Howdy wonderful readers! We didn't make you wait three whole months again for an update! See! I promised it wouldn't happen again! And I think this chapter will make up for that hiatus trifold. Wanna know why? Well because this special chapter 11 is freaking TWENTY-SEVEN pages without me and Go-chan's additional comments. Wanna know how many words that is? A LOT. So, I have no problem rambling here, like I usually do, because no amount of rambling from me can trick you into thinking this chapter is longer than it really is. Cause it is mammoth. FIRST! So first topic to address, guess who got her Prussia wig! =D That's right, ME! I can't wait for AFO in August~ I'm gonna be Teutonic Prussia bitches! It shall be amazing. Anyone live in Florida and going to AFO? SECOND! Next issue, shameless personal endorsement. That's right xD If you go to our profile you'll notice that we've finally put stuff up about ourselves, including links to other profiles and stuff. I say you guys should go to my personal ff(dot)net and read my Vocaloid/Hetalia crossover based on the Servant of Evil and other Vocaloid songs ;D *has only gotten two comments on the latest chapter ;_;* THIRD~! Congrats to PRUSSIAisAWESOME, she won the oneshot for being the 100th reviewer ;D Keep an eye out for that all! FOURTH! Go-chan wants to have a Q&A chapter for Gil and Luddy for the 13th chapter just because. So start either including your questions in your reviews or pming them to us! FIFTH! =O Um... Oh yeah! I'm going through a crapload of music my dad dumped onto my computer and came across a song called Along Again. The artist's name is Gilbert. I find that amusing and had to share xD Okay! Rambling done! If you love me, you read it all! =D Now! Read, cry, and review! *coughwe'*
Chapter Eleven: Prisoner of War
It was a small room, barely worth being called a conference room. Seven nations filled its space and the heavy weight of tension hung in the air over them. Four weary nations, plus a chipper fifth, sat at a semi-circle table facing two battered men, hand cuffed and without the luxury of a chair. It was judgment day for the Germans, and both of them were nervous of the outcome.
Germany held himself with as much grace as he could, kneeling on the ground with his wrists hand-cuffed together behind his back. He had accepted his loss and the possible repercussions before this meeting, so his stern blue eyes looked upon the Allies only with impatience for his punishment. Over one cheek was taped a square of gauze, bruising still visible beneath it. Both his jacket and the shirt beneath had been cut down at the collar, allowing the sight of the wrapping across his chest. Blood stained his uniform in a number of places, as did mud.
Prussia, on the other hand, sat with his legs crossed and cuffed hands in his lap, glaring furiously at the men sitting at the table. Bandages wrapped around his head, covering his forehead and making his hair stick up even more than usual. The right sleeve of his dirty and bloody uniform was cut off so his arm could be bandaged and held in a sling. Every worn fiber in his body screamed of defiance and he was determined to fight any and all decisions made by the Allies. He had never been a good loser.
"So as we all know," America said, starting the meeting with his words. Even the boisterous blond lacked the energy to express pleasure of winning the war. He was able, however, to stare at the Germans on the floor with disgust. "We're here to deliver the final punishment for these genocidal, psychotic Nazi bas-"
"Alfred, can you please be professional?" England groaned.
Rolling his eyes, America sighed. "Fiiine, but it's true."
"Oh shut up. As if your precious Allies is so great," Prussia snarled. "That bastard Ivan killed the most people out of us!"
"Da, but this isn't about me, is it little one?" Russia asked with an innocent smile and the tilt of his head.
"Anyways!" Alfred yelled, bringing attention back to him. "We're here to deliver the final punishment for Germany and Prussia, known to us as Ludwig and Gilbert. Starting with Germany, you-"
"Oh comrade," Russia said giddily. "Could we start with the little glaring one?"
Alfred sighed and looked to Prussia with a trace of pity in his eyes. "I suppose we could... Gilbert," he paused as if the news he had was difficult to deliver. With yet another sigh he said rather hurriedly, "Half of the German lands that have names I can't pronounce are going under Russian control, meaning you are going with Ivan back to Russia."
"What?" Prussia shrieked, struggling to pull his battered body into a standing position. "That's fucking crazy! Dammit, Francis how could you let them decide on that!" To this accusation the blond Frenchman looked away guiltily, but remained silent. "I'm not going with that bastard! Why the fuck should I? I'm sure not leaving West! Fuck! I refuse!"
Next to his brothers shouting Germany remained calm, though even for him this was a hard feat. He had to bite back the lump of fear in his throat and the string of curses. It had to be bit back continuously, so he spoke through gritted teeth with his gaze never leaving his and his brothers judges. "The nation doesn't have to live with the other when it's under control. America didn't live with England when he was a colony."
"America is also across the ocean from England. Russia and parts of Germany are in direct contact with each other," England returned, gaze hard despite his reprimanding of America prior. He wasn't about to forget the bombings of his home at the hands of these two.
Inwardly Germany was scrambling for more reasons to fight this. Not emotionally, there was no way they would take them. No, logically. "You've already disbanded him as a nation, and even one of my states. What is the point? They're my lands." As much as that tasted foul coming out of his mouth, it was all he could come up with now.
Surprisingly, it was China who responded. "But lands under the control of Russia, aru. It is painful being separate from family, but perhaps this is just a part of your punishment, aru. I am truly sorry it turned out this way though."
"I don't want your fucking sympathy! Dammit you guys cannot hand me over to," Prussia turned his attention to Russia is a cold glare as he spat out the last word of his sentence. "Him."
The him he was referring to simply kept up his childlike smile. It even grew beneath the fierce look. "I have other pets that I take care of, da? I have… experience with keeping them," Russia spoke in a coo.
Ludwig couldn't help the scowl that appeared in his countenance at this. That sick bastard, the look in his eyes was revolting. A wolf eyeing its prized rabbit dinner. That's all this was. The victors dividing their spoils. But really, what kind of spoils were they? A war torn country that before the time of it's now destroyed government had been even more pathetic. Its people drained of their life in their paying for what they had done in the first World War.
"You can't do this." What else could Ludwig say? They were throwing everything back at him, everything. But he just couldn't let his brother be taken from him, and especially not to a madman such as Ivan.
"We can are we are, Ludwig," Alfred said with a stone cold gaze. "This isn't up for debate. This is an informative meeting, not a trial. It has already been decided and finalized. Say goodbye to your brother Gilbert."
All rational thought was gone from Prussia's mind. He wanted to strangle that cocky bastard nation, acting all high and mighty when he was the youngest of all of them. They couldn't do this, fuck it all! Just as he was contemplating the best way to attack America, China once again spoke up.
"Don't pass up this chance, aru."
Reason tickled the back of Prussia's mind, bringing a sigh from the former nation, former conqueror, and former kingdom. He wasn't about to become a former brother and he wasn't sure when he would be able to see his West again once under Russia's roof. Untangling his legs, Prussia stood on his knees and moved in front of his brother. He lifted his cuffed wrists, ignoring the pain shooting up from his injured limb, and placed them over Germany's head so he could awkwardly hug his neck.
Taking a deep inhale of his brother's smell, Prussia lifted his head to touch their foreheads together, a pained smile forced onto his face. "Hey West, don't worry about me. They can't keep up separated forever, I'll cope with that bastard. So don't worry like I know you will! Got it? No worrying!"
All through this meeting Ludwig had kept his stern, furrowed browed gaze. As humiliating as this was, sitting on his knees before the enemies he had been fighting for the past six years as they informed him of the hopelessness that was the truth of Gilbert's being taken away by a sadistic man, he had his pride. But now, with his brother sitting before him with that smile… Telling him goodbye for who knows how long. Ludwig faltered. Here he fell. While his brows were still knitted together they twitched, lessened, as did the tightness in his jaw. "Bruder, bitte." It was both a command and a plea. What was he asking him to do? What could Prussia do at this point? Nothing. He could do nothing. And this crushing truth nearly broke Germany then and there. This was the man that found his small battered body when he was left with no memory of his life. Who had raised him as his brother and taken care of him for so many years, made him the man he was now. And he was being ripped away from him. "Bitte."
A strained laugh came from Prussia was he nuzzled his little brother. This just wasn't fair, but at this point he really didn't want to complain. He had to act content for Germany, else he would worry even more than he already was. Tears pricked red eyes as Prussia bent his head down to nuzzle into his sturdy neck. They were going to have to pry him off of Germany at this point. "I'll call you everyday, okay? And it's not like they banned us from visiting each other! I just hope you don't end up having to stick with America or something. You might have to kill him. Though I won't blame you one bit. Make sure you actually go out and socialize though! I don't want you holing yourself in your office and-"
"Time's up!" A much too cheery voice chimed from behind them. In their moments of parting Ivan had come around the table of which the others all had sat. And now, reaching them, he wrapped an arm around the middle of the teary albino to pull him straight up and unhook his arms from his brother before slinging him onto his shoulder. "That was enough time for goodbyes, da?" Speaking to no one in these words, he advanced towards the door carrying his load. The smile on his face was that of both a child walking from the candy store with good finds and a killer leaving the perfect crime.
"What the fuck? Put me down! You can't do that!" Prussia screeched, kicking and squirming violently, once again ignoring the pain in his arm, in an attempt to make Russia put him down. As they reached the door, Prussia held his hands out for his brother still on the ground. "West!"
But he couldn't do anything. Germany was left with no possible course of action to save his brother from his fate. And he hated himself for it. "Verdammt!" Ludwig cried in anguish. In anger at himself. In anger at the whole damn world. He was a logical man, but there was no logic in this abyss he was falling into. Just raw emotion. "Es tut mir leid… Es tut mir leid," he whispered, making it his mantra as his head fell with the closing of the door and with the separation of Germany.
