This is the part of the story that starts at Gilbert's point of view and in some chapters it changes from first character to somebody telling the story hehe hope you enjoy the story
Songs~
Heroin
Velvet Underground.
My eyes cracked open slowly, my body ached and felt empty. Cold air ate away at any bared skin, unwanted and unpleasant, my clothes barely kept any of my heat in. As my body froze I became aware of my surroundings, and how where I was wasn't very familiar, the smell, the taste in the air, how my skin crawled. None of that gave indicators I was in a very friendly place.
That's right.
I was in Russia.
Why else would I feel like my life was at stake?
"Ah finally you are awake." I shot up quickly as soon as I heard the much too close Russian accent. "Why do you look so angry Prussia?"
The voice from my childhood memories, the voice the belonged to a person I had hid and fought with when I was younger and had eerily told me that one day he would have me. Turning my head slowly I stared at Ivan with the most piercing fucking glare I could manage. I bet it was awesome and surpassed the glares the South Italian brother so kindly gave to everybody.
"Ah I guess I can't blame you for being resentful." Ivan ran a hand though this hair his lavender eyes never leaving my face. I quickly added a scowl in with the glare.
"Why am I here?" I growled rubbing my arms. The events from the meeting came at me like a storm and my shoulders slumped at the memory.
"Ah well... I had a deal with your brother that if he was to lose the war you belong to me. I have waited too long to finally get my hands on you." He gave one of those eerie but extremely happy smiles that made my blood run cold.
"Was? I mean what? You had a deal with mein bruder?" I gasped trying not to believe the fact my brother, my own little brother had made a deal with the devil to exchange me for what I didn't know but...
"Yes I did, and trust me I didn't care what I was giving up it means now I have had something I have longed for da? And I did promise that this would happen one day"
I stared at my shaking hands for a moment.
No fucking way...
"What do you mean when you say you're been wanting me Russia?" I said uncharacteristically timidly. The Russian silently straddled me on the bed (making my breathing even more shallow than what it was the asshole) and lifted my chin up attempting to get me to look at him.
"I mean what I just said. I have admired you for a long time Prussiya you should know that." I finally dragged my eyes up to look at him. My energy to actually care to keep my Prussian pride, had gone as soon as he broke the news my brother had deceived me. His eyes for one were kind but he still had that bat shit crazy smile on his face so that kind of killed whatever normal expression I thought he'd had. I scowled at him and jerked my head back.
"Don't touch me Russland."
The look in his eyes left and he looked sad. Oh god I started to feel bad for making him look like that. I had to dig deep to find something to keep me from apologising. How the fuck did that crazy fuck manage to do that...
"Leave me alone please Russland. I'm tired." Yeah also depressed, empty, grief stricken, and oh bloody fucking furious but hey that's just another awesome day in the awesome life of me.
Okay who the fuck was I gonna fool with that.
He got up off my waist (I literally breathed in the raping cold air like it was the most amazing thing in the world) and made his way to the door.
"It's a pity you're acting this way, I thought we had gotten over our difference a long time ago. Just call for me when you need something and I will hear you and answer your wish." He said with his back to me. I rolled over when he left.
Why the fuck did he care what I wanted. The asshole was keeping me here against my will already. I wonder if that would count as a wish he would follow through with.
Ha! Probably not.
I stared into space for an hour or so before falling asleep.
Once again my eyes opened but the room was warmer and I wasn't on a rock solid bed. Nope it was soft, warm and covered in pillows. That was something I never expected to wake up to in Ivan's neck of the woods.
"I'm worried about your health Prussiya you're so tired and pale." Ivan stood in the door way his face neutral and not menacing... yet.
"I wouldn't be too surprised if that was the case Russland." I said rolling over to face him.
"Dinner is almost ready. Do you want to come down stairs?"
Actually food was sounding pretty good at the moment. I looked at him and nodded weakly. I was lifted up before I could even have the chance to stand.
"W-What are you doing Russland?" I gasped as he carried me down the hallway.
"Taking you to dinner." He looked down at me with the most innocent expression I'd ever seen. My fuck for the second time I wondered how he managed to get an expression like that.
"Of course." I muttered staring down, gingerly wrapping my arms around his neck to stay up. He sighed happily. A shiver ran down my spine straight away.
He managed to get down to the dining room so swiftly, and quickly. The Baltic countries along with an equally insane but pretty sister Belarus all looked up from their quiet argument. I stared in absolute horror when I caught sight of Belarus holding a blade to the crying, small nation of Latvia's (a huge stoner and alcoholic by the way) neck, the other two simply ceased from trying to pry the mental (but like I said pretty) case off Latvia.
