Chapter 9: In Which Belarus Burns Bridges and Prussia has a Bad Day
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hetalia characters. I do not own Cement either, that belongs to Fyodor Vasilievich Gladkov (not that I would want to because, frankly, it is an awful novel) and I don't own the poem, "Once Again, Once Again," that belongs to Velemir Khlebnikov. I am just borrowing them for references. Also, I don't own Charles Dickens, he is dead and a person so… no. Don't own him. The plot is adopted from ASHYNARR. I am only the humble messenger of my muse… Please enjoy!
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Prussia woke up with leaves poking his face. He was stiff and in pain and very confused. He looked over to the right and saw a folded piece of paper. He opened it up and began to read:
"DearStupidWhite-Haired Guy
Congratulations! You have so far failed in your only objective: keeping the Twins safe. Due to your stupidity, you have gotten them captured by the Russian Giant and taken to his house. Now you MUST save them, I cannot explain everything, but it is imperative the curse be broken by the Twins. As their supposed paladin and knight it was YOUR job to help them… you apparently suck at this.
Never fear! You can still save the Twins before they are raped. They must be kept chaste! As you know, a curse was placed upon the Nations to make them feel a lust that would drive them to madness, what you don't know is that the curse is ripping reality to shreds. The energy that was required to turn the Nations into creatures of base lust with no higher purpose is draining the magic woven into the worlds. Note: I said "worlds," I did not write this because our kind care about the mortal realm, I am helping you because the magic that held all the realms stable is coming out, like pulling an errant thread and unraveling the whole quilt. The longer the curse lasts, the more magic gets drained, the more the thread unravels the quilt that holds the realms. THIS IS BAD YOU IDIOT!
Now, if that is the case, why don't the spirits just offer the Twins to the first male Nation that comes for them? Well, you gigantic foolish person, Queen Titania's wording in the curse was a little off. Simply offering up the Twins won't work because all the Nations would still be compelled by the curse to go after them. Again, in plain and simple words: The curse will not end even if the Twins are bedded. This would continue to cause a drain on the magic, see problem in chapter above. If your memory is as bad as I think it is, you may wish to read that chapter again. I will wait.
Done? Good.
Now, there is hope. As you have noticed, you are not as badly affected as other Nations. That is because there were loopholes in the spell… there are three types of Nations that will be able to resist the curse: one, Nations that hold land in either Canada or America; you have land in both of the countries, you fall under this loophole. The second, Nations that have already have an obsession with another Nation. This conflict in obsession pulls the Nation and keeps them "balanced" for lack of a better term. The third, if one Nation has a pure love for another Nation. Yes, it is clichéd, but there is a reason mortals always go on and on about "true love," it is a powerful force.
There, now that I have explained the need to save the Twins… save them! You make have fucked it up already but you can still try to the best of your limited abilities to fix it.
I doubt it and think we are all doomed, but that is just me.
Good luck you fucking idiot, you need it.
Yours Truly,
Puck
Prussia's eye twitched. When this mess was over he was going to find this unawesome guy and fuck his shit up. But for now….
Prussia stood tall and looked over the city of Moscow till his eyes landed on Russia's house. The house that gave him scars that he still bore and had done its best to crush him. The worst part of his life had been spent in that house.
However, Prussia was the most Awesome Nation out there. He was a Knight. He would protect his princesses and succeed! FOR HE WAS THE MOST AWESOME EVER!
~~~~~BREAK~IN~THE~RESCUE~ATTEMPT~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
America came to in a darkened room. His arms and legs were bound spread eagle to what looked like the posts of a bed. A red flag of alarm blared through his thoughts. Oh, crap. That is a real bad sign. He tried to tug on his bounds and found that they held. Another flag of alarm raced through him. Finally, as he shifted, he noted that his clothes were pretty much all gone except… for what felt like… an apron? He lifted his head to look down as much as he could. Yep, he only wore a red apron that barely covered his privates. The final red flag was raised. He was fucked.
