Hello Minna-san! :] Thanks for all the reviews, it made me very happy inside. Only one person actually guessed what was Russia's gift. Good job Canadaruxs101! It was *drum roll*… a stuffed animal! A Bunny, to be more precise.
Hahaha. Got you all there. Gotta admit, you all thought it was some kinky sex toy ;)
Anyways, you'll get to see the bunny later in the story. It'll actually have some importance. Still searching for a name, so I'll do a little contest:
Whoever finds the most fitting name for the bunny will win a preview of the next chapter. (Is this some sort of way to get more reviews? Who knows ;) )
''Speaking''
'Thinking'
Song lyrics or emphasis
Disclaimer: I didn't own Hetalia in the Prologue. I didn't own it in chapter one. What the heck makes you think I suddenly own it?
NOTE: Sorry for the dialogues in chapter one, I'll change it… Someday.
Remember, Please!
Chapter 2: A day in the life
"Ah! Russia-sama! Put me down~ I'm dizzy…"
Toris looked at the ceiling, frowning. He really couldn't blame Gilbert for liking Russia, since he didn't remember anything. In a way, it was almost cute, the way he relied on Ivan. But the character change Gil went through, that was weird.
He always knew Prussia to be kind of violent, arrogant and egoist. How could a memory wipe change someone that much?
Elle était distante
(She was distant)
Un peu arrogante
(A little arrogant)
On la trouvait snob
(They found her snobbish)
Et condescendante
(and condescending)
Sure, Gil was still Gil, sprouting the word awesome as much as he could, and he still liked cute thing (it was a fact, everyone knew about Gilbird).
Toujours à l'écart
(Always appart)
Survolant les gens
(Looking at people)
Du haut du regard
(above them)
Froide et sans égard
(cold and without regard)
Where was the bloodlust? The arrogance?
Mais sa suffisance
(But her self-importance)
était que défense
(was only defense)
Et un truc pour sauver les apparences
(a trick to save face)
Was the Gilbert they all knew real? Or was it only a mask, forged by the horrors of war that painted in blood red Prussia's history?
Lithuania shook his head. It would do no good to question what he knew about Prussia now. Because that Prussia didn't exist anymore.
"Pretty bunny… You won't abandon me, da?" Russia's voice came from upstairs.
"Of course not! Why would I?"
Toris sighed and turned to Latvia, who for once, wasn't shaking in his boots, but actually humming a song while drying the plates from the supper they just ate.
"This is not right."
"What is?"
"Prussia. With Russia. We should warn him… Just… Do something!"
"But… Why? Prussia's actually happy and Russia… isn't so mean anymore. He didn't even try to punish me for weeks!"
"I know. But I can't just… do nothing."
"Why not? It's not like Prussia will believe you if you tell him that Russia's a big bully." Added Estonia.
"I still don't think it's right." Murmured Toris.
L'image que l'on donne
(The image we give off)
N'est pas toujours la bonne
(Is not always the true/good one)
In that moment, he resolved to tell Prussia the truth. After all, his conscience would not let him do anything else.
Volent, volent, les hirondelles
(Fly, Fly, Swallows)
Même les beaux plumages
(Even prettiest feathers)
Peuvent être une cage
(Can be a cage)
The only question remaining was: how would he get Prussia to believe him?
Russia was happy. He had a day off, and his little Gilbert all to himself. He sighed contentedly and tightened is hold on the dozing Prussia in his arms.
" Did I please you?" Red, tired eyes looked into his own. Ivan smiled and kissed the top of his nose.
"Of course! Gil-chan was perfect. Why even ask?"
Prussia smiled.
"Was I awesome? I hope so… I want Russia-sama to be pleased." And he fell asleep.
Russia sighed contentedly once again.
This day was perfect… Not even one attack. He caressed Gilbert's white hair softly.
Maybe he could send a letter to Germany. Tell his Brother was perfectly happy where he was. Watch as he crumbled his silly little hope that Gilbert wanted to go home. His little bunny's home wasn't in West Germany anymore. It was with him. Maybe he could send a picture to prove this fact?
He looked at the slumbering Prussia once again.
It could wait.
With a smile on his face, Russia covered their naked bodies with the covers of the bed. They still had all afternoon for next round.
Prussia woke up screaming.
Russia sighed. He shouldn't have talked so soon. It was so rare these days that Gilbert didn't have an attack. He rubbed his shoulder softly, as if afraid he would break.
"Shhhh, it's okay little one… I'm here."
Sobs racked through Prussia's body.
"It hurts… Why does it hurt? Why are they leaving?"
Russia avoided looking in pained red eyes and brought Gilbert closer to him.
"It's because they want to get away from me. From you. They want to go to Germany."
"Why? Why do they want to get away from you, when you take care of us? Who is Germany?"
"The one on the other side of the wall."
Understanding passed through crimson eyes.
"The bad one you protect me from? Why would they want to go there?"
His voice was fading. He was becoming weaker by the second.
"Shhh. Don't talk, da. Keep your strength."
The only answer that passed through Prussia's lips was blood.
Russia's eyes hardened as he held close Gilbert's now limp body. It was time to write to Germany.
Time to tell him he was killing his brother.
And he would certainly not stand by and watch as it happened.
After all, Prussia was his.
Volent, Volent, les hirondelles
(Fly, Fly, Swallows)
Elles sont épuisées
(They're exhausted)
Elles piquent du nez…
(they're going into a nose dive)
BAM! Teehee~ Hope you liked it. We're starting to see the manipulations of Russia. And what's this? Prussia's in pain? Do you understand why?
The song I used in this chapter is Les Hirondelles (les coyboys fringants). I thought it kinda represented Gilbo. Kudos to anyone who can guess in what language it is. (It's pretty easy).
Don't forget to suggest a name for the bunny! And review too! :]
Suggestions for next chapter are welcomed. I'll see if I can include them.
R&R
Cerma-chan
