I couldn't move anymore. My body was in far too much pain to willingly move in any way. Trent had thrown me into too many seats and done too much for me to even have the will to get up.
I felt completely broken. Trent had taken everything from me. He'd finally gotten that last thing I'd been fighting so hard to protect. He'd won out in the very end. He'd gotten my country, my freedom, my life, and now my body. And I'd been unable to do anything to stop him.
We'd be landing soon enough and I'd be taken off to wait for the public announcement of the marriage between Trent and I. The wedding would take place two days from now. One day for the announcement to take place and the next day would be the ceremony.
Maybe, if I were lucky, I'd somehow die before the wedding could take place. Death was truly sounding better to the alternative of being married to Trent and having to live with the events that I'd been put through in the past few hours.
I thought about what would happen if the wedding really did happen. I'd be trapped forever, living with Trent and under his rule for the rest of my natural life. I'd be forced to watch as he did whatever he pleased with my country. I wouldn't be able to do anything but watch and be the face who told the public that they should listen to him. Such an existence didn't sound like one I'd wish on even my worst enemies… even the one causing it.
And even if my friends somehow managed to stop the wedding from happening… where would I even go from there? Trent had still gotten everything he'd been trying to get out of me. If it really came down to it, I had no doubt in my mind he could just as easily kill me or toss me aside. I'd served any and all purposes he'd originally intended for me.
The wedding... it was nothing more than appearances and a ploy to try to get cooperation. Even if the cooperation wasn't all there, Trent was powerful enough to do as he pleased anyway.
I shut my eyes, allowing a few tears to roll down my face just before numbness started to sink in. My body was being kind enough to keep me from having to deal with the emotional pain of the day's events and I couldn't be more grateful towards it.
Sooner than I would've liked, the plane began to descend and I was pulled into a sitting position by Trent. I just sat though, not even flinching as he touched me. I was completely numb at this point, all of my reactions automatic and robotic. There was absolutely no fighting spirit left in me.
Tent smirked and sat beside me. He was soon holding my face to have my gaze him. I just stared at him though, my eyes empty and glazed over. "Such a dead and lost look in your eyes Rissy. It's so… so… unsuitable for you."
I blinked, lowering my gaze to stare at the ground. A light chuckle left Trent as he began caressing my cheek. "Don't look so glum Rissy. You're going to be my wife soon. And once that's official we can begin talking about having a family together."
That got my attention. The numbness was suddenly nowhere to be found. All that filled me now was panic. I hadn't even thought about the possibility of Trent trying to get children from me. But, then what else would he do with me if he was marrying me? It would help him publicly sure, but he could've forced me to be his spokesperson either way. Marriage… it was an obvious step to getting a line.
But what would Trent even want with children? He didn't seem like the fatherly type. And, as a country, he didn't really have the need to have kids. "Just think about it Rissy. A couple of children running around. Both of them a combination of our genetics. An ex country and a current country as their parents. They could make such perfect little territories for me."
Territories? So all he wanted was more land. More power. He wanted to use me to get territories that would unfalteringly listen to him. He would get kids and then use them like he used everyone else. As tools. Nothing more, nothing less. It was sickening to even think about.
"No," I said, pulling away and shaking my head with teary eyes as I wrapped my arms around myself. "NO! I'm not going to let you do something like that!"
Trent grinned a terrifyingly crazy grin and grabbed my arms. "You don't have to LET me do anything Rissy!" he laughed. "Who's to say that you aren't already going have my child!?"
My eyes widened as I took in what he was saying. I felt tears beginning to fall down my face. "N-no…" I whimpered, unable to deal with how fast everything seemed to be spinning. "Nonononono!"
There was no way what Trent was implying could ever be true. I couldn't possibly become pregnant with his child after today. I… I wouldn't be able to handle something like that. I couldn't deal with deal with any of what was already happening and had happened. I was at my breaking point as it was.
The seat belt sign suddenly lit up, indicating that we'd be landing in a matter of minutes. I quickly jumped up though, disregarding it completely and trying to back out of the aisle and away from Trent. But I'd forgotten about the fact that Trent was already holding onto my arms. Thus he came up with me. "Let go of me!" I shouted, the pure and raw whirl of emotions in me helping me to push past the pain that was wracking through my body.
