This is a little something I came up with a while ago, but never got around to ever writing it until now. I hope you enjoy this!
Dissociative Identity Disorder.
He was a country, was a powerful nation, now bound and tried with everyone against him, for having his land redistributed, along with his brother's. They had lost The Great Second World War. The Prussian, now just a person with little life in him, was forced off to live with the Russian, while his brother, Germany, was divided between three other nations. The plan was to join forces and rebuild Germany into a sustainable power once more, but that wasn't how it progressed.
The once superpower was weakened by the division, but Germany was standing tall after only a few months, helped by the three nations. Though, the Prussian was oppressed and forced into custody by the Russian, forbidden to see the outside world, the sun, let alone another living creature.
The day he managed to escape across the basement he was confined to, out of the house and across the border into a Germany that was flourishing, he managed only to see his brother for moments before being dragged back by the Russian to his prison, significantly punished with hours of torture. The next time he escaped the basement, all he could see was a wall: a large, white wall, with guards posted every few feet and blood plastered on the wall's surface and dirt ground. No wonder he felt himself weakening.
When he asked though, out of stupidity, the Russian only smirked and told him that the world didn't need him anymore, that the wall was also punishment for not only him leaving the borders, but also to prove to his people, that they were owned. Bright red eyes glared at lavender as he took his punishment.
The years went on, and the Prussian had attained a side that enjoyed the Russian's presence. It would be needed, seeing as he was punished daily, being blamed for the rebellions and the falls in his economy. He was covered in scars, mainly across his back, deep reminders of what he had been through since the wall came up.
He had been transformed into pet for the Russian, and finally, he was allowed to attend a meeting on the work of rebuilding Germany. It was a normal meeting, just talking about how much the two nations had evolved, or devolved, since the start of the project.
Though, that was the first time the Prussian displayed emotion openly. They were speaking of communism in East Germany, in Prussian Germany. The Russian had taken his own way of repairing Germany by incorporating his own economy into it. The obnoxious American was making some fuss over his containment policy and how well it had been working for Germany, but then, the Prussian had to let in his two cents, not even really knowing what he was doing.
"Why didn't you help me! You 'contained' Communism from West Germany, by not the East! Sag mir das, Amerika!"
The entire group was stunned, but then a growl came from the Russian, slapping him across the face. "How dare you! Speak to my comrade like that, will you? You will be punished!" He yelled out, glaring at the trembling Prussian, which had no idea what was happening or why.
Several more months of pain and torture, several more months of the Prussian enjoying it, but hating it all at the same time. He would have small outbursts of anger at the Russian, even while the other was being kind to him, which would only end in him broken and bleeding. He didn't care anymore. He didn't want a life full of such aggravation, such grieve and conflicted lies implanted into his mind. It was as if the wall outside the window was forming inside his head, between what was truly occurring and how he perceived it.
The wall had finally fallen and the Prussian was free to leave the household, though, still broken and bleeding, scarred, maimed and disfigured. There was no way he could return to being a country. His spirit was far from where it had to been. He couldn't even laugh, didn't even know how. He knew tears, he knew pain and that was all. He barely even felt happiness once told he could leave and left at the border of East Germany to be found by his brother. Dull lavender looked up at Sapphire.
He was taken home and healed, or at least, that's what his brother told him this place was. It was so, odd. Everything was. Everything was in German, not Russian, but now that native language of his seemed so foreign. "Gde my nakhodimsya?" He asked, trying to find their location, but nothing as an answer, besides a shake of the German's head and a pat on the head. "Ich werde dich Normal wieder machen." Was the reply, though, the Prussian had no idea what was being spoken to him.
After several months, something snapped in the Prussian's mind. He growled at his brother in frustration. "Was ist mit dir! Ich hasse hier sein. Ich hasse dich. Warum koennen wir ein gutes leben nicht haben? Sag mir warum Bruder!" For the first time in years, German came out of the Prussian's lips. Though, not all was back to normal as Black glared at Sapphire.
It was short, yes, because I ran out of what to do with poor Gilbert now. If you want to me to continue with this, think of ways to let the story progress and your ideas will help me out a lot!
Also, here are some translations:
Sag mir das, Amerika!: Tell me that, America!
Gde my nakhodimsya?: Where are we?
Ich werde dich Normal wieder machen.: I will make you normal again.
Was ist mit dir! Ich hasse hier sein. Ich hasse dich. Warum koennen wir ein gutes leben nicht haben? Sag mir warum Bruder!: What is with you! I hate being here! I hate you! Whay can't we have a good life? Tell me why Brother!
~ForsakenJettison