He heard groaning. Looking over to the wall he saw his brother chained up as well. His brother was wearing a little Bo-Peep costume. America groaned. What was with all the other Nations and their fucking need to dress him and his brother up in these stupid costumes? What kind of sick fetish people were these guys?
Mattie shook his head in an obvious attempt to clear that last remains of fog. He looked around, at Alfred chained to the bed, at his own "wardrobe" selection, and whimpered, "Well, we are officially screwed. Both literally and figuratively, my dearest twin."
America flashed him a—somewhat strained—smile, "I know it looks bad-" Canada snorted "-but we just need to stall Russia long enough to have Prussia save us or we figure out a way to free ourselves."
Canada looked skeptical, "Stall Russia? Al, if he is even a quarter of a way as horny as any of the other Nations, the only stalling may come from him needing to re-lube between us and rounds."
America gave his twin a stern look, "Look Mattie I know it seems helpless, but we can't go quietly. I spent nearly fifty years getting into Russia's head and studying him. I know the guy. I know how to stall him; you just got to trust me."
A bouncing noise drew his attention to the front. Ukraine stood in the opened door. "O-oh. You are awake, America. And you as well, Canada? Wonderful!"
"Ukraine! I am so glad to see you! Please, you have got to get me and my brother out of here!" America was happy to see Ukraine; she was someone who tried to constantly push for her independence from Russia and often relied on his help. Not to mention, she was a kind soul… Ukraine would never want to see someone raped if she could have prevented it. She would be sure to help them!
She looked confused, "Why would I do that?"
Now he was pretty sure he looked confused, "Because my brother and I are being held against our wills and about to be raped by your brother?" Was it that hard to guess what was going on here? You think the costumes and bed and chains would be enough of a clue.
Ukraine laughed and her breasts made loud bouncing sounds. The shirt she was wearing trembled with the effort to keep the 'vast tracks of land' contained, "Silly America! I know why you are here! Natalia and I brought you here to satisfy our brother. I must go get him to let him know you are awake and ready for some fun!"
She ran off and BONG noises from her breasts could be heard for a little while longer after her departure. Damn but her tits are big. I wonder if it hurts to always have them bouncing around like that. It can't be comfortable…the musings distracted the American for a second before he once again tried to break free. After a few moments he gave up with a depressed chuckle. Of course that Russian commie would still have chains that were made from a special alloy that even gave HIM trouble to destroy. Lord knows America still had… items that could contain the Russian if said Russian were to ever fall into his grasps.
"Will you look at that lovely sight, dear sisters. My twin prizes, all trussed up and ready for me to sample their goods." America scowled at the childish voice. His once greatest enemy calmly walked into the room with eyes filled with demonic lusts. It took all his willpower to keep from gulping or showing other signs of fear.
America growled, "Bastard! Making your sisters capture us, what the hell is wrong with you?" America jumped when he felt one of Russia's hands stroking his naked calf, slowly inching upwards.
Russia chuckled, "They volunteered for the mission, my dear Alfred. They wanted to get you and your brother for me…" The giant turned to his sisters and smiled, "In fact, why don't you both watch me stake my claim? This is a day of victory for all of us! I want you to share in my spoils."
Ukraine brightened and bounced out of the room calling, "I will get two chairs!"
Belarus just seemed uneasy. America pounced on the weakest link.
America shouted at Belarus as his panic increased from the Russian's continued questing hands, "Bela—Natalia! Why do you want your big brother to soil himself on me and my brother? His purity belongs to you as his rightful bride! Don't let him make this mistake!"
America yelped as Russia pinched his side, "Bad Alfred, my little sister knows better than to interfere. She wants me to be happy and she knows how happy I am to finally have you and your brother."
America squirmed some more as the questing hands started to get to places where they weren't supposed to be. America tried again, "Natalia please!" He hadn't missed that look of confusion and helplessness in her eyes for a second.