Trent's grip only tightened though. He pulled me back towards himself and pushed me into my seat. "The seat belt sign is on Rissy," he said, his voice filled with cruel enjoyment, the grin still looming on his face. "You should listen to it. Things could happen if you don't. Bad things."
I stared at Trent, anger rising in my frantic array of emotions. "Y-you bastard!" I choked out, any sense of control I still had slipping away completely. " You've already taken everything from me! And yet you're still threatening me!? I-I don't have anything left!"
Trent laughed, kneeling in front of me and grabbing my face. "Oh, I think you do Rissy. I think you still have something I can very easily hurt you with. Something that will make you do anything I want you to do."
"And what's that?" I spat.
"You have compassion. Compassion for my people. Compassion for all the other nations of the world. Compassion for Prussia. And that's something that's easily able to be turned against you Rissy. It makes you incredibly weak."
I felt myself beginning to crumble. Trent was right in that I was weak. He was right in everything that he'd said and I knew it. And it was a weakness that I couldn't just change about myself. I couldn't just sit down and decide to stop caring about my friends and people. And I would never do anything of the sort. To turn my back on them in such a way would be unforgivable to me. And Trent would always have that to hold against me. He'd always be able to threaten me with the safety of somebody I cared about. And I'd always give in because of my weakness.
"So what's say you buckle your seat belt like the sign says to?" Trent asked, smirking at my broken expression.
I nodded, doing surprisingly well at not breaking down into sobs. I shakily took hold of the seat belt to my seat and buckled it. Trent sat beside me, buckling in as well and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "I'm thinking we'll move the wedding to tomorrow. Why wait for a whole day? We'll just have a private ceremony tomorrow morning. Unless you have any complaints about it that is."
"N-no… that sound fine…" I whispered, my throat tight and dry as my body trembled even more than it already was.
"It's great that we can decide on things so easily," Trent said.
"Y-yea…"
Soon we'd landed and Trent was pulling me off of the plane. I was soon seated in a car, Trent sitting right beside me with his arm still wrapped around my shoulders. I stared at the car's carpeting, finding that focusing on it helped me to keep from breaking down again.
I didn't hear where Trent told the driver to take us, but I could only assume that it was my old house. It wasn't the biggest home in the world. It was probably smaller than that of a family of four would be living comfortably in. But it was mine and I'd really liked it. To think of it as possibly being Trent's house was somewhat sickening.
I had been staring at the carpet longer than I'd realized. I suddenly found myself being pulled out of the car by Trent. I looked up and saw that we were indeed in front of my old house. "Does this house bring back any memories for you Rissy?" Trent cooed tauntingly. "I imagine the last time you were here was right before we met up at Disney. I'm right, aren't I?"
I winced, slowly nodding with a pained expression. It was true that I hadn't actually been here since the countries had shown up to help me pack for that trip. After I'd told the countries about the other side I'd stayed with America, not even bothering to stop by here to pick up some clothes. We'd just grabbed a few articles at a store on the way to America's house. And then I'd returned to the other side about a week later. This was my first time back in over two years.
"Well don't worry. You'll be spending plenty of time here from now on," Trent said, smirking as he pulled me towards the door. "Aside from being my little poster child, you'll be making a wonderful house wife~"
I looked up at Trent with surprise. House wife? So he wasn't even going to let me go out and get a job then. I was going to be sitting at home all day. Any hope for becoming successful and getting a career… he'd taken that as well. He was truly making my life his.
I looked down, knowing that any protests would only end in my friends and their safety being threatened. And that would just lead to me submitting and giving up anyway. So there wasn't any point of even trying anymore.
"Welcome home Rissy," Trent said, leading me inside and shutting the door to my new prison.
(Oh my gosh! I actually finished this chapter! I've actually been working on it for the past few weeks. I swear! It just wan't coming to me though. But I finally finished it! So yay for that! Aside from that... I'm sorry for not updating for so long! It's been close to three months now... so I'm seriously sorry for that. Anyways... yay for season five!)
