Yay, I broke my record of longest chapter (it's not that long but shhht let me be happy) ^^
About 5,000 words, you happy people? :3
I hope it's good, I myself am quite happy with it~
Enjoy~ !

Two figures entered a small, dark room; the tallest man closed it behind them.
"East Germany", Prussia flinched at the name Russia gave him.
But he knew the worst was only going to start, "Ja?"
His voice was harsh, without any respect, but that didn't seem to bother.
"Did you do what I asked you to do?" Russia's face was cold and emotionless.
Gilbert gulped, when that man was in a bad mood, things didn't end good.
"I couldn't bec-" Russia's big hand grabbed his jaw with a force that almost crushed it.
Those dark purple orbs, lightless and lifeless, pierced through his alarmed red ones.
Russia loved to see it, to see the spark of fear, danger and defence in the eyes of his victims.
Each had their own kind of way of reacting and he liked to play with that.
They all had their way of showing pain, anger, frustration and trying to get out of it.
"Why didn't you listen to what I said?" his voice hissed like a killer echo through the empty room.
Only an old wooden table stood in the middle of it and two chairs; Gilbert didn't even know why because they rarely used them.

Prussia's head was thrown in a sudden, powerful move against the opposite wall.
"You know that I'll have to punish you", Gilbert jumped up from the ground, but black spots on his eyes disturbed his view and a hot fluid started to slowly drip in his neck.
He knew there was no point in defending himself when he looked in the dull eyes of Russia.
But it satisfied him to know that that cruel man was feeling shitty as well.
And he was very right about that; a certain ache tiptoed over the Russian's body.
Ivan's head pounded and he felt bad; it didn't help that his favourite field of sunflowers was completely destroyed due to the snowstorm.
Maybe seeing his silly servant in pain would lighten up his mood?
He grabbed for Prussia's arm but this one pulled back and only his thin, long fingers were in Russia's hand.
A few smooth cracks and gasps filled the room when Russia easily broke them in a mere second and used Gilbert's surprise as extra time to grab his upper arm.

His big hand folded around Prussia's slender biceps and the next moment he threw the thin man up in the air.
The body of the man was weightless in the darkness for a mere second before it got thrown on the wooden table that had waited for him in the middle of the room.
Because of the strength of the table, that usually got a nation thrown at it, Prussia simply hit it with the left side of his head, his eyes on Russia before it blurred, and then the rest of his body crashed on it as if he was a lifeless puppet.
He rolled over the dirty surface of the table before falling of and landing on his back on the cold, dirty ground.
The breath was knocked out of his lungs but he regained it quickly, grasping for air a few times and trying to control his breathing.

A large foot was placed on the middle over his torso, a part of the foot on his chest and ribs a part below.
Very slowly the Russian shifted his weight from his left leg to his right, that started to lean on the thin body of the Prussian.
Feeling the weight that was increasingly pressing down on his ribs, Prussia's eyes widened and he grabbed Russia's leg; he hissed and rapidly short breathing because of the lack of space.
The pressure on his ribs was increasing slowly more and more and tears filled Prussia's now slightly narrowed eyes.
He felt the bone slowly surrender underneath Russia's foot; it was a little bended and it was a matter of time before it would break.
A snap shocked through his body and he growled; he didn't want to give Russia the satisfaction of his pain so he tried to hide it.
He groaned and held his breath for a few seconds.

But Russia didn't lift his foot; he pressed the broken bone further and the edges of his rib scratched over his skin and lungs.
Gilbert grasped for air when it bore through his lung; Russia just kept on slowly pressing harder and harder with a merciless stare.
Soon he also started couching and the metallic taste of blood slid over his tongue when he spit in on the ground.
Finally the foot was lifted.
Russia grabbed Gilbert's short, white hair and lifted him up.
The Prussian was thrown on a hair, in such a way that his chest smacked against the massive wood and a cry escaped through his lips, coloured with a little blood on the edges of his mouth.
He limply slipped of the chair; there was a dull sound that filled the room when his pained body fell on the ground.
He saw old bloodstains that weren't cleaned well enough and a bit of dust on the grey, stone floor that made the room more gloomy than it already was
As Gilbert lied on his side, Russia stood behind him, looking down with displease.
He firmly kicked him in his back and a shot of pain shocked through Gilbert's body.
Prussia now lied on his belly but a firm hand lifted him up by his hair again, but soon this hand was replaced to Prussia's throat.

