Traumatic Experience – Austria 1a/1
anonymous
May 9 2011, 06:09:56 UTC
AN: Hi there! Second anon is back. It was kinda meant to be a 2 page oneshot, but it kinda got away from me. I don’t know what happened, to tell you the truth. No significant warnings to speak off. Of course, other than Austria being put through a traumatic experience. And, maybe a small hint of the pairing Germany/Austria, but there are no real defined pairings in this. Well, I hope you like it, OP~ -
It was funny how a life of routine could change in an instant.
Austria was in the process of walking to his car after attending a meeting that went late into the night. He had walked the same path many times before, so thought little of it as he had encountered no incident before.
Until tonight.
He was halfway across the darkened car lot when he heard the faint sound of feet hitting the gravelled ground at a running pace. It was quiet at first, off in the distance, but quickly grew in volume. On reflex, Austria glanced over his shoulder just in order to give a curious look. He saw a shadow and a glint of something metal.
A moment later he felt a heavy weight fall over his back of his shoulders, so sudden that he dropped his folders and stumbled forward, the force causing his glasses to slip from his nose and tumble to the ground. He felt something close around his throat and his upper arm, and he was abruptly turned around in the opposite direction of where he was walking.
He was being dragged to the other corner of the parking lot.
“Stop it!” Austria called out on reflex, immediately starting to struggle against whoever it was that was holding him.
“Shut up!” a deep and unfamiliar voice hissed at him, and lifted something into his line of sight.
A knife. A filleting kitchen knife, to be exact.
“What are you doing?” Austria demanded loudly as he tugged strongly on the arm around his throat, his eyes never straying away from the knife in front of him.
The man holding him grunted, lifting the hand holding the knife and pressed it under his chin, causing Austria to tilt his head back to try to avoid it. However, by doing so the back of his head rested on his attacker’s shoulder and the man hissed warningly in his ear.
“Move and I’ll slit your throat.”
“What do you want?” Austria asked as he momentarily ceased in his struggles. “I don’t have any money on me.”
“Shut up!” the man snarled as he continued in dragging him. “Shut the fuck up!”
Austria was suddenly whipped around and was pushed forward. He felt his cheek hit the cool, flat surface of a car -certainly not his car-, a hand on the back of his head pushing him down - and keeping him there. He grunted when he felt his arm roughly, painfully being pulled behind him, pinned against his back. The filthy hand on his head disappeared, only to grab his other arm, mimicking the motion.
His arms were pulled back, his wrists crossed over against the small of his back. They were being held there with one large, callous hand, and no matter how hard he tugged, he couldn’t loosen the man’s grip.
No, he needed his hands to escape.
Austria tried to push back against his assailant, but he was in a vulnerable position, no leverage for him to retaliate and he was soon restrained...by the man’s body pressing against his, one of the man’s legs between his.
Oh God, he wasn’t planning to...?
A sickening feeling of dread appeared in the pit of his stomach when he felt something being wrapped around his wrists. A rope of plastic fibres; harsh against the fragile skin of his wrists. The rope was wound in a cross like manner around his wrists; alternating between vertical bindings followed by horizontal, the interlocking layers kept a firm grip.
The finishing knot was just as secure. He couldn’t move his hands at all.
He was making quite a bit of noise, hoping that maybe someone would stumble upon them and his attacker would get nervous and run off. But no one seemed to be around. No one came for him. The man was yelling at him, spitting and swearing with a rather limited vocabulary, but it wasn’t until he felt something cool and sharp press against the back of his throat did Austria stop in his struggles.
“I’ll fucking kill you! I’ll fucking cut your throat!”
Traumatic Experience – Austria 1b/1
anonymous
May 9 2011, 06:12:09 UTC
The man grabbed him roughly by the upper part of his arm, yanking him off the bonnet of the car and onto his feet. Austria’s knees buckled for a moment, but his assaulter soon righted him again and dragged him toward the back of his car. With another hard yank he pulled Austria against his chest, knife as his throat. Austria bit his lips together as he tried to ignore the rational need to gag from the vile feeling of having such a man hold him so close, so tightly.
But he was soon alerted that his attacker was up to something, he fumbling around with his free hand.
What was he...?
No! Dammit, he was not going to allow him to shove him in the trunk of his car. If he got in this car, he’ll never escape.
