This story is a work of fiction, The characters of Hetalia: Axis Powers, belong to Himaruya Hidekaz. I am in no way making a profit off of this.
FAIR WARNING! This chapter depicts scenes of violent torture, if this bother's you, please do not read.
Russia's house was all a bustle. Lithuania and Latvia were cleaning and Estonia was putting the finishing touches on the meal. Everyone seemed so cheery. Prussia was currently up in his room, Russia had given him his blue suit to wear. It was nearly perfect, just missing the Iron Cross. He straightened his tie in the mirror then let out a soft sigh. The Prussian could hear a soft tapping on his window, then a familiar "piyo!" He rushed to the glass and threw it open. A little yellow bird sat on the window sill shivering, a pile of snow sat on his head. Gilbert scooped him up quickly and brought him in.
"Gilbird! Mein Gott! How did you find me?" He asked and cupped him in his hands to warm him up. The little bird shivered and let out a noise that sounded like a sneeze. He sighed softly and held the bird close to his chest. He quickly put him in the pocket of his jacket and turned as the door opened.
"You ready Gilbert? Our guests are here." Russia smiled. 'Our guests are here,' that meant Ludwig was there! Gilbert promptly nodded then followed the Russian down the steps. Gilbert's eyes brightened as soon as his eye fell on Ludwig. He restrained himself, not wanting to anger Russia. The Russian nodded to Prussia, letting him go greet his brother. Gilbert ran down the steps and hugged Ludwig as tightly as he could.
"mein Gott, Bruder... I missed you so much..." he hugged him tightly, Ludwig returned the hug. He pulled back and looked the Albino over, paying close attention to his eyes.
"I thought he-"
Gilbert shook his head, "Nein... Don't worry about it," he smiled.
"Dude's, it's cool that you're all reunited and junk, but I'm starving and something smells good!" Alfred smiled.
"You're always hungry America." Arthur frowned, "though it does smell good Russia." This caused the Russian to smile. He clapped his hands together.
"Da! We have meeting then eat, the borscht isn't quite ready yet. Prussia, please go help Estonia with the cold cabbage soup while we're discussing things." The Russian commanded. Prussia nodded and gave his brother a final squeeze before moving to the kitchen and helped chop up the cabbage.
The meeting was not very productive, as usual, Russia lead everyone to the dining room, the food was already served, Prussia and the Baltic's were standing against the wall. The other countries sat and Russia gestured for the others to sit. There was a spot open beside Ludwig and Prussia quickly took it. Dinner went without a hitch and the conversation was pleasant...
And just like that... it was over. Prussia hugged his brother and he was escorted out. Gilbert sighed softly. Just like that, he was gone again. Gilbert looked at the Russian who was holding his signature creepy smile.
"Now... Go to de basement Gilbert." Russia commanded.
"W-what?" Prussia didn't understand; what had he done wrong? He had perfect behavior all month, he felt like crying, the basement was the place of nightmares. It was filled with chains, whips, knives, things that could be straight out of a horror movie.
"Go into the basement, now." His voice became scary. Prussia nodded then headed for the basement door. He dreaded this. He slowly walked down the steps, Russia close behind him. Prussia felt his back get shoved hard, he tumbled down the rest of the steps. A loud snap sounded through the walls. His arm broke, his forearm was broke in half, it flopped around disgustingly as he tried to get up. Russia grabbed his broken arm and pulled him up. Gilbert screamed in pain. It sounded through the whole house, Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia all flinched and looked at each other, they resumed their activities with a somber feel.
The basement had a very cliché look to it, with concrete walls and a single hanging light bulb that let off just enough light to see. Russia liked it that way. The walls were lined with hooks that held various torture devices. A wooden arm extended from the wall, it was meant to hang someone up by their limbs, or neck, Prussia wasn't too sure.
The Russian dragged him across the floor by his arm and picked him up, throwing him on the table and strapping him down. He panted and tried to catch his breath, he felt like he would pass out from pain. Bruises started to form on his ribs and the rest of his body. He shook in pain; his arm began to tingle, his brain sending chemicals to numb the pain. Ivan grabbed a knife and began to cut his shirt.
"You won't need these clothes again..." He smiled; the shredded clothes were discarded, exposing his torso to the cold, damp air. Goose bumps formed on his arms. Russia moved out of his view and searched around for his favorite toy. Gilbert dreaded every moment of this.
"Ahah!" Russia smiled. 'Oh no...' Gilbert thought and closed his eyes. He tried to move a bit but it just caused him more pain, he definitely had a few cracked ribs. He heard a lighter flick on. Russia brought over a red candle. He began to drip it on his chest, leaving his chest riddled with burns and wax. Once he was satisfied that he has sufficient wax cover, he began to whip his chest. The Prussian screamed, the wax was whipped of his body (along with some skin). It hurt so bad, welts formed on his body; some of the welts began to bleed. The Russian smiled, satisfied with his work. He had one more trick up his sleeve, he went to a work bench and grabbed a bowl of salt water. He smirked and brought it over, promptly dumping it over his welts, Gilbert tensed and screamed. The salt wasn't completely dissolved so the granules sat on his wounds, irritating them further.
Russia went and filled the bowl again with scalding hot water then brought it and dumped it over him, Prussia tensed again, but refused to scream. He panted, squeezing his eyes shut. Russia unstrapped him.
"P-pochemu?" Prussia asked, his throat was hoarse from screaming in pain. He tried to move but his ribs hurt too much. Russia smiled.
"You sat beside your brother at Dinner, you know better, you are to sit by me when we eat, or did you forget that?" Russia explained. Prussia's head fell back, he did forget about that. Russia sighed then re-set Gilbert's arm. He tended to his wounds gently. Gilbert hardly saw this side of Russia. He thought that he had bi-polar disorder. He was right. Russia was suffering from bi-polar, but he didn't have medication, nor did he feel he needed medication. No one said anything about his severe personality disorder, because they knew Russia would deny it and they would end up being punished, so it was never brought up. Ever.
Once Prussia's wounds were taken care of Russia helped him to the room for him to sleep and recover. He laid beside Prussia and stroked his hair, they both fell asleep, though Prussia ended up passing out before Russia. The Russian would leave the mess in the basement for Lithuania and Estonia to clean up.
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