"Chto vy delaete sestra?" Ivan said with a fearful expression at his sister.
"Nie vaša sprava." She muttered glaring at the Latvian, when she looked at her brother her glare intensified beyond belief. "Who the fuck is he?"
"He's Prussiya, he'll be living vith us for a while." Russia said biting his lip. My god he was terrified of Natalia.
"So he's the one Latvia was talking about." She spat coming up to me pushing my head to the side with her blade, I tried to wriggle away from her which was a bit hard in the frozen Russian's grasp. She gave a quick tut under her breath and dug the knife into my cheek the tip only slightly breaking the first layer of skin.
"What's so damn special about him? He's not even a proper country anymore." She laughed pulling the knife away after blood slowly started to appear around the knifes point.
"If he's not a country anymore I wonder why he's still here in full immortal nation form Natalia." The Russian stepped back away from her after realizing that I was on the verge of breaking his arms to get away from her. "Anyway it's none of your business why he's so special to me."
"It's such a pity that you're so blind to the world brother, look at his face do you think he wants to be here?"
Russia looked down at my face and I quickly averted my gaze. He laughed after a moment.
"Does it matter? He's mine now, it's not like he can go anyvhere."
Those words really it home. It was true where was I meant to run to?
Well there was always...
No, Roderich wasn't an option anymore. He was with that Hungarian whore.
She scowled and stormed out of the room. Oh yeah I forgot to mention she really wanted to fuck and marry her brother. Damn it hurt to think she was in to inbreeding.
When I turned to look at the three Baltic nations there was nothing there to look at, they had all bolted when they had the chance.
"Where did they all go?" I muttered staring at the places where their bowls had been.
"They always leave when I start eating, but I'm happy to know I won't be eating by myself tonight." He laughed and placed me in a chair. Oh mein Gott his laugh scared me. So yeah I stared down in my plate at the familiar cuisine in front of me. Shashlyk, I was pro at making that shit.
Oh shut the fuck up! I lived on Russian food since the war alright?
Yeah and a thing of vodka on the side. I guess I couldn't expect much more from Ivan's household. Hell I doubt I could anywhere.
Though America had some good ass food, those fast food joints were sent from heaven seriously.
"You recognize it da?" Ivan asked with his lisp on the bottle of vodka.
"Ja." I dug my fork into the dish and chewed slowly looking at him chugging the fermented potato. "I made this a lot."
"Oh why?" The bottle sat empty on the table as soon as he put it down.
"I guess it grew on me when I tried it I don't know." I put the fork down and took a swing from the vodka. I also knew the Russians made some pretty good fucking cakes. I'd never admit it to him oh hell no, unless he had a few and let me munch on that shit.
"Interesting." He mumbled eating his own Shashlyk. "It's nice eating with you Prussiya, people don't usually want to go near me."
"Oh." I wasn't surprised, did he not get the point I actually did not want to be there. "Why don't they?"
"I don't know... It's saddening to know people are scared of me."
"As I would imagine." Chugging down the last of my vodka I stared at the table. Ah so this is what was destined for the rest of my too long life. I have to sit in this house with this mental case. How fucking amazing.
"What are you thinking about Prussiya?" The Russian stared down at me (oh yeah he stared down the tall fuck) with piercing purple eyes. Ugh I shivered for the millionth time that day under his presence.
"I'm going to go to bed." I said numbly getting up from the table.
"Do you want me to show you the way?" He asked.
"Nein, I'm sure I'll find my way." I glared at him slightly before making my way out of the dining room and attempt to not get lost in the depths of the giant mansion. Cold once again violated me with its bitchy ass clutches as I shuffled down hallway after hallway getting hopelessly lost. Seems my plan crashed and burned.
"Fick." I hissed looking around a dark hallway glaring at all the doors. A marble carving of a cherub taking a piss in a pot indicated the bathroom. Nice let's see how the plumbing was around here.
I had never felt more confused. There were cubicles instead of a single toilet. What the fuck?
I closed the door to the bathroom (I wasn't going to go into a cubicle I didn't need to shit myself as of yet surprisingly enough) and slid down the wall beside one of the basins. I lowered my head onto my knees and wrapped my arms tightly around my shins.
A few minutes later the door opened and a small nation sat next to me.
"Are you okay Pr-Gilbert?" a small voice asked shivering at my side.
"Ah what a surprise to see you here Latvia." I mumbled into my knees.
"That's a bit stupid to say." He said warmly. "Oh god excuse me I shouldn't speak like that Russia always gets angry when I talk to op-"
"Shhh its okay at least there's somebody sane that wants talks to me." I looked into his huge eyes. Ah such a young country, he shouldn't have such fear behind his gaze.