Russia had lifted him so that their eyes were just at the same height; Prussia's feet didn't touch the ground anymore and the lack of air numbed his body a bit.
He dropped him, and Gilbert stubbornly stood on his feet, balancing, as the edges of his view were blurry and black and the back of his head caused a terrible headache.
A fist right on the spot where his rib was broken blew him of his feet and he flew through the air before hitting the ground once again.
This time his shoulder had to endure the first touch with the ground before the rest of his body felt the impact.
He stubbornly got on his knees and shot a glare at the emotionless eyes of Russia.
"Monster", he breathed, couching up some more blood, "heartless maniac."
Russia felt that little smile melting over his face once again like it had done so many times; it was ice cold.
"You're a crappy piece of shit, you beast", Prussia still spoke with a harsh, raw voice, even though he was only whispering.
A lot of other words, in English, German and even Russian, rolled over his lips and Russia only stood there, smiling and listening patiently.

"Are you done yet?" he asked sweetly after the Prussian had stopped speaking and was just breathing heavily but shortly for his rib was scratching through his lung with every inhale and exhale.
Russia's breath was slow and calm and the room was almost silent if not for the breathing of the two nations.
But both of them could feel that pained energy in this room; there seemed to be a constant pulse though the room from all the pain that was caused here over the ages.
There was constant screech in this room; yet deadly silence was the master and most dominating in this room, making every noise feel uncomfortable and bad as it went in against the silence after one was beaten until speaking and even breathing was almost too painful to continue doing.
"Du bist krank", he breathed; even when they spoke, the silence seemed to smother them with every word.
"You will take care of the new guest together with Lithuania. Also, you will make dinner this evening", Russia said.
Prussia looked at him; the thought of caring for Liechtenstein made him forget about his pounding body for a second.
"I'm being nice to you, da? You will receive no more beating for now", he said with a smile to Prussia, as if he truly believed he was doing a more then good thing.

Gilbert was happy though; his punishments could go far worse, "Ja."
Russia's face turned serious and nearly as lifeless as it had been before, "is that all you have to say to me?"
"Danke schön", Prussia said and he spit more blood on the floor, feeling the sticky fluid on his tongue and teeth.
"East Germany sleeps in my room tonight, da?" Russia stated before turning around and leaving the paled Prussian behind.
The door was opened just a bit so the little stripe of light shone on his face.
He hated sleeping with Russia.
And that was not in the dirty was perverts would think it was.
There was a little bench in the Russian's room, next to his king size bed.
You were locked in a very uncomfortable position in that thing, forced to sleep there the whole night until you backbone was fused and your muscles were jelly.
Then he expected you to do everything or even extra work as if you weren't an unstable, out of balance wrench due to that tortuous night.
Or, if you were lucky, he asked you to come sleep with him in his bed.
Even though Russia was a creep and clingy in his sleep, holding you in a killer hug, it wasn't something bad, not at all.
His bed was huge, so soft and much nicer then most beds in this house.
The blanket was fluffy and warm and the pillows were comforting to your stiff neck; it was a blessing to spend a night in that bed, even being constantly hold by Russia's huge arm was just a little thing next to the comfort and warmth for your tired muscles.

Prussia crawled out of the room and look cautiously in the empty hall like a stray animal would do.
He stood up wobbly and held the wall to support his slightly shaking body.
His back sent shockwaves over his body so that he couldn't even stand straight and his shoulder ached terribly; it hung limply there because every movement would make it hurt more.
The wound on the back of his head had stopped bleeding but a lot of sticky, dried blood was now in his neck and he really felt like taking a bath and scrubbing a layer of skin off his body.
His left arm, with the broken fingers, hung limply next to his body like it's should did.
The whole left part of his body ached annoyingly; except his legs, they were quite intact after this which kind of was something that make the Prussian feel a bit better.
But what hurt must, was his rib that partly bore through his lung; it was a burning pain that made him couch up blood every few breaths he took.
He limped through the hallway found the nearby bathroom.
Rumbling in the big first aid-kit, he searched for some strong painkillers, bondages, ointments and others.

