So anyone else excited about Hetalia Beautiful World? The new animation was amazing! :D Still don't own Hetalia

Warnings: Mild to moderate torture scene.

Gilbert laid across the bed in his cell, arms protectively cradling his chest. He was beat up, bruised and bloody, but the defiance, luminous in his crimson eyes, that he still showed aloud anyone who looked at him to know he was not broken. His silver haired was unkempt and knotted. His albino pale skin, usually nearly translucent, was more black and blue than it was a clear white. His breath rattled harshly with each gurgled, wheezing breath. Even till, when the Russian entered his cell, he glared at the man defiantly and forced himself to a sitting position. "What do you want with the awesome me now?" Gilbert growled, his vexation tangible in the air. Dread knotted his stomach, but he kept his gaze steady and prayed fervently that the fear stayed out of his eyes.

"Kolkolkol. Prussiya. Gilbert. You know what I be wanting. You will be giving me nation, da?" Ivan purred, walking over to the albino with a childish smile. The expression was unsettling on the big man's face. With a giggle, Ivan ran the tip of his pipe along a sickening black bruise that stretched across Gilbert's ribs. "Become one with me." His voice was barely more than a whisper as he loomed over the smaller nation, pipe pressing down against the wicked bruise.

Gilbert winced at the pressure, pain spiking through him as Ivan played with the marking. At the Russian's words he jerked back with a soft curse of pain, head swimming nauseatingly for a brief moment. "Nein! Arschloch! Why would I give Prussia to someone like you?" He barked, pulling his knees protectively to his chest. His crimson eyes were bright with vehemence. "Prussia is mine, and even if it wasn't you can't just take it and expect my people to accept you."

"You're people are all dying Gilbert. Give them to me and they will be living, or be keeping them for yourself and feel them suffer and scream in pain as you be slowly fading away with their deaths!" Ivan said in a calm voice, eyes much too excited by the idea. "I be trying to help, da?" His smile had turned from childish to mischievous, his eyes calculating as they stared down at the battered Prussian, almost as if he was trying to pull Gilbert's weaknesses just by watching him.

Defiant eyes raised to challenge Ivan as Gilbert sat up a little taller, not wanting to look as weak as he felt. "Nein. You don't care about my people. You care about winning your stupid little dominance games, and you've just chosen the awesome me as your target. I know how you work Ivan. You only care about making sure I am as miserable and broken as possible because no one deserves to be happy while you are alone and suffering!" Gilbert was cut off from his rant with a cry of pain as Ivan roared furiously and cracked him over the head with the pipe, blood immediately flowing down the albino's neck in a river of hot, sticky blood. It took him a minute to find his voice again. "I'm... not ready... to give up..." He rasped, breath wheezing out of him in short bursts of pained gasps. Despite the pain his eyes held an unparalleled loathing as he glowered at his Russian captor.

The cruel and sadistic look that crossed Ivan's face sent Gilbert's heart thundering against his bruised chest, and for good reason. He had seen the look before, and each time had resulted in abuse. He didn't have to wait long at all, for Ivan gripped his pipe tightly and with deadly strength he swung the pipe, connecting with a sickening crack against his shoulder blade. Alarmingly, it hurt more to move his arm after the blow than the blow itself, immediately making it clear to Gilbert that the bone was most likely broken. With his shriek of pain, he uncurled and clutched at his shoulder, realizing too late he left his more vulnerable ribs exposed to his captor. He couldn't stop the shudder of fear from coursing through him at the crazed grin that made it's way across Ivan's face, nor the screech of agony as the pipe found it's way against his ribs, almost precisely across the bruise that had already been there. At least two cracks sounded, and suddenly Gilbert was extremely wary of Ivan. If the Russian wasn't careful, he'd end up killing his albino prisoner.

The Prussian's howls of agony echoed deafeningly around the small cell as Ivan struck him again and again, almost every blow resulting in a new broken bone. Ivan would only stop when he begged him to, or when he passed out, but Gilbert was too prideful for his own good, something he knew his brother suffered from as well, and he refused to give Ivan the satisfaction of seeing him beg. Instead, with painful, labored breaths and an agonized, shuddering frame, Gilbert did all that he could do. Endure. He resorted to soft moans as Ivan continued to abuse him, finding his screams to be nearly as painful as the beatings. He was certain multiple ribs were broken, and the taste of blood in his throat and the rattle he could both feel and hear deep in his chest when he breathed made him suspect a lung had been punctured. Gott verdammt... just... just stop... Bitte! What do you gain besides my hatred? He thought, bringing a shuddering hand to his cheek as he felt a salty tear slip from his eyes. A wretched cough left his sides in stitches as his lungs fought for breath desperately, crimson, foamy flecks of blood spattering Ivan and the mattress he had the unfortunate privilege to be laying on. Even still he forced himself to a sitting position and glared with all the resentment he could muster. "You're... A... Gott verd... verdammt... Mons-" He was cut off with a flash of white, then black nothingness as the pipe wielding Russian struck him across the temple, rendering him unconscious.

