Finally, an end to the Schwan-Schloss abuse. However, I'm sad to say, this isn't an end to the angst. Sorry reviewers.

Speaking of which, I'd like to give a shout-out to all the people who've reviewed so far. Thank you so much for all your kind words, they made my day when I read them.

-XxX-

27th July, 1953

Leaning against the cold wall, the small republic let out a deep sigh. An even deeper frown etched upon her face. Prussia let out one of his own at seeing it.

"Come on Prinzessin. You knew this was going to happen sooner or later".

"But I don't want to go home! I want to stay here… with you".

He sighed once again. "I know Prinzessin. I know".

The albino wanted to reach out and hold her. To stroke her hair and comfort her like he did when she was younger. However, being chained to the wall kind of stopped him from doing that.

Having a good idea of what he wanted, Schwan-Schloss got up and went over to him. Wrapping her arms around the ex-nation, he rested his head on her shoulder.

"It… it'll be ok".

"For me, yes. But for you"…

The brunette was cut off from saying any more by the click of the door as it was unlocked. Quickly pulling away, she resumed her previous position on the ground before it opened and Russia entered the room. Walking forward, he stopped when he was only a few inches in front of her.

"I'm afraid this is the last day of your stay here. It's such a shame". Grabbing her by the throat, the Soviet stared into her eyes. A childish smile on his face. "Let's make our last time the best, shall we?"

-XxX-

Lying beaten on the ground, the small republic tried to keep herself conscious. Barely registering that Russia was now dragging her by both her legs across the floor.

"What a good little girl you've been. In fact, you've been so well-behaved, I think you should get a reward".

Confusion soon turned to fear when the Soviet harshly shoved up her skirt and pulled down her underwear.

No, not again. Please, please! Not this all over again!

Shutting her eyes tight, Schwan-Schloss waited. At hearing a jingle, the brunette became confused once again. However, the confusion soon disappeared as she let out a scream when he thrusted himself inside her.

"Why?!"

Hazel eyes snapped wide open with shock to find that it wasn't Russia. It was Prussia.

"G-Gilbert?"

"I'm sorry Prinzessin. I'm sorry!"

Tears filled Schwan-Schloss's eyes as she saw the guilt-ridden look the ex-nation gave her as he said those words. No Gilbert, it's not your fault. It's mine.

"I don't think she'll forgive you East". Russia spoke into the albino's ear. "Such a bad thing you're doing to her. A bad thing that you should be punished for".

Hazel eyes narrowed into a dark glare. She was going to shout at the blond. She was going to call him a liar and remind him that she was the one who was supposed to be punished. However, that all stopped when the brunette saw what Russia was about to do.

"No, don't!"

The small republic's protesting was ignored as the Soviet shoved his pipe up inside the ex-nation. Causing him to scream and thrust forwards which in turn, made her scream.

Slowly pulling out the pipe a little, Russia shoved it back in as far as he could. That malicious grin of his was on in full force as each flick of his wrist filled the room with screams.

Her screams changing into sobs, Schwan-Schloss shut her eyes.

No, stop. Stop you sick bastard. Wasn't taking my virginity good enough for you? Did you have to make Gilbert… did you have to make him?…

Prussia closed his eyes too. Unable to bring himself to look at the younger German nation. Ashamedly, he finally released into her. Letting out one last scream as the pipe was removed from him.

"Have fun with him Little Swan. Don't play with him too long. After all, someone should be coming soon to take you home".

When the door was shut and locked, the two German nations were completely silent. After what seemed like hours, Prussia finally decided to break it.

"Prinzessin"…

"No, it's alright Älterer Bruder. You don't have to apologise. Anyway, can you… can you pull out?"

"Uh, I think so". Placing both hands behind him, the albino pushed himself backwards. He winced at the sound of her scream but didn't stop until he'd fully pulled out.

Taking a few deep breaths, his face soon turned paler than usual at what he saw. Blood. He'd made her bleed.

Realising where he was directing his gaze, Schwan-Schloss blushed and tried to hide the area from view with her hand. "D-don't stare".

"Sorry! Sorry". He looked away in shame. "I'm so sorry".

The brunette sighed. "Älterer Bruder". When he looked back at her again, she continued to speak. "Don't blame yourself. This wasn't your fault. Russia did this, not you".

"So, you don't… hate me then?"

Letting out yet another sigh, the brunette slowly and painfully pulled herself up into a sitting position before she reached out her unbroken arm to the man she loved.

Tears falling from his eyes, the ex-nation gladly crawled into her embrace.

"Nein. Never. I could never hate you".

At hearing her say that, Prussia buried his head in the small republic's shoulder and tightened his grip. Making sure to be mindful of her injuries.

"… Danke Prinzessin".

The brunette's lips curved up into a sad smile. "Nein Älterer Bruder. Du brauchst mir nicht zu danken".

Removing his head from its resting place, Prussia gently moved so that they now layed on the ground. In her new position, Schwan-Schloss nestled her head against his chest and closed her eyes. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat and his hand stroking her hair being what made her able to drift off to sleep.

