Chapter 13

Prussia rolled to his side, pulling the covers over his head, trying to ignore the knocking on his door. It didn't stop. He sighed, pulling the blanket down. He rolled his eyes, "I'll be right there…" He sighed, sitting up, dragging himself out of bed. He shivered, his sweatpants unable to keep him warm without the assistance of the covers. The knock was louder. He tried to shake himself awake, opening the door slowly. It was Russia.

He took a step back. "W-What do you want?" He straightened, looking into Russia's face.

Russia smiled, "I hear you have been healing well, Ptitska."

"I'm not your bird," Prussia snapped, regretting his words as Russia brought the back of his hand across his cheek. Prussia debated hitting him back but thought better of it. He didn't look at Russia. "What do you want?"

"We still need to discuss everything."

Prussia sighed, "Fine," he held out his arm to Russia so he would be easier to drag downstairs. He might as well get this over with.

Russia pushed his arm away, "Nyet, there's no need for that… unless it's your choice. We can sit and review this without violence, can't we?" Russia smiled.

Prussia looked up at him, shrugging. He opened his door, allowing Russia in. He grabbed his shirt and slipped it on, joining Russia at the table and chairs. He let Russia sit first.

"Now," Russia began, "I understand why you're upset about the wall, but-"

"Your soldiers are killing my people!" Prussia slammed his fist on the table, standing.

"Calm down. We're discussing this, aren't we?" Russia smiled.

Prussia sat back down, fuming, "It's hard to 'discuss' things when your soldiers are killing people."

"Nyet, GDR, your soldiers are killing people."

"What?" Prussia tried not to think about what that meant.

"Yes, GDR, the soldiers you trained… they're the ones guarding the wall."

Prussia shook his head, setting his jaw, debating whether to reply with his mouth or his fists.

"Anyway, I'm not here to talk about the guards. They aren't going to change."

"Then we have nothing more to talk about." Prussia stood again.

"I need you to understand, GDR. They aren't loyal to you anymore. They're trying to run away from you. It's better this way."

"Better!?" Prussia clenched his fists, holding himself back again, "You're going to have to explain that because as far as I know, you're slaughtering people, my people."

"Nyet, GDR. My people." Russia stood, taking a step closer to Prussia, "Remember, you belong to me. Your people are my people. But once they cross that wall, they're no one's."

"Yeah, because they're dead," Prussia looked into Russia's face, speaking through his teeth, ready to fight back.

"GDR, please," Russia sighed, rolling his eyes, "I don't want to have to hurt you. I don't like to," He looked down at Prussia's fists, "But if you're not capable of discussing this like a man, I'll have to treat you like a dog."

Prussia swung a punch towards Russia, not caring. Russia caught his wrist, spinning it so his arm was caught behind him, straining his shoulder. Prussia winced, trying to struggle free from Russia's iron grip.

"Please, GDR. Is this really necessary?" Russia's voice was impatient and annoyed, almost tired.

"I don't know, are you going to stop murdering my people."

"I can do whatever I want. They're my people, not yours." Russia kicked the back or Prussia's knee, sending the smaller country to the ground, letting got of his arm and grabbing a fistful of his hair, forcing his head back. "You seem to be forgetting this."

Prussia looked up at the giant country and smirked defiantly. He saw Russia sigh, frustrated.

"Honestly, GDR, you're making this difficult." Russia pulled his hand away, allowing Prussia to stand.

Prussia turned to face Russia again, ready for a good fight. He'd be ready this time, "Oh, am I?" he said sarcastically, smirking again.

"Yes, you are." Russia's voice was less than amused.

Prussia winced as Russia grabbed his left arm, half-dragging him back to the table, and forced him into the chair. He inhaled through his teeth as Russia slammed his arm onto the table, holding it there with his hand.

"Now," Russia said, annoyed, "Are you going to sit here on your own?"

"Or what? You'll tie me to the chair?" Prussia dared.

Russia sighed and pulled out his knife. He slammed the blade through Prussia's arm, pinning it to the table.

