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!

pokezejello- 1. Because he knows that Russia would find him sooner or later, and if not him, then one of the other allies would. Russia wuold ask around and use his dogs to find them.

2. No. Russia's sisters has no idea what Russia does with the people living there. 8B

WARNING: ATTEMPTED SUICIDE!

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"Fuck..." Prussia moaned when he woke up. "Fuuuck... Why is my head hurting so fucking much..." He looked around the room- he was on a dusty bed in the basement he was locked inside months ago. "What the Hell did I do last night..?" He stood up to open the door, but it was locked. "Fuck... Fucking Russki... Right? I can't remember..."

Prussia curled up on the bed to try to get back to sleep. He had no idea why he was in here, nor did he really care at the moment. He figured that sleep would help his hangover.

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"Where's Gilbert?" Ukraine asked.

"I just left him, I think he's going to be down there for most of the day. I don't have anything to help with his hangover that I'm sure he has." Russia smiled like a child.

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After his who knows how long nap, his headache was still there, but not as badly as before. Then he noticed that someone left him a plate of "food." More like scraps.

"What the Hell is this?" There were pieces of meat in a sauce that turned cold in the basement air and a small cup of water. He stared at the food for a while, not really believing what he was seeing. "Wait a minute..." He thought out loud. "Is this Germany's punishment?"

Even if it wasn't a punishment, Prussia was still hungry. He stabbed a piece of meat with the fork provided for him, and forced it into his mouth. He could barely taste a hint of vodka on the fork, making him throw it in disgust.

"I swear that bastard would have died by now if he wasn't a nation... Then again... But I'm too awesome to die anyway." He picked up the other three cold pieces by two fingers this time. "I'm never drinking another shot of vodka, ever again."

He looked over by the door. He noticed the bottom of the door had a slit to it now, with some kind of rubber blocking his view under it, like a door for dogs. He quietly thanked whoever for the dimming lights connected to the ceiling, providing him with sight.

Now all he could do was wait for Russia to barge in and have his way with the former German.

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Three plates and still no Russian. Prussia was guessing that he was getting about a meal a day, seeing how he would get deadly hungry in between meals. They were all just table scraps, and seeing how no body was coming in to grab the plates, he's been keeping them to keep track of the days.

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After the seventh plate, he's been thinking things like- 'This isn't a punishment- I love being alone, really!' constantly through out the days. No body has been visiting him. He noticed that the plates would only be moved into the room about a third of the way.

The next day, he got the nineth plate. He lost track of the numbers of plates after the fifth one. After this plate, he stacked it up with the others and went to bed. The next, he got the tenth, and then the thirteenth.

After a few days he got plate number twenty. When he went to bed in the middle of the night, Russia snucked in and added all three of the baltic's plates with them this time, instead of just one of them. The next day, it was plate number twenty four, Prussia counted. It still felt longer. Still, he ate and added the plate to the second stack.

After plate thirty, he refused to eat, hoping that someone would notice and do SOMETHING to help him at least. Three days later, instead of Russia adding plates, he would "forget" to feed Prussia. He added two plates after Prussia passed out from the lack of food and water.

He started getting food again after the plates were added, but he still refused to eat them. After five dirty plates later, he counted them again, getting thirty-seven.

He snapped the next day, at plate number thirty-nine.

He took a plate, smashed it against the wall, and took a shard that was big and sharp enough. He ran the pointed edge over his pale arm, making sure to get enough blood on the shard before pushing it back under to the other side of the room.

'What's the point of being so awesome if no body's going to see me...' He thought. No, he wasn't trying to kill himself yet. He was just trying to get attention.

Plate forty, he cut both of his arms, his legs, and even carved "Ich bin Preußen!"* on his stomach. He counted forty-two plates the next day. He didn't do anything but stared at the ceiling that day.

The next day, he didn't even get a plate of food. The lights went out hours ago. He blindly looked around for a wall to bash his head against it, and again, and again, before passing out from blood loss.

The next day, he heard a "clank" of a glass plate hitting glass. He ignored it and banged his head against the wall some more. The next day, he waited by the door until his food came. He bashed his head against the door, but it hasn't opened.

forty-something plates, or maybe fifty, he gave up. He spent all of his time on the bed, waiting for a death that- 'Apparently' -still wouldn't happen. 'Why am I alive?' He screamed at the top of his lungs.

He thought of scratching his eyes out, but after the scream, he didn't have any energy left in him.

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The next day, when Prussia woke up, there was a bright light. 'Finally...' He thought, before darkness returned, then light again. 'What is going on?' He thought, groaning.

"Are you awake?"

"Huh?"

"Good morning. Please don't talk..." Prussia felt something cold against his chest.

"...Why?"

"I have to count your heart beats for a minute."

"Where am I..?"

"Up stairs. Your population was dropping dramatically." Estonia placed the cold metal against Prussia's chest again, counting the beats while looking at the grandfather clock placed in the room just for this.

"Why?"

"I'm guessing it was because you were trying to kill yourself."

"Nein... Why can't I move?"

"You tried killing yourself." He repeated. "Your arms are strapped down to the bed, as well as your ankles." Now Prussia's blood pressure was being measured into numbers. Estonia checked the bags connected to Prussia. The bag feeding him through his nose will be gone soon.

"Where's Russia...?"

"Don't worry about that right now." Estonia disconnected the bag from the tube.

"...What's that?"

"You weren't eating, so we decided to put a feeding tube in you. I'll replace it for you."

"Then... What's in my hand?"

"A needle giving you lost nutrients." Estonia replaced the bag with a new one and sat on one knee by Prussia's bed. He took out a small flash light. "Open your mouth." Prussia obeyed.

"You're dehydrated like Hell. Didn't Russia include something to drink?"

"Yeah..."

"You just refused to drink it."

"...After a while..."

"I'm going to leave soon. I have to tell Russia that you're concious..."

"...Don't go... I don't like Lithuania, I hate Russia, and Latvia's afraid of me..."

"That's not true. He's just afraid of getting too close to anyone because-"

"-Russia?" Prussia interrupted. "And that bastard calls himself a communist..."

"I think how he thinks, because he's a communist, if the people who he lives with has friends, then it's only fair for them to be friends with everyone in the home... But when they refuse, he gets kinda... I mean, he hasn't had the best... Childhood."

"That monster had a childhood?"

"Well... He tried. Ukraine tried giving him one... That's all I can tell you. Don't tell Russia that I told you this much. I'm sure in time he will explain."

"Explain about... Mongolia?"

"Oh, of course you would know... Um, I'll see you later." Estonia stood up and walked out of the room.

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The first thing Prussia asked the second he saw the giant Russian was- "Why did you ignore me?"

"You're so "awesome," I figured that if you weren't getting the attention you "deserve," then that would probably be the worse punishment for you. At least it was less than a month."

"What? It was more than a month!"

"I added plates. I didn't want you to be in there for too long, so to make you think that it was long, I added plates to your collection when you fell asleep almost every night. You snapped, and I waited some more before bringing you out."

"Why did you wait?"

"It was a punishment. I honestly think that I would've done worse to Germany, but for Germany. For you, I decided to do something... Different."

Prussia looked away. "...Whatever..."

"Would you like me to read you a book?"

"Well... It beats just being bored out of my mind all day."

Russia smiled a soft smile, less fake than his usual ones, but Prussia wasn't sure how true it was anyway. 'Who cares...' He thought, once he heard Russia reading a book he was reading out loud in German.

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Wow, fifty chapters.

"Ich bin Preußen" - "I am Prussia"