Belarus gulped; she couldn't let this continue, "Big brother, you want this to be a triumph, but I… I do not like how frightened the twins are. You are so robust and handsome; perhaps you can seduce them into the mood?"
Russia blinked in confusion and stopped his questing hands, "Get into the mood?"
Canada spoke up bringing attention to himself, "YES! Ah, like roses, candlelight dinner, poetry… you know, set the mood. This is your moment! Don't you want to savor it by knowing we yearn for you as you yearn for us?"
Russia still looked just a little unsure, so America dove in for the kill, "Not that you could make this romantic even if you wanted too… stupid commie."
That did it. America always knew how to press Russia's buttons. The Russian glared and stomped out of the room, nearly toppling Ukraine.
The bouncy, busty Nation blinked in confusion and looked at Natalia, "Where is brother going?"
Natalia pulled one of the chairs up and made herself comfortable. "Big brother is going to be reciting poetry to get his twins in the mood."
Ukraine just blinked and said, "Eh?"
America and Canada shared a look, keeping the Russian stalled was going to be easier than they thought.
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Prussia grumbled. He was not as young as he used to be and sneaking through Moscow was not a cake walk. However, he was still the most Awesome Nation to have ever lived; he could do it no problem!
He grunted and sneaked into an open window. He decided going through abandoned houses would be the quickest way to get through the city to Russia's house. All of a sudden the lights in the abandoned building lit up. Prussia stared at the group of young teenage girls in stages of undress. His eyes flicked up and he nearly whimpered when he read the sign. Great, he had stumbled into the back stage dressing room for a ballet company. As the girls started to scream, and Prussia quickly tried running away—chased by angry fathers who had come back to see what the fuss was about—cursing his luck.
What had he done to deserve this?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BREAK~IN~THE~CHASE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Russia cleared his throat as he began on his tenth love poem (although America was really skeptical that they were actual love poems at this point). The Russian's childish voice carried the words into his ears:
Once again, once again,
I'm for you
A star.
Woe to the sailor who sets
His ship on a wrong course
By a star:
He will break up on the rocks,
On an underwater sandbar.
Woe then to you when you set
Your heart on a wrong course by me:
You will break up on the rocks,
And the rocks will laugh long
At you,
As you laughed long
At me.
"That beauty was by Velemir Khlebnikov, I hope you can appreciate its tale of love and its treachery… for some reason you have disliked every poem I have read to you." Russia said this in almost a pout.
America scowled, "That is because you are supposed to be talking about how great love is! Not about all the bad stuff, you are trying to romance Mattie and me… stupid commie."
Russia slammed the poetry book shut with a growl, "Well, if you feel that way… perhaps it is time for the main event." His usual childish smile was stretched thin with annoyance and lust.
America sputtered and tried to back-track, but Russia was already approaching with hands up and ready to grasp and snatch and tear and grope. Belarus' voice stopped him, "Wait Big Brother! What about Cement?"
Everyone but Russia looked at her with confusion. She nervously licked her lips, took a breath and continued, "I know you always wanted to educate him to the beauty of Socialist Realism in artwork, Cement was the top of all Socialist Realism in literature. Read it to him."
Russia looked torn between his lust and his ego. He wanted the American who was tied hand and foot to his bed… but, he also wanted to show him how great his literature during his Soviet Union years was… and it wasn't like he or his brother could go anywhere. He made his decision.
Russia stood up, "Let me go get the book."
America and Canada (and Belarus, so quietly no one heard her) let out a sigh of relief. Ukraine just pouted. When are we going to get to the main event? She thought with a pout.
~~~~~~~~~~~~BREAK~IN~THE~POETRY~SLAM~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Prussia dove into the huge garbage can. He held his breath, both from the horrid smell and so he could hear if his chasers had left. He let out a sigh of relief once he decided he was safe—only to gag on the smell of the garbage.