All other possible exits had been eliminated as options. Through pure trial-and-error, Prussia ticked off all obvious exits to use in escape strategies. This was a more tiring and time consuming process than most would believe, purely because he had to take breaks between each escape attempt to fully heal after his punishment. Of course, if he had just started planning his escape before it got so bad, everything probably would be in favor of him.
The first few days with Russia really weren't that awful. The large man seemed content on treating the newest addition to his household like a pet, as he had called Prussia at the meeting. He made sure Prussia was fed, slept at night, and even went so far as to treat his wounds. But, just as a pet wouldn't be allowed to, Prussia was banned from using the phone. He had to earn the privilege and be a good boy, apparently. So that's what Prussia did, at least tried to do. Sure, he did all the stupid things Russia asked him to do, but with plenty of whining. Whenever an actual conversation started up with anyone in the household the topic always ended up to be about his leaving and getting back with his brother.
How was he supposed to know being a good boy meant also enjoying doing stuff for Russia and enjoying being there with him? It only took those first few days for Russia's warm disposition to go downhill. The smiles he gave Prussia held a dark aura and each order was given with thorns. So what did the albino do? He started talking about Germany more than ever. He also started bugging Russia to use the phone or if Germany had called for him yet. If he already lost his brownie points, what was the point in trying to get them back?
Unfortunately, such reasoning did not work out for Prussia. Instead of breaking down to the incessant badgering as Germany would have, Russia banned the word West and all conversations concerning the blond. To say the least, Prussia was not amused. So, he just ignored the ban and kept talking about his dear brother with the Baltics. What was Russia gonna do? Spank him? Send him to his room?
The initial punishments were rather simple and harmless. Prussia made the mistake of whining about missing West and hating paperwork when doing some stuff for Russia in his office while the man was there. He was ordered to stay in his room without food for two days. That was bearable. But then the creep started stalking Prussia around the house and sending him to his room for longer periods of time every time he caught him talking about Germany with anyone else.
Enough was enough once he had been sent to his room for four days without food or company. Prussia was just fed up at that point. He had been in Russia's house for about a month by that time. That whole month he heard nothing of or from Germany. He mind was crazy with worry of his brother's fate and his stomach was crazy with hunger. So Prussia decided to stop playing it safe. After all, he had yet to see this rumored psychotic abuse that Russia's charges experience while living with him, so Prussia was almost certain he'd be fine even if he were caught.
So the Prussian snuck out of his room in the dead of night on the second day of his isolation. Down to the kitchen he crept, quite pleased with his level of sneakiness. As he raided the fridge and stuffed his face with stuff that looked edible, Prussia searched the kitchen for a phone. His eyes lit up with the first true spark of joy of that whole month when he found it. He dialed the number to Germany's house as fast as he could and dance from foot to foot as he was connected with the line. It rang once, twice, trice. There was a small click and Germany's voice hit Prussia like a breath of fresh air. Tears instantly sprung into his eyes and he was about to inform his brother of who was calling him at such an ungodly hour when Germany's voice disappeared midsentence. Dread filled Prussia's heart as he looked over his shoulder to see Russia wearing a giant smile, phone plug in hand.
That was when the true punishments began. That was when Prussia realized his confidence that perhaps his stay wouldn't be so bad died. That was when Prussia decided he needed to get the fuck out of there.
The following few months were spent devising and executing escape plans, getting the shit beat out of him, healing, and then starting all over again. Despite the pain he went through, Prussia had yet to give up his determination to return home. His escape plans started getting more and more elaborate as he though them out more. But, nothing could change the fact he was out of exits. Russia was always there waiting for him.
But then Prussia got lucky. He found an exit that even Ivan the Terrible knew about. The only person who did was the trembling little Latvia who could barely form a coherent sentence. It was the simplest, but best escaped planned yet!
Prussia had found Latvia cowering in one of the deserted sections of the large house behind a tapestry on the wall. The amazing thing about the boy's hiding spot was what was behind the tapestry. There was a tunnel. It shouldn't have come as such a shock for Prussia. He used to have a giant old house too. Secret hideyholes and secret entrances weren't that much of a shock. But what was truly shocking about this tunnel was that no one knew about it. Latvia was always able to hide here and never be found, meaning, Russia didn't know about it.
"I'll have to send the kid a thank you card or something when I get home," Prussia muttered to himself with a laugh as he crawled through the narrow space. Latvia wasn't exactly sure where the tunnel led, having been too terrified to go and find out, but was pretty sure it led out into the forests surrounding the house.
It sure did feel like a long time was spent crawling, surely that meant he was going a really far distance? Prussia sure did hope he was going far, far, far away from the Soviet mansion, not only because it meant freedom, but also so the pain his was experiencing wouldn't be in vain.
His right knee, just barely heeled from having been shattered, shot pins and needles up his leg each time he put weight on it, which was every other second. His chest hurt, not only from the still healing broken ribs, but also from lack of clean air in the stuffy tunnel. His wrists were also on the list of pains. Each time Russia subjected him to his punishment, Prussia's wrists were bound. Because such events were so frequent, the nerves in his wrists were damaged to the point he had trouble keeping himself upright by crawling on his hands. When it became too painful, he switched to using his forearm, but that only succeeding in making his back sore. To say the last, he was grateful that Ivan hadn't fucked up his feet or legs lately, which were the only parts of him that kept him moving. Fuck he hated that bastard…
He wasn't sure how long he was in the small, dark space, but it felt like hours. When a whiff of fresh air and the hint of a breeze hit him, Prussia felt a surge of energy and hastened his pace. This was what freedom smelled like! Freedom was really bright. And fuck it was cold!
Prussia wiggled out of the snow encased exit of the tunnel and shivered. This was the first time he succeeded in getting outside and he wasn't ever allowed of the house, so the Prussian hadn't really thought about the weather when planning his escape. The clearing was covered in snow and Prussia was only in a light jacket. He also had to get used to the natural sunlight, not having been in it for months on end. "Fuck it's cold," he said with a laugh. What did it matter? He was FREE!
But he was sadly, sadly mistaken. The crushing truth came with the crushing force to the back of his skull as Gilbert's face was slammed down into the snow with all the power of Soviet Russia. Giddy, maniacal laughter came from behind him in a gust of cold breath on the back of his neck. Ivan was always cold. "Little one," the giant murmured as he crouched down beside Prussia with his hand still pushing him down into the snow, "don't use escape routes that take you away for so long. It gives me time to learn about them, da?" And time to find, 'ask,' and punish the now battered Latvia. "I had been wondering where little Latvi was going when I didn't seem him for hours. I should thank you for finding his hiding spot, da? Without little Kaliningrad I would never have learned about it."
Prussia was unable to respond with his face buried in the snow. The powdery substance was jammed into his mouth and was suffocating him. Small whimpers came from the albino as he squirmed, numbed pain stabbing him from every direction. He was fairly certain there were cuts on his face now from the snow, but wasn't able to fully tell because of how frozen he was. More whines came louder as he weakly struggled to lift his head and breath.
"Hmm? What?" Gloved fingers buried themselves in the messy silver hair so he could use the strands in tugging up the nations head. "You have made me quite angry, you know. Pets shouldn't try to leave their masters."
Whines grew even louder as his hair pulled at his scalp. He placed his hands onto the ground to try lessen the force pulling against his scalp. "I'm sorry!" He gasped, biting back the tears that were threatening to form. "I miss West so much! I want to see West!"
Hardly a moment did Ivan mull over this, his expression thoughtful. Then it turned into aloud thoughts. "But he has yet to try and contact you, da? Maybe he doesn't miss the little one. There have been no calls or letters coming from him." A shrug now, action applying a harder tug to his hair, eliciting a yelp from his captive. "He doesn't want to see you. Do not push your luck." There was no mind paid to his whines, of course.
There was a lump forming in Prussia's throat as he desperately pushed back tears. It wasn't true, it was not true. "You're lying!" He whimpered, reaching his hands up to his head to try to get Russia to let go. "West loves me! You're just stopping him from contacting me like how you're not letting me contact him!"
Laughter belted out of Ivan's frame at the smaller mans attempts. His defiance was almost cute. It was beginning to get a bit tiresome, though. He best break him just like he did everyone else. Ivan couldn't remember, was Liet the hardest out of all of them? Even now little Gilbert was winning the most naughty pet award. "West loves you? Really? I cannot see why you would think this. He has taken everything from you, da? Gilbert is no longer a country, or even a state of Germany's. This was all at his hands, da? Germany is enjoying the freedom that you don't have." Sickly innocent smile.
He didn't want to hear this. He didn't want to hear those words that clutched at his heart and plagued his mind at the darkest of times. More than anything he wanted to defend West. He wanted to defend his precious little brother who only wanted to make his life better no matter what the cost… But that would only make Russia continue talking bad about West… "Yeah, whatever," Prussia mumbled, finally just falling limp in the Russian's hold, his scalp having fallen numb from the cold. "Just punish me already so I can get out of this fucking snow."
"Mmm, little one is being awful defiant even now. I should fix that, da?" It took nearly no thought at all to decide to wait until he had gotten Prussia back to Ivan's house to deliver said penalty. If he did it there in the snow infection could set in, even frostbite. That would be too troublesome to deal with, even for him. Not to mention if he had his fun in his large home with its wonderful acoustics he could instill a good dosage of fear in his other pets. There was never enough fright in someone, you could always give them more. This concept was tossed in his brain giddily as he carried Prussia back on his shoulder like he did the day he had taken him. Because really, that's all he was to Ivan. A cute little ragdoll that could talk and make him happy.
The bed of Gilbert's room gave a faint noise as a body was tossed onto it. Though it was not the entirety of the body's weight, for its hands were held up in the air. Ivan so loved to keep his toys bound when he played with them. This time he tied both of the pale, bruised wrists together and then to a bedpost. None too gently, as usual, though he forever held his grin. "Now then~ The little one must be taught his lesson, da? The punishment must fit the crime, da, but it should also keep the crime from happening again."