Prussia cried out in pain, bringing his right hand to his arm, trying to pull the knife out of his arm. He couldn't.

"When we're finished," Russia continued, sitting down opposite Prussia, "I'll help you with that. For now, let's hope it keeps you from doing anything stupid."

Prussia looked up at him, shaking with pain. It took all his self-control not to swear at Russia.

Russia smiled, looking at Prussia, "Now," Russia pulled out a stack of papers, sliding them towards Prussia, avoiding the blood already dripping from the table, "You'll need to look these over. I'm giving you a new boss, I don't like your old one."

Prussia tried to look at the papers, his vision blurry with pain. The statue of old Fritz had been torn down, and the City Palace was scheduled to be demolished. He looked back up at Russia. "You can't do this…"

"Prussia is dead, GDR. All symbols of it are being removed. You are the German Democratic Republic now, and your brother needs to realize this, as do you." Russia said calmly.

Prussia set his jaw, the words stung. He tried to keep reading, the knife in his arm was starting to really bother him. He closed his eyes, "You… you're removing the reunification clause?" His only chance of ever seeing his brother again.

"Yes. Didn't you expect that by now?"

Prussia closed his eyes for a moment, then nodded, "Yeah, I guess so." He nodded, biting back another gasp of pain. He finished reading the papers, his arm throbbing. "So…" the pain caught in his throat, "What… what do you want me to do… about this?" He tried to move his fingers, but it was more painful.

"I need you to sign these." Russia stood, bringing more papers to Prussia, holding them off the table, moving the other, now blood-soaked, papers away. He held out a pen to Prussia. "These say that you have read and agreed to everything in those documents." Russia nodded to them.

Prussia closed his eyes, then looked up at Russia, "And if I don't?"

Russia said nothing. He didn't need to.

Prussia gave a shaking exhale, glancing back at his arm. "I…" he whispered, "I'll need my hand." He grit his teeth.

Russia pulled the knife from his arm.

Prussia pulled his arm to himself, gripping it with his other hand, trying to stop the blood. He took off his shirt, wrapping it around his arm. At least the bone wasn't broken this time. He looked back up at Russia, who stood waiting with the papers. He reached forward, his fingers barely willing to hold the pen, and signed. He pushed the paper towards Russia, gripping his arm.

"Spasiba, Ptitska." Russia smiled, "You're learning."

Prussia looked up at him, standing.

Russia sighed, "Don't make this difficult, GDR."

Prussia smirked, "Difficult? Me?" Prussia folding his good hand into a fist.

Russia noticed, "Please. You signed the papers, you and I discussed your concerns with the wall, it's over, Ptitska."

"I. Am not. your. pet!" Prussia slammed his fist into Russia's face again, smiling with satisfaction as he saw Russia pull a bloody hand away from his nose.

"I take it back, GDR," Russia sighed, facing him, "You haven't learned."

Prussia smirked, "So, what are you going to do about it? Your 'lesson' last time didn't seem to work." He knew he was pushing it. He didn't care.

Russia grabbed his hair, kicking him to the ground, pulling him towards the door.

Prussia struggled, trying to stand again, bringing his good hand to his hair, trying to pry Russia's hand away from it. "I can walk!" He snapped, kicking at Russia's legs.

Russia dropped him to the ground. "Then walk."

Prussia stood, looking up at Russia. "Fine," he took a step towards the door.

Russia opened it and looked into the hallway with a smile. "Lithuania!" He called for him.

Lithuania almost ran out of his room and up to them, wearing sweatpants and a tee shirt.

Prussia looked at him, hiding the bloody tee-shirt wrapped around his arm. He knew Lithuania had already seen it by his expression.

"Yes, Mr. Russia?" Lithuania's voice was calm, despite his shaking hands, which he hid behind his back.

"GDR is making everything much harder than it needs to be," Russia sighed.

Lithuania glared at Prussia with a sigh, then back up at Russia, "Yes?"

"So, you're going to help me make him understand."

Lithuania shivered, "All right."