It was almost evening and Lili was sitting in the huge living room, alone.
Not because she was afraid of the others or because she was interested in what was playing on the TV.
Moreover, she didn't understand a single word from what the people spoke and she was bored as hell.
The door opened and she looked at who was there excited.
Lithuania stood there but he looked rather tired and sick, when he saw her quickly hid his hands behind his back, so subtly that Liechtenstein obviously noticed it.
"A-ah, Lili, I forgot you were here! Dinner will be soon. Sorry that I left you alone, I had to do some… work."
Her fine blonde eyebrows frowned but she didn't say anything.
He awkwardly crossed the living room to another room so she wouldn't see his hands.
Sadly enough, when Lili looked down at the floor, she knew enough.
There were a few drips of crimson red blood; even with the distance in between her and the drips, she could already smell the foul metallic scent.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice stern, when she suddenly appeared behind Lithuania.
The man nearly got a heart attack by her sudden presence and rubbed the last rests of dried blood from his fingers in the sink.
"I saw the blood", her serious face made him doubt and eventually he sighed.
"U-um, well, something happened, a-and, I had to help a bit afterwards", he stuttered a bit, not knowing how much he should tell the girl.
"You looked like you juggled with a pig's organs", she stated, frowning.
He gave an awkward smile, "yeah, almost. I had to, um, o-operate, someone."
Her eyes narrowed, "Someone?"
"Prussia", he whispered, as if it would sound less bad that way.
Liechtenstein's face instantly paled and she too a few moments to understand what he ment.
The Lithuanian's face was too serious to be kidding even if she hoped so badly that he had just told her some kind of stupid joke to distract her from something.
But when she had seen Prussia hours ago, he had seemed fine; not in a perfect state and that man could certainly look a lot better, but Liechtenstein couldn't understand why that suddenly needed an operation.
"What happened?"
But Lithuania shook his head, "We'll come back at this another time."

That moment the door in the living room opened again and Lithuania ran to see who was there; she came to the conclusion he probably was good at long distance running or at least could endure quite some of it, since he was running and hurrying everywhere to either work or help someone.
Lili followed him and she saw how Toris tried to help Prussia, but he waved the helping hand off.
The Prussian looked in a daze; he limped a bit and was clearly under influence of some kind of strong painkillers, if not drugs.
"Prussia", she breathed silently, but he did not respond and wobbled groggily to the kitchen.
The only thing he declared to the two nations staring at him was, "We're eating Könisgberger Klopse for dinner."
Lithuania sighed, because he knew Prussia only cooked when he was told too by Russia; there was nothing he could do without causing more punishment.
He glanced over at Lili, who had a sad look in her eyes and his lips parted a bit, "He's going to be alright."
She didn't look convinced but looked up to him, "What happened?"
Her voice was soft and hurt Lithuania couldn't tell her anything good.
And he was a bad liar so that wasn't an option.
"H-he didn't do what Mister R-Russia asked him."
That sentence had said enough.

Lili's bed was warm and comforting, it was about 10pm by now.
They had eaten dinner in complete silence; she had been surprised by how many nations lived under Russia.
It was so uncomfortable that she hadn't even dared to tell Prussia how good she thought the dinner was; he still looked drugged so she doubted he would've understood or cared.
Right now, she just wanted to cry.
She missed home, her own bed in Vaduz, Switzerland that would complain about stupid nations trying to cross his border, her dogs cuddling up to her in the sofa.
At the same time she wanted to cry for where she had forced herself into; she was in a house that knew barely any warmth, people were hurt if they didn't listen even if they had good reasons and she couldn't be with Prussia, the reason why she came here first of all.
She bit her lip and blinked a few times, pushing the tears back that burned in her sad, forest green eyes.
Liechtenstein took a deep breath and calmed herself.
Her thoughts had to be directed away from the bad energy vibrating through this enormous house.
Though she couldn't immediately think of something that was both good and realistic.

When the door of her guestroom opened slowly Lili was quickly torn out of her thoughts; which both pleased her and yet was somehow not nice.
Subtly fear tiptoed over her body when she saw Russia peeking into her room; he stepped into the guestroom and closed the door behind him.
Ivan sat down next to her on the bed; his heavy weight pressed the mattress down.
"Lili, da?" he asked her and she nodded nervously.
She had not the slightest clue of what she was supposed to do or say when he would start asking her questions.
There was no story she had thought of that she could use to tell him; her mouth was dry and her throat tickled a bit.
Her muscles were tensed and she looked around warily, avoiding eye contact.
"Don't be afraid, Lili, I won't hurt you", he said kindly, but it didn't made her feel safer at all.
He only had to find out who she was and things could completely change; the worst thing was if Russia would see this as spying and start and attack against Switzerland.
"You look so tensed, what scares you? Are you afraid of the dark, Lili?" He turned on a little lamp on her nightstand she hadn't even bothered to notice before.
She was actually surprised that he noticed her nervousness so badly; he must be good in recognizing those kind of feelings.