"It is shame. If you would be agreeing to giving me Prussia... I wouldn't be needing to hurt you, da?" Ivan said with feigned regret as he looked down at the mutilated, unmoving albino man. His chest was stained a dark crimson, as was his temple. He admired the spider web like pattern that had formed across Gilbert's temple from his shattered skull, cheek bone, and eye socket. "Such a waste. I will be breaking your spirit Prussiya." He murmured, kissing the man's bloodied temple with something close to affection before he left. "We will be discussing this again when you are waking up."

Even in his unconscious state Gilbert was unable to escape from his misery as he was plagued with crushing memories of his little brother.

"Hold on Luddy... Hold on." Gilbert begged, his voice cracking and broken as he held the semiconscious, injured boy in his arms. Ludwig hadn't fully woken back up since he had slipped into unconsciousness on the battle field... and now that they were home, that seriously concerned the albino Prussian man. "Luddy please... Bitte... Just hold on. Wake up bruderchen. Bitte!" He begged, desperately wanting his brother to be ok. Just as he was about to leave to find better help, Ludwig shot up with a scream of terror, blue eyes flying wide open.

"NEIN!" The little boy cried in fear before he collapsed against the bed, doubling over as pain rocketed through his abdomen and head. He felt sick to his stomach and he whimpered pitifully in agony and fear. "Nein..." He cried softly, tears streaming down his cheeks. What was going on? Where was he? WHO was he? Why did he hurt? His brain spun nauseatingly with questions and a stream of blood dribbled from his mouth. As unfamiliar arms surrounded him he whimpered in gripping terror and tried to shove the form away weakly, but as the unfamiliar man talked... recognition flickered faintly in his brain. Did he know this man?

Gilbert looked hurt when Ludwig pushed him away. "Luddy? Bruder it is ok... You are safe. Es tut mir leid! Es tut mir leid!" The man whispered, crimson eyes dull and broken as they welled with tears. "I should have been there faster... I should never have let you go alone... I will take care of you bruderchen... I promise." He whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair behind Ludwig's ear and kissing the boy's temple, but when he pulled back he frowned. Ludwig was looking at him like he was a total stranger. The boy's blue eyes were huge and confused, wary but not necessarily afraid. "...Bruder?" He asked hesitantly, fear gripping his heart. What was wrong with Ludwig?

"Who... Es tut mir leid... But should I know you? ...Who are you? Und... Und what happened to me? Who... Who am I?" He asked in a tiny, frightened voice. The fear strengthened further when the strange silver haired man before him howled in a heart wrenching pain the boy couldn't begin to understand. Had he said something wrong? "Es tut mir leid... I d-didn't mean to upset you..."

"Nein! Not him... Not mein bruder! GOTT VERDAMMT why him?!" Gilbert wailed despondently, completely shattered. When he realized he was upsetting the small child he broke off with his horrible, choking sobs and attempted to smile reassuringly at his little brother. "E-Es... Es tut mir leid... J...Ja. You know me little one... You know m-m..." Gilbert stopped, unable to restrain the choked sob that escaped his throat. Tears cascaded down his pale cheeks as he took the little boy's hand and kissed it softly. "You know me little one... I am your alter bruder, Gilbert Beilschmidt... You are... So very important and special to me... You are Ludwig Beilschmidt und... Und you got hurt..." He hesitated, not wanting to tell the boy what had happened if he didn't have to. After a minute his crimson eyes flitted up to meet Ludwig's confused blue ones, surprised to see them looking so very serious and trained on his destroyed face. "Do you not remember me at all?"

Ludwig felt awful. He could tell he was supposed to know this man, he felt so much better when he had taken his hand and kissed it, so much better when he had smiled , no matter how weak the expression was. He wanted to tell the albino... his brother? He wanted to tell his brother, yes, that sounded right, that he remembered him, but he didn't want to lie or hurt him. "I... I recognize your voice... Und it feels like I should know you. You're smile and touch made me not so scared... Made me not scared at all... But... I don't know who you are... But don't look so sad... I don't remember you, but I believe you... bruder." He explained with a small, shy smile that strengthened when Gilbert weakly smiled back and puled him into a hug. He didn't remember this man... His brother... But he knew without a doubt he was safe in his arms.

Hopefully you all made it through that. I take full responsibility for any murdered feels. Review? :D