Nor should he have the slight hazy look you get when you drink just a little too much alcohol.
"Enjoying the land of menace yet?" He said quietly.
"Totally kid, this is my buzz."
"Really? I was just joking."
"Ja I know that, so was I."
"Sorry I think it's getting to my head... Drink?" He pulled out four large bottles of vodka from under his red coat. I stared at them for a while. Getting shit faced did seem like a good idea.
"Why not?" I smiled and took two bottles away from him. He smiled back and took a long swing from his bottle.
"At the end of the month there's another meeting and Russia wants you to accompany him." Latvia mumbled.
"What day is it today?"
"It's officially eight days since you blacked out and got dragged on your ass over here."
"I've been out for eight days?" I asked drinking from one of the bottles. "So isn't that meeting like next week?"
"Yeah something like that I don't really care, all I care about is that I get to roam around another country for a while and get my hands on some more booze."He laughed looking at his bottle.
I stared at him for ages before sighing.
"Why do I have to go?"
"Fucked if I know but it's sure to go by quickly if you stick with me when I've got the goods." He leaned back and looked at me grinning. The whole look on his face was out of place for the Latvian.
"What goods?" I said screwing the lid back on my vodka. His smile widened and he dug around in his pockets.
"These pills are what keep me somewhat sane when I'm here. But oh god it's worth it even if you get a tad depressed after." He pulled out a bag of ecstasy and pushed a pill out and popped it in his mouth.
"I thought you just took pot?"
"Nah that's all the Netherlands and what's-his-face's, Ca-Cana-Oh fuck its, job." He shrugged and held out the bag. "Take one it's worth it in the end. And living at Russia's house you need anything to block out intimidatingness."
I cautiously stared at the pills in his hand and took two. Yanking my head back I thrust them into my throat and kept my eyes on the ceiling.
"How long does it take to kick in?" I mumbled.
"About 30 minutes. Drink more vodka and you'll forget all about it until the trip kick's in." His voice was slightly more bubbling and I couldn't feel his shaking. I couldn't tell if I liked the pussy version or this version more oh the usually terrified and pussy-like Baltic.
I took the bottle to my lips again and drank deeply.
"I promise to hang out with you if you promise to have this kind of shit on you daily."
"Of course I will. It's what I pretty much live off, that's why I love being the way we are, we can takae as much as we want, drink as much as we want and the effects are always like it's our first time trying them"
"Thank god for that." Really the whole thought of drugs having to keep me stable just depressed me but it was sort lived. I wouldn't be cast away in some cold land. Nope I would have a friend I can get drunk and high with daily. WOW!
Okay that still depressed me.
"So what happened with you in the dining room? Why was that mental bitch trying to commit murder?"
The small nation sighed. "Ah well I was just talking to her about shit and she had a go at me. Damn me and my super high big mouth."
I had to laugh at that. Fuck it if he wasn't acting himself I could pretend he was a fucked up version of Francis or Antonio.
God I was going to miss those guys.
"Hey Latvia, what's you human name?" I said rolling my eyes to give him a lazy side long look.
"Uh Raivis." He smiled when he looked back at me. "Why?"
"Because I don't want to be calling you Latvia the whole time alright?" ten more minutes to go. My head already swam from the mixture of vodka and the ecstasy slowly taking effect. My teeth slowly started to clam together and grind. "It sounds too formal."
"Yeah I know what you mean Gilbert. It's so hard to get the other two to get hammered with me. They always go 'you're too young' and 'it's not good for you' blah, blah, blah." He huffed. "Just because I look like I'm like fifteen doesn't mean I am."
"You're talking about the book worm and the one that gets jumped by the blonde in the skirt whilst panting after Belarus right?" I had to try and think hard about what they were called.
"Oh you mean Estonia and Lithuania. Yeah them." Latvia laughed quietly. "How old are you Gilbert?"
"I dunno like hundreds of years old fucked if I can remember." five more minutes.
"No I mean your human age."
"Oh I'm twenty." I smirked with all my awesomeness.
"Lucky you can drink to your heart's content and walk into a bar all like HEY GIVE ME SOME-Uh what do they drink where you're from?"
"In Deutschland they drink beer, anybody German drinks it." I smiled. "Okay apart from Austria he's not the biggest fan of it all."
"So, just you and your brother?" He said.
"Pretty much."
"Damn, wait where was I. Oh yeah GIVE ME SOME FUCKING BEER!' and they'll be all like sure! I have to get mine fucking sent to me under Ivan's name." He sighed again and looked at me carefully. "Those drugs should kick in any second now."
"How do you know?"
"Because mine have." He laughed loudly.
Oh god he couldn't have been more correct.