And as such, Ivan felt the need to keep Gilbert from escaping, if at least for a while. Obviously locking him up with little food was not enough. This way he wouldn't even have to lock the door, probably. A laugh escaped his lips at this. "Won't you scream, pet?" Before the victim had much time to react the assailant took one leg between his hands at the calf. With his thumbs pressing into the skin, Ivan applied a sudden pressure and pushing motion with one, and a pulling with the other. A satisfactory giggle at the sound of breaking bone.
Just as requested, a gut wrenching scream tore through Prussia's throat as tears instantly started falling down his cheeks. The pain was red hot and seared through his blood, finally erupting in his mind, making his vision go dark. He wailed pitifully as he tried to pull his body away from Russia. "Bastard," he growled through his hoarse sobs.
When he pulled his hands away Ivan was even happier to find there was no blood. This presented a challenge. He would just have to make the second one bleed, wouldn't he? "Little one isn't being kind to his master. Respect must still be taught." From his coat Russia produced his beloved waterpipe. Only with it in hand did his smirk gain that mad tint to it, that faint twitch in its corner. And as it did so he rose the cold metal above his head, grasping the end so the spigot was aimed at its target. Then he brought it down upon it. Once, twice. Never did he hit the exact same spot. Three times. No, but they were around the same area. Four times. Each hit caused fractures, at least. Five times. But finally the bone gave beneath the blows. Six times. Just for good measure.
So great was the pain from the assault on his leg, Prussia wasn't even able to scream. He could only gasp, squeak, and sob as the pain stole all thought from his mind. "I'm sorry," he wailed, eyes squeezed shut from the pain and so he could not see his mangled legs. "Tut mir leid. Tut mir leid. Oh Gott, tut mir leid."
Had something in him wanted his victim to fight back more? That would have given him an excuse to break more limbs, maybe even deliver a wound to the face. But he gave in. "You are forgiven." Like a sick guardian angel Ivan planted a sweet kiss on his charges forehead. "Liet or someone will take care of you sometime." As he walked out Ivan brought up his favorite weapon to see the blood coating the spigot, having torn through Prussia's pants eventually to receive some of the crimson liquid. Russia brought up the metal to lick at the reddened surface much like a kid would an ice cream cone. He continued out, not even bothering to close the door behind him.
The second the Russian was gone, Prussia scowled through his racking sobs. It said something when his hatred for the giant was stronger than the pain his felt everywhere. Sniffling, Prussia tried to pull himself closer to the bedpost where his hands were tied to relieve some of the tension around his sore wrists, but the action only brought more pain from his legs as they were jarred. "Fucking bastard," he hissed, gnawing on his bottom lip ferociously to try to zone out of the worse pain. With a shaky sigh, he mumbled to himself, "I'm going to die here…"
It had only taken a year, just a year for the prideful and defiant Prussia to lose his spark of life. After the recovery from his broken legs, he only attempted a few more half-hearted escapes before giving up. The dark thoughts in his mind had won over thanks to Russia's assurance they were true. West didn't really love him. West didn't care what happened to him… It all didn't matter.
So the escape attempts stopped and a body that looked like the former kingdom of Prussia wandered around the house performing his assigned tasks without a fight. Russia lost interest in such an easy toy and essentially left Prussia alone to his own devices. Most days Prussia just lay there in his bed, staring at the ceiling as he reminisced over the old days. There were many years under his belt, so this past time never grew old.
If he ever felt doing something not completely pointless, Prussia found himself in the library. He had never been much of a reader, he had been a warrior after all, but with such a lack of activities in the cold mansion, reading adventure books was as close as he could get to action. It was here, in the library, that Prussia found himself this particular day.
It was a moderately warm summer day, so many windows were open to spread the rare summer weather throughout the house. Although he had yet to be allowed to go outside, the nice weather had put the Prussian in a do something mood. Determined to find a book about himself, he searched through the vast bookshelves.
Halfway through his search, Russia's plush reading chair and surrounding area caught Prussia's attention. Not really thinking about what he was doing, the albino wandered over to the cushiony furniture and sat down, a ghost of a smile on his lips at how comfortable it was. It was in the chair that something else caught his eye.
There was a waste bin slightly obstructed by the coffee table next to the chair. The only items inside were small pieces of a torn paper. Curiously, Prussia reached out and pulled the small bin into his lap. He took a large section of the paper to inspect it. There was handwriting, so he could only assume it was a letter. But something seemed familiar about this piece of paper, which was odd because he had never seen it before in his life.
But he had seen the handwriting.
Prussia's heart was racing before he could kneel onto the floor and pour the pieces of the letter onto the floor. With shaking hands, he swiftly pieced the letter together so he could read the message it contained.
'Liebe Bruder,
At this point I feel like I'm writing only for the purpose of doing it. You haven't replied to the others. I can only assume you're too busy. These days I myself am constantly active as well. While I don't mind England as much, the visitations of France and America are near the bane of my very existence. Despite your words I am often in my office for the entirety of the day. The only times I manage to get out is when Italia or even Japan get me out of the house. I recently learned that gelato has a higher sugar content than its cousin. Does that explain Italia's antics? This is very likely.
Verdammt, America is here yet again. I can't decide who is worse, he or France. I suppose it would have to be the latter. Because he was your friend and still did all of this.
LG. Ich liebe duch, Bruder.'
An uncontrollable rage filled every pore of the Prussian body as he jumped to his feet. His red eyes held a dangerous tint as he stormed out of the library and up to Russia's office. How could he have been so stupid? Oh course West still loved him! How could be believe that bastard over the brother he held dear in his heart? Heads were going to fucking roll!
"YOU MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD!" Prussia shrieked upon kicking the office door open. His cheeks were red with fury and his hands were clenched into tight fists. He stomped up to the desk and slammed the pieces of the letter onto the surface. "You are the lowest piece of shit I've ever had the dishonor of knowing! How long were you planning on keeping this from me? How many letters from West have you destroyed? How many calls from West have you ignored? You are the sickest bastard in the entire planet! Just to make me your obedient fucking little pet you went about destroying every attempt West made to contact me! How could you do that to him? He just wants to know how I am! He wants to hear my voice! He's my fucking brother and he misses me! How could you?"
Months earlier Russia may have enjoyed this outburst, this anger. But after having grown so used to the boring and compliant Prussia, the one that was now interrupting his work, he didn't smile as he would have. He hardly even turned up his violet gaze. It stayed on the fuming albino. Well, this Gilbert was more entertaining. A faintly amused smile played on his lips as he looked back to the documents on his desk, fist propped up on the table to have his cheek rested against it. "Anything from home makes pets miss it, da? Homesickness brings attempts at fleeing. Gilbert's failure to do so for so long proves this, da?"
"Yeah well, bastard," he spat viciously. "Ever thought that maybe I'd be more willingly to just live here if I had some freedoms? Maybe if you just showed me a little courtesy and gave me some freedom, I'd be content living here and wouldn't have to fucking flee! If you had just at least let me write letters back to West I'd have been halfway satisfied! West is hurting because of me!"
Prussia paused then strengthened his glare. "No, West is hurting because of you. Of course you wouldn't even understand such a concept though! You're a heartless cold bastard who can't even understand the concept of love! Not surprising the way your fucking nation runs anyway. It's all death, blood, and destruction! How could anything decent come out of all of the shit you call your history?
"Your last pathetic excuse of a tsar was killed off by fucking Bolsheviks because your stupid royalty didn't think to train their kids because old people totally live forever. Might as well throw control of the country to a three year old! That must be where you get your damned idiocy from. Any sane and normal person wouldn't think of suppression and torture as the first option of getting someone to stay with them!
"Oh and let me get started on your precious little Alexi Romanov. Everyone knows how you adored that boy! The sickly little boy with a shining personality. Though I guess that adoration only ran so deep, huh? Cause hey! Your people went off and killed him and his family and took over the government! Ha! Your people killed him and what did you do? Not much. You aren't capable of love! You didn't even give shit about your ruling family! You are a fucking col-"
"Хватит тебе пиздеть." Ivan snarled, harshly pressing Prussia into the wall via the hand over his mouth. The blood beneath his ice cold sin had begun to boil long ago in the insults he had taken. His toy had taken it far enough, there was no smile on his face now. The glare in his eyes held the ferocity of the tundra, and his hand that of the largest country in the world.
Ivan was resolute. Prussia would have to be broken, and hard. There had always been that ability for him to come back from the attacks on his psyche about his brother or his worthlessness. A long wicked sneer broke across his lips. Yes, he knew what kind of punishment was required now. "Я тебя выебу хорошенько." Before the last syllable could leave his lips he had taken a strong hold of messy silver hair so he could use it in dragging its owner over the desk at the back of the room against which he was tossed. In the throw Ivan had relinquished his hold on the tendrils, but once he had moved swiftly back to Gilbert's presences he again held him, this time by taking both wrists into one of his own massive hands to slam them down on the desk over Gilbert's head, utilizing his bulk to press his back against its top.
Russia loomed over him, their chests touching, breath icy as ever. "You will not heal from this so quickly." His extra hand and his head moved in tandem. The first ripped Prussia's pants from their place, the second bent down to trail a tongue along his neck.
"What the fuck?" Prussia screeched, shying his head away from the offending tongue as he brought his knees up into the Russian's body, arms at the same time pressing up against the hold on his wrists, in an attempt to get him off. He couldn't think through the terror coursing through him, so the significance of his pants being taken off was lost at the moment. "What are you doing? Get the fuck off!"
Only for the time needed to deliver of a blow to the cheek of the body squirming beneath him did Ivan's hand leave its legs. Once he was satisfied with the bruising skin his palm again lowered to push down the legs then press his own body flush against the other man's to keep them down. "You asked for this, little one. I am simply being the good master and giving you what you want, da?" From here the long coat parted and the pants were lowered just enough for a forming erection to be seen coming from the Russian's body. "If I cannot know love and kindness, then neither can my pets." With no warning or preparation Ivan penetrated Gilbert as if it were nothing, as if he were fucking an unfeeling doll.