He had to play it cool though. Through gritted teeth—and trying not to breathe through his nose—he muttered, "Now my awesome plan is working flawlessly, of course."
Just as he was about to climb out of the huge rectangular garbage can, it started to move. Something was picking it up!
As the Prussian started to tumble into the garbage truck he couldn't contain a scream. "LAME!"
As he was dumped into the truck, he wondered again… what had he done to deserve this?
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Russia's voice droned on, "The young girl on the ship's deck had passed…"
America was at the end of his rope. The title of this delightful novel was Cement, and he knew why. It was because trying to get through the novel was like trying to trudge through cement. His soul was crying from the pain caused from boredom. What torture! What pain! Was there no God? Surely no merciful God would allow such a boring story to be made! And this was the height of Socialist Realism literature? No wonder they had lost the damn war… their children must have committed mass suicide to get out of reading this shit! It was worse than Charles Dickens.
Russia's voice continued to read despite the American's internal pleas, "…washed up against the debris and the seaweed, was lying the body of a new-born child. A red handkerchief…"
Wait! Hold the phone!
America came out of his boredom-induced coma, "Did you just talk about a dead BABY on a beach?"
Russia blinked at the interruption, "Well, uh… yes?"
America just stared, "What the fuck? I mean, I could almost take how horribly boring this story was but then you just had to go in and throw in a dead baby! What is wrong with you?"
Russia sniffed, clearly offended, "This is a great story! How dare you call it boring! I knew that it was too much for your puny, culturally-starved brain to handle. My sisters enjoyed it, right?" With a hopeful and bright smile he turned to his beloved sisters.
Ukraine was slouched over, her eyes were closed, and a little trail of drool dribbled out of her open mouth. Natalia was busy cleaning her knives and—Russia squinted to make sure—had headphones in her ears. Both were completely dead to the world outside them.
Russia's eye twitched at his treacherous sisters while America just smirked at him. Russia loudly cleared his throat to get their attention. They both looked up with a jerk and then flashed their brother apologetic and sheepish smiles for their inattention.
Russia sighed. This farce had gone on long enough.
Russia approached the bed, "I tire of trying to 'romance you.' You and your brother belong to me now, America. It is time to make that claim physical."
America's eyes widened and his breath hitched, "W-wait, please, NO!"
Anything else America may have pleaded was swallowed by Russia's mouth. The Russian smashed their lips together, his tongue darting into his American prize and tasting his sweet cavern. The Russian's hands were not idle either, they picked up where they had left off, searching… groping… claiming.
Russia released America's mouth, only to grab a handful of sunflower hair and stretch the tan neck out. An offering for Russia to bite and nibble. Well, it would be rude to refuse such a temptation. His right hand slipped under the apron to run fingers over the American's most private areas.
Canada started jerking against his bonds, shouting at the invasive Russian, "No! Get away from him! Take me first; just leave my little brother alone!"
Russia chuckled against his American's neck, "Do not worry little Matvey, you will get your turn… for now enjoy the show."
Ukraine was eagerly enjoyed the show, eyes bright and fixated on her brother's actions.
Belarus felt sick. She stared at the gleaming knife she had been cleaning, the sharo blade sitting innocently on her lap. She stared deep into her reflection and felt dizzy.
America hissed and screeched as one of Russia's fingers circled his opening. In desperation, he cried, "Please Nati! I'm your FRIEND! Please, don't let him do this!" America was sobbing at this point, overcome with fear and humiliation.
Belarus stiffened and stuttered, "F-f-friend… you are my friend. My friend…"
Her reflection's eyes widened. And Belarus made a decision. She chose her path and broke her curse.
Time stood still as Belarus stood up, her knife gleaming beautifully in the light.
Ukraine snapped out of her voyeuristic ecstasy. The busty woman turned to look with a wary eye upon her younger sister. She was very good at reading the atmosphere and every instinct she had screamed of impending danger. "Natalia…?"
