If there is a Hell 4a/5
anonymous
November 19 2009, 10:35:05 UTC
Prussia doesn't get out of the bedroom for a week after the last traumatizing beating. Latvia shivers just thinking about it.
Lithuania accepts that Prussia is too hurt to work and makes sure he gets something to read and food brought to his room. Prussia regains his spirit before his health and claims he is happy to read Russian newspapers in his bed in the middle of the day instead of being bossed around by Lithuania.
“Lithuania can be a little bossy,” Latvia agrees since he knows Lithuania is in the kitchen at this hour and can't overhear him.
“Liet is not as small and cute as Russia thinks,” Prussia says and he almost spits out the nickname. “He's an asshole.”
The price of having Lithuania as a buffer between them and Russia is having Lithuania order them around in Russia's absence. Latvia can see why it irks Prussia when he gets the downside but not the perks.
Latvia has other things to do but he says yes when Prussia asks if he wants to play some chess. Lithuania never hit someone with a pipe, what is he really worried about?
Prussia looks like the type who would play recklessly and throw pieces around when he loses but to Latvia's surprise he gets really into the game and kicks Latvia's ass without effort.
“I told you Kaliningrad is awesome,” Prussia says. “Seriously though, I can teach you some stuff if you like. Chess is serious business, you have to treat is as such.”
“Sure,” Latvia says, fascinated by this new side of Prussia.
Lithuania is a bit pissed off later that evening but Latvia doesn't care.
*
Latvia awakes with a scream when he feels a hot breath raking of alcohol on his face. Oh god, what is Russia doing here, he can imagine all to well what Russia is doing here, he thought Russia wasn't interested in him that way and-
“Shut up” a voice interrupts his panic. It's Prussia of all people who has crawled down in bed with him and he looks innocent for someone who has stolen most of his blanket. “We don't want to wake up everyone, do we?”
“W-what are you doing here?” Latvia mumbles, still confused over this strange awakening.
“I don't like drinking alone all the time and you're the only one I like even a little. You are so small and cute!”
Prussia must be a little drunk already. He has one bottle in his hand and another unopened one on the nightstand.
“How did you get vodka?” Latvia asks. Did Russia give it to him as a gift? Deeply unfair if so, Latvia has so much troubles getting hold of any alcohol and Russia almost never gives him anything. Russian troops and Russian airfields are gifts Prussia can keep, Latvia would consider that punishment but liquor is different.
“I found it in a cabinet,” Prussia proudly says. Latvia stutters and can't get a word out that can describe the insanity of stealing from Russia. “Hey, we're all communists anyway. That means we have to share.”
Latvia seriously doubts it but the damage is already done and he is guilty by association. He might as well get something out of it beyond punishment.
If there is a Hell 4b/5
anonymous
November 19 2009, 10:37:28 UTC
They share the bottles and toast in wine glasses since Prussia apparently took the first glasses he found in the kitchen. They keep the lights off and Prussia even manages to keep his voice down. Latvia begins to feel more relaxed. Perhaps Russia won't even notice, he has lots and lots of vodka. While alcohol makes Latvia calm and it proves to make Prussia talkative and aggravated.
“This house is horrible,” Prussia says. “I don't get how you could stand it before I came here and made it better. All you people do is to lurk in corners and you never say anything or do anything, you don't stand up for each other and you pretend nothing bad ever happens while you jump at shadows. You all suck.”
“It's not that easy,” Latvia protests.
He wants to explain to Prussia that he never has been a great power and there was always someone wanting to invade him, Prussia himself was one of them. That Russia has always lurked on his doorstep even when he was independent and when it has been like that forever it's not as easy as Prussia makes it sound. Every time he tries to stand up for himself he just gets slapped down again, why should he keep trying?
“And what's the point anyway," he says because the rest is too hard to put in words. "All you manage to do is to get hurt. How can you stand it?”
“There are worse things than physical pain you know. Like knowing Russia and his damn commies are right, there is no god. If there ever was one he is either dead or has forsaken Prussia. All that time I fought for nothing. Now I denounced my religion, my country, my people and it makes no difference whatsoever, no one cares. Germany is getting cozy with the west and he just want to forget I ever existed. Hungary pines after her stupid husband and pretends like she doesn't even recognize me anymore just because I'm wearing a Russian uniform. They can all go to hell. At least Russia cares.”
“I-I'm sorry,” Latvia starts but he doesn't know how to finish. What can he possible say? That he knows what it is like? But he doesn't know, he knows what it is like to live with Russia but he never had as much to lose as Prussia and has never been left with so little. Lithuania had a point, whatever Latvia has lost he still has his people and his land.
“Fuck it, I don't want to talk about it,” Prussia says and empties his glass in one sweep. And in his typical fashion he goes in a completely different direction than expected. “Do you want to make out with me? You are very small but you are not that young, are you?”
“I'm not that young and I would be bigger if Russia didn't push down my head all the time.”
Prussia laughs like his previous tirade never happened. “You and me both. I could be amazing if Russia didn't hold me back, I could have Sweden and Lithuania and you and whatever I wanted.”
Latvia could never have guessed that his first kiss would be with Prussia. He has fantasized about kissing Estonia but he rather wants Estonia to be like his older brother even if Estonia and Lithuania don't want any adoptive siblings. Prussia is good at kissing, even if he is drunk, or perhaps Latvia just have low standards since he is also drunk.
They drink more and then they kiss some more. Latvia half hopes and half dreads that Prussia will attempt to go further but he doesn't.
If there is a Hell 4c/5
anonymous
November 19 2009, 10:40:13 UTC
Of course Russia gets angry. At both of them. He doesn't buy the communist argument and slams his fist into Prussia's face when he decides that Russia will listen if he makes the same argument again, only louder.
“Basement,” Russia says and Latvia begins to shiver uncontrollably.
“You make me so frustrated” he says and takes a firm grip on Prussia's hair. He drags a wildly protesting Prussia down the stairs while Latvia submissively follows. He doesn't dare to protest, it will make things worse. He feverishly hopes Russia won't take out his annoyance on him. He is behaving.
Latvia watches quietly and obediently as Russia rips of Prussia's shirt and chains him to the wall. Latvia feels sorry for the other nation and thinks about what Prussia said about how no one ever does anything. He takes off his own shirt without hesitation when Russia orders him to, he knows very well how this game is played. When Russia gets the whip Latvia makes a strangled sound and Russia pets his head.
“I know it was Kaliningrad's idea,” he says. Latvia's breathing slows down a little. “I am not going to hurt you that much.”
Latvia only gets five lashes and even if he is in tears at the end of it he is grateful over how easily he got away. His skin barley broke, Russia wasn't really trying. He must have saved that for Prussia, who he whips until he starts to sob and Russia's arm gets tired.
Latvia tries to make himself as small as possible in a corner. Perhaps Prussia will understand one day, why he can't stand to make himself a target, why he wants Russia to like him instead of beating him and why Lithuania and Estonia aren't his brothers, no matter how much he wishes it would be so.
Russia unchains Prussia and kisses him deeply. Latvia wishes he did not have to watch this, to see how Prussia melts in his capturer's arms and kisses back. Latvia wants to continue to think about Prussia as a force of nature not even Russia can tame.
“Why can you not be like this all the time?” Russia asks. Prussia is not in a state to answer and Russia picks him up and drops him into one of the cells that are never used anymore.
“Come Latvia,” Russia orders and they leave Prussia behind in the basement that is more of a dungeon.
*
Russia lets out a subdued Prussia from the basement a few days later. It seems like he finally found one punishment that actually works. The next time Russia threatens to lock him up in the basement Prussia shivers almost as bad as Latvia and keeps his head down.
Last chapter is Prussia POV and I'm a bit sad I'm almost done, this must be the longest and most violent thing I ever written..
Lithuania accepts that Prussia is too hurt to work and makes sure he gets something to read and food brought to his room. Prussia regains his spirit before his health and claims he is happy to read Russian newspapers in his bed in the middle of the day instead of being bossed around by Lithuania.
“Lithuania can be a little bossy,” Latvia agrees since he knows Lithuania is in the kitchen at this hour and can't overhear him.
“Liet is not as small and cute as Russia thinks,” Prussia says and he almost spits out the nickname. “He's an asshole.”
The price of having Lithuania as a buffer between them and Russia is having Lithuania order them around in Russia's absence. Latvia can see why it irks Prussia when he gets the downside but not the perks.
Latvia has other things to do but he says yes when Prussia asks if he wants to play some chess. Lithuania never hit someone with a pipe, what is he really worried about?
Prussia looks like the type who would play recklessly and throw pieces around when he loses but to Latvia's surprise he gets really into the game and kicks Latvia's ass without effort.
“I told you Kaliningrad is awesome,” Prussia says. “Seriously though, I can teach you some stuff if you like. Chess is serious business, you have to treat is as such.”
“Sure,” Latvia says, fascinated by this new side of Prussia.
Lithuania is a bit pissed off later that evening but Latvia doesn't care.
*
Latvia awakes with a scream when he feels a hot breath raking of alcohol on his face. Oh god, what is Russia doing here, he can imagine all to well what Russia is doing here, he thought Russia wasn't interested in him that way and-
“Shut up” a voice interrupts his panic. It's Prussia of all people who has crawled down in bed with him and he looks innocent for someone who has stolen most of his blanket. “We don't want to wake up everyone, do we?”
“W-what are you doing here?” Latvia mumbles, still confused over this strange awakening.
“I don't like drinking alone all the time and you're the only one I like even a little. You are so small and cute!”
Prussia must be a little drunk already. He has one bottle in his hand and another unopened one on the nightstand.
“How did you get vodka?” Latvia asks. Did Russia give it to him as a gift? Deeply unfair if so, Latvia has so much troubles getting hold of any alcohol and Russia almost never gives him anything. Russian troops and Russian airfields are gifts Prussia can keep, Latvia would consider that punishment but liquor is different.
“I found it in a cabinet,” Prussia proudly says. Latvia stutters and can't get a word out that can describe the insanity of stealing from Russia. “Hey, we're all communists anyway. That means we have to share.”
Latvia seriously doubts it but the damage is already done and he is guilty by association. He might as well get something out of it beyond punishment.
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“This house is horrible,” Prussia says. “I don't get how you could stand it before I came here and made it better. All you people do is to lurk in corners and you never say anything or do anything, you don't stand up for each other and you pretend nothing bad ever happens while you jump at shadows. You all suck.”
“It's not that easy,” Latvia protests.
He wants to explain to Prussia that he never has been a great power and there was always someone wanting to invade him, Prussia himself was one of them. That Russia has always lurked on his doorstep even when he was independent and when it has been like that forever it's not as easy as Prussia makes it sound. Every time he tries to stand up for himself he just gets slapped down again, why should he keep trying?
“And what's the point anyway," he says because the rest is too hard to put in words. "All you manage to do is to get hurt. How can you stand it?”
“There are worse things than physical pain you know. Like knowing Russia and his damn commies are right, there is no god. If there ever was one he is either dead or has forsaken Prussia. All that time I fought for nothing. Now I denounced my religion, my country, my people and it makes no difference whatsoever, no one cares. Germany is getting cozy with the west and he just want to forget I ever existed. Hungary pines after her stupid husband and pretends like she doesn't even recognize me anymore just because I'm wearing a Russian uniform. They can all go to hell. At least Russia cares.”
“I-I'm sorry,” Latvia starts but he doesn't know how to finish. What can he possible say? That he knows what it is like? But he doesn't know, he knows what it is like to live with Russia but he never had as much to lose as Prussia and has never been left with so little. Lithuania had a point, whatever Latvia has lost he still has his people and his land.
“Fuck it, I don't want to talk about it,” Prussia says and empties his glass in one sweep. And in his typical fashion he goes in a completely different direction than expected. “Do you want to make out with me? You are very small but you are not that young, are you?”
“I'm not that young and I would be bigger if Russia didn't push down my head all the time.”
Prussia laughs like his previous tirade never happened. “You and me both. I could be amazing if Russia didn't hold me back, I could have Sweden and Lithuania and you and whatever I wanted.”
Latvia could never have guessed that his first kiss would be with Prussia. He has fantasized about kissing Estonia but he rather wants Estonia to be like his older brother even if Estonia and Lithuania don't want any adoptive siblings. Prussia is good at kissing, even if he is drunk, or perhaps Latvia just have low standards since he is also drunk.
They drink more and then they kiss some more. Latvia half hopes and half dreads that Prussia will attempt to go further but he doesn't.
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“Basement,” Russia says and Latvia begins to shiver uncontrollably.
“Hell no,” Prussia protests. “It's cold enough here!”
Russia sighs and massages his temples.
“You make me so frustrated” he says and takes a firm grip on Prussia's hair. He drags a wildly protesting Prussia down the stairs while Latvia submissively follows. He doesn't dare to protest, it will make things worse. He feverishly hopes Russia won't take out his annoyance on him. He is behaving.
Latvia watches quietly and obediently as Russia rips of Prussia's shirt and chains him to the wall. Latvia feels sorry for the other nation and thinks about what Prussia said about how no one ever does anything. He takes off his own shirt without hesitation when Russia orders him to, he knows very well how this game is played. When Russia gets the whip Latvia makes a strangled sound and Russia pets his head.
“I know it was Kaliningrad's idea,” he says. Latvia's breathing slows down a little. “I am not going to hurt you that much.”
Latvia only gets five lashes and even if he is in tears at the end of it he is grateful over how easily he got away. His skin barley broke, Russia wasn't really trying. He must have saved that for Prussia, who he whips until he starts to sob and Russia's arm gets tired.
Latvia tries to make himself as small as possible in a corner. Perhaps Prussia will understand one day, why he can't stand to make himself a target, why he wants Russia to like him instead of beating him and why Lithuania and Estonia aren't his brothers, no matter how much he wishes it would be so.
Russia unchains Prussia and kisses him deeply. Latvia wishes he did not have to watch this, to see how Prussia melts in his capturer's arms and kisses back. Latvia wants to continue to think about Prussia as a force of nature not even Russia can tame.
“Why can you not be like this all the time?” Russia asks. Prussia is not in a state to answer and Russia picks him up and drops him into one of the cells that are never used anymore.
“Come Latvia,” Russia orders and they leave Prussia behind in the basement that is more of a dungeon.
*
Russia lets out a subdued Prussia from the basement a few days later. It seems like he finally found one punishment that actually works. The next time Russia threatens to lock him up in the basement Prussia shivers almost as bad as Latvia and keeps his head down.
Last chapter is Prussia POV and I'm a bit sad I'm almost done, this must be the longest and most violent thing I ever written..
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this is so awesome and amazing and all things good
wanna squeeze you ♥
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Anon. Anon!
I just. I just. words.. uh. stunning?
I am also sad that you will be finishing, because this is just too good to end. but I also cannot wait.
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