Russia attacks Prussia as a child and is found to have Bipolar disorder

However instead of telling a distraught Russia she caused the scar on her face; Prussia lies to Russia to protect her feelings

Russia and Prussia are 13-14 in this fic; feels and angst will hit you like a bus

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Flashback

Prussia gripped her face in pain as she knelt down on her knee's sobbing. Her face hurt like hell and there was blood pooling down her face. Her right eye widened in fear and tears spilling over like a waterfall. Her body was shaking like a leaf and she couldn't find her voice.

"It hurts…. It hurts like hell" she mentally sobbed gripping her face. She had no idea what had happened; everything had just turned so quickly. One minute she and Russia had been carving figures for each other; the next she was sliced in the face with a chisel to which she was now bleeding.

Moments earlier the Russian girl had been kind, sweet and quiet; the next minute she suddenly violently attacked her and started threatening her. Her mood had flipped like a switch and come out of nowhere completely unprovoked.

She had only asked Russia how hers had been coming along what it looked like; I mean she had thrown in some jokes about it not being as "Awesome as hers" but she always did stuff like that.

At first, she tried to calm down Russia with words but nothing seemed to reach her. Out of fear for her life she had thrown her stool at Anya and then run away as fast as she could.

"What happened? Russia isn't usually like this; she's usually such a cry baby" Prussia squeaked fearfully. The look in Russia's purple eyes had been nothing short of pure insanity, evil and glee. She had enjoyed seeing her bleed, seeing her scared, seeing her cry.

What had happened to the shy, docile, gentle hearted and somewhat distant girl she knew? The one she teased as a kid and loved to call names because of what a pushover she was.

She curled up in a ball gripping her knees with her free hand and closing her eyes. The tears fell harder soaking her dark blue dress and spilling onto the floor. "Wake up! Wake up damn it!" Prussia sobbed bitterly. She was the great Prussia for crying out loud! Why was she so scared?

This had to be a dream; this wasn't real. She would snap out of this and things would be back to normal any second. She would wake up and her face wouldn't be hurting and Russia would be standing there smiling as always.

"Miss Prussia? Why are you crying?" a curious voice asked. It was one of her servants that had come to check up on her. She had come to ask if the two girls wanted snacks at all as they must be hungry.

"Hurts…" Prussia sobbed looking up blood trickling down her face onto the floor. She didn't understand what was going on. Why was Russia acting this way? What had she done wrong?

The servant reeled back at the sight of the blood; just how in the hell had Prussia gotten so badly hurt without their knowledge? Who had done this to her? She picked up the smaller nation and gripped her tightly to her chest. She then hurried down the hallways as fast as she could towards the medical bay.

Prussia continued to sob and now bleed all over her servant's apron to which the latter paid no mind. She had to care for the injured girl immediately. She had heard stories about Russia's country but this was beyond her imagination.

"Maria-san? Vhat happened?" a familiar Russian voice asked. She didn't understand why Maria had run away like that. She thought they were having fun and making wooden carvings of animals together.

She recalled blacking out for a minute; her head hurting and everything going blank inside her mind. When she came to she saw her chisel covered in blood and Prussia was gone with the door open.

Prussia stiffened in the maid's arms and gripped he tighter. Fresh tears pooled over and she cried harder; just hearing her voice made her fear rise. Seeing that blank look in her eyes and that cold stare of hatred.

The maid repulsed at the sight of Russia; sickness and fear rising within her as she gripped the Prussian nation. Her eyes widening and a desire to puke boiling in her stomach.

The small ivory blonde haired girl stood there; her hands still gripping a bloodied chisel and her arm and face spattered with slight blood. Her eyes seemed innocent and confused but it was obvious as to what had happened. Russia had attacked Prussia while they were playing away from watchful eyes.

Russia became worried seeing how Prussia looked scared and was crying. What had happened? Had something happened to her country? "Maria-san…" she started worriedly using the nations human name and took a step forward towards the two females quietly.

"STAY BACK!" the maid screamed angrily her voice desperate. This girl wasn't normal; there was something really wrong with her. She was standing there looking innocent despite holding a bloodied chisel in her hand and blood being splattered upon her arm and face.

Russia stiffened her eyes widening with shock; the maids never acted like this usually when she visited. What had happened to make them hate her? Why was she suddenly so angry at her?

The maid glared at her fear evident on her face "Don't come near you understand?! You've done enough damage!" she snapped bitterly. She then stormed off leaving a confused and upset Russia standing in the hall as she stormed off. Desperate to heal and aid the sobbing nation in her arms.

Russia stood there quietly confusion and sadness filling her "Vhat happened? I don't remember anything?" she said anxiously. She turned around quickly to look at Prussia who was being carried close to the maid her head over her shoulder. That was when Prussia felt sick herself and began to shake.

Prussia's face was bleeding; there was blood pooling down her face and splashing onto the floor in drips. Tears were spilling down her face and she looked terrified. Her single reddish violet eye was overflowing with tears and staring Russia down like terrified prey with a gun to its head. She had never seen her look so afraid.

Russia felt herself running; faster and faster after Prussia her legs shaking and adrenaline kicking in. She knew something was wrong but what? "Maria?! What happened to you?! Your hurt?! I don't understand?! Russia cried quietly but her voice grew louder and louder.

Eventually she tripped and fell over; she then looked up to see Prussia being taken away somewhere still crying. She then curled up and gripped the chisel tightly her head hurting.

