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This chapter is a flashback on Prussia,
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It was night and very dark, there was no single spark of light and the only sounds Prussia could hear was his rapid breathing and the pounding of his heart in his chest.
Adrenaline seeped through his veins but he had to keep himself calm.
His right ankle ached and his head felt like it was sending shock waves over the rest of his starved body.
"Boo~" Gilbert jumped up out of the bushes when he heard the monstrous voice, his heart skipped a few beats and he might've preferred it not beating anymore at all.
For a split second all he did was stare in utter fear at the light purple orbs in front of him.

He turned around quickly and tried to run but a hard metal thing crashed into his good ankle and he whined as he fell down; Gilbert could feel the crushed bone in his ankle and held back some tears that burned his eyes.
"You're so funny, trying to run from me", a childish voice chanted.
Prussia huffed and his pride hit him in his face; he wasn't going to just lie there watch the demon devour his soul!
He flipped over on his belly and on hands and knees he hurried away.

A heavy weight on his back pinned him back on the dirty cold ground, covered in autumn leaves and twigs that poked in his pale, cold skin.
"Prussia~" the voice was now low and dark, it purred in his ear.
Gilbert's breathing was very irregular and the weight pinning him down made it more difficult; the life-threatening situation he was in only made him panic more and his head felt like it was filled with mercury instead of blood.
One ending of the white scarf fell next to his face; the weight on him shifted a bit and Prussia squeezed himself away until a big hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, pressing his back harshly on the ground.

An ice-cold blow of wind whooshed over them and carried away the 'kolkolkol' into nothingness.
The tall man had his knee pressed in Gilbert's ribs, his poisonous grin making Prussia's stomach twist.
"Why do you try to run from me? You're fast and agile, but I catch you anyway, da?" Prussia's lips were pressed into a fine line as he heard Russia's soft voice.
"You're like a bunny~" Russia's face was almost innocent, if Gilbert weren't lying underneath him with a couple of broken bones and other injuries.

"What date is it, little bunny?" Russia asked then, a dangerous spark of amusement lighting up in his eyes.
Prussia shrugged and held back a cry for his shoulder, obviously dislocated; he had been running for the last few weeks and hadn't paid attention to the date long ago, as long as he could distinguish day and night he'd not care for the rest.
"The 7th October 1949, remember that date, because this is the day our constitution from the 30th of May will be adopted, da?"
Prussia felt the tears burning his eyes like barbed wire but he desperately held them back.

Russia grabbed his hands and held them next to Gilbert's face as he bent down to him, their faces close to each other.
Russia's breath hit Prussia's ear and dread froze his body as his breathing became very short and not enough oxygen entered his body.
Too late Prussia noticed Russia had changed his grip on him and held both his hands with one of his big hands above Prussia's head.
He heard his short, shocking, high-pitched gasps for air as Russia moved his free hand over Prussia neck down, his nails scratched a long line over his chest, ripping apart his already worn off clothing, slowly.

"Little Bunny, you know how powerful my Red Army is?" Russia's words pained Gilbert's ears as the menacing tone entered his head.
He couldn't erase that evil voice; he couldn't ignore that life-threatening aura hovering over him.
"I bet you know~" Russia chanted, "I bet you feel it over your daunted body~"
A hard fist slammed into Prussia's jaw and instantly he tasted the metallic blood as he continued grasping for air.
Once the few seconds of shock were over he made eye contact with Russia, looking at him with all the hate he could force out of his tired body through his blurred vision.

"Little bunny knows about everything, da?" Russia's knee slowly went deeper in his ribs.
"Little bunny knows about the hundreds of people that get killed everyday by my Red Army?"
Snap.
Prussia threw his head back wildly but didn't make a sound as his eyes widened and tears were spilled.
Rib one was broken; Russia chuckled softly and the wind played a bit with his short hair.
The leaves tickled Prussia's back as he desperately tried to get from underneath the massive Russian.

"Little bunny knows about the hunger spreading though his land rapidly~"
A fist jammed at full speed into Gilbert's stomach.
"About the financial crisis weakening you~"
Nails roughly scratched deep wounds over his chest.
"About the hate everybody shares for you and your brother~"
The cold steel of the pipe send shivers over Prussia's back as it slid over his torso.
"About the fact that you're not even a country anymore~"
The pipe slammed into Prussia's head, not too hard, his view blackened for a moment but he regained it; black dots played over his blurred view.
"About the mass rape~"

Prussia's consciousness gave up and he slipped through her fingers.
She reached for him a few times, but when she thought she got him he would feel the pain shocking through his body and he'd only let out a smothered whine and feel hot tears caress his cheeks.
"Little bunny~"
He'd push her away, he'd wildly try everything to stay out of her grasp, out of the reality and away from consciousness.
Crawling away slowly, the cords of agony pulling him everywhere, but he refused to go back.
"маленький зайчик~"

He woke up, sweat covering his white skin, his eyes searching for the murderer's violet irises, his skin awaiting the cold metal, his nose expecting the prickling smell of vodka and his ears attentive to any childish laughs.
Instead he felt a soft bed against his bare back, a blanket over him and soft bondage over his wounds.
The pitch-black room he was in smelled like old wood and dust; it was silent except his soft breathing.