"I'll tell you a story, da? Like a bedtime story?" he said joyfully and Liechtenstein sighed in relief and looked a bit happier at him with her big, sparkly eyes.
She made herself more comfortable in the bed, ready to both listen and fall asleep.
Russia took a deep breath, "Once upon a time, there was a rich and noble man, his name was Nicky. This man was a wise person, and he did not live in the daze of all his wealth and fame as ruler of a great country."
Liechtenstein admired the way his voice sounded now, it was still low and like it had always been, but there was a gentle, fatherly touch to it.
"He had a beautiful wife, Alexandra, and four daughters and one youngest son. His youngest daughter, her name was Anastasia. It means Grand Princess. As a little kid, she was a bit chubby and short, but her blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair made her look beautiful. She was vivid, energetic, charming and loved adventures."
Now Lili could hear how Russia himself was telling the story softly; he felt with it and talked as if he was seeing everything perfectly in front of him.

"Anastasia and her siblings were not raised in luxuries they could have. Her father chose to raise them wisely, to give them a little grasp of reality, yet still with love. They slept on hard beds without pillows, they bathed in cold water in the morning, they had to keep their rooms clean and such. Her title was 'Her Imperial Highness', but she was called 'Nastya', 'Nastas' or 'Nastenka', which are like surnames. Or 'Malenkaya', which means Little One."
For a second he glanced over at the little girl next to him; Lili's eyes were closed but he could tell she was listening by her slightly attentive body.
"She was bright, lively and enthusiastic. There were many people who liked her, she was like the child every parent would dream of. But little Anastasia was not interested in her limitations or the rules she had to obey, like cleaning her room. But even though she liked to be a little ignorant to the rules, she did not exaggerate in her protest. It was just her childish, playful earth, and perhaps because she was the beloved youngest daughter. During the winter she would make a gigantic snowball and throw it at her sister, knocking the girl on the ground, but not hurting her too badly. Anastasia climbed in trees and didn't want to get out or she hid for her prescribed massages. Some called it childish naughtiness, others said she was evil. Anastasia would try jokes with the servants and set up little traps for her tutors, not intended to truly hurt them. Just curiosity."
Ivan's voice was happy; he was telling the story as if he could see the little girl play around himself.

"Then a war broke out. Anastasia and her older sister Maria went to the hospital. They were too young to become nurses like their mother and two elder sisters, but they amused the wounded soldiers with games and plays. Anastasia was a great actress, truly good from a young age. And her laugh was high and lively, almost like a little squirrel. Her active behaviour, joy and that cute laugh of her really sometimes reminded one of a squirrel."
The sleep was already softly embracing Lili.
"Then this kind of war broke out in the land Nicky ruled. There were a lot of civil wars and their family was caught. They were locked as prisoners in a special house."
Lili's eyes opened and she looked at Russia's face; he looked a bit pained.
She was slightly surprise at how his emotions went with what he told, even though it was only a bedtime story.
"But even in there she was usually a vivid, happy person. She entertained others with little plays, showing of her good acting skills. Her spirit had not faded by their poor situation. She learned to do her own laundry and how to cook. But on the inside, she did start to long for the outside world. Once, Anastasia opened the window. She took a deep breath of the fresh air and felt great when she saw the outdoors. But an officer saw her and fired of."

There was a little silence, and Liechtenstein felt herself growing more curious.
"He missed her on a few inches. She didn't try again", even Russia's voice sounded relieved.
Lili thought of him as a good storyteller, even though his social skills were rather bad, he seemed to enjoy telling these kind of stories.
Maybe it were typically Russian bedtime stories and once someone read them to him?
"It was now July; the once so little Anastasia was now 17 years old. It didn't bother her that her situation wasn't going to be better anytime soon; she kept on being her lovely self. Encouraging the family to go on."
Russia spoke slower now, Lili could almost tell the ending was coming.
Since it was a mere story, one apparently for kids, she expected some ending that would make the family, or at least the character Anastasia escape.
"About halfway July a few men came to her house, announcing they were going to move to another location. The family was told to wait in a little room", she could imagine this girl and her family now being freed, or escaping and living undercover for a while or something like that.

"In that little room, the whole family was killed."
She blinked, a silence rested upon them for a while.
"W-what?" she asked, slightly confused at the abrupt ending.
"They were executed. It means that they once were rulers of the land, but now that others wanted to take this land over, they killed the family. Bullets though the chest and stabs, it was not anything like slowly slicing them up. But the five children had jewellery on the inside of their clothing which protected them. Though, they were killed somehow."
After that Russia even explained in what order they were killed and how, it made little Liechtenstein feel slightly sick.
And Lili only looked more confused, "That's not a h-happy ending… And W-what do you mean, 'they were killed somehow'?"
Russia looked apologizing to her, his eyes were a bit less colourful then they usually were when he was with her; the light within them had vanished.
"I'm sorry for the bad ending; I wish it hadn't ended that way as well. But I can't change history, da?
"History?" she muttered, blinking.
He nodded slowly while looking at the soft light of the lamp on her nightstand.
"Da. But there are rumours that an officer showed compassion for Anastasia and let her escape. I believe she has escaped."