"I don't remember; What did I do? What happened?! My head….it hurts" Russia sobbed quietly gripping her hands into fists. She couldn't remember what she had done; her head was all black and empty inside.

After

Prussia sat in bed her face wiped up and clean but a nice moon shaped scar over her left eye. Luckily her eye wasn't damaged but the scar would be permanent for the rest of her existence.

In the beginnings of her being a country; she had already received a battle wound but not from someone she expected. She never knew such a feeling existed. She sat in her bed quietly gripping her sheets and she collected her thoughts. From Russia's sights, earlier it was obvious she hadn't meant to or remembered hurting her.

The doctor sat beside Prussia on the bed a warm smile on his face. He was a man in his mid-thirties with blonde hair and green eyes. "Miss Prussia; are you feeling better?" he asked kindly. She had been through quite a shock after all.

Prussia hesitated then nodded quietly; she had calmed down but was still confused as to why Russia had attacked her like that. She was confused and shaken; the Russia she knew would always smile even if someone treated her badly.

"You are probably wondering what caused Russia to attack you yes?" the doctor said gently. This would be hard to explain to someone so young after all. Especially when the said person was her childhood friend.

Prussia blinked and then nodded quietly. Everything had seemed normal up until Russia came at her like that and attacked her. Judging from the tone of the doctor something had to be really wrong.

The doctor sighed heavily and a conflicted look came upon his face "Have you heard of a split personality Miss Prussia?" he asked reluctantly. Of all the patients he had ever come across Russia had the worst case he had ever seen; blacking out her memory completely after waking up.

Prussia blinked and then nodded; however, she was vague on the details. She had only ever heard about such things in stories or said as a joke. Saying that when people acted like themselves it was like a split personality.

"Miss Russia has what is called Bipolar disorder; one can be completely calm and normal one minute, and then violent and completely opposite to usual the next" he explained.

For whatever reason; Russia had developed such a thing and unfortunately, she had attacked her best friend by accident. However, it was unfortunate that she had awoken at the tender age of 13.

Puberty was a confusing time for anyone; being a country was not exactly easy either. All these pressures and puberty itself was a strain on Russia and caused her to snap.

Thus, she had developed 2 completely different personalities. One was a motherly, kind and gentle nation. The other was a sadistic, emotionally unstable nation and a natural killer.

Prussia blinked and looked visibly worried; Russia had split personalities? So, when she attacked her she was unaware of it? "Will Anya be ok?" Prussia asked worriedly. She wondered if her bullying years when they were kids had added to this; god she felt awful.

Maybe her attack had been a build-up of emotional pressure from all the mean things she said to her as kids. Payback for being so mean to her and making her cry. Though it had only been simple name calling it had obviously done Russia a lot of harm.

The doctor blinked and smiled "She will; however, she will need to be kept a watch over. From now on she will have a live-in doctor and sedatives in case of attacks" he explained.

Prussia felt a sharp pain in her chest upon hearing those words. Russia would have no idea of what was going on and would only feel like people hated her. Knowing she had to be cared for by a doctor would make her worry she was sick. However, she would never understand she was mentally ill and not physically ill whatsoever.

She bowed her head quietly; her chest length silver hair spilling over her shoulders. This wasn't Russia's fault; she couldn't help what she did and she would never do such a thing on purpose.

She felt tears well up again upon seeing Russia's crying face in her mind. She really hadn't remembered what she did and was probably off crying somewhere out of fear of what was wrong.

Later

Prussia wondered down the hall a big red scar over her left eye. It was still very red and stung a little but it was more tolerable. A few servants whispered and stared at her; everyone apart from Russia knew what had happened making it all the worse.

Eventually she found Russia curled up in a ball sat on the stone steps leading to the courtyard. Her eyes were red from crying and she looked worried out of her mind. She was obviously wracking her mind of every possible situation.

Prussia hesitated sadness filling her; Russia had no idea of what she had done. She had most likely been told about the doctor that would be living with her from now on too.

She took a deep breath and approached the Russian nation quietly "Anya" she said bluntly. She would keep acting normal; she would hide what had happened to protect her.

If Russia knew what she had done she would lose herself to self-hatred; blame herself and never forgive her actions. She couldn't bear to see Russia destroy herself because she was mentally ill.

Russia looked up and gasped; her violet eyes filled with despair and worry. She jumped to her feet and rushed to Prussia's side anxiously. "Da Prussia! What happened you your eye?" She cried desperately. She reached out a gentle hand and touched Prussia's scar stroking it.

She had been cleaned up and changed into a new outfit that was not covered in blood. Most likely she had been screaming for Prussia while being changed and calmed. Though she didn't look it the Russian girl had very wild and passionate emotions.

Prussia stiffened and her eyes threatened to release tears again; Prussia sounded so weak and helpless. She had no idea of the monster inside of her. She then reached out one hand and gripped Russia's hand in her own; the one that was caressing the very scar she had left on her moments before.

"It's nothing; a scary person just came after me" Prussia lied. She would never admit to Russia that the person who had terrified her had been herself. That she had a personality that scared the living hell out of her.

Russia frowned; someone had hurt Prussia?! She would never forgive them; she would make sure they paid for what they done. She then wrapped her arms around Prussia's neck and hugged her tight "I'll protect you Prussia; I won't let them hurt you again" she said sharply.

Prussia stiffened and smiled sadly; she couldn't tell Russia that she had to protect her from herself. She couldn't do that to her. "Thank you" she said weakly. She would keep it a secret for as long as it took; if it meant she could protect Russia's fragile heart.