The scream that echoed through the house was an unearthly scream. It was full of terror and pain, but most of all despair. Tears streamed out of wincing red eyes and his breathing was hitched. More than anything he wanted to move, destroy the devil above him, inside him, but movement was physical impossibility for the albino. He felt as if he was split in two, as if someone had lit him on fire. Any and all pain previously known was nothing in comparison to this. "Halt," he whimpered.
Yes, he felt all right. But the delight Ivan felt at his screaming and begging was nothing compared to his still present rage. And so he began a slow, hard rhythm of thrusting into the tightness that was this hole. "You thought the screams from my other pets were from normal punishments?" He breathed into Prussia's ear. The time Gilbert had already spent at Ivan's home he had been saved from the most favorite punishment of the master. It was the Baltics that received it for his more perverse sort of sadistic pleasure. But now, now he had another one to use.
Words couldn't be formed in response as pain blocked all thoughts. The albino hiccup through his sobs and bit down on his lip to hold back anything louder than a whimper. He was not going to give Ivan the enjoyment of hearing him scream… In an attempt to try to lessen the pain in his ass, Prussia spread his legs out more than they already were. "Ich hasse dich," was gasped as another wave of pain shot through him. He hated himself for the action, he hated the slightly twitch in his cock as blood betrayed him and ran south. And he hated Russia.
"Lying is not good, da? You are enjoying this, шлюха." That faint grin through his rising pleasure was on Ivan's face as he bent down to kiss the thin column of Prussian neck with an especially deep and powerful thrust.
"Nein!" Prussia yelled, jerking his head to hit Ivan's which, which was right there.
Only laughter came in response, and the movement of his head. Ivan was there, he was reaching his climax, and continued defiance only stood to bring him upon it. When he pulled himself fully out there was already specks of blood coating his dick. Once he had rammed back in mercilessly he released himself inside of Gilbert.
A scream escaped past Prussia's barrier, louder than before. Black filled the albino's vision as disgust and pain took over. It was all too much and despite his desire to be strong, his body chose the option of escaped. With one last sob, Prussia's body fell limp as he passed out.
The Russian grin was an only mildly pleased one as he pulled himself from the motionless form. As he stepped away it fell to the floor in a heap of limps. Ivan didn't even bother to return the pants to Gilbert. Oh no, he didn't even care to move him. At this point all he did was clean himself up, replace his own clothing, and sit back at his desk. The grin twitched faintly at the sight of the letter pieces on his deck. Ivan almost absentmindedly brushed them off and onto Gilbert's waiting body below.
The year was 1961. It was a busy year for Ivan, thus his absence from home. In April he had successfully gotten a man into space, of course angering the Americans. The month after it was another first in space for him, sending a manmade object past another planet in the form of Venera 1. Another month and he was in Vienna with Khrushchev meeting with the baby faced American president. Good old Nikita was sure to make the man look stupid, especially after the whole Bay of Pigs endeavor. There had been a grin on Russia's face when the separate parts of Germany were brought up. Later that month a damned ballet dancer requests asylum when in Paris, France. It was August now, and he was again away to see off another cosmonaut.
With its master gone the Russian mansion was a quiet one. Toris went about cleaning for the season, Raivis was finally able to walk about freely, Eduard had his fun with any tech on hand, and Gilbert simply lazed about. There really wasn't much for them to do with Ivan gone, no decisions to be made. That is, until Toris was straightening up in the office when the phone rang. Like every other time he answered it politely. It wasn't until he hears the voice on the other end did he know this was no ordinary phone call. At first he did not answer. If he went through with the first course of action that came into his mind he would surely be punished. But…
"M-Mr. Gilbert?" A quivering finger prodded the sleeping albino. Raivis had been looking for a while until he thought to look in the Prussian's room. "E-Ehm… There's a phone call for you…"
Yawning, Prussia peeked an eye open to stare at Latvia as if he was mental. Which, he probably was. Who would be calling him? For a split second, his heart leaped and West filled his mind, but he quickly pushes down the elation. It wasn't possible... He was forgotten... He sighed and raised a brow at the kid. "Who is it?"
So frightened was he of his master, Raivis glanced about nervously as if he would appear any second to give one of his punishments. "P-Please, just come. You'll find ou-out when you answer."
Prussia rolled his eyes and got to his feet. It was pretty pathetic how Latvia acted like Russia had some way of knowing everything that happened at the house, even when gone for a while. Though... Knowing that bastard he probably had cameras or something... With a shake of his head to clear his thoughts, Prussia went down to the office, the only place where a phone was out in the open. "Who is it?" He asked again to Lithuania.
The only response from the brunet was a shake of his head and passing of the phone. At the other end was an unmistakable deep voice. "Is it that hard to find him? Do you really think Lativa was the best choice for someone to go find him, Lithuania?" Ludwig had no idea the phone had been passed to someone else, thus the annoyance lacing his speech. For the past fifteen minutes it had been nothing but Toris apologizing and promising Raivis was sure to find him soon.
His heart stopped. Literally stopped. His breath too. This was a cruel joke Russia was playing on him... This wasn't really happening... And yet tears still sprung to Prussia's eyes and he squeaked out "West?"
The other end went quiet for a moment as well. This was who he was calling for, yet now that he had him Germany didn't know what to say. He wasn't even sure if it was him, he'd never known his brother to use that tone. Yet… Prussia was the only one to ever call him West. All at once he spoke hurriedly in a gush of words. "Bruder, Bruder are you alright? What has he been making you do? What is he feeding you? Are you taking care of your teeth? You've been getting proper exercise, ja? How is your health?" It was a flurry of questions, of worries. Nothing Gilbert could have said would have kept the German from worrying about him all these years.
At the onslaught of questions, Prussia could only smile. How could he have ever thought West wasn't trying to contact him? He was such a worrywart! How was his teeth? Laughter erupted from the albino as he plopped down into Russia's office chair. "Do you really expect me to answer every single one of those questions West?"
"Ja!" Why was Gilbert laughing at him! "I haven't been able to get in touch with you for this long, can you really expect me to not want everything answered?"
"But West, you sound like a worried mother!" Snickering, Prussia started twirling the cord around his finger. His laughter ceased as he said solemnly. "I've missed you so much West."
A sigh, crackling faintly in a bit of interference, understandable considering the distance. "I've missed you as well, Bruder… I write almost every day, but…"
A growl immediately came from Prussia, the memory of the letter and this office flooding his mind. "I only ever found one torn up in the trash."
As was expected. Ludwig sighed yet again, both from fatigue and a need to keep himself from getting too angry over the phone. "I see. That would explain it." He could not keep back from muttering a schweinehund under his breath.
"I agree West, oh I agree," Prussia said with a small laugh. "West, I want to see you..."
"That would be difficult… I'm assuming that, since my call came through, he isn't there?"
"He's not supposed to be back until tomorrow! West I can go out right now and meet you at the dividing line. Oh bitte, bitte! Tell me you're not busy!"
"I am not busy, no… Bruder, can you get away? If this will bring down his wrath, I'm not sure…"
"He won't have to know! I'll just make sure not to act too happy when he comes back and make sure the Baltics keep it secret, and then I'll be fine!"
There was no quelling Gilbert at this point. It would be a lie to say Ludwig did not return the sentiment, and a very big lie at that. All the same he was worried, like he always was. He would hate himself if Prussia was punished for this later. But this was his brother, whom he hadn't seen in about two decades. Ludwig sighed. "Be careful."
"I will I swear!" Prussia exclaimed, already on his feet and ready to hang up. "Give me a few hours and I'll be there!"
"All right… Again, be careful."
"Yeah yeah you worry wart! You're getting a giant hug when I see you!" Prussia exclaimed giddily. He had forgotten what pure joy genuinely felt like and now that it was coming in buckets, he was getting high off it all. "Ich liebe dich! Bye!" He hung up and dashed out of the office to find Lithuania. In a rush, he informed him that he was "going out for a walk" and was "going nowhere in particular." Before any protests could be given, Prussia was already off again.
He went to his room first to pull on clothes more suitable for trekking to the boundary. Although it wasn't anywhere close to winter, Prussia still pulled a light jacket on. He had yet to acclimate to the Russian weather and lately it seemed like cold was affecting him more than usual. Shrugging the thought off, Prussia was down the stairs and out the door.
Traveling in the way only nations could, he jogged and walked most of the way and reached Berlin in a matter of hours. At first, he wasn't completely sure where he was to meet West, but then thought of a small park near the middle of the city that they often went to with Italy for a lazy afternoon. It was a nice day, so why wouldn't West be there? It was private enough, that was for sure.
As Prussia made his way through the bustling city, he couldn't help the apprehension that clutched his heart. He hadn't been in civilization for a good twenty years. It was almost scary… But he wasn't ever going to admit that to anyone, especially not now. He had to be strong for West, he couldn't even think about how broken he had become. After all, it was just the sound of West's voice the fixed him up enough to end up here. What was going to happen hugging him? Smelling him? Prussia squealed at the thought and quickened his pace.
By the time the albino reached the park, he was winded and completely exhausted. The cool night air nipped at his skin as he scowled. This was the most exercise he had in twenty years. How pathetic was that? He could only imagine how unhealthy he looked. With a shaky sigh, Prussia seated himself in a park bench, nervously looking around. Hopefully West thought of this place as well…
And obviously he had, for within ten minutes the tall German arrived. Unlike his brother he didn't wear a jacket, though he was wearing his normal attire of a dress shirt and tie, the latter surprisingly loose considering just who this was. Beneath one arm was a fairly small cardboard box. In the dark of the night his eyesight was poor. It didn't help that he had spent the last few days pouring over papers in his office with little to no sleep and the only light source the desk lamp. But this was nothing. Ludwig had arrived behind the bench on which the albino sat, and recognized him immediately by his signature messy silver locks. He had gotten thinner. Germany felt himself cringe. Gilbert had never answered any of his questions posed towards his health.
