Prussia's not doing so well...

Chapter 6:

Moonlight

I woke up in the middle of the night. Somehow I couldn't fall back asleep. I have no idea how long I just laid there awake… wishing I had a window in my cell. I sighed, then looked at the door. It hadn't been locked. I didn't know if that was a mistake or on purpose, but I walked out of the door and into the street beside it. I looked up at that wall… that horrible, towering wall…Barbed wire was on the top, and around the base of it. It looked threatening, terrifying… but I'd begun to be used to the sight. Just knowing that it was becoming normal to me made me sick… but at least it was something constant here. I bit my lip. That wall… was becoming… comforting? No… I tried to shake that thought out of my head… that? That horrible wall? Comforting? But it was. Everything around me changed every day. Russia went from cruel to almost kind, and back again randomly. Latvia was either clingy, or avoiding me. Estonia never talked to me, going from slightly proud to fearful and back, Lithuania seemed to go between terrified of Russia and his little pet who'd do anything he asked… nothing ever stayed the same… except that wall… always there. Always towering, looming above everything. There was new graffiti on it almost every day, the amount of barbed wire changed, but the wall itself, the great concert slab, never changed. I made my way through the barbed wire so I could walk right up to it… I touched it. It was cold in the night air. I traced my fingers along one of the seams. Unbreachable. I sighed.

"Bruder… can you hear me?" I bit my lip. I knew he couldn't. "I… I want to come home… but… but I don't know how… I'll be back someday… I know I will…" I bit my lip harder, I couldn't cry… I wouldn't cry. "Are you taking good care of Gilbird for me? He doesn't like you as much as he likes me, but I bet you're getting along well enough. How's Italy? Still a little pasta brain or has he grown up any?" I stopped trying not to cry. "You know… everyone else better be treating you right or… or when I get home I'll give them a… a good dose of their own medicine so awesome they'll be nice to you forever… Have you seen Austria of Hungary lately? How are they doing? Do they miss me? I kinda miss them… I… don't tell them I said that. Hungary would never let me forget it, neither would Austria… Does he still play his violin as often as he used to? How about his piano? Still sound as good? Don't tell him this, but I actually did like listening to him play… Do you still talk to Japan? Has he ever warmed up to Italy's hugs or does he still not get it? I liked Italy's hugs you know… it was so cute… It's starting to get cold here… I hope you're keeping warm… Italy too. Don't let him go play in the snow without a coat on when it comes like last year… remember how it took us almost two hours to warm him up again? That was a lot of hot coco…" I smiled through my tears, laughing a little. "I know it's only been three months… but it feels like years already…how about for you?" I sighed. "They said it might snow tomorrow. Russia seems happy about that. I guess snow is pretty familiar to him. You know he's not as bad as I thought. I don't like him, but he's not as evil as I expected him to be… he's a lot nicer slightly drunk than sober though… He's not going to celebrate Christmas… but I am. I know you will too… make sure you get everyone something really awesome ok? Especially Gilbird. He kinda needs a new house. You'll remember that right?" I bit my lip again, crying almost too hard to talk. "I never got to take my picture of Old Fritz with me…you're keeping it really safe and special right? If I come home and it's gone… naw… I know you'll keep it safe… you're keeping yourself safe too right? I hope you are… I really miss you bruder… I… I really really miss you…" I fell to my knees in front of the wall, sobbing, one hand on my face, the other on the wall as I leaned against it… "Italy… you'd better be taking really good care of mien bruder… ok…?" I sobbed. "You too Gilbird…" I sobbed and sobbed. "Tell France and Spain I miss them too ok?" I sobbed. My friends… my family… I wanted them all so much… I missed them. I missed them so much… I leaned my head against the wall, still sobbing. "Ich leibe dich bruder… Ich leibe dich…" I couldn't say anymore, I was already choking on tears.

Once I had no more tears to cry I looked up at the moon. It never changed either. Every night, or almost every night, it would be there in the sky… It was full tonight. Everything around me seemed to glow in a blue light… I looked around… this was supposed to be my home… but everything around me was changed. Everything slightly warped by Russia's presence here… And I hated it. I hated it, hated it, hated it!

I stood up, slamming my fist on the wall. "RUSSIA!" I snarled. I didn't know or care if he could hear me. "I HATE YOU!" I was crying again.

Then I saw Russia walk towards me. So he'd heard me? Crap… I bit my lip. Now I was in for it. I thought about running, but that wouldn't do any good. I bit my lip hard as he walked up to me…

"Da. I know." He said simply.

"Y… b… y… of… of course you know!" I spat back.

"Da."

I shuddered, almost waiting for him to hit my in the face with that pipe… "Well…? What are you going to do to me?" I asked after what seemed like hours.

He smiled. That creepy innocent, childlike smile. "Nothing." He said simply.

"N…nothing?" That scared me more than if he'd explained some torture… "W…why not?"

"Do you want me to punish you?"

"Nein!"

"I didn't think so." He smiled. "You didn't do anything wrong. Of course you haven't learned to like me yet. But you will. Everyone does eventually."

"Well I won't!" I snapped.

"Da. You will." he smiled simply.

I shivered. That smile… that horrible creepy smile. I'd grown to hate it… it scared me. Every time he smiled like that I knew there was some horrible thought going on in his twisted mind…"I… let me go!"

"I'm not touching you."

"I…" I looked down. No he wasn't touching me. "I hate you."

"You said that already."

"I won't ever like you! I just want to go home! I want to see West again!"

"You were the one who decided to come here GDR." He smiled again.

I froze. He was right. It wasn't something I'd ever forgotten.

"Or would you rather it was both of you here? You could see him then. I could arrange that perhaps?"

I looked down at my bandaged hands, and I could feel the cloth around most of my body where he'd hurt me… "Nein…" I sighed. "Nein I don't want that…"

"I didn't think so." He smiled. "It's ok GDR, no one likes me at first. You will learn."

"No I won't!"

"Da. Da you will."

"No I won't!"

Russia only smirked. "You will, in time."

"Nein!" I snarled.

He said nothing, only grabbed my wrist.

I struggled, but his grip was like iron. He was even stronger than he looked… "Let me go!" I tried to wrench my arm free.

"Nyet." He said simply, pulling me back into my cell.

"At least let me have a window!" I pulled my arm free once we were inside.

"I can arrange that, when you learn to behave yourself."

I sighed. That could be a while… "Go…" I snapped.

He said nothing, only left, but I heard him lock the door behind him. I fell on my bed, with a heavy sigh. I just wanted to go home… I couldn't take this anymore… I just wanted to go home…