Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!

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Prussia managed to get out of the thin sheets once he figured Russia would be asleep. He thought about taking a shower, but he didn't want to wake Russia up and tempt him even more. At least he could sleep in another room, right?

'The door's probably locked...' Despite this thought, Prussia placed his hand on the door-nob and turned it. He widen his eyes a little in surprise. 'It's open...'

Sudden ideas of escape raced through his mind at that time. He got over the fence one time before, and it wasn't like he really needed to jump the wall, either. Who's to say he couldn't get a job and maybe rent a place on his own in Russia?

Deciding to set out his plan, he grabbed some clothes, left the room to change, and went down into the kitchen to grab some food, and some knives. He found a paper bag to store the food in, before going outside.

"They're still here..." Prussia fingered the knife marks he made to get over the fence before when Russia was gone. He smiled. "Perfect." He slipped one knife in one of the slits, then another, until he could step on the knives and get high enough to get over the fence.

'I didn't grab extra knives with me this time to get back over, so there really is no turning back now...' He started running towards where he remember town was. If worse came to worse, he'd wait behind a random shop until it opened.

He looked through the store signs to see which one opened the earliest. He found one that opened in about an hour and a half since he left, so he decided to wait behind that one shop.

"This was one of the shops that we went to on Ukraine's birthday, I think..." Prussia mumbled to himself. He ended up taking a small nap against the brick wall of the building.

He woke up when the sun was high enough up that it was obvious it was past an hour and a half from when he first fell asleep. He shot up to his feet, looked over the corner of the building to see a few people walking about, before actually entering the front doors in the store.

"Привет."* A, what looked like to be a middle aged man, greeted him.

"Привет. Um... Вы говорите по-английски?"*

"I know a little. Why?"

"I want to get a job here. I'll do anything."

"A job? One minute." The guy left, and Prussia waited patiently for him.

The man went around back to look at one of his five posters. Three of them looked a little old, but two of them looked new. "Я знал это."* He picked up a phone and dialed a number.

The German albino waited until someone snuck up on him and bound his wrists together with hand-cuffs. "What the hell?" He looked behind him to see a man in a uniform.

"Your name's Gilbert Beilschmidt, correct?" The employee asked.

"What the hell is going on?" Prussia hissed through his teeth.

"You see, all of the businesses and such recieves a certain number of posters for whoever is under Ivan Braginski's control. If one of them shows up asking for a job, a house, or someplace to stay without showing any sign of permission from mister Braginski first is ordered to call the police immediately."

"Wh-What? I don't fucking believe you! Let me see the Goddamn posters!"

"Sorry, I can't do that right now. Maybe you can ask mister Braginski, though." The man ran a hand through his hair. "I do not really understand why anyone would try leaving that place. I wish I was under mister Braginski's "command."

"You have no i-fucking-dea what it's like living with him..." Prussia growled.

"Come on, Beilschmidt. Mister Ivan Braginski's waiting for you at home." The, now known as a police man, dragged the German away.

"Nein!" Prussia lifted up his feet to avoid getting in the police car.

"We have permission to knock you out if you refuse to comply."

"I'll fucking knock you out!" He was suddenly dropped and stepped on in the head.

"Such temper, and such a tongue, too." The police man tried forcing the albino in the car again, this time succeeding without having to knock the poor man out completely. The back doors stayed locked in the inside, just in case.

The ride wasn't a long one. It couldn't have taken more then ten minutes before the car stopped and the man driving talked again. "I can see mister Braginski waiting for you!"

Prussia was dragged out of the car, and forced to stand against it. He kept his eyes on the ground while the police man undid the cuffs before pushing him into the large Russian's grasp. He closed his eyes and ignored the simple Russian the two were speaking in.

"I was so worried about you!" Fake words. Anyone around to hear what he said after the police left could tell.

"You'll wish that you were dead after I'm done with you." Prussia's face turned pale.

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"Привет. Um... Вы говорите по-английски?" - "Hello. Um... Do you speak english?"

"Я знал это." - "I knew it."