"You're thin," Ludwig murmured, stopping a few feet behind the bench.
The comment was ignored as an elated squeal burst from the Prussian as he jumped to his feet, ran around the bench, and pulled his brother into a giant hug. "West~" he cooed lovingly as he nuzzled the broad, familiar smelling chest.
There had been a warning when they spoke over the phone, and yet Germany was surprised by the action all the same. Blue eyes blinked down at the form that clung to him. Once the whole situation registered he let out a sigh and faint smile. He returned the hug with one arm, careful of his cargo. "Allo, Bruder." With his arm around him he found he was skinnier. There was less to his shoulders. The realization made his smile falter a tad.
"You're so big!" Prussia exclaimed as he pulled away from the hug to grab Germany's arm and grip his muscles. "Fuck West! What's the point in getting so buff when there's no fighting going on?"
"Maintaining the body is the obligation of every soldier, at war or not," Ludwig defended. Brows furrowed and head turned slightly to make his glance a side one, a defensive look. "Though I haven't managed in much exercise as of late… Neither have you, I see."
"What are you talking about? I walked here didn't I?" Prussia laughed off the part about himself and poked his brother's chest. "You haven't been slacking in exercise because you've been holing yourself in your office, have you? Shame on you West!"
It had been almost surreal before, this meeting. After so long of being apart from Gilbert this was more like a dream than reality. But it was real. This was the Bruder he knew and loved, laughing and teasing him even at a time like this. Stiff German shoulders relaxed in the tired smile given. Yes, this was definitely real. "I exercise just fine."
"Good! My baby West can't be getting fat on me!" With a snicker, Prussia's gaze fell on the box Germany held. "Whatchya got there?"
"Oh…" It wasn't a surprised 'oh,' or an 'oh' of forgetfulness. No, it was an 'oh…' of feeling an inability to properly explain oneself. There was a particular stupidity Germany felt at bringing it. Hadn't he been worrying about this meeting, even the phone call? And now here he was bringing something like this for his brother to take back… There definitely was something wrong with him. Maybe it was the lack of sleep making him stupid. Or all the time he had been spending with American and France… Yeah, that would make more sense.
"I came across it in the last cleanup after the war… It was just lying there in the rubble, and…" Gott, what was wrong with him? "The coloring reminded me of you, and I brought it without thinking…"
Curiosity filled Prussia eyes as he took the box from the flustered blond. He shook it gently, but quickly stopped at the distraught look on Germany's face. Laughing, Prussia plopped himself down on the bench and opened the lid, eyes growing wider with confusion. Ever so gentle, he pulled out the crimson egg and held it next to his face. "What's this West?"
"It's an egg, obviously." In his speaking Ludwig took the time to sit next to his brother. "I don't know if it was stained or if that's its natural color. But… There is a still growing chick in there, I've realized."
"A chick in a red egg? Kesese he was made for me!" Prussia nuzzled the egg before gently nestling it back into the box. He pulled his legs onto the bench and leaned against his brother, wanting as much contact as possible before he had to leave. "Danke West~ How long has he been in here?"
There was a roll of blue eyes at this. He? "You don't know the gender," he pointed out, though it was a halfhearted sort of sound. Any other time he would have moved away from his brother as he acted this way, leaning onto him like this. But now Ludwig didn't mind all too much. "I don't know. I found it two weeks ago. It looked to be full grown in the egg from under a light then, but it still hasn't hatched. It's still alive, though. It moves ever so often."
"Hmm maybe he was waiting for his awesome owner! I think I'll call him Fritz. Hey West what will I feed him once he does hatch?"
"It's not a good idea to have something like that in Russia's house…"
Prussia's head jerked up so he could stare at his brother in disbelief. Hurt was apparent in his voice as he spoke. "Why would you give him to me if I can't keep him? I can pretend I found him while strolling around the house or something! And-and he's a bastard, but I don't think even he would hurt a baby chicky."
"I didn't give him-it to you," Germany began. There was that tug at his heartstrings that was guilt that stopped him though. "Er, I mean…" He sighed, glancing away. "I read they eat whole grains."
"Oh bread would work then? Sweet, it's easy to sneak bread. West did I mention how much I love you?" Prussia nuzzled his little brother then leaned up to kiss his cheek. "I've missed you so much."
Hugging and the like was fine, but kissing was taking it a bit far even now. Ludwig glared above his blush at the action. "Du bist komisch, Bruder…"
Rather laughing and playing along as he once would, Prussia pulled back with an expression of a kicked puppy. "Ha-haven't you missed me too?"
Scheiße. "I said that, didn't I?" Germany murmured, looking to him in a side glance.
"B-but why are you so annoyed b-by me saying I missed you a-again?" He could feel tears forming and harshly rubbed at his eyes to make them stop. This wasn't any way to act with West to prove he was fine, he knew it, but he couldn't help it. He needed reassurance that everything Russia said really was all lies...
Make that über-scheiße. Maybe his normal actions were a bit much for Gilbert in his state. But he had been acting like his day to day self! Ludwig thought he would return the favor, but that hadn't turned out all too well for him. "Es tut mir leid, Bruder, es tut mir leid!" At a loss, Ludwig hugged him. "Ich habe dich vermisst."
Sniffling, Prussia clung to his brother as if he would disappear if he ever let go. He wanted to keep his mouth shut, not make West worry, but the words just started flowing out of his mouth as tears started rolling down his cheeks. "I tried so hard to obey Ivan so he'd let me at least talk to you on the phone, but it was so hard! I gave up trying to see you with his permission so I started trying to escape, but it never worked! But-but then he started filling my mind with such negative thoughts and I stupidly started to believe him! Oh West I'm so sorry! But-but then I found that letter-but… Then he-he-he and I just gave up. West, Ich liebe dich! I should have never ever doubted you! Tut mir leid! Tut mir leid."
There was nothing Germany wanted more than to just hug his brother to him and take him home. But all he could do was hook his chin over the head of tussled silver strands and hold him close. That and let any and all anger he felt towards Russia simmer beneath the surface. Going off now would not help the situation. He had to use the time he was given to guarantee Gilbert that he did not have to agonize over such things. "I've called and written nearly every day. And even if they don't go through, I'll continue to. Remember that."
Prussia could only nod into his broad chest as he fought to have control over his tears again. Crying into West was not how he planned this meeting on going. Taking a deep breath, Prussia pulled back with a strained smile. "Okay, now that I've made a fool of myself, can we get some beer? I haven't had some good alcohol in ages."
"If you want to get back at a proper hour that wouldn't be a smart course of action. Especially considering how you are when you drink."
"But West!" Prussia grabbed his arm and tugged as he whined. "Twenty years! I've gone without a single sip of good German beer for twenty years! I'll be getting back there late no matter what I do, so what does a few extra hours hurt?"
"If someone sees you…"
"If someone sees me they won't give a shit as to who I am! Oh come on West! Please! One beer with me, bitte!"
"Won't give a-? What happened to that ego of yours?" Germany ran a hand through his hair and gave a sigh. "Fine, but just one."
"Yippee!" Prussia jumped to his feet and grabbed his box with his soon to be pet. "You're buying~"
"Of course." The blond said under his breath. Fortunately he made it a habit to always have his wallet on hand. He stood, eying the box. "Maybe it's not a good idea for you to carry that if you'll be drinking…"
"Fritz will be perfectly safe with me!" He yelled defensively, hugging the box close.
"Says the one who dropped Aster when she was a pup. That's why she's the way she is now," Germany countered.
"That dog was crazy hyper before I dropped her, West!" Prussia huffed and started walking out of the park. "I raised you just fine didn't I?"
"I was also older when you found me."
"Bah. Details. I still raised you and you turned out pretty awesome if I do say so myself," Prussia said as he looked over his shoulder with a wink. "Now let's go get those drinks!"
"M-Mr. Ivan! Y-You're home earl-ly," Raivis stuttered.
The curly haired boy had woken that morning thinking he still had the majority of another day without the master of the house looming over him or any of the other residents. But it was now only eight and here he was, staring at said giant as he entered the front door with suitcase in hand. A beige toned brow rose above wine-colored gaze as Ivan's mouth turned up into a grin. "Latvi has missed me this much? Latvi knew I was arriving before expected so he came to wait for me~" In his passing by him Ivan placed a hand over the teens head and applied pressure, grinding him down into the floor faintly. "Don't grow too much~ Now, be a good boy and tell Liet to make me breakfast."
Nodding, Raivis whimpered as the man laughed, holding the top of his head. There went any height he had gained in Russia's absence. But it didn't matter now, because he was back! Like a frightened rabbit he dashed through the house to find the other Baltics. Lithuania because he had been told to, and Estonia because he wanted as many people there as possible. Ivan was less likely to hurt him if there were others. But he couldn't get Mr. Gilbert… Oh no, Mr. Gilbert! Latvia became teary when he brought up the issue with Lithuania once he had found him.
"He'll find out! He alw-ways d-does!"
"Calm down, Raivis. We just have to act calm, like normal. If he doesn't see anything out of the ordinary he won't suspect anything." As he finished cleaning the last pane of the window he was before Lithuania bit his lip. This was Ivan they were talking about they. He was an animal at heart. He could smell fear. "It'll be fine." Lithuania wasn't sure who he was reassuring, Latvia or himself.
