Germany's House (Three days ago)
Canada knocked on the door of Ludwig's house. He had finally been able to get away from work to deliver Reich's letter. He knocked once more after waiting several minutes. A loud bang emanated from within the house, making Matthew jump. He clutched the unfolded letter in his hand, crumpling it even more.
Germany opened the door as Canada tried smoothing the letter out. Germany looked down at Canada confused, not sure who he was though he knew that the Canadian was somehow familiar.
"Can I help you?" Germany asked looking down at the oft-forgotten nation.
"Ah, yes. Reich asked me to bring you this—"Germany snatched the letter from Canada and jerked the nation into th house. Germany tore open the envelope and read the contents of the letter. A frown creased his brow, as he read through the letter. It stated that she was fine and that there had been nothing much to report. Ludwig lowered the letter and looked at Canada, who had not moved from where Ludwig had placed him in the foyer.
"How is she?" he asked, piercing Matthew with his gaze. Canada swallowed. He knew that he should not tell the German nation how his favourite little nation is doing, but Germany was much scarier than Reich. Canada caved.
"Not good. When I was at Russia's house she was bruised and it looked like her leg was broken." It took a moment for Germany to take in that his precious baby was being abused. Anger clouded Ludwig's face (and judgement), making Canada shrink back against the wall.
"Thank you." Ludwig managed to grind out before bolting out the towards Russia's house, leaving Canada standing in the foyer. Italy stuck his head out of the kitchen and looked down the hallway.
"Where's Germany?" he asked the shaking nation.
Ludwig reached Russia's house in record time. He banged on the door impatiently, nearly clocking Lithuania in the head when he opened the door.
"Yes?" Lithuania looked at the enraged country.
"Where is that bastard?"
Reich's house (Last day of the festival)
Reich hurried Russia along as she led him through the jungle and towards the village. Today was the last day of the moon festival and the ritual of renewal was to take place. Reich was the main part of the sacred ritual that was only attended by the adults of the natives on her island.
Occasionally, an outsider would be allowed inside the hut where the ritual was performed. Ludwig, Gilbert, and Michael had attended at one point of another. Now, Russia would also witness the sacred ritual. When they arrived at the village, Reich introduced Ivan to the tribal leader and told Ivan to follow the tribal leader to the hut. She needed to get ready for the ritual.
Reich headed for the priestess's hut to get ready. She entered and was instantly pulled into the middle of the hut, where the priestess purified Reich's body and gave her a brightly patterned sarong to cover herself with.
Incense wafted thickly through the hut, when Russia entered with the tribal leader. He was given a spot to stand with the other tribesmen. The leader walked into the middle of the crowded room where a large, flat stood stood. Russia stood near the wall watching the whole thing with vague interest. It wasn't until Reich entered the one room hut clad in nothing but a sarong that Russia paid attention.
Reich entered the hut to complete silence. She took several steps forward and stopped, head bowed. The priestess entered the hut next and began to chant. She moved around Reich and towards the large rock in the middle of the hut. The leader took up the chant as the priestess joined him. Only when the priestess stopped next to the leader did Reich move. She walked in step with the chanting to the large rock, head bowed the whole way. She stepped up onto the rock and the chanting stopped. After a moment of silence, Reich took up the chant. She unwrapped the sarong from her body and used it as an extension of herself as she began to dance on top of the rock. The entire tribes members assembled took up the chant. The priestess produced a carved box and opened it. She presented what was inside to the leader who took the object out of the box and held it up high, so everyone could see what was in his hands. As the tribe leader raised the gleaming knife in the air, Reich collapsed onto the rock, her hair fanning around her head and shoulders like a halo.
Russia sucked in a breath as he caught the gleam of the blade. The leader circled the stone slab several times with the knife raised until the chanting was a thunderous roar. The leader climbed onto the stone and knelt down, one leg on either side of Reich. The man raised the knife, flipped it around in his hands so the blade faced down and plunged the knife into Reich's chest. The chanting stopped. Russia was frozen to his spot. What the hell just happened? When the man pulled the blade from Reich's chest, Russia was able to react. He rushed forward, outrage on his face, but didn't get far. Several tribesmen held Russia back. He reacted the same way the other three had reacted. The tribal leader continued with the ritual. He dabbed a finger on the blade of the knife and then dabbed Reich's blood on the priestess's forehead. She took the knife and did the same to the tribe's leader. As everyone began to get a dab of blood no the forehead, Reich regained consciousness. She sat up with a wince and scooped up the sarong she had dropped, wrapping it around her waist. Russia rushed forward now that he was not being held back. He stopped at the edge of the slab, dumbfounded.
Reich was smiling and dabbing her blood on the foreheads of the few remaining unmarked tribe's members. She stood as she saw Russia, keeping a hand on the stone slab to steady herself.
"What was that!" Russia exclaimed shocked at what he had seen. Reich merely laughed and pressed a finger to her wound. She dabbed Russia's forehead with her blood, nearly falling over.
"Come on, Ivan." Reich grabbed Russia's hand and started towards the door, but didn't get very far. Russia scooped her into his arms and carried her out of the hut, for she could barely walk.
"What the hell was that?" asked Russia as he stormed through the jungle back to her house. Reich giggled.
"Ritual of renewal—"Russia stopped and looked down at her like she was crazy, "—is not finished." Reich squirmed in Russia's arms until he set her down. She leaned up and captured his lips before he could straighten out, her bloody hands on his face. Russia pushed away from her in his surprise, nearly knocking her down. He blinked at her. Reich took several steps towards Russia before tripping over a tree root. Ivan caught her on reflex. Reich snaked her hands down Ivan's chest and down to the waist band of his shorts.
"The ritual of renewal is not finished." She said, as she plunged her hands down his shorts. Russia gasped, as Reich's fingers wrapped around his penis.
"Stop." He ground out, as he pushed her from himself. Reich, however, was very persistent, getting her way in the end. (They had sex.)
Ivan scooped Reich into his arms and started back towards her house. Reich was fast asleep, when he reached the edge of the jungle. Russia stepped out of the jungle and started down the beach to where Reich's house was.
"What the hell did you do to my daughter?" Ludwig's voice cut through the still air. Russia froze and looked up. Ludwig was storming towards him, anger radiating from the country in waves. Ludwig stopped right in front of the frigid nation, fists clenched.
"I have done nothing to your little sunflower." Ivan replied calmly. He hefted Reich further into his arms. Ludwig's eyes raked over Reich's dishevelled appearance, the kiss marks on her olive skin. Ludwig brought up his fist and punched Russia square in the face. Russia had no chance to react with Reich in his arms. Ludwig jerked the still sleeping Reich from Russia's arms and bolted before Russia had a chance to recover.