"Be downstairs in five minutes," Russia smiled.

Lithuania nodded, still trembling.

"Bring Latvia."

"No!" Gil grabbed onto Russia's arm. He felt Russia's hand on his face again.

"Do not speak to me like that." Russia snapped, "Now, does that mean you're ready to listen to me?"

Prussia looked up at Lithuania, who rolled his eyes, obviously frustrated by his stupidity. He considered it for a moment. He couldn't hurt Lithuania, or Latvia. Especially Latvia. He opened his mouth to speak, then stopped, pain driving through his body. He gasped, falling to his knees, clutching his chest, trying to breathe. He closed his eyes, trying to bite back a cry of pain as bullets tore through a child trying to cross the wall. He could hear him screaming in his head. He closed his eyes tighter, trying to block it out. He gasped again as the child stopped crying. He looked up at Russia, breathing hard, tears falling from his eyes, "I… will never… as long as I live… listen to you." He whispered.

Russia smiled, looking down at him, "You'll change your mind."

Prussia gasped as Russia grabbed his damaged arm, dragging him towards the door to the staircase.

"Bring Latvia," Russia snapped to Lithuania, who ran towards the little country's door.

No… no no no no no… Prussia struggled against Russia's grip as the door to the staircase was opened. Russia kicked him down the stairs. He groaned, rolling onto his side, his whole body aching. He looked down at his arms, they were soaking with blood, bruises already starting to show through his skin. His back stung, and he could feel blood starting to run down it. He gasped, struggling weakly as Russia grabbed his hair again, dragging him towards the black door. He kicked at Russia, knowing it wouldn't do any good. Russia pulled him into the room, kicking him towards the wall. He stood slowly, ready to fight back.

Russia sighed, pulling out his pipe. He swung at Prussia's legs.

Prussia managed to jump back in time, dodging the hit. He didn't avoid the next strike. It sent him to the ground, his leg bleeding through the sweatpants now. He looked up at Russia, who grabbed his hair again and dragged him to the wall. He struggled as his arms were bound behind his back. Russia tied his arms to a ring in the wall behind him, forcing him to kneel leaning forward. Russia knelt in front of him, pulling his chin up so he could look at his face.

"Now. You're going to stay here. And watch what happens when people disobey me."

Prussia's breathing grew heavier, and he could feel the blood soaking through the tee-shirt on his arm and dripping onto his legs. He struggled, trying to break free of the ropes. He looked to the door with a start as it opened. Lithuania and Latvia walked in, both of them were trembling, but Latvia was crying. Prussia glanced up at them, then away. He couldn't look at Latvia's face. Lithuania, he saw, was angry. He looked up again, watching as Russia grabbed Latvia's arm.

"Do you still need me, Mr. Russia?" Lithuania's voice was quiet, careful.

"Yes. Yes, you're staying," Russia said as he dragged Latvia to the corner.

Lithuania nodded, closing the door behind him.

Prussia struggled again as Russia took off his coat and scarf, revealing the turtleneck sweater he wore underneath. "Russia…" he whispered.

Russia looked back at him with a sigh, "You can stop this, anytime time you want."

"How?" Prussia whispered again, closing his eyes as Russia tore off Latvia's jacket and shirt, trying the boy, now kneeling, to the wall opposite him.

"Agree to become communist. Realize it's the best thing for you…" Russia went back to his coat, grabbing his pipe. Latvia whimpered, trying to press himself further into the wall, trying to get away. "Acknowledge that you'll never see your brother again, that you belong to me now. And agree that those who try to cross over the wall, deserve to die." Russia sighed, looking down at Latvia, then back at Prussia.

Prussia bit back tears, turning his face away. "I… I can't…" He whispered, closing his eyes.

Latvia screamed.

A/N: *sigh* Gil. You. Idiot. So... what do you all think? Is this going to finally break him? Do you think Liet's going to try and help him, or is he too mad at him?

Russia tried to be diplomatic about things... but sometimes his pipe handles the diplomacy better than his words. *wince*