Blood must be spilled (part 3)
anonymous
December 1 2009, 21:53:04 UTC
Prussia remembers Russia's threats when Russia comes to inspect his work. He hopes Russia is impressed, he has worked hard and he likes what he is doing. Perhaps Russia will allow him to continue even when a new boss replaces the old if he tries to keep calm and submissive. But that is not Prussia's natural behavior and it's very hard for him to keep up. Russia makes a snide remark about how Prussia has never once used his right to execute or deport traitors and wonders if he has gone weak.
“You bastard,” Prussia explodes. He is so tired of the paranoia that stops him from doing his job properly. “We're supposed to lead our people, not fucking kill them. Shut the fuck up, no one is going to send my men to Siberia!”
“Your men?” Russia says in a dangerous tone. Luckily they are alone, Russia wouldn't have cared if they had an audience when he whips Prussia across the face with his gun. “My children have a long history of being untrustworthy and you think you can change that in a few years?”
Prussia bites back all the insults he wants to scream. It might not be just him Russia ends up punishing.
Russia lift him from the floor and brings him into the bedroom.
“Complain to the boss if you dare,” he says before he throws Prussia face down on the mattress. Of course Prussia won't, being used by the enemy is against everything the Prussian myth stands for. Russia is more careful than he dared to hope for, perhaps because Prussia won't heal as fast anymore. There is no point fighting against the Soviet Union when he is just Gilbert. Prussia forces himself to be still and takes it without protests. Russia doesn't care about his pleasure and Prussia is almost grateful, the only thing that could make this worse would be if his own body betrayed him as well.
“It's for your own good,” Russia says when he is satisfied. “Remember you belong to me, bosses come and go but I remain.”
“Let me contact my brother,” Prussia asks the next morning, throwing his last dignity aside. “Please. He isn't going to tell anyone.”
“No.”
“Why? I've done everything you asked.”
“My boss would make some excuse but I'll just tell you the truth. I hate Germany, it amuses me to see the look in his eyes when I tell him you cried before I killed you.”
Prussia looks down and hates Russia beyond words.
“If you try to contact him without my permission I will begin to deport or execute everyone you care about and because I don't have the time to figure out who those people are I'll just deport everyone you have been in contact with. Contra-revolutionaries need to be dealt with through any means necessary and I have the authority to do so.”
“I will not try to contact Germany,” Prussia says in defeat. Standing up against Russia has become so hard now when he has something to lose again.
Stalin dies and Prussia locks himself in his room where he can't stop shaking. Stalin might have been evil and crazy and more, but he understood the Prussian awesomeness. On an instinctive level he got what no one else did, that Prussia needs no more reason to fight than the fire needs a reason to burn. That he could be trusted with weapons and responsibility even if he had been the enemy not long ago. Now Prussia is at the mercy of Russia instead.
When Russia turns his attention to Prussia again Prussia has made some promises to himself. He is going to absolutely everything to make stop Russia from starting up purges, no matter how degrading. He'll throw himself at Russia's feet in front of the entire army if he has to. Prussia can't stand the thought of his men dying just because the boss he barley acknowledged as his once fucked Russia over.
Russia inspects his trainees without showing much emotion and says it looks satisfying. Prussia breathes out a little. There will be a price for this mercy to pay later, Prussia has no doubt.
They have dinner together later that day and Russia tells him about the latest developments in Moscow. The new boss has no interest in him and doesn't even know what he truly is.
“What happens now?” Prussia asks.
“I can still use you,” Russia says. “When you stop being useful I will kill you.”
Nothing horrible happens and nothing more is asked of him. Russia leaves Prussia unharmed and confused and returns to his mansion.
Re: Blood must be spilled (part 3)
anonymous
December 2 2009, 15:09:58 UTC
Anon, you are awesomeness incarnate! I love your character voices; they're spot-on and in character, and OHMYGOD, I'm fangirling so hard you wouldn't believe it! Please, please, please continue with this! The kink meme needs more Russia/Prussia goodness. <3<3<3
Russia makes a snide remark about how Prussia has never once used his right to execute or deport traitors and wonders if he has gone weak.
“You bastard,” Prussia explodes. He is so tired of the paranoia that stops him from doing his job properly. “We're supposed to lead our people, not fucking kill them. Shut the fuck up, no one is going to send my men to Siberia!”
“Your men?” Russia says in a dangerous tone. Luckily they are alone, Russia wouldn't have cared if they had an audience when he whips Prussia across the face with his gun. “My children have a long history of being untrustworthy and you think you can change that in a few years?”
Prussia bites back all the insults he wants to scream. It might not be just him Russia ends up punishing.
Russia lift him from the floor and brings him into the bedroom.
“Complain to the boss if you dare,” he says before he throws Prussia face down on the mattress. Of course Prussia won't, being used by the enemy is against everything the Prussian myth stands for. Russia is more careful than he dared to hope for, perhaps because Prussia won't heal as fast anymore. There is no point fighting against the Soviet Union when he is just Gilbert. Prussia forces himself to be still and takes it without protests. Russia doesn't care about his pleasure and Prussia is almost grateful, the only thing that could make this worse would be if his own body betrayed him as well.
“It's for your own good,” Russia says when he is satisfied. “Remember you belong to me, bosses come and go but I remain.”
“Let me contact my brother,” Prussia asks the next morning, throwing his last dignity aside. “Please. He isn't going to tell anyone.”
“No.”
“Why? I've done everything you asked.”
“My boss would make some excuse but I'll just tell you the truth. I hate Germany, it amuses me to see the look in his eyes when I tell him you cried before I killed you.”
Prussia looks down and hates Russia beyond words.
“If you try to contact him without my permission I will begin to deport or execute everyone you care about and because I don't have the time to figure out who those people are I'll just deport everyone you have been in contact with. Contra-revolutionaries need to be dealt with through any means necessary and I have the authority to do so.”
“I will not try to contact Germany,” Prussia says in defeat. Standing up against Russia has become so hard now when he has something to lose again.
Stalin dies and Prussia locks himself in his room where he can't stop shaking. Stalin might have been evil and crazy and more, but he understood the Prussian awesomeness. On an instinctive level he got what no one else did, that Prussia needs no more reason to fight than the fire needs a reason to burn. That he could be trusted with weapons and responsibility even if he had been the enemy not long ago. Now Prussia is at the mercy of Russia instead.
When Russia turns his attention to Prussia again Prussia has made some promises to himself. He is going to absolutely everything to make stop Russia from starting up purges, no matter how degrading. He'll throw himself at Russia's feet in front of the entire army if he has to. Prussia can't stand the thought of his men dying just because the boss he barley acknowledged as his once fucked Russia over.
Russia inspects his trainees without showing much emotion and says it looks satisfying. Prussia breathes out a little. There will be a price for this mercy to pay later, Prussia has no doubt.
They have dinner together later that day and Russia tells him about the latest developments in Moscow. The new boss has no interest in him and doesn't even know what he truly is.
“What happens now?” Prussia asks.
“I can still use you,” Russia says. “When you stop being useful I will kill you.”
Nothing horrible happens and nothing more is asked of him. Russia leaves Prussia unharmed and confused and returns to his mansion.
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This fic gave me shivers in the best way! F5ing for more!
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