The world hung in silence for a second. An eternity in the blink of an eye.
Belarus breathed in and out as she changed her gripe on her knife. "Please forgive me… I am sorry it had to be this way."
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Prussia dropped out of the garbage truck. His day sucked. And as he stumbled like a drunk, he fell into an open hole. He plunged down into the dark and splashed into something.
He looked around and realized he had fallen into the sewers. Just fucking great. Once again the Prussian tried to play it off. "Ha! Now my ingenious and awesome plan to use the sewer system to creep up to that unawesome Russian bastard's house is ready! I am so awesome!"
He started to trudge forward and then heard a distant rumbling behind him. The great and awesome Prussia turned to look and watched with dread as a huge tidal wave of sewer water filled with all sorts of nasty things coursed towards him. He would never admit to the whimper that escaped his mouth as he stared at the horror rushing upon him.
And then he was swept away with the sewage and waste of Moscow.
Sometime later Prussia exited the sewer, dripping wet and covered in all kinds of disgusting things (including his own vomit). He looked at the street road signs and nearly cried.
He was on the wrong side of Moscow.
With blank dead eyes, the awesome ex-Nation muttered, "Fuck it, I'm taking the subway."
With that pitiful declaration, the Awesome and Great Prussia squished and lumbered over to the subway. This entire time one thought echoed through his mind: What had he done to deserve this?
~~~~BREAK~FROM~PRUSSIA~PITY~PARTY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
With that quiet declaration the world exploded in motion and blood. Belarus brought a knife straight into Ukraine's ample chest in one second. Then she charged and spun to get into proper position—hair flowing behind her and skirt twirling, she would have had the envy of any dancer for the beautiful movement—to slide the blood drenched knife across her brother's jugular. His blood splashed all over her dress and hands. Both of her victims went down with only a dying gurgle. It took less than three seconds for Belarus to destroy her only remaining family.
She took a deep gulp of air and started moving to unlock the twins before her actions could catch up with her. "Come, we must hurry." If her hands shook while she unlocked Alfred, he was kind enough not to mention it.
The twins will need clothes, and I will need to change out of my dress. I cannot go out in public w-with brother's b-blood splashed over it, the thought of His blood upon her favorite dress— favorite because he had bought it for her—was enough to make her almost pass out. But—she bit the inside of her cheek till she tasted her blood—she would not fall. She was Belarus. She would survive this betrayal.
As she unlocked Canada, America stood up and spoke, "Nati, I uh…" He shook his head, "We need to find the Head Baba Yaga lady's mortar thing… do you know where Russia keeps it?" He wouldn't thank her. She wouldn't want it.
Canada went to thank her, but seeing his twin's look stopped him, and he merely kept quiet instead.
Natalia was glad that he didn't thank her. That he didn't thank her for stabbing her sister in the heart and staining her dress with her beloved brother's blood. Because she knew, she knew, that if he had she would have killed him too. She didn't want to be thanked for killing and betraying her family.
She had already lost her favorite dress; she didn't want to lose one of her only friends too.
Natalia caught his eye as she turned and her eyes lightened and her right cheek twitched in a small smile. The only sign that she understood and was grateful for his consideration, "I will take you to his treasure room. Grab the mortar, after that we will all need to change. We cannot leave like this." I cannot walk around in His blood on His gift to me. I will never be able to wear this dress again. I will miss it.
America and Canada nodded and followed Belarus. Leaving behind a room that stank with blood and betrayal; the eyes of the judging dead following them out.
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Prussia stopped in front of the house. The subway ride had been so much fun. He loved how everyone turned up his or her noses and refused to get near him. He loved how children pointed and laughed at him. It was a great way to end a great day.