The trunk popped open and Austria tried to push away with his legs. He still had a chance to escape. But a hand to his throat stopped him and he was literally thrown into the back of his now kidnapper’s car. He kicked out at him in retaliation, and as reflex, but received a backhand to his face in return, making him cry out in pain. He was then roughly pushed further into the small trunk of a car, oily rags and miscellaneous objects filling it with filth.
The man roughly grabbed him by his legs, pressing them together as he tied a blue rope around his ankles - tightly. Painfully tight. He then dropped his legs into the trunk, pushing him down when he tried to sit up.
With his hand at his throat once again, the unnamed man was searching for something in the trunk. Austria couldn’t see what he was doing, but he knew he was searching for something.
A moment later, the man leaned over him and placed something over his mouth, tying it at the back of his head. A gag. It tasted vile. He felt bile rise in his throat and he almost choked. Again, more tears stung his eyes, leaving an itchy, sticky trail as they slipped over his lashes and down his cheeks.
He found himself looking up at his attacker; his eyes were dark, black even, while the whites of his eyes were bloodshot and pink. The man...wasn’t all there in the head. High on drugs? Most likely, but that made him even more unpredictable and dangerous.
That face...scraggily, unshaven, numerous scars. He could never forget that face now.
Suddenly, the knife earned his focused as it was nearly shoved in his face.
“Fucking look at me and I’ll kill ya.”
Austria squeezed his eyes shut, turning his face away from the blade pressed against his cheek.
The man hasty moved away, Austria releasing the breath he didn’t know he was holding through his gag. Gripping the knife with his teeth, his kidnapper looked around skittishly and nervously as he held onto the door of the trunk.
Then, he slammed the door shut, plunging Austria into total darkness.
Austria heard and felt the dip of the car when his kidnapper climbed inside and started the engine. In a matter of seconds, the car was in motion, the car shuddering and shaking as he drove recklessly, hastily trying to put as much distance between them and the place Austria was abducted.
He rolled onto his back as he tried to gather at least some of his bearings to assess the situation.
His arms were tied behind his back, bound tightly at his wrists, which were pressed against the small of his back. It was uncomfortable, his back arching from his arms. He was also starting to get cramps in his legs from the small space and the bindings around his ankles. He could not move far with his bindings, not that there was anywhere for him to go exactly.
The prison around him was small, tight...dark. Very dark. His knees were touching the roof of the trunk. He could feel it, but not see it.
His body was tensed, awkward and strained. He could not find an ounce of comfort.
He couldn’t see a thing. There was no light. Only the noise of the car engine, loud and rumbling, was heard. However, it was no match to the sound of his pulse in his ears. His breathing was increasing, his heart pounding. He was starting to feel claustrophobic. He tried to lie still, anticipating any corners and sudden stops by straining his body, limiting any further injury done to him.
He needed to stay awake if he wanted to find a way to escape.
Traumatic Experience – Austria 1c/1
anonymous
May 9 2011, 06:14:18 UTC
What was this man planning to do with him? He was...he was probably going to take him somewhere, rape him and then kill him. Or attempt to kill him and leave him for dead in some ditch, near some back country road, where he’ll lie for hours and hours, in intense pain.
He was a nation and nations could not die at the hand of a mortal. But they went through a transition of death - and it hurt like hell. The state of death was peaceful; the process of death was painful.
Austria squeezed his eyes shut as a muffled sob escaped. He couldn’t move much, hardly an inch, but he felt himself tremble, his limbs twitching from the painfully position he was forced into.
It was so dark. His eyes just could not adjust, especially without his glasses.
His glasses. He hoped that someone would find his glasses. They’ll know something happened to him then.
Would anyone find him after...after...?
Another sob. He didn’t want to think about it. But he knew...what the possible outcomes were.
“You better not be making any fucking noise back there!”
What noise could he possibly make? Perhaps, kick at his prison with his legs. Yet, even that would have limited results. The car was still moving. Who could possibly hear him?
Think. There had to be a way out. Most cars come with a handle inside the trunk to open it. But...even if he could somehow find it in the pitch black and then manoeuvre himself so that he could grasp it with his hands, that were pinned behind his back, what then? He can’t exactly get out and run.
He needed to loosen his bindings somehow, to regain some sort of control over the situation. Even if it just a little bit of control.
He wriggled his wrists, twisting and pulling at them, but he could feel the rope ripping at his skin. The pain was too much, he had to stop. He wasn’t getting anywhere.
There had to be something in the car that could help him. Something sharp that would cut through the rope. There had to be.