-XxX-

When the German nation woke up, she felt a wet cloth being used to gently rub her clean. Flinching slightly, she opened her eyes and saw that it was Ukraine who was cleaning her.

"Don't worry Miss Schwan-Schloss. I'm just cleaning off the blood".

Giving her a small nod in acknowledgement, the brunette shut her eyes. Only opening them again when the older female nation had finished.

Pulling her underwear back up, with the blonde's help, the small republic slowly got up onto her feet and readjusted her skirt. Looking around the room for her glasses, she frowned when she couldn't find them.

"I believe these are yours".

Taking her glasses from the older female nation, the brunette put them on before she gave the blonde a small smile and a thank you.

At seeing the look that was now in Schwan-Schloss's eyes as she stared up at Prussia, Belarus's near ever-present frown deepened. "Katyusha, we should go".

Nodding in agreement, the oldest female nation walked out the door. Belarus was about to follow her sister but stopped when she remembered something.

"Here". The blonde handed the small republic a small rectangular box which, after she took a quick peek at its contents, she placed in her cardigan pocket.

"Thank you, for looking after them".

"You're welcome".

The older female nation turned to leave but stopped when she felt a light tugging on her sleeve.

"Wait, there's something I wanted to ask you".

Turning around, she showed the brunette that she was listening.

"Why have you been helping me? Is it to pay me back for what I did for you?"

"A little bit, yes. It has more to do with the fact that the reason you're so beaten up is because you were protecting your brother. I know what it feels like to want to protect your brother. Like I said when we first met, I admire someone who loves their brother just as much as I love mine".

With that said, Belarus finally left the room. Allowing the two German nations to be alone together.

Walking over to where he'd been rechained to the wall, Schwan-Schloss placed a hand on Prussia's cheek.

"Gilbert"…

Leaning in until their faces were only a few inches away from each other, she was going to kiss him on the lips. However, the brunette soon lost her nerve and instead settled on giving him a kiss on the forehead.

"Ich liebe dich… Älterer Bruder". Wrapping her arms around him, she buried her head in his shoulder. "Mehr als alles".

"Ich liebe dich auch, mein Prinzessin".

At hearing him say that, tears started to fill Schwan-Schloss's eyes.

She wasn't stupid. She knew firsthand what Russia was capable of and that he'd do even worse to Prussia. However, unlike her, he wasn't a nation. For all she knew, he'd lost the imortality that all nations were gifted with and could very well end up dead.

This could be the last time she'd ever hear those words from him and that hurt. It hurt her even more than the fact that 'I love you' would never be an 'I'm in love with you'.

"D-don't forget, n-no matter… what Russia… s-says, y-you're still… you're still awe-awesome".

"I won't. I promise". There was a long silence between them before the ex-nation spoke again. "I'm not happy about all the shit you had to go through to protect me, but… I'm happy that I got to see you again. I was wondering what my little Prinzessin would look like when she was all grown up".

The small republic's lips curved up into a small smile. "Really? Well, now that you've seen me like this, what do you think?"

"What do I think? I Ithink you look so… so… what's the word?" The albino's face soon lit up with a smirk. "Oh ja, now I remember. Pretty".

Schwan-Schloss merely snorted. "Sure I do. A pretty good mess, that's what I look like".

"Exactly. You're a mess, but you still look pretty".

Moving her head from its resting place, the brunette gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you… thank you for everything".

Placing her hand on Prussia's cheek, the brunette closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Leaning in, she tried to kiss him on the lips again. However, at hearing the sound of the door opening, she imediately pulled away from him.

Her heart pounding and her breathing heavy, Schwan-Schloss took a few moments to calm down as she saw it was only Belarus.

"It's time for you to go".

Nodding in understanding, the small republic gave the ex-nation a forced smile and a small wave.

"Auf Wiedersehen Älterer Bruder".

Letting the older female nation grab her arm, Schwan-Schloss allowed herself to be lead out of the room. Stopping for a moment as Belarus shut and lock the door behind them, they walked through the house until they arrived at the front door.

Letting go of the brunette's arm, the blonde opened the door. However, instead of walking through the now-open doorway, she stared at it.

"You can go now. You're free".

Staring at the doorway for another moment longer, the small republic then turned around to face the older female nation.

"I love him. I love him just like how you love that… your brother. Please, will you look after Gilbert for me?"

Belarus let out a deep sigh before answering her. "I can't make any promises, but I'll do whatever I can".

"Thank you".

-XxX-

Walking out into the snow, Schwan-Schloss made her way over to the two older male nations who had been waiting for her.

At seeing how beaten up she looked, America's expression darkened. "That damn Commie bastard".

Knowing exactly what the superpower was thinking, the brunette shook her head. "No, it's ok Alfred. Russia would've treated me better if I hadn't interfered with his… 'fun'".

At not getting any more of a response out of him, she turned to look at England. She had hoped that he would look away from her in guilt. To see even the faintest flicker of remorse in his eyes. However, he merely stared back at her with a neutral expression on his face.

Hazel eyes narrowing into a dark glare, the brunette pulled back her fist and slammed it into the island nation's face. A sick satisfaction filling her as the crunching sound of his nose and a few of her knuckles echoed through the air.

Clenching her blood-covered fist so tightly that her nails dug in deep enough to draw her own blood, the small republic took a few deep shuddering breaths.

"Corpse!" She spat at him from where he now layed sprawled out on the ground. "You're nothing but a Goddamned corpse! So don't you dare stand there looking so high and mighty when you're no better than Gilbert!"

Getting back up onto his feet, the thick-browed nation snapped his nose back into place and wiped away some of his blood before returning her glare with one of his own. "I may not be the empire I once was, but at least I'm still a nation".

"Bastard!" Lunging herself at him, the brunette was stopped by America grabbing her around the waist and holding her down. "It's your fault! Don't you dare stand there and act like you've done nothing wrong when this is all your fault!"

England merely frowned and crossed his arms. "I have no idea what you're talking about".

"The Hell you do!" The small republic tried and failed to escape from the superpower's grasp. "You're the reason Gilbert's not a nation anymore! You're the reason why he's stuck here! I would've thought that you'd gotten over the Revolution by now. But no, you're still bitter about it. That's why you did it, didn't you? Dissolving him was some sort of payback, wasn't it?"

Tightening his grip on the German nation, America's expression darkened. "Alright Lorelei, that's enough".

She knew she should listen to him. She knew that the strong arms around her could easily break her in half if they wanted to. However, she didn't care. All Schwan-Schloss cared about right now was hurting England and if she couldn't do it physically, she would have to settle on doing it emotioonally.

"You had no right to do that to him! No right at all! Because of you, Gilbert could… he could… Not that you care. After all, all you care about is yourself and that crumbling empire of yours. It's no wonder Alfred wanted to leave you, you heartless bastard. Then again, he did eventually come crawling back to you. He must've felt sorry for you. Why else would a great superpower like him be with a pitiful, ruined little nation like you? It's not because he loves you, it's because he pities you. It's only a matter of time that he'll stop pitying you and leave you again. Then you'll be all alone. Just like you deserve".

Turning her around, America picked the small republic up and threw her over his shoulder. Causing her to let out a small cry in pain.

"I said, that's enough".

"Put me down Alfred. Put me down right now!"

"No". At hearing the tone of the superpower's voice, Schwan-Schloss imediately stopped her protesting and went completely still. Allowing herself to be carried towards England's car. "Now, I know you're angry and upset about Gilbert, but that doesn't mean you can go around saying that kind of shit to Arthur".

Opening a car door single-handedly, the older male nation strapped Schwan-Schloss into one of the backside seats. Letting out a loud huff, she grabbed the door's handle and slammed it shut. Disappointed that none of the blond's hands had gotten caught as she did so.

When England finally started to drive the car away, the small republic shut her eyes and tried to shut out everything around her. Including the guilt that was now eating away at her.

Damn you, stupid conscence.

Opening her eyes, the brunette frowned as she kept her gaze trained to the ground. She didn't want to apologise but she knew she had to.

"… England?"

"What?! What now?"

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that to you. I only did it because I wanted to hurt you. I wanted you to feel just as much pain as I'm in right now, but that doesn't make me feel any better. In fact, it just makes me feel worse".

"… Apology accepted".

"Good. I'm not taking back what I said about this being your fault though. Because it is".

As the car was filled with silence once again, Schwan-Schloss looked out the window and watched as Russia's house grew smaller and smaller as she was being driven farther away from it.

"Gilbert"…

"Lorelei?"

Not listening to the concerned superpower calling out her name, the brunette continued to look out the window. Tears started to fill her eyes as the thought of a dark and cold basement and the ex-nation that was trapped inside it crossed her mind. The ex-nation and his pipe-wielding captor.

Oh God, he'll be dead. He'll be dead by the time that sadistic bastard's done with him. Gilbert's going to die and I'm never going to get the chance to tell him. To tell him that I… that I…

As Russia's house finally disappeared from view and with that thought, she finally broke down into loud sobs.

At hearing the sound, America turned around in his seat a little and reached out his hand to grab hers. Giving it a few gentle squeezes in hopeful reassurance.

"It'll be ok Lorelei. You of all people should know how tough Gilbert is. So please, don't cry".

"Alfred, if she was actually paying attention to you, I don't think she'd appreciate you lying to her".

Giving her hand one last squeeze before letting it go, the blond sat back properly in his seat. "I was only trying to make her feel better".

"I know you were, but to her, it would sound like you were lying. You saw what Ivan did to the poor woman. Do you really think he'd be any more merciful to Gilbert? A nation which he has a strong grudge against".

With a frown, America let out a sigh of defeat. "When you put it that way, I guess you're right". Hesitating for a moment, he then asked a question that he probably already knew the answer to. "Do you think she'll be ok though?"

"Right now, I'd have to say no".

The superpower let out yet another sigh. "I thought as much".

"She could get better over time though. After all, she still has Ludwig".

"I really hope so".

-XxX-

Translations:

German

Nein Älterer Bruder. Du brauchst mir nicht zu danken = No Big Brother. There's no need to thank me

Mehr als alles = More than anything