Still Prussia's POV
The date: August 13th 1961
Chapter 2
Day 1
I opened my eyes. My head…. hurt. I touched it. It was bandaged… I tried to sit up, but it was too fast. I moaned, letting myself fall onto the hard prison bed again. I put my hand to my head and sat up slowly… and took in where I was. It was a small room… more like a prison cell. No windows. One door. Total darkness. The door however, was open. I could only assume that meant I was allowed to exit. I did. The hallway was long, long enough so I couldn't see the light from it in my room. The only light back there was a small lamp on the small table. I walked though the door at the end of the hall which led to outside. I froze… no…
Towering above me was a concrete wall. Barbed wire covered the top, barring my from my brother. I ran up to the wall and slammed my fists against it. "GERMANY!" I screamed for him. No answer… I kept pounding on the wall even though I knew it wouldn't do any good. "GERMANY! GERMANY! BRUDER! BRUDER!" I screamed, sobbing. My fists beat against the concrete again and again until blood dripped down the wall and my hands were broken. I screamed his name until my voice was too horse to scream anymore… then I fell to my knees, huddled against the wall… and sobbed.
I must have sobbed myself to sleep because when I woke up I was back in my 'room'. I was alone again. I looked down at my hands. They'd been cleaned and bandaged. I was wearing fresh white clothes. I looked over at the small table. There was a mug and a note by it. I could smell the warm tea in the mug…
For your voice
the note said simply.
I bit my lip. Who was this from? For all I knew the tea could be drugged, but I was thirsty and my throat burned. I drank it… and it did feel good on my voice. I sighed. I took the mug in my hands and sat back down on my bed. My hands hurt like hell, and my headache was even worse. Crying and screaming hadn't been very helpful. I'd known Russia would keep me separated from West… but a wall… a giant unbreathable concrete wall… that I hadn't expected. He couldn't even hear me over it… I threw the mug against the walls of my prison, also concrete. It broke. In my mind it almost looked like it fell to the ground in slow motion, shattering into a million pieces. I curled up into a little ball on my bed and sobbed myself to sleep again…
When I woke up the next morning the bandages on my hands had been changed and my breakfast was on the table. How had I managed to sleep through all the noise that must have made? I shrugged and walked up to my breakfast. Oatmeal and milk… not the best, but not the worst. I tasted the oatmeal. It had honey added to it. That I liked. I finished it and drank the milk. The door was still open so I went outside again, trying not to look at that horrible wall… I tried to run to the other side of it… but a guard found me.
"Hey there." I smirked. "Just looking around. You know you could really do with some decorating on that wall of yours… got any spray paint?" I smirked, trying to cover how terrified I really was. It didn't work. I got the butt of his gun shoved in my face sending me sprawling to the ground. "Hey!" I snapped. I tried to get up but he hit me again. I scrambled out of the way, taking a few step back. He didn't follow me, but aimed his gun in my direction. I got out of there as fast as I could. I ran the other way, but only met another guard. This one didn't bother with hitting me and went straight to aiming his gun at my chest. I knew he couldn't kill me, it's hard to kill a country, but that bullet would hurt.
"Dude chill out!" I put my hands up and winced. "Why are you guys all so touchy?" I bit my lip.
"Stay away from the wall." The guard snapped simply.
I looked over at it again, other guards were starting to lay mines all along it with more barbed wire… crap…
I focused back on the guard. "Ok ok I'll stay away. Now enough with the gu-" I couldn't finish because he flipped his gun and hit my face with the back end. I was on the ground again instantly. "Ow…" I winced. I looked around for someone to help me before this guy beat me to a blood pulp. No such luck. He kept pounding me with the butt of that gun. I coughed blood onto the pavement… I blinked, my eyes widening. That wasn't good. I looked back up at him, putting my arms over my head to try and guard my face, so he hit my chest again. I heard rips crack. He kicked me again. "Get out of here you piece of-" I was crying to hard to hear what he called, but it was obvious enough… I managed to drag myself a few feet away from him until I passed out.
I winced, opening my eyes. My body was bandaged, but aching in pain. I looked over at the table. I saw a glass of water. I moaned, managing to get to my feet and walked over to it. There was another note, and two small white pills beside the water.
Sorry about the guards. I'll try to keep them under control next time. The pills are for the pain.
I rolled my eyes. I took the pills anyway. Even if they were some kind of strange drug it would probably help with the pain right? I shrugged. I didn't really care if they did or not, but they actually did. It wasn't too long before I started to feel a little better. I stayed in my room this time, just thinking. I have no idea how long I sat there on my bed… but it was a few hours at least.
Then he walked in. Russia. I pressed myself into the corner. Why was he here? I winced. What was he going to do to me?
"Privet German Democratic Republic." he nodded to me. I nodded back, trembling. "Welcome to hell."