Liechtenstein looked at his face; it was dull happiness that crossed his dim, violet eyes.
His eyes were drained in melancholy and his smile was bittersweet as if he was hoping so badly that it were not just rumours.
The word had fluently rolled over his tongue, yet seemed to carry a heavy emotional weight as it seemed to press down on them while they were in the room.
Anastasia.
The word was carved on his tongue, written with blood instead of ink on his memory.
She stared at him, with her emerald eyes, and blinked; both of them didn't move for a few slowly passing seconds, maybe even minutes.
Lili kept staring in those almost lifeless, purplish eyes; it had all made sense now.
The look on his face was the pleasure of looking back upon warm memories and joyful events of the past.
It had swiftly but subtly fallen into a miserable daze and a pitiful curve in his lips.
Russia looked as if he was worn out, tired, as if he had told the merciless death of the little girl a thousand times over but it never became easier on him.
Yet there was a crack through his usually vast façade, a glimpse of true sorrow and regret, a never cried tear and never openly showed remorse.

"Спокойной ночи~" he chanted, grief through his slightly childish voice as he wished her goodnight; Ivan stood up and softly pat her head before leaving her alone in the suddenly much too big room that made her feel nauseous.
He clicked the light off and her eyes had to get used to the dark again.
She hadn't even bothered to say anything back to the man; he left the door on a peek and the light in the corridor remained on so she wasn't surrounded by complete darkness.
It was a kind gesture, even though she usually slept in the dark, and right now it was very comforting to have a little lights in the darkness of this strange place.
Her guestroom was good, that wasn't the problem; the more sober, brown and grey themes were still looking nice in the combinations that were made.
It was the space, the emptiness that seemed to lie down on her and press her into her queen size bed.

Now that she thought about it, the room smelled vaguely like a soft mixture of honey, meadows and the countryside.
It smelled like a calm and gentle scent that relaxed her muscles and thoughts a bit.
Liechtenstein started to think about it; Anastasia was one of the four daughters and five children of the ruler or an enormous nation.
The big nation mentioned was without any doubt Russia, and his ruler would have to be a tsar; if she was not mistaking those had ruled upon him before Communism.
And that did fit the picture of the other people, that attacked on the tsar family in order to rule their ideas and bring their leadership over the land, the Bolsheviks.
The Red Army, the Communists, the ones that wanted a Revolution in Russia, that were the people that killed the tsar and his family.
It would also make the civil wars logic; the White Army would've fought for the tsar against the revolutionists.
Lili closed her eyes, trying to force the image of the execution away.

But she could only see, a girl standing in a room with her three elder sisters, younger brother, some loyal servants, a maid, her mother and father.
Her father was shot the very moment they got the news of their execution, in front of them, multiple times through his chest; her mother and servants died next. The smoke and dust of the room had caused too much trouble and they left them alone.
Alone, with the dead bodies of her parents, just after they heard they were going to die.
When he came back, another servant and little brother were killed. Diamonds and other jewellery protected him but eventually it was just a slower death.
The two eldest sisters got a single bullet through the head, fatal.
Eventually it was just Anastasia with Maria and the maid; the daughters fought back desperately while the jewellery protected their bodies.
Apparently they weren't death too easy and disturbed the peace a few times more.

The peace and silence that owns everything after death.
Lili took a deep shaky breath; if that had truly happened; the murder of the former tsar family must've had quite an impact on Russia, and most certainly not a healthy one.
She closed her eyes, thinking of how happy she was to be just tiny, little principality of Liechtenstein.
Luckily sleep embraced her again in its arms and carried her to a dream.
The dream took place in the countryside, since it was the smell that she tried to focus on.
It was a foreign scent but tender to her nose and certainly feminine.
She wondered who would carry this smell of nature, work and kindness in this house.

Du bist krank, is German for You're sick.
Danke schön, is German for Thank you very much.
Vaduz is the capital of Liechtenstein.
Könisgberger Klopse, is a Prussian dish named to the Prussian city Königsberg which is now known as Kalingrad. It are meatballs made from finely veal (though beef and pork can also be used), eggs, onions and spices. Add anchovy for the original recept. Usually served with boiled potatoes.
Спокойной ночи (Spokoinoi Noci), is Russian for Good night.

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