When you fall 5/5
anonymous
March 2 2010, 15:02:27 UTC
The supplies do not arrive as promised. The winter has come and it is the Russians who have the reinforcements. Everything is falling apart. Now it's Russia who watches Germany with an amused smile, not attacking even though he could. And Germany doesn't have ammunition to waste for someone who isn't going to stay dead.
Germany wonders if Italy bought him another Christmas present, if he is ever going to find out if he did. He wishes he had treated Italy's soldiers better, that could have been his present to Italy.
Because they have almost no food left Germany eats nothing, he can't freeze to death and he can't starve to death. Right now this does not feel like a blessing.
He wishes Italy had sent him that gift instead of eating it and dreams about what it could have been. He misses Italy so much and if it was only Italy here instead of Russia pressing him against the wall and breathing ice into his face.
“Perhaps it is my turn to tell you to surrender while you still have something to offer us,” Russia says. “My commanders think I should tell you that. But I don't want anything from you so I won't.”
Around Russia it's even colder, winter and death follow him like old friends.
“Does General Winter really exist?” Germany asks. He can't be sure if he is going insane or if it really is Russia's unofficial patron saint who claws at him, holds him in place for Russia to play with.
Russia laughs at him.
“He attacks us as brutally but we have learned to be strong. If he beats you, you have no one to blame but yourselves.”
Russia twists his hair and kisses him, Germany tries to melt into the wall and disappear but no such luck. Only Russia has supernatural forces at his disposal. He is so cold that Germany feels numb, paralyzed by Russia's shadows. How could it have came to this, all planning unraveled by factors they should have seen coming from afar?
“You're not even fighting back anymore,” Russia complains. “Why is your army so useless now? It isn't as fun when you are the ones starving, is it? We endure in Leningrad but you fall apart so easily. Soon, very soon, I'll take you home with me. Don't you look forward to that?”
He slaps Germany's face a couple of times but General Winter's pawing hurts worse. Russia eventually lets go and tells him to be more amusing next time.
“You have to leave,” Germany's general says. “Imagine the consequences if Russia managed to capture you.”
Germany can't leave his people behind like this, can he? But on the other hand, what would be the point of a senseless sacrifice? He can't turn the tide now and eventually Russia will stop playing around. He isn't quite sure anymore that Russia wouldn't be able to hold him. Especially now when he fears he is going insane. In daylight, among his own people, it's easy to convince himself that Russia's General only was an hallucination caused by cold and hunger.
“Retreat while you can,” his commanders insist. “We will hold out for a little longer.”
Germany looks over his army, his once so impressive force that cut through Russia with little resistance. Everyone comes to Russia to fail. Perhaps, perhaps he can return home, regroup and send more forces. Perhaps he can make peace with England and concentrate on Russia, Russia and his communists no one ever liked anyway. Perhaps Russia can't do all the things he taunted them with.
But what if he can?
Germany leaves everything behind and the shame burns so badly that it feels like a physical wound. Behind him he can hear Russia laugh hysterically.
"Hope you like this sight!" Russia screams. “This is how your home will look like when I'm done with you! Go ahead and run. It doesn't matter. I already know the road to Berlin!”
Re: When you fall 5/5
anonymous
March 2 2010, 16:02:15 UTC
Waah, I don't want this to be over yet! D: I really, really liked this fill. More specifically, I liked the way you had Russia and Germany interact. It was awesome. <3
Re: When you fall 5/5
anonymous
July 14 2010, 16:22:28 UTC
Wow, this was great. Russia was truly terrifying at the end, but I also liked the evening out of Germany's out terrible strength at first. The way Russia copes with everything, and how he never lets go of his hsitorical desperation. I wish you'd continued to the taking of Belrin by the Red Army, and German soldiers desperately and in tears surrendering to the westenr allies so long as they aren't handed over to RussiansXD
Germany wonders if Italy bought him another Christmas present, if he is ever going to find out if he did. He wishes he had treated Italy's soldiers better, that could have been his present to Italy.
Because they have almost no food left Germany eats nothing, he can't freeze to death and he can't starve to death. Right now this does not feel like a blessing.
He wishes Italy had sent him that gift instead of eating it and dreams about what it could have been. He misses Italy so much and if it was only Italy here instead of Russia pressing him against the wall and breathing ice into his face.
“Perhaps it is my turn to tell you to surrender while you still have something to offer us,” Russia says. “My commanders think I should tell you that. But I don't want anything from you so I won't.”
Around Russia it's even colder, winter and death follow him like old friends.
“Does General Winter really exist?” Germany asks. He can't be sure if he is going insane or if it really is Russia's unofficial patron saint who claws at him, holds him in place for Russia to play with.
Russia laughs at him.
“He attacks us as brutally but we have learned to be strong. If he beats you, you have no one to blame but yourselves.”
Russia twists his hair and kisses him, Germany tries to melt into the wall and disappear but no such luck. Only Russia has supernatural forces at his disposal. He is so cold that Germany feels numb, paralyzed by Russia's shadows. How could it have came to this, all planning unraveled by factors they should have seen coming from afar?
“You're not even fighting back anymore,” Russia complains. “Why is your army so useless now? It isn't as fun when you are the ones starving, is it? We endure in Leningrad but you fall apart so easily. Soon, very soon, I'll take you home with me. Don't you look forward to that?”
He slaps Germany's face a couple of times but General Winter's pawing hurts worse. Russia eventually lets go and tells him to be more amusing next time.
“You have to leave,” Germany's general says. “Imagine the consequences if Russia managed to capture you.”
Germany can't leave his people behind like this, can he? But on the other hand, what would be the point of a senseless sacrifice? He can't turn the tide now and eventually Russia will stop playing around. He isn't quite sure anymore that Russia wouldn't be able to hold him. Especially now when he fears he is going insane. In daylight, among his own people, it's easy to convince himself that Russia's General only was an hallucination caused by cold and hunger.
“Retreat while you can,” his commanders insist. “We will hold out for a little longer.”
Germany looks over his army, his once so impressive force that cut through Russia with little resistance. Everyone comes to Russia to fail. Perhaps, perhaps he can return home, regroup and send more forces. Perhaps he can make peace with England and concentrate on Russia, Russia and his communists no one ever liked anyway. Perhaps Russia can't do all the things he taunted them with.
But what if he can?
Germany leaves everything behind and the shame burns so badly that it feels like a physical wound. Behind him he can hear Russia laugh hysterically.
"Hope you like this sight!" Russia screams. “This is how your home will look like when I'm done with you! Go ahead and run. It doesn't matter. I already know the road to Berlin!”
Germany keeps running without looking back.
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