He squared his shoulders and began to sneak up. At least he was finally here. And he would get to save the twins! Maybe they would be really grateful to him for saving him and want to reward him? You know, once he took a bath. After all, he had been chased by an angry mob, been thrown out with the trash, and flushed through the Moscow sewer. But it would all be worth it… once he could save the twins…
He was hit by what felt like a truck and stumbled. He heard distant voices as he tried to get the ringing out of his head and focus on his surroundings. He blinked his eyes and found Alfred standing above him holding his nose. Looking around he also saw The Belarusian Bitch carrying a mortar. Before he could question the scene he was tugged up.
America shouted out of breath, "Come on! We need to hurry and get out of here. Nati was able to buy us some time and rescue us AND grab the mortar while getting a plane ready for us, but we need to leave now!"
Prussia just stared blankly as he was pulled to his feet, and forced to run, "B-but all the mobs and garbage and sewers and that horrible subway ride… I WAS SUPPOSED TO RESCUE YOU!" The last was said in a wail as he ran to keep up with the others.
Belarus simply rolled her eyes and stated bluntly, "Then you should have been faster, Albino Asshole. By the way it is nice to know that you still smell the same way you did as when you lived with us."
"Shut up Belarusian Bitch!" Came the helpless wail from the aforementioned (smelly) asshole.
"So, original… you awe me with your creativity." Was snarked back.
"Well, at least I have better things to do than stalk my brother to get him to marry me!"
"Right, because living in YOUR YOUNGER brother's basement, drinking his beer, and making up things to put on that ridiculous blog of yours is SO much better."
"You shut up! And you read my blog so there!"
"Only because its sheer stupidity and pathetic attempts at pretending to have a meaning and use in the world makes me laugh."
"W-well… SHUT UP! At least I have friends!"
"I have friends, you idiot, and they don't include a pedophile, a pervert, and a tiny little bird."
"HOW DARE YOU BRING GILBIRD INTO THIS YOU HEARTLESS WENCH!"
"Children!" The arguing Nations looked at America in confusion, "We are at the plane. Now can you both grow up? Nati stop provoking Gil and Gil, Nati is going to be helping us so chill. Heh… that rhymed… I am so cool." And with that America and Canada climbed into the plane. Belarus quickly following with the magical mortar.
Prussia looked helpless and lost. It wasn't fair! Finally at a glare from Belarus and a hard tug from America, he got into the plane. He sat down in one of the chairs and immediately crossed his arms.
This day had fucking sucked!
What had he done to deserve it?
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Wow, I really liked where I went with this chapter. It really got a great gleam to it. I kind of hated it at first but then I got really inspired and now I love it. Everyone should thank ASHYNARR and NARUKO UZU, this would have been horrible if I hadn't separated it into a different chapter. Now, I really like it because I got super inspired by Russian poetry… and then remembered that (in my opinion) God-awful novel, Cement. I had to read excerpts from it and it was terrible. Worse than Charles Dickens, whose stuff I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT STAND!
That is just my opinion though. If other people like Dickens and Cement that is fine. I don't though. (Although if you do like them, can you PM me as to why? I am really curious.)
ALSO BIG IMPORTANT THING HERE! I WANT TO GET TO 150 REVIEWS! SO, WHOEVER GETS THE 150TH REVIEW WILL GET A SPECIAL SOMETHING FROM ME! I WON'T TELL WHAT THE PRIZE IS YET… BUT IT IS GOOD! SO LET'S TRY TO GET TO 150! THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION!
Now to my guest reviewer for this past chapter:
CATGIRL963: I hope I explained the loophole for you in this chapter, as well as gave some clarification on the nature of the curse. I will try to update more often, but I don't know if the chapters will be shorter. Once I get writing, the characters kind of take over and all the sudden I am over four thousand words and I am just like woah. I will try to update at least once a week, is that okay? I don't want to burn myself out by updating too fast. Especially since some chapters coming soon are not as fleshed out as others and the characters can be such whiny little brats sometimes! But no more complaining! I am glad you like my story and, once again, thank you for reviewing. I love seeing how people respond to my chapters and it makes me happy that you take the time out to let me know your thoughts.
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