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T/Ws: Violence, abuse and threats of violence

Chapter 11: Torn Away

Ivan walked anxiously to the room where Prussia and Germany were being kept. The meetings had finally ended and it was time to go home. Ivan couldn't wait to finally sleep in his own bed again. He was tired of all the travelling around and wanted a break. Although considering what he was about to do he was not going to get any peace for a while.

Stalin wanted to keep the part of Germany they had taken and since part of it used to be Prussia, that ment Gilbert joining the Soviet Union. However it also ment separating him from his brother. Prussia really wasn't going to like it but he didn't have a choice. Besides, Ivan had a plan to find a way to make sure he became a real country again and everyone would be living with him soon so it was only a matter of time until Germany was also his, so Prussia just had to wait.

Prussia's words when he was in that cell had broken Ivan's heart so badly. Even with how much he wanted to hate the Prussian, he just couldn't. All the hundred of years of bullying and fighting, the words he said to Ivan from his cell, none of them outweighed the feelings Ivan felt for Gilbert after that night in Stalingrad. That's why he was so determined to make sure Gilbert lived.

'He will definitely hate me now. If he didn't already.' Ivan thought to himself.

Ivan stood to one side as one of the guards instructed the two to pack their bags, as he stood there America arrived to pick up Germany.

Soon both Germany and Prussia walked out of their room with their respective bags of stuff.

'Alright then. This is how things are going to go. You are coming with me.' America said, pointing at Ludwig.

'And you are going with Russia.' America added, pointing at Gilbert.

'Wait what?' Prussia said, pissed.

'Sorry dude but that's what happens when you lose. Stalin wanted the East of the country and my boss certainly wasn't going to let him have the West too.' America shrugged.

Prussia looked over at Ludwig in horror. The last thing he ever wanted was to be away from him.

'We don't have much of a choice do we? Don't worry brother, I will be fine. I promise I will find a way for us to be together again' Germany said sadly.

'Brother.' Prussia said sadly, pulling Ludwig into a tight hug that he happily returned.

Ivan and America just looked on silently, Ivan wearing his normal smile and America looking uncharacteristically serious. Both knew the weight of what they were doing but both knew they had to follow their orders.

Even though Ivan was getting what he wanted, a new friend, seeing how hurt Gilbert was at leaving his brother's side caused his heart to ache and made it hard to keep his smile on his face, still he kept it up, after all he mustn't appear weak.

Ludwig pulled away and reluctantly Prussia did the same. Looking over at the Russia who was just standing there staring and smiling like the creep he was. Prussia flinched as Ivan grabbed him by the arm and began to drag him away.

'I can't believe you assholes would take me away from my brother.' Gilbert growled as Ivan dragged him.

'Would you rather be dead.' Ivan said ominously as he gripped tighter on Gilbert's wrist.

'I would rather be dead than your little play thing, yes.' Gilbert snapped back.

Ivan snapped, punching the Prussian in the face and knocking him to the floor before placing his foot on the Prussian to keep him there.

'I did my best, da! My Boss made the choice to allow the others to have the West of Germany! We keep you, the East! The decision was made and fighting it will not change a thing!' Ivan yelled.

'You have been nothing but ungrateful of everything I have done for you! I have put my own neck on the line for you multiple times since this war started and all I get in return is hate and distrust! I am sick of it!' Ivan continued as he pushed harder and harder on Prussia, causing him to scream in pain.

'You really thought you could get away with using me in Stalingrad! You lied to me and took something very precious from me that night! Yet I have continued to show you kindness! This will no longer be the case! If you keep being mean I will start being mean back again from now on!' Ivan said, his voice shaking with rage.

He was foolish to trust that this man who had bullied him for centuries would ever be genuinely kind to him and he had lost so much because of it. Not like it mattered, soon everyone would live with him, he was powerful now, who could stop him. So all Gilbert had to do was wait.

Ivan took his foot off the German finally and lifted him up to a stand. He didn't want to separate the two as he knew Prussia would be difficult if they did but his boss had made the choice and he must follow or else. It would have been easier if he just could take both of them.

Gilbert just silently followed the Russian after that. If this was kindness he didn't want to know what Ivan being mean was. Also where did the Russian get off saying he was the one who was deceived. Gilbert was the one who was deceived.

That asshole was the one who deceived him, he acted all good and nice when he was getting what he wanted in Stalingrad but the moment Gilbert was no longer a threat he acted like a stranger, only to have the nerve to come back later and act like he was serious about them. The worst part is Gilbert had started to believe him once again.

Ivan had just well and truly demonstrated how little he cared for Gilbert, as soon as it benefited him he no longer gave a shit about helping Gilbert stay with his brother and now Gilbert was stuck with this sicko.

Ivan pushed Gilbert into his car, locking the passenger door before walking over to the driver side and getting inside, starting it.

'We are going to Moscow and to my house. You will behave on the way there or else.' Ivan warned as he pulled out of Cecilienhof.

Gilbert watched sadly as Cecilienhof got smaller and smaller behind them. His former glory now long since vanished, away from his brother, the only person in this world he truly cared for, under the thumb of a man who he despised with every bone in his body. If only things had gone differently, if only he could have stayed by his brother's side.