"Are you awake?" Prussia shrieked and threw his arms as a defence in front of his face; his whole body protested quickly and everything hurt.
He realised though the voice had been calm, a bit worried and kind.
Peeking through his arms he could vaguely see a man, his posture was smaller then Russia's, about the same as Prussia.
He wished his body would stop throbbing but it didn't look like the pain would stop anywhere soon.
"It's okay, you're safe now" but the man didn't sound convincing at all, his voice wasn't assuring anything at all, only filled with pity.
Gilbert's red orbs followed the movement of the man as he slowly opened the curtains and he quickly got used to the light falling into the room.

He could now see the other man clearly, his almost shoulder length brown hair, calm and polite green eyes and a little concerned smile.
"Are you feeling okay, mister Prussia?" Gilbert didn't move.
He only stared at those green eyes in silence, they weren't the same, he compared them to the light, mint green and attentive gaze of that little though girl.
These pupils were tired, looking forward with nothing like expectation or hope.
Liechtenstein's eyes were clear like a cloudless sky, able to trace everything that didn't belong there, yet softer then Vash's would've been and still wiser then he expected her to be.
Why would he think about her now, he questioned himself.
He could not expect anything between them, he even knew he could die here and never be able to see her again.

"Mister Prussia?" The man's hand reached for his forehead but Prussia jerked his head away and inwardly whined at the headache.
"How do you know my name?" his voice was hoarse and his throat hurt, he needed some water.
The palm of the man's hand softly pressed against Prussia's warm forehead, "Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I'm Lithuania, I was informed on you arrival."

Battle of Grunwald.
The words shot through his mind like a bullet, causing it to pound harder.
He moaned a little, which hurt his throat more and he started couching.
Lithuania got up and brought him a glass of water; it took a few seconds for him to empty it.
"Mister Prussia don't drink too fast, take it easy" the brunet said to him but Gilbert flinched at his words.
He threw the glass at Lithuania, his red orbs flashed with anger.

The Lithuanian's eyes widened but he didn't react fast enough to get away from the glass and it shattered in his face, leaving behind some deep cuts.
For a moment the two just stared at each other, Prussia with rage crackling behind his vicious looking eyes and Lithuania with surprise and shock but mostly confusion.
"M-Mist-" Lithuania was cut off by Gilbert's hoarse voice, "Shut up!"
He was breathing heavily which caused his ribs to ache terribly.
But Prussia didn't want to say anything, he didn't want the Lithuanian to say anything as well; he wanted the pain to fade away and he wanted to wake up in his own bed.
Nice dream of which he knew it wouldn't happen, but he refused to simply accept this nightmare that had fallen over him.

"It's a lie!" he screamed, his tone was despaired and madly insane, tears filled his eyes against his own will, "It's n-not true! I'm not h-here!"
Big tears rolled over his tears but he whipped them away, "Why don't you all die? Why don't you all just die right now? Why?"
His voice was dark and angry, very harsh in his throat and he started couching again.
The last 'why' had been a question to many more statements then he named though.
His chest shocked up and down in his rapid breathing and he saw little fuzzy black spots dancing over his view.
"Calm down, please" Lithuania grabbed his hand but Prussia jerked it away; the blood streamed in curvy lines over the brunet's face and made ugly splashes on the old sheets.

"Go away! Get out! Leave me alone!" Prussia yelped in short takes of breath.
He felt like there was too much pressure on his chest to take normal breaths and angst and terror snapped through his mind but he maintained the devastating look on his face.
His skin tingled and sweat shimmered on his forehead.
He was trembling and his arms were shaking as he held them in a defending position.
Lithuania said some things but Prussia didn't listen to him, his vision blurred a bit and there was darkness at the corners of his eyes.
"Prussia!" the Lithuania then yelled to him, holding his arms in a firm grip.
Gilbert looked up to him, even though his disturbed breathing he was still approachable.
"Slower, breath slower, two seconds for breathing in and four second for breathing out", the brunet sat on the bed next to Prussia and eventually the breathing slowed down.

He inhaled for two seconds through his nose and then exhaled through his nose four seconds long, just like he was told to.
Lithuania was glad the pursed lip breathing helped and saw how the fierce eyes of the Prussian became softer and the light in them faded a bit.
When Gilbert could finally breath without much trouble he felt incredibly tired.
A cold hand pushed him back on the bed and he lied down, his eyes half open.
Footsteps leaved and came back but he kept staring at the ceiling; a cold washcloth was laid on his warm, sweaty forehead.
The blanket was carefully laid over him and Prussia sighed when finally his eyes decided to completely close.
Unconsciousness embraced him with a warm smile, right now she was all he could trust on and he doubted that would change soon.

Battle of Grunwald, the battle between the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth and the Teutonic Knights of Prussia, the Prussians маленький зайчик (Malenki Zajchik) is the Russian word for Little Bunny
Pursed lip breathing is inhaling through the nose for two seconds and exhaling through the mouth (with pursed lips) for four seconds. This technique is often used for people that hyperventilate too calm down the breathing and stop the hyperventilating by taking slower breaths that allow more oxygen in the body of said person.

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