Probably himself, he thought later as the four ate breakfast in the kitchen. "Where is Gilbert?" Ivan asked with surprising nonchalance, causing both Latvia and Lithuania to twitch. Green eyes turned to Estonia and Latvia for support, but found none. They were as scared as he was of Ivan finding out. No one had been deceived by the Prussian's claim to a simple 'walk.' It was only common sense to assume where he had gone after talking to his brother.
"H-He is still sleeping." It had taken Lithuania a while to get breakfast ready. At 10:30, it was strange not to see the albino asking for food. Dammit, he was stuttering and quivering just like Latvia. Toris kept his eyes on his food as he spoke and ate.
"Is that so?" Ivan asked with a bemused grin. There was not only fear he could smell in the air, there was also disobedience. For now he kept quiet though and continued taking in his meal. There was always time for him to investigate.
Once everyone was finished they all went their separate ways. Ivan to his office, Lithuania to clean up, and Latvia to run and warn Prussia. There had been a shine to Russia's face as he left, one of silent amusement. Something was up, and Latvia could feel it. That was one of the reasons he was always so nervous, he could sense trouble, thus his constant shakes around Ivan. The man was the embodiment of evil. This was kept in his mind as he shook the pile of blankets on Gilbert's bed.
"Mr. Gilbert, Mr. Gilbert! Mr. I-Ivan is back earl-ly!"
Having become quite a light sleeper during his stay, it was not a good thing if Russia wanted you and no one could wake you in time, so the hung over albino cracked an eye open to stare at the kid. Damn his head hurt. One beer may have turned into a few and he almost regretted them now if it wasn't for all the fun he had. Shit did the kid say Russia was back?
Prussia sat up suddenly, though quickly fell back into his pillow when the room started to spin. "Shit. Tell me he isn't asking for me."
"N-No but he ask-ked where you were. He can tell something's wro-ong, I know it." Already he was looking around the room fearfully. "If Mr. G-Gilbert sleeps in any longer he'll be m-more suspicious."
"Well nothing's wrong," Prussia replied with a yawn. "I got lost on my walk last night so I got home late. I'm just tired, that's all. Stop freaking kid."
"I-If you say so…"
"I do say s- oh shit!" Prussia leaped off his bed and ran over to the box sitting on a small desk, the only furniture besides its companion chair and his bed. He had wrapped the small egg in a bunch of blankets to keep him warm as he slept, too afraid of crushing the egg to sleep with it. He had been planning on waking up a few hours later to hold the egg and warm it with body heat, but his body hadn't agreed with that plan. "Thanks for waking me Raivis, I needed to anyways. Look what I found on my walk!"
He opened the box and cradled the crimson egg in his hands. "Aint he awesome? I can't wait till he hatches!"
"Ha-hatches!" Was this man asking the Russian to kill him? "If M-Mr. Ivan finds out he'll be mo-most angry!"
"Oh sorry. Forgot you're no good with secrets. Forget I said anything~" With a carefree laugh, Prussia flopped back onto his bed and curled around the little egg. "Walks are fun, you should join me next time kiddo."
The offer only made him whimper. At this rate Ivan would figure it out for sure. But Gilbert was on cloud nine, and there was no way Raivis would be able to reach him. A shaky sigh from him at this point as he walked out. "He'll exp-pect you for lunch."
"Yeah yeah, I'll be there. Chill out."
With the departure of Latvia, Prussia allowed his smile to grow larger as he stroked the egg. Ten, twenty, hell even thirty more years dealing with this shitty life didn't seem so bad with this small present from West. As long as he taught Fritz how to be ninja around Russia, everything would work out great!
Crack.
Prussia's eyes grew as wide as saucers at the sound. What did he do? He shifted his position on his bed so his head was right next to the egg. There was another cracking sound as small breaks started running around the crimson shell. Surely Fritz wasn't hatching already! What was he supposed to do? Fuck fuck fuck! What he supposed to help him break open the shell? What was he supposed to do once Fritz was free?
All thoughts escaped his grasp as a small peep came from the cracking shell. Throwing caution out the window, Prussia gently took the edge of one of the pieces and pulled it back to reveal a tiny, damp, and golden yellow chick. It was impossible to stop smiling as Prussia gently scooped Fritz into his hands and held him close to his chest. "Well hello there cutie. Your name Fritz, you know that? I'm Gilbert, your awesome Mutti and owner. Welcome to the world ~"
Fritz peeped quietly and stared up at the loving albino with his beady eyes. He peeped again and nuzzled deeper into his chest, wanting more warmth. Prussia got the hint and grabbed some blankets and wrapped his little joy up, then curled up around him once more. Stroking his little head, Prussia started whispering about who Fritz was and what type of life he had just hatched into.
Now it was a little before noon, and Ivan still had not seen hide nor hair of his newest toy. Some documents had been finished before he left his office to make sure Lithuania was beginning to fix lunch for them all. Lativa had begun to leave to get Prussia, but the Russian stopped him so he could do it himself. The flustered look that both Baltics took was enough to elicit a laugh from him as he walked down the hall, boots making hard footsteps on the floor as he approached destined room.
At the telltale sound of Russia approaching, Prussia cursed and looked around for a place to hide his little sleeping Fritz. If he put him in the box, Russia might get curious and look in it. But if he just left him wrapped up in blankets on the bed he might wander around and get lost. Time was running out as his door started to open. In an act of desperation, Prussia picked Fritz up and nuzzled him into his unruly silver locks.
Just as the bird was safely hidden Ivan entered the room, unannounced as usual. Why would he need to knock when it was his house? Besides, who shows respect for their pets? "I am hurt, little one. Not even coming to see me. This is not very nice, da? Sleeping when your master comes home. Why is the little one so tired that he sleeps this much? Enough to miss breakfast."
Careful not to move his head around too much, Prussia got to his feet and guiltily looked down at the floor. There was no point in keeping everything secret, it would only make the bastard interrogate everyone more. Forcing himself to talk in an apologetic tone, Prussia said in response, "I was restless yesterday and decided to go on a small walk since I rarely do anything, y'know? But I got lost… I was wandering for a while and it was late when I finally got home, real exhausted. I didn't mean to sleep so much, but I guess I wore myself out more than I realized." Biting back a scowl, he added quietly, "Tut mir leid."
"Apologizing for getting exercise, little one? Maybe you should start taking walks more often. It would be good, da? But do not get lost again. I don't like having to look for my pets, especially when they get lose down a rabbit hole," Ivan murmured, grinning at the memory of Gilbert's failed escape down the tunnel.
Flushing, Prussia opened his mouth to assure it wouldn't happen again and suggest that maybe not too often when there came a peep from his hair. Blood drained from his face as he coughed awkwardly, trying to cover the noise. "I guess I'm a little thirsty…"
The Russian grin faltered in a brow raise. "Hmm, this would make sense…" Ivan shook his head to again smile down at the silver haired man. "I have come to retrieve Gilbert for lunch. Liet is making a good chicken for my return."
"Ch-chicken?" Prussia squeaked, eyes growing wide. Did he just say chicken? How could he ever eat chicken again, especially with Fritz on his head, with one just so adorable?
"Da, chicken…"
"I'm not that hungry," he managed to say before his throat closed up in fear and distaste.
After narrowly missing the chick incident, Prussia began teaching Fritz how to be a ninja. He was taught to keep quiet and hidden in Prussia's hair whenever Russia was around and whenever he wasn't around, to be on the alert for the smell or sound of him to hide. Prussia was extremely pleased with how smart his little chicky was.
Another thing the albino was pleased about was how Russia seemed to have no problem with him leaving the house to go on walks. Each day he made his walks just a tad farther and a tad closer to Berlin and each day, Russia never said anything about the length of time he was gone. After a week or so after his meeting with Germany, Prussia finally allowed himself to enter Berlin, but something was off.
People were acting differently than they had the week before. As he made his way to the center of the city, he saw why. There was a giant wall. As he walked up and down the street across from it, his heart dropped. The wall extended through the entire city. How could this hap- Russia.
With a ferocious growl, Prussia was tearing through the city. He would have ran all the way back to Russia's mansion if his body allowed him, but often he couldn't continue to move and had to lie on the ground for a few minutes to recuperate. Eventually, he was panting and running up the stairs to Russia's office. He burst in, heaving for air. "What," a gasp. "Did you do?"
It had taken him long enough to make this visit. Ivan had begun to think maybe his toy wouldn't take one of his walks at such a distance for another long while. A grin came to his face when it finally occurred. "What are you talking about, little one?" Russia asked innocently, looking to Gilbert with his face still turned down at the papers on his desk, daring him to continue in his rant with such little air in his lungs.
Glaring, Prussia stalked up to the desk, more to use it for support than to get in Russia's face. Unable to create an accusing voice, he only gasped out, "The wall."
"The wall? Which wall?" At first the tall man played it off guiltlessly and obliviously, tilting his head with a vacant look. Then he lit up, as if only then understanding what he was being asked about. "Ah, that wall, little one? The wall? I had it built, of course, that is what I did. Why does the little one ask?"
He was about to spurt out about West, then quickly bit his tongue. Why did he care? Shit he needed a reason to care… "You're trapping all my people!" He finally exclaimed.
"This is a first. Before the little one did not care about his people. And trapping them? I just changed it from a fence to a wall, nothing has changed. My comrades agreed to its being built. It better separates everything, da?" At this point in his words his elbow rested on the desk so it could hold his face, eyes now completely on Gilbert with his attention. A pleased grin, that of a winner, a victor, formed. "It better separates the brothers, da?"
Prussia averted his eyes under the smug gaze - knowing if he continued to look back he would get pissed off and start yelling things he would regret - and muttered defensively, "You were doing a fine job of that all by yourself."
"Hmm? I was?" What fun was it if the loser did not admit defeat in a more interesting way? To bring this out of him Ivan stood and circled the desk between the two men to take the seconds chin into his hand and turn it to face his awaiting wine colored eyes. "Then tell me, you haven't seen Germany even once since you have been here?"
Shit. He was onto him. For a split second, Prussia looked like a deer in the headlights before a furious glare consumed his feature. "No I have not. Not only have you stopped any attempts, you sure did a wonderful job making me stop wanting to see him."
"Oh? So you did not speak to him over the phone in my absence?"
Before he opened his mouth, Prussia had to convince himself that Russia was just trying to trick him into admitting it. He didn't really know for sure yet. He didn't, it wasn't possible. Pulling on a mask of innocence, Prussia stared up at the bastard with curious eyes. "What gave you that idea? You've been gone before."
This dance, this game, it was only now beginning into its most intense parts. Ivan threw out a fairly ambiguous statement and waited for Gilbert to answer. Both were unclear about the others knowledge and doings, but held the same kind of suspicion for the other that made them continue playing. "Before the little one did not suddenly start taking walks."
"Well I'm sorry I can suddenly decide to do something randomly different out of the two decades I've been here. I was just reading an adventure book and got the urge to go outside, is that so bad? You're the one who said I should continue."
A change of course, possibly confuse the enemy. "I'm going to meet with my comrades and the little ones brother soon. Maybe I should tell him of your walks, and how they seem to tire you. Finally caught your breath, da?" Or, even better, attack a weak point.
"Don't make him worry!" Prussia all but yelled, fear filling his eyes. Knowing West, he would probably blame himself for making him walk. "I'm just out of shape! Of course they tire me out!"
"Worry? Why does the little one care if the brother worries? He has not for a good time, da?"
"So you say," he grumbled quietly.
"I do say," the hold on Prussia's chin tightened as his gaze hardened above the ever present amused smirk, "because with that wall you shall not see each other again."
Biting back tears, both at the overpowering fact and pressure on his jaw, Prussia whimpered back defiantly, "There never was a first time for there to be an again." He paused as his mind wandered, then allowed a small smirk. "Well first time since you kidnapped me. There will be an again though because you can't keep me forever. They'll let me go back eventually."
"They will?" The spark only stood to further awaken the Russian beast. Any and all defiance both excited him and made him want to break it down ruthlessly to watch how it happened, what it did to his victim, and how he would deal with it. "Then I will break the little one beyond repair for when he is returned."
With about the same level of gentleness as a miner puts towards the earth into which he breaks, Ivan shoved the small body in his grasp to the wall. In an instant the coat clad Russian had his body pressed against the back of his Prussian, turning his chin to let his cheekbone grind into the wall with turned face. With this done he preferred to instead utilize his hand in grasping strands of pale hair tightly to clear a path for him to whisper into the given ear, "the little one will take a piece of me with him, da?" The second hand slid down his pants and thus properly uncovered the waiting white ass.
This was nothing new, Prussia mentally chided himself as he bit back a pathetic whimper as the cold air hit his rear. Russia had taken it upon himself to use this particular method of punishment whenever his albino pet started returning to his old self, wanting his brother. But, Prussia couldn't push away the fear and apprehension filling his very being. It may not be new, but it was different this time. What would West think of him now? Pushed up against a wall about to take it up the ass by Russia of all people. France would be more tolerable than this bastard pulling his hair. Hair.
Fritz! Any and all thoughts about what was to come flew out of the window as worry about his little chick occupied his mind. He hadn't heard a peep when Russia slammed him into the wall. Whining to make it seem like it was Russia's hand in his hair that was bothering him, Prussia moved his hands to his head and ran his fingers through the strands then to the cold hand in an 'attempt' to pull it away. He couldn't help but let out a relieved sigh. Fritz was more of a ninja than he realized. The chick must have escaped sometime between arriving home and this moment.
With the relief of his pet in safety, Prussia found a spark of resistance and took hold. He normally just took what Russia had for him without a word, too afraid of getting worse treatment for complaining. But at this moment, he had a feeling it wasn't possible for anything to get worse than what Russia had in mind… "At least lube yourself," he whined quietly, shifting awkwardly in an attempt to pull his face out of the wall.
"Что?" It was an indifferent inquiry, really, at least at first. He wanted lube, did he? As the gears turned that last twisted turn Ivan grinned. "Why would I do this, little one?" There was something else far more pleasurable for him to do. And that was to take the hand that was not still tightly holding his hair and to shove two of its still darkly clad gloved fingers up his anus to test the waters, or rather, the walls. Though it wasn't testing, rather, it was a sort of search. A journey for the treasure that awaited him somewhere in this cavern that would bring him even more joy with its finding.
Prussia yelped and pressed himself further into the wall in an attempt to get away from the probing fingers, but the giant only deepened his search. Pained whines suddenly erupted into a surprised gasp, an uncontrollable moan following after as his body shuddered against his will. Disgusted tears filled Prussia's eyes as he bit back any further moans and tried to pull away again, make those invading fingers stop brushing against his prostate and making this feel so good.
Pleasure was felt by both parties with the discovery of the exact location to which Prussia's sweet spot was placed. With its spot properly noted in his mind Ivan pulled his hands away, looking to the juices faintly coating his fingers as they left the skin. "Alright, little one," he consented, shown by his pulling away from the man he had plastered against the wall, "I will let you have what you want. But you must make it happen for yourself, da?" All was explained in his action of parting his coat and releasing his erection with an ever superior look at the little one.
Breathing erratically and doing his best to will away the blood gathering in his vital regions, Prussia turned so his back was against the wall to stare at Russia in confusion. Then realization hit. It couldn't be true. Surely that wasn't what he meant. But it was so obvious. "What do you mean?" He gasped, despite knowing the answer.
"I mean," Russia explained with surprising patience, "provide the lube the little one wants so much, if he really wants it."
"Don't think for one second I want to do this other than to make it less painful for me," Prussia grumbled as he reluctantly got to his knees. He really didn't want to do this. His body seemed to detached from his mind at that moment, for once his face was next to Russia's engorged dick, he could feel his own cock growing harder. Fuck. Bright red, Prussia spat into his hands and started rubbing his saliva over Russia's shaft. There was no way he was putting his mouth on that.
But Russia always got his way, and that was exactly what he wanted. The cold feeling of saliva that had already left the throat was hardly satisfying to him. Ivan was naturally cold, it was the warmth he craved, and he always seemed to get it from Prussia in the form of heated rage. How much would he get from this? "Do as the master says and the little one can try and use the phone however he likes."
Red eyes instantly brightened and looked up to Russia in disbelief. "Really?" He chirped, barely containing his grin. There was a pause as his elation dropped. "What do you want?" He muttered sullenly.
"Your hands are cold," he answered simply.
He should have known. But calling West was more than enough to degrade himself to this, as long as West never found out of course. Sending a glare up at Russia, Gilbert stuck his tongue out and hesitantly started to run it along the pulsing Russian shaft.
With his down turned faze Russia gazed upon the head of white hair giving him a blow job, lids falling partially at the sensations the warm tongue caused him to feel. The throngs of delight sent to his brain through his nerves were simply wonderful. As the male below him continued his work Ivan continued to hold the smirk of a man getting what he wanted in the form of sexual favors. Between this one and the others there was never a need for him to look far when he needed to find a release, both sexually and violently. Oh what wonderful pets he kept, broke, and trained for himself and himself alone.
Pale strands contrasted immensely with the black as night fabric of his gloves. Fingers took a hold of the locks to pull the head at the end of them away from his throbbing sex, then the body up to stand. "Good," he praised, if you could call it that. Lips crashed against Gilberts suddenly, the force behind them enough to jar him as his back hit the wall. Just as quickly as it had begun, the kiss ended, and Russia had Prussia turned round so he could impale his hole with his readied penis.
As always, it didn't matter how mentally prepared Prussia thought he was, a wave of shock and disgust always flowed through him the second Russia made that first penetration. At least it wasn't as painful as past time with the almost preparation with his gloved fingers and the dreaded blowjob. Whimpers erupted from the frail albino as Russia picked up his harsh rhythm, pressing him and his shameful erection into the wall.
Said stiff member had not gone unnoticed. With his nose nuzzled into the back of a pale neck Russia snakes the hand not firmly grasping an albino hip to take a hold of Gilbert's dick to begin pumping it. At first the movements of his hands were slow, almost at a tantalizing pace. But then, just as he let himself begin to ram into the bundle of nerves without care, he picked up speed on the rod in hand.
God must hate him. Truly dearly hate him. That was all Prussia could think as he quivered and cried out, struggling not to further shame himself and actually climax being fucking raped by Russia. But it was impossible to ignore the white flashes through his mind, torturing his mind with pleasure over such a grotesque act. Russia was everywhere and it was too much for the struggling albino. With a yell, full of twisted pleasure, disgust, and regret, Prussia climaxed into Russia's hand and reached back to take hold of his arms to stop himself from falling under his buckling knees. And then the tears started to fall.
But Ivan had had his fill, and he was finished with Gilbert now. With a sickening wet sound he pulled himself from the used body and stepped away. For a moment he eyed the milky white liquid coating his glove, not out of disgust but bewilderment, as if wondering how it had gotten there. But he knew. And that's why he simply peeled off both gloves, tossed them at Prussia's quivering back, and left him to his own devices.
The tears overtook Prussia's control and he collapsed to the floor, shaking with his sobs. He was so disgusting. Just vile really. Ages ago he would have chided himself for being so unawesome, but at this point, it wasn't enough of an insult to himself. How could West ever continue to worry and care about him if he knew about this? He could never know.
Furiously, Prussia grabbed the soiled gloves and chucked them across the room. Bastard, a total bastard. Forcing himself to stand, Prussia pulled pants back on and sorely made his way across the house to his room, careful to avoid any other resident. He couldn't face anyone right now. He knew they would stare at him in disgust, know of what he did.
It felt like ages to reach his room and get the water of his shower scolding hot. He needed to burn away all those Russian germs. He refused to carry them around. Not caring if he used up the entire hot water source of the house, he sat under the cascading waters for hours. Eventually, the temperature dropped to a point it was no longer painfully hot, so he turned it off and gingerly went about getting dressed. After a nap he would call West. That was the only good thing out of this. He could call West. The hint of a smile tugged at Prussia's lips as he slid into bed, Fritz peeping next to his ear and nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
His nap turned into a deep sleep, the exhaustion of running back from Berlin couple with the abuse he sustained from Russia coupled to keep him from waking until the next morning. He woke with a start, rather confused as to what was going on before figuring it out. Oh well, it'd be better to talk to West not directly after what happened anyways. West would have been able to tell from his voice surely.
With Fritz nestled into his silver locks, Prussia slowly made his way to Russia's office. He was about to knock before entering, then scowled. He was not going to lose all hope and be a meek rag doll again. Prussia barged into the room and crossed his arms. "I want to use the phone now."
Between the Cold War and controlling the number of Soviet states Russia always seemed to be doing paperwork, so it was no surprise that he was in his office at this time of day. What was a surprise, however, was that he wasn't using the phone himself and had yet to. Ivan smiled. But Gilbert did not know this. "Da, go right ahead," he gestured to the device.
Resisting a haughty smile, for there was nothing to be proud of considering the way he earned this privilege, Prussia held his head high as he walked to the phone. He picked it up out of its cradle and held it to his ear. There was no dial tone. A frown instantly tugged at his lips as he put it back and put it to his ear again. Yup, no dial tone. He looked to Russia in confusion and said, "Is it not working?"
"The lines have been out since yesterday," Ivan responded with an innocent purse of his lips.
"Oh." Prussia stared at the phone then shrugged. "Okay well then I'll call West when it's working again. When do you think that will be?"
"Little one does not remember? I said he could try. He has tried," a tilt of his head an oh so childish grin as he watched the toy for which he'd turned the screw and let loose.
"WHAT?" He screeched, slamming his hands onto the desk. "Are you fucking kidding me? You knew the phones were out!"
"I am working, da? Please go." At that Ivan returned his gaze to the items on his desk.
Anger was threatening to bubble out and send him into a fit of rage. With every bit of self control he possessed, Prussia turned on his heels and stomped out of the office. "I'm going for a walk," he snarled as he slammed the door behind him.
Ever since seeing West, Prussia found himself getting angrier and angrier about his situation. More than anything, he was angry about his helplessness. Fucking bastard Russia...
It was 1989. The description of the people of Eastern Germany can only be given by keeping in mind the image of a pot boiling over. The years had been hard on them. In their occupation, those of the Red Army had raped hundreds of thousands of women, some as many as seventy times consecutively. Along with their Western cousins they were forced into labor as part of 'war reparations' in foreign countries. Mines were the favorite workplace. Of course, it was also the most deadly. It was the summer of that year that it reached its height. There had been claim to rigging of the votes in the Eastern election of that year. Hungary had decided against using force to stop any Germans that used their country as a circling path to the West on May 2nd. Those that did not leave participated in sit-ins and mass demonstrations at West German facilities in the Eastern Bloc. The head was forced to resign, but the tremor for change would not be sedated at this point.
For the Eastern personification of Germany, all of this turbulence was causing him a lot of grief. He felt energetic and happy from the people escaping to his brother, but then exhausted and depleted from the people still trapped in the area. So much disturbance and unhappiness made it difficult for him to get out of bed at times. But, there was no doubt the change he and his people so desired was coming. The people may not have been certain, but Prussia was. He felt the same apprehension and excitement he had felt many years ago when the state of Germany was created. Something was changing and nothing was going to it.
Russia had plenty to argue against that. It didn't matter how many times Prussia begged, pleaded, or demanded he be allowed to follow his people to West, he simply would not allow him to leave. Walks were forbidden in case he tried sneaking through Hungary's lands, though it was probably better for his health, which was rapidly deteriorating. It didn't matter to the Russian whether or not Prussia believed he would be reunited with his brother soon, he was not permitted to leave.
Come November 4th, Prussia was feeling especially anxious. Something was happening, he just didn't know what. Judging from how Russia was on the phone the entire day, it was something significant. Just what was going on? As each day passed, he grew more and more antsy. He needed to get out of here. He didn't belong in this house, this prison anymore, not that he truly ever belonged in the first place.
It was the fourth night after the disturbance and the tightening hold on his heart was the most restricting it had ever been. Tomorrow. It was tomorrow. He didn't know what tomorrow was, but it was tomorrow. He needed to be there tomorrow. Nothing could stop him, not even himself. Prussia's body was moving on its own as he left his room and headed down the stairs.
At the end of these stairs Russia waited. There was no smile now as his gaze was hard on the retreating albino. Toys didn't run away. That was the whole point of a toy, something you could mutilate and never fear of losing. Toys stayed with you no matter evil you were. So why was this one, his favorite, leaving? "You are not going." His bulk was unmoving.
"You can't stop me," Prussia growled as he jumped into the small space between Russia and the last step to push against his chest. "Now move!"
"Nyet," he grabbed his arm and held it tightly. Maybe a broken limb would keep him from going. "Nyet."
Wincing, Prussia squirmed and kicked the roadblock in the shin as hard as he could. "You can't stop me!" He yelled again.
"You're not his yet, not yet. You are not going." It was like kicking a wall, it was unfeeling. At least physically. But who's to say that wasn't an almost pleading look in those purple orbs?
"I don't belong to anyone! I'm going to West because I want to and you cannot stop me!" Placing both hands on the broad chest, Prussia started pushing futilely. It didn't matter what Russia did. He was going to be there by tomorrow.
Nearby a phone began to ring without stop. Even Ivan had people he answered to. Gritting his teeth for a moment, he gave a smirk. Leaning forward, he cupped the smaller mans crotch as he whispered into his ear. "The little one will always carry a piece of me. He cannot rid himself of me. Ever." With this enigmatic parting he finally stepped away and left.
"Fucking bastard! I'm leaving you! Don't think for one second I'm going to ever spare a second thought on you! I fucking hate you!" With a furious growl, Prussia kicked the wall to release his frustration, only to whimper and clutch his toes in pain. Okay, that hadn't been smart. Neither would sticking around be. Without any hesitation, Prussia was out that door and running to Berlin.
Upon arriving in the city as the sun began to rise, Prussia made a beeline for the wall. That damned wall. He had spent hours on end just walking up and down that barren divider. He knew every inch of it by part. The sight of it didn't hold the same desparity it always had before. It was going to fall. He just knew it. With a grin, Prussia dragged himself down the sidewalk to his favorite place to stare, one of the checkpoints that almost gave him a view of the other side. Yawning, he slid against a brick building to the ground. Despite his fatigue and the fact he had been walking all night, Prussia stared at the wall well into the day, just waiting for /it/ to happen...
Shouts and cheers jerked Prussia to consciousness. It was dark out and people surrounded him from all sides. What was going on?
A man next to him looked down with a lopsided grin as he said, "Oh finally woke up did you? I was about to wake you up myself! You don't want to miss the chance to be part of the first crowd across!"
Instantly, Prussia was on his feet. It was happening! He was going to be with West again! With a giddy shout, Prussia hugged the man before worming his way between people to get closer to the check point. They were open. Open! Again he shouted out in glee, bringing on another chorus of cheers from the crowds. Eventually, they were through. People were running to loved ones and crying in joy.
Prussia worked his way through the masses, looking desperately for that giant mass of muscle and slicked back blond hair. He had to be here somewhere. Just as he was about to give up and burst into tears, he heard his name. His head swiveled all about looking for the source when even louder came, "Bruder!"
There he was. He seemed even bigger than he last saw him, but it was still West. Prussia burst into tears and ran into his brother, hugging him as tightly as he could. They were together again.
'And it was the best fucking day in my life ever, too!
Okay, sure I may have fainted seconds after hugging West and he totally freaked out, but it was still an awesome day. Not to mention West pampered and loved on me for several months. And-'
Prussia laughed at his old words as he turned his attention back to the incorrect line. He knew it was in this book somewhere, but got caught up reading the whole thing. Well, skimming over everything that had nothing to do with West. He jumped off his bed to retrieve a pen from his desk. With a proud smile, he scribbling over the aged writing and added more words. Now it was right!
"Bruder! Stop playing around and get in here for dinner already!"
Snickering, Prussia leaped off his bed once more and pranced down the hall to his lover, the corrected page left open on the bed.
'So I lied there. So unawesome of me. The best day in my life was when West and I admitted we loved each other and became lovers! Sure getting back together with West after years of separation was great, but it's nothing in comparison to now. Kesese. I love my West~'
End of Chapter Eleven
17 THOUSAND words people. Can you count that high? Can you? My GOD this thing has been our week DX I cried nearly every day. So depressing… So very very depressing… I had to have my comedy bit about the chicken, I just had to. And the fluff at the end. Thank you, Haya. My heart can't take too much drama. I need my laughs!
So… Yeah xD Probably one of our ONLY historical chapters, at least so far. I had fun doing it~ Because of the history, and… o.o Am I a bad person for enjoying myself as I do crazy Ivan? AM I! I don't want to be bad! DX … As fun as it is ;3 I'd like to say I found it kinda funny that near the end I went to watch TV with my aunt and there was a thing on psychic healers in Russia xD Ivan could definitely use one of those
Translations~ For the Russian I used a website for Russian curses xD hopefully that makes it better than an translator
Liebe Bruder = Dear Brother
LG (Liebe Gruesse) = Lots of love (not very Germany, but eh, the website I went to said it was people signed among friends and such)
Хватит тебе пиздеть = That's enough bullshit out of you
Я тебя выебу хорошенько = I'll fuck you up good
Ich hasse dich = I hate you
Шлюха = whore
Mutti = Mommy
Что? = What?