((WARNING! Gore and psychological trauma))
Prussia could feel the stab wound slowly closing. Apparently he was still enough of a country that a wound as simple as that wouldn't kill him. But it still hurt. Prussia shivered, the dull, crushing pain of the wound was distracting him from other things going on around him- like Oliver readying a syringe.
"Try it," Russia said, "It sometimes works on the 2ps, if he's less than a country then this could kill him."
"If it kills him, he won't be much use to us, and this will have been a complete waste of time." Oliver said as he injected the air from the syringe into Prussia's bloodstream.
"Don't remind me. We took too much of a risk already just getting him here. The others are probably already looking for him. If we don't get something out of this, then…" Russia sighed
Prussia was writhing in pain. The air bubble in his blood had been a minor discomfort at first, but suddenly he felt as if his chest were about to burst. It was as if his heart and lungs had suddenly turned to stone and he couldn't seem to breathe or swallow. He clenched his teeth, but they felt as if they would shatter like glass. Prussia managed to let out a grunt of pain but it was quickly silenced.
Russia and Oliver leaned in, their mouths slightly ajar. Was he dead? Was that it? Prussia suddenly let in a gasp of air and began to cough violently. His heart attack was over. He was still alive.
"Oliver. Step three," Russia said dryly. Oliver whined a bit before pulling out a black magic wand similar to England's. Prussia had only just recovered from his coughing fit when Oliver waved the wand and Prussia's vision was skewed.
Prussia's eyes were wide open. He coughed again, but the sound came out a moment later, only distorted and quiet. His whole body felt like it was ripped in two pieces, each felt completely separate from the other. He almost felt as if his half of Germany was no longer apart of him . He saw Russia and Oliver talking through his skewed vision, but the sound was delayed and distorted.
"If he's any less than a country, he'll die," Russia's distorted voice told Oliver as he handed him a knife, "Go nuts."
"Of course, poppet," Oliver said with a full toothy grin, his face revealing every single psychopathic urge the 2p nation had.
Suddenly Prussia felt several sharp pains, but it wasn't until a moment later that he saw Oliver jump on him, knife slashing wildly. He screamed, but the sound only came out a moment later. The fact that Prussia didn't know where Oliver would slash until he felt the pain was terrifying, causing Prussia to scream even more desperately.
Oliver violently stabbed Prussia's shoulder and slid the knife quickly down his arm, a thick trail of blood pouring from the gash and pooling onto the floor. He bashed the blunt handle of the knife several times into the Prussian's collar bone, quickly breaking it and soon splattering blood everywhere.
Two more gashes opened up in Prussia's stomach, sending blood pouring out in great globs. A moment later his cheek started spurting out blood and a second later Prussia's right eye was gone. Prussia's screaming vibrated loudly as Oliver continued to stab his eye repeatedly.
The 2p nation panted loudly for a minute before smiling at his work. The insane bloodlust left his eyes as he leaned forward to 'boop' the Prussian gently on the nose. Oliver turned to Russia and an even bigger ((Non-creepy)) smile formed on his blood covered face.
"He's a country after all," Oliver said
"But not for much longer." Russia and Oliver left the room to get washed up and to allow Prussia's wounds to heal a bit more before they killed the Prussian off for good.
Prussia's screams eventually died down into painful sobbing and whatever spell Oliver had used on him had worn off. He managed to quiet himself a bit and looked around for the first time since he had arrived.
To his right were several bodies, some of which were still alive. He saw one that looked quite like Sealand only in a red and white uniform instead of a blue and white one. This one was dead, but the one next to him was moving a bit- just a quick twitch of the hands now and then. That one had looked a bit like Seborga only in a red suit with a top hat.
Prussia quickly realized that most of these were the 2ps of micronations, or just unnoticed nations. But there were others. He recognized a micronation that he had met while visiting America's house, hanging next to their 2p, both of them dead. Is that what they had meant by "If he's any less than a country, he'll die?" A little farther away he even saw his own 2p, staring lifelessly into his own eyes. So that's why Prussia hadn't seen him in a while...
Prussia felt sick. Really, deeply sick. He felt like puking up blood ((which he would if he coughed to harshly)). The stench of blood- both fresh and old- was absolutely sickening. He shuddered violently, tears still racing down his cheek.
Then he heard a soft voice. A familiar voice, one that he hadn't expected to hear in such a soft tone- one that he hadn't expected to hear again so soon.
"Teutonic Knights?"