serious nations to smile with him. (1)
Smiling as he fingered the cloth softly, he turned it over; the gold colored symbol caused his face to drop. The communist symbol, the symbol he now how had wear to show that he was under communist rule. He swallowed the lump in his throat before he slipped the band up his arm. Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair in attempt to make himself somewhat presentable. Catch a glint in the corner of his eye he picked up the iron cross from on top of the dresser, not remembering placing it there. He slipped the chain over his head and sure that the cross showed. Even though it might have seen like a normal cross from someone to him it was a reminder why he was here, a reminder to Russia that he didn't want to be here, and that he didn't want to have any part of this "family."
He jumped at the knock on his door and opened it to come face to face with his "cousin" Poland, it seemed like not so long ago they were both under Germania's rule and now they were once again forced under someone else's control.
"Come on, you're late." He told him (Roderich) in his slightly high pitched voice.
The normally flamboyant blond turned on his heel and started down the hallway, forcing the brunette to walk faster to catch up to him. Walking behind him, The Austrian realized that the Polish nation was wearing clothes similar to his when it hit him. They were wearing the same clothes, uniforms to reinforce the truth that they were prisoners, no better than servants, in this house. At least so he assumed that was the reason.
"...uniforms." the voice pulled him out of his thoughts but he had only managed to catch the end of the sentence.
"Huh?" He had asked, confused.
The other nation looked at Roderich from the corner of his eye but repeated himself anyway, "I said, Russia forces us to wear these totally not cool uniform every day. It's like really lame and everything but what can you do." He shrugged.
He was led into the kitchen where he was greeted by Ukraine and Lithuania, the two nations smiling as they cooked and ran around the house, though Lithuania's smile was shaky but he assumed that anyone who spent as long as the Baltics had would be scared, they probably knew better than anyone how cruel Russia could be. Ukraine...well...she seemed a bit like an airhead to him.
"доброе утро (good morning) Mr. Austria." Ukraine greeted.
"Gute Morgen." He replied in his native tongue.
"Your here to help us make breakfast?" She asked cheerfully, a bit to cheerful this early in the morning.
Austria looked at the dark haired man from the corner of his eye, the other nation nodding ever so slightly. He looked at the woman and nodded stiffly; trying to smile a bit but it looked more like a grimace. She just grinned and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the doorway and over to the stove. If she noticed Austria flinch when she grabbed him, she didn't show it. She led him over to the counter and instructed him on what to do.
By the time they finished it was time for breakfast to be served or so he was told. Ukraine gave them each something to carry into the room which they did as quick as possible so not to incur Russia's wrath. After breakfast was laid out, they were forced to sit down and eat together like a family would. Though it was nothing like a normal family breakfast as the whole affair was filled with the sounds of forks and knives scraping against plates.
After breakfast they were sent out to do their chores well except for Belarus and Ukraine as they had full run of the house as Russia's "sisters". His first chore was to sweep, mop, and dust the front hall. He sighed as he grabbed the supplies and went about his duty. He kept his head down, ignoring the looks from the others walking about Russia's house as some of them were officials in the Soviet government and he did not need them getting any bright ideas.
By the end of the day Roderich was sore all over as he was not used to so much manual labor. He had skipped dinner time with the others, not wanting to sit and pretend he was happy to be here. He stripped off his clothes and changed into a set of pajamas that must have been put in his room while he was out. He groaned and flopped on the hard bed. He was out in seconds.
(1) i got the idea for this part from a picture with Austria, Prussia, and Germany standing in front a building during WWII and smiling. now this part might seem a bit weird but if you think about it from Prussia's POV with the start of WWII and the idea of them taking over mot of Europe isnt a bad thing. especially since Prussia and Austria used to be great empires so the idea of gaining power and taking over Europe isnt a bad one. of course im not saying WWII and Hitler's actions were okay (BECAUSE THEY WERE NOT) but Prussia and Austria most likely didnt even know about the concentration camps when the war started.