But he was momentarily disorientated when the car came to a sudden halt, causing him to hit the inside wall of the trunk. The car shuddered by the force of the door being thrown open and then slammed shut. Austria’s breathe quickened when he heard footsteps, feet scuffing across a gravelled surface.
Is he...is he coming for me?
The footsteps, however, faded away.
Austria released a slow breath through his nose. Maybe he was abandoned? Would it be possible that his captor had second thoughts?
Lying still so not to draw the attention of his attacker, Austria held his breath and listened. He could hear the hum of passing cars, infrequently driving by. He could also hear the distant sound of voices; merely laughing to themselves. A cold chill came over him.
The noise could be one of two possibilities: One, his captor was purchasing something to be use to maim him with. Or two, he was getting some friends to have some fun.
He gritted his teeth when an overly flamboyant laugh rang out in the distance. How could they be out there, having fun when he was trapped, his life literally in the balance?
How could they? Why wasn’t anyone helping him?
Then, the sound of approaching feet. His heart about stopped completely.
Don’t let it be him. Don’t let it be him.
The sound was close. Very close. He could hear each footstep as he walked around him. He sounded as though he was pacing, scuffing at the gravel. Then, the car door was opened. He heard the squeaky hinges for a second before the car dipped ever so slightly, signalling that the driver was back. The car door slammed shut, the motor revving up and then the engine was in full gear.
Traumatic Experience – Austria 1d/1
anonymous
May 9 2011, 06:16:17 UTC
Austria allowed a sob to escape, letting his head loll to the side, staring blankly into the darkness. It was far from over.
However, something felt different. There were no threatening words being hurled at him and the driver was erratic. Far more so than before. Maybe he was getting desperate now? The longer he was alive, the higher the chance of him getting a glance of his kidnapper’s face.
But he was pretty sure he heard a laugh which sounded familiar.
He didn’t have time to ponder that thought, though, as the car came to a screeching halt, Austria hitting the back of the trunk yet again. Then, the car became completely still and silent.
What was happening?
“Bruder!”
“West~ You’re up late, Kesesese~”
“Bruder, you stole a car. Again.”
That voice. He recognised that voice. He held onto that realisation like a lifeline.
He had to get their attention. He had to let them know. They can’t leave him. Twisting his body so that he was on his side, Austria straightened out his legs, banging on the inside of the trunk with his two feet together. A hollow thunk echoed through the enclosed space.
Then, there was silence.
No, no, no, did they leave?
“Did you...hear something?”
A sob hitched in Austria’s throat, smothered by the gag in his mouth. They were still there. Biting his teeth into the gag, he strained himself and kicked the side of his prison again, harder this time. He had to let them know. They had to find him.
“It came from the trunk... Bruder, what did you do this time?”
“Nothing!”
Just open the trunk, please.
The sound of feet, two pairs, walking on an uneven, crunchy surface moved toward him. Slowly. Cautiously. Hush whispering, fighting on who would be the one to open the trunk.
Austria kicked out again.
Out. He wanted to get out now!
Light suddenly filled his vision and Austria squeezed his eyes shut. It hurt, after being in so much blinding darkness, but the light of the street lights was still a glorious thing to see.
“Holy fucking shit!”
“Austria! Roderick!”
A large pair of hands latched onto him and Austria felt himself being pulled into a sitting position. He heard two voices, both of them talking to him, but he wasn’t listening. All he could focus on was the air of the night against his sweaty and tearstained face. Then, he could breath, gasping for fresh air when the disgusting rag was removed from his mouth. His chest heaved as he coughed. The hand on his back was soothing, reassuring.
“Knife. We need to cut these bindings.”
“Here, I’ll get his legs.”
First, there was a tightening of his binding, making him hiss in pain. Then, the pressure vanished and he found movement in his limbs again. He could move.
“What happened? Who did this to you?”
Grabbing onto the front of Germany’s shirt with white knuckles, the words of what happened tumbled from his lips, telling them what he heard, saw and remembered. He told them about the knife, about the man threatening to cut his throat, the attacker threatening him over and over again.
He didn’t really know what he was saying; he was just speaking for the sake of speaking. He was speaking because he could. He wasn’t dead. He had survived.
Austria rested his head on Germany’s shoulder as the blond picked him up and carried him inside, into the warm sanctuary of indoors. He wasn’t home, but he was with those he knew, those he was familiar with. He was in a set of arms, so strong and true around his waist and under the bend of his knees, holding him tightly - safely.
Luck. Nothing but fool’s luck that Prussia happened to steal a car that held him hostage. Had it not been for the reckless Prussian’s hobby, the outcome would have been so much different.
He could have...he would have...
No. No more. It was over.
Oh god, it was over. He was safe.
“I’ll find that bastard, Roddy, I swear.”
Austria had to give a shaky, but relieved smile at that.
Traumatic Experience – Austria 1e/1
anonymous
May 9 2011, 06:23:57 UTC
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Days had passed now, and he still had heavy bandages on his wrists, rubbed raw from his desperate struggles. He tried to hide them with the sleeves of his shirts and jacket. He didn’t want to look at them. He didn’t want to remember how it felt to have rope tied around his arms. Didn’t want to recall what it felt like to have no control what was happening to him whatsoever.
Only Germany and Prussia knew of what truly happened. He refused to let anyone else know, especially Hungary. She didn’t need to know. It would only worry her.
He tried to carry on with his life as usual; attending meetings, playing his piano, trying to stop Hungary in her matchmaking schemes. And, he was doing that. On the outside, at least. His life was routine, so wasn’t hard to do.
His mind, however, was still playing tricks on him. An unfortunate side-effect to having developed routines was that your mind was free to wander.
He tried to act like nothing happened, but he was still a bit jumpy. He wasn’t clingy, but he didn’t like walking out into the car park alone. Broad daylight or not. Heck, he didn’t much like walking outside, amongst the crowds of people by himself.
Some of the others had noticed him being rather edgy, those with sharper eyes noting the way he wasn’t pushing Prussia away and the Prussian acting far more careful around him than usual. They said nothing, though.
Of which, he was thankful.
Sitting at the meeting table, surrounded by his fellow nations, Austria couldn’t help but wonder if his attacker knew he was the personification of a nation, or whether he was just randomly chosen as a whim. For kicks and giggles. At the wrong place at the wrong time.
Despite all the wars of which he fought, all the bloody battles he had won and lost, the moment he was almost kidnapped by an unnamed man off the street, for a purpose still utterly unknown to him, was something that traumatized him still. In wars he knew what had to be done, knew what to expect. But he knew not how to react when one solitary, dangerous person off the street attacked him.
He wasn’t prepared.
He didn’t know what to do.
But, worst of all, the man was still out there. He was still free, no doubt angry that he had gotten away...and that his car was stolen, but he was still walking around in freedom.
That wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair.
Prussia had gone out hunting for the man, yet to no avail. The man was a random human, not an army. He was just one person, committing one heinous act.
Nations weren’t used to dealing with something like that. Invading armies, destructive wars; fine, he could deal with that. But one person attacking so randomly and suddenly? Was there really a way to deal with that?
The description he gave of the man was rather vague, but he knew, if he ever saw him again, he would immediately recognize him.
“I’m alright,” Austria stiffly said to Germany after receiving yet another concerned glance. “Nothing will happen to me here, surely.”
Not long after that the meeting came to a close. As nations began to file out, Austria lingered behind momentarily, allowing Germany to finish off a few notes before allowing the German to escort him off the premises.
Stepping out of the conference building, Austria noted that a few other nations were loitering outside, France, Spain and Prussia taking the word ‘loitering’ to the extreme. Taking a moment to glance around at his surroundings, Austria felt a cold chill race up his spine and he grabbed onto Germany’s arm without acknowledging it. He was staring at the man across the street.
It was him. They guy who attacked him was just across the street.
Traumatic Experience – Austria 1f/1
anonymous
May 9 2011, 06:26:04 UTC
A strong arm was wrapped around his shoulders. “Was he the one who attacked you?” Germany asked.
Not taking his gaze off the man, Austria could only nod his head once, unable to find his voice. And thankfully, he didn’t need to. Germany understood. He instantly barked out something in German, calling out for his brother.
Half a block away, Prussia snapped his head up from where he was conversing with France and Spain, looking directly at them. Germany barked out something else in his native tongue and Prussia’s attention immediately honed in, like a blood thirsty hound, at the scruffy looking man across the street.
In what seemed like seconds, Prussia was across the street and was now grinding the man’s face into the sidewalk, his fingers fisted in the man’s scraggly hair and repeatedly smashing his face against the cement.
“Do you wish to head inside while we sort this out?” Germany asked him, a sense of anger in his voice. He wanted to be in control, but Austria sensed that he wanted to aide his brother in a beating of a lifetime.
But Austria ruefully shook his head. He had to see him again, stare him down, let him know that he didn’t break him. He had to make sure he was the man who forced him through that whole traumatic experience.
With his hands curled into tight fists as his sides, Austria crossed the street, Germany behind him like a bodyguard. He approached Prussia, who was smirking that crazed grin of his. He looked up, a moment of surprise on his face before frowning and lifting the head up in his hand.
A couple of feet away, Austria lowered himself to his knees, making sure to get a good look of the man’s now bloodied face. It was also to help him hide his shivers of fear, trying to block out the memories.
It was him, alright. Especially since he held a look of realization as well.
“He’s the one,” Austria said as he pushed up his spare glasses with his hand and stood up tall. He took a step back and wrapped his arms around his torso, nodding for Prussia to continue.
Prussia nodded and slammed his head into the ground again. He held him down as he sniggered into his ear. “How about we go for a drive, hmm?”
That sounded like a splendid idea.
“In his car?”
“In his car.”
That sounded even better.
- AN: First time writing something of this nature, so go easy on me, please <3
Wow, anon, simply WOW! I have no other coherent words to say. This fill was magnificent. I was scared for Austria, I truly was. The way you described everything, all the little details were just amazing, his fear felt so very real. Very intense.
Loved how he was found and saved; Prussia simply being a hooligan by stealing a car. Austria’s relief was evident. Lovely work.
I also loved the part where Austria recognizes him in the street and Prussia beats the shit out of him. Revenge at its best.
I’ll say it again, this fill was amazing. Thank you so much for writing this lovely fill for me.
Re: Traumatic Experience – Austria 1f/1
anonymous
May 12 2011, 20:04:20 UTC
Wow, that was awesome and intense! I can't tell you whether you've got right emotions here (having never been kidnapped), but Austria's responses are vivid and scary. Like how he knew if he got into the car it would be all over, and how the inconvenience and pain of being tied up was constant and acute. Also I really love how you didn't just have everything be better as soon as he was rescued. Because trauma stays for a long time! The detail of your work is really superior, too. And the comforting family... d'awwwww...
A few notes. You know what you would really benefit from? A beta. Your writing is pretty smooth and clean but you're suffering from problems like tense switching, which is really difficult to catch in your own work. Recruit an extra pair of eyes, even if just for the grammar parts. Because it's disappointing when a good fill is distracted by minor issues like that. D:
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It was funny how a life of routine could change in an instant.
Austria was in the process of walking to his car after attending a meeting that went late into the night. He had walked the same path many times before, so thought little of it as he had encountered no incident before.
Until tonight.
He was halfway across the darkened car lot when he heard the faint sound of feet hitting the gravelled ground at a running pace. It was quiet at first, off in the distance, but quickly grew in volume. On reflex, Austria glanced over his shoulder just in order to give a curious look. He saw a shadow and a glint of something metal.
A moment later he felt a heavy weight fall over his back of his shoulders, so sudden that he dropped his folders and stumbled forward, the force causing his glasses to slip from his nose and tumble to the ground. He felt something close around his throat and his upper arm, and he was abruptly turned around in the opposite direction of where he was walking.
He was being dragged to the other corner of the parking lot.
“Stop it!” Austria called out on reflex, immediately starting to struggle against whoever it was that was holding him.
“Shut up!” a deep and unfamiliar voice hissed at him, and lifted something into his line of sight.
A knife. A filleting kitchen knife, to be exact.
“What are you doing?” Austria demanded loudly as he tugged strongly on the arm around his throat, his eyes never straying away from the knife in front of him.
The man holding him grunted, lifting the hand holding the knife and pressed it under his chin, causing Austria to tilt his head back to try to avoid it. However, by doing so the back of his head rested on his attacker’s shoulder and the man hissed warningly in his ear.
“Move and I’ll slit your throat.”
“What do you want?” Austria asked as he momentarily ceased in his struggles. “I don’t have any money on me.”
“Shut up!” the man snarled as he continued in dragging him. “Shut the fuck up!”
Austria was suddenly whipped around and was pushed forward. He felt his cheek hit the cool, flat surface of a car -certainly not his car-, a hand on the back of his head pushing him down - and keeping him there. He grunted when he felt his arm roughly, painfully being pulled behind him, pinned against his back. The filthy hand on his head disappeared, only to grab his other arm, mimicking the motion.
His arms were pulled back, his wrists crossed over against the small of his back. They were being held there with one large, callous hand, and no matter how hard he tugged, he couldn’t loosen the man’s grip.
No, he needed his hands to escape.
Austria tried to push back against his assailant, but he was in a vulnerable position, no leverage for him to retaliate and he was soon restrained...by the man’s body pressing against his, one of the man’s legs between his.
Oh God, he wasn’t planning to...?
A sickening feeling of dread appeared in the pit of his stomach when he felt something being wrapped around his wrists. A rope of plastic fibres; harsh against the fragile skin of his wrists. The rope was wound in a cross like manner around his wrists; alternating between vertical bindings followed by horizontal, the interlocking layers kept a firm grip.
The finishing knot was just as secure. He couldn’t move his hands at all.
He was making quite a bit of noise, hoping that maybe someone would stumble upon them and his attacker would get nervous and run off. But no one seemed to be around. No one came for him. The man was yelling at him, spitting and swearing with a rather limited vocabulary, but it wasn’t until he felt something cool and sharp press against the back of his throat did Austria stop in his struggles.
“I’ll fucking kill you! I’ll fucking cut your throat!”
The knife, Austria realized. He still had it.
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But he was soon alerted that his attacker was up to something, he fumbling around with his free hand.
What was he...?
No! Dammit, he was not going to allow him to shove him in the trunk of his car. If he got in this car, he’ll never escape.
The trunk popped open and Austria tried to push away with his legs. He still had a chance to escape. But a hand to his throat stopped him and he was literally thrown into the back of his now kidnapper’s car. He kicked out at him in retaliation, and as reflex, but received a backhand to his face in return, making him cry out in pain. He was then roughly pushed further into the small trunk of a car, oily rags and miscellaneous objects filling it with filth.
The man roughly grabbed him by his legs, pressing them together as he tied a blue rope around his ankles - tightly. Painfully tight. He then dropped his legs into the trunk, pushing him down when he tried to sit up.
With his hand at his throat once again, the unnamed man was searching for something in the trunk. Austria couldn’t see what he was doing, but he knew he was searching for something.
A moment later, the man leaned over him and placed something over his mouth, tying it at the back of his head. A gag. It tasted vile. He felt bile rise in his throat and he almost choked. Again, more tears stung his eyes, leaving an itchy, sticky trail as they slipped over his lashes and down his cheeks.
He found himself looking up at his attacker; his eyes were dark, black even, while the whites of his eyes were bloodshot and pink. The man...wasn’t all there in the head. High on drugs? Most likely, but that made him even more unpredictable and dangerous.
That face...scraggily, unshaven, numerous scars. He could never forget that face now.
Suddenly, the knife earned his focused as it was nearly shoved in his face.
“Fucking look at me and I’ll kill ya.”
Austria squeezed his eyes shut, turning his face away from the blade pressed against his cheek.
The man hasty moved away, Austria releasing the breath he didn’t know he was holding through his gag. Gripping the knife with his teeth, his kidnapper looked around skittishly and nervously as he held onto the door of the trunk.
Then, he slammed the door shut, plunging Austria into total darkness.
Austria heard and felt the dip of the car when his kidnapper climbed inside and started the engine. In a matter of seconds, the car was in motion, the car shuddering and shaking as he drove recklessly, hastily trying to put as much distance between them and the place Austria was abducted.
He rolled onto his back as he tried to gather at least some of his bearings to assess the situation.
His arms were tied behind his back, bound tightly at his wrists, which were pressed against the small of his back. It was uncomfortable, his back arching from his arms. He was also starting to get cramps in his legs from the small space and the bindings around his ankles. He could not move far with his bindings, not that there was anywhere for him to go exactly.
The prison around him was small, tight...dark. Very dark. His knees were touching the roof of the trunk. He could feel it, but not see it.
His body was tensed, awkward and strained. He could not find an ounce of comfort.
He couldn’t see a thing. There was no light. Only the noise of the car engine, loud and rumbling, was heard. However, it was no match to the sound of his pulse in his ears. His breathing was increasing, his heart pounding. He was starting to feel claustrophobic. He tried to lie still, anticipating any corners and sudden stops by straining his body, limiting any further injury done to him.
He needed to stay awake if he wanted to find a way to escape.
To find a way to get out alive.
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He was a nation and nations could not die at the hand of a mortal. But they went through a transition of death - and it hurt like hell. The state of