I actually don't know what to say to you guys except sorry. Seriously, I never expected to take so much time to update this. I just finished my first semester in College and had literally no time or patience to update. I hope you'll like the chapter thought. =)
Sorry for the mistakes, I didn't want you guys to wait any longer, so I didn't beta it. I'll try to correct as many mistakes as I can in the next few weeks and update some more, if possible.
WARNING: YAOI This fic is now M-rated. You have been warned.
"Talking"
"Et si ça fait mal, c'est parce qu'il te voit pas, alors que ton sourir enfin s'éteindra."
(Andifithurst,it'sbecausehedoesn'tseeyou,asyoursmilewillfinallydisappear.) –Coeur de Pirate – Fondue au noir
IMPORTANTREMINDER: I'd like to remind you guys that Germany and Prussia are in NO WAY related. They're countries. Thanks.
Remember, Please!
Chapter Six – Confrontation
Yellow. That's the first thing Gilbert saw when he woke up. Tiredly lifting his head, he observed the little bird resting on his pillow next to his head.
It looked kind of familiar.
Did Russia give it to him? He couldn't remember… Looking around for the first time, Prussia winced as his neck protested the action. His eyes rested on the wall to his left and the huge Prussian Flag that was hung on it.
"What…?" his voice cracked.
That was not his room. Where the hell was he? Trying to get up, he gasped as pain burst through his body. Tears spilling in his eyes, he tried to get his breath back. Hands searching for something to hold on found soft fur. Gil-bun was brought to his chest by his trembling hands. Squeezing it, Gilbert burrowed his face in the white fur.
"Gil-bun…?" voice still feeble, Prussia burrowed his face even deeper in his bunny. "Where are we?"
The sound of a crashing plate followed by the chirping of a bird resonated through the room. Gilbert lifted his head and had just enough time to see a blond head rushing towards him. Strong arms engulfed him.
"Bruder! I'm so happy to see you finally up! How are you? Do you need something? I promise I'll never let that Russia bastard lay a hand on you again. Ju…"
"Let me go!" Germany froze.
"Bruder…?" Prussia tried to get out of Germany 's arms.
"Let me go! I'm not your brother! Who… Who the hell are you? Where am I? Where's Russia-sama?"
Germany's eyes widened. He took hold of Prussia's shoulder and looked in his deep, confused red orbs.
"Prussia…?" Red eyes looked back at him.
"No!"
"Do you know who you are?" He tentatively asked.
"Or course. My name is Gilbert!"
Relief filled Ludwig for a moment before dread filled his head at the next thought that crossed his mind.
"Wait… you don't know… who I am?"
Prussia tilted his head to the left.
"No. Should I?"
"I am Germany. Your brother… What did that Russia bastard do to you?"
Red eyes widened dramatically and filled with distrust. Prussia's effort to escape Germany's hold doubled.
"Let me go! You're evil! LET ME GO! Where is Russia-sama? Let me go… Go away! Go awa…"
The exhaustion becoming too much, Gilbert fainted.
Germany slowly laid his brother down. Frowning, his brain tried analyzing the situation. His beloved brother couldn't remember him? He thought he was evil? What the hell happened? Realization hit him like a ton of brick.
Russia.
Germany growled. He needed to confront that bastard. He'd planned to make him pay all along, but wanted to wait until his brother was better. But he needed answers, he needed them now. And if his brother couldn't stand to be in the same room as him…
What to do? He couldn't just leave him there all alone. Maybe… Maybe he could call Austria? And Spain was sleeping in a hotel near, waiting to hear some news about Gilbert…
Yeah, he'd call Spain. And Austria too. He couldn't trust Antonio alone with his brother. Who know what he would do?
Decisions made, Germany set out to make some calls, broken plate of food completely forgotten in his mind.
"Of course, I'll be there right away. Don't worry, I'll make sure that Spanish idiot won't aggravate his… condition." Concerned lilac eyes stared at the wall in front of him as he hung up the phone.
Behind him, Hungary got up and put a hand on his shoulder.
"How is he?"
Roderich slowly took her hand off his shoulder and held it between his. He stood there a moment before sighing and moving to get to the door, where a packed bag already waited. Just before going out he turned to face Hungary, who hadn't moved.
"I'm going to Germany. He forgot."
Hungary sighed as Austria went out.
"Take care of him. Don't let him go away this time. I hope you'll find your happiness Roderich."
He didn't hear what she said. He was already on his way to Prussia. Nothing else mattered.
"What? Gilbo doesn't remember?"
Germany sighed angrily and passed a hand through his hair.
"No. That's why I'm going over at Russia's to kick his… herm… get answers."
"Don't worry! I'll take care of Gil!" A enthusiastic Spain ran up the stairs.
"Wait… SPAIN! BRUDER IS STILL RESTING! Don't disturb… Oh god. When is Austria coming?" Sighing once again, Germany made his way out the door.
His fist had a date with Russia's face. Nobody messed with his dear brother.
It was time Russia paid for his crimes.
For his brother's scarred back.
For his injuries.
For his amnesia.
But most of all, for doing the most awful thing one could do against Germany…
Putting his brother against him.
Germany cracked his knuckles.
Oh, yeah, Russia was going to pay.
A battered Lithuania opened the door.
"Yes… Ah, Germany-san."
Ludwig didn't even wait and entered through the door. Walking briskly through the empty corridors he barged in Russia's office. The office itself was quite a sight to see.
Papers were everywhere, some ripped off, other full of ink or… blood. The desk was broken, as if it was thrown against the wall. Books were scattered all over the floor. In the middle of it, Russia was staring off into space, looking as if he hadn't slept a wink since the wall fell. Dark rings under his eyes, a crazed look on his face and blood on his hands, he turned his head as Germany entered the room and slammed him on the wall.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER!"
A smirk. Silence.
Germany punched his face. Russia seemed to snap out of the daze he seemed lost in. He growled.
"You stole him. You stole Prussia from me! YOU STOLE HIM! HE'S MINE."
The two nations started using theirs fists. They rolled on the floor, Germany ending up on top of Russia, restraining him.
"East was never, and will never yours!" Germany spat in Russia's face. Russia's eyes darkened.
"Oh, he is. He never complained when I slammed deep inside of him." Germany flinched.
"You…!"
"Oh, is that a sensible subject? But that brother of yours is so sweet. The feeling of his mouth around me, or even better, his tight ass closing around me, pulling me deeper…"
Ludwig snarled and brought his fists down on Russia's face. Even when Germany's fists were covered in blood, Russia kept talking.
"And when he whimpered, begging me to go deeper, faster, harder. His moans are delightful, I assure you."
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"
Russia stared right into Germany's eyes.
"Maybe you have him physically, but mentally he is still mine. No matter what you say, part of him will always belong to me, Germany. Every time you'll touch him, he'll recoil. He his disgusted with you… Of course I trained him that way, but maybe with reason…"
Lilac eyes locked on blue ones.
"The way you look at your dearbruder… I've seen it before. You're an animal, Germany."
Germany flinched.
"How do you feel, knowing he could never love you back? How do you feel knowing he hates you now? How do you feel knowing I had him first, and it's myname he screamed in passion? How do you feel, knowing that he's mine now?"
"Shut up. That's not true. SHUT UP!"
"I broke Prussia and he's never going to be complete again. I will have him again."
"No. I don't care what you say. I will have my brother back. You will never see him again. Ever. Mark my words Russia, someday, you will pay for what you did."
Shakily, Germany got off Russia and spat on his face. As he got out of the room, Ivan let out a last comment in his direction.
"Tell yourself what you want. He will never like you again and you know it."
Germany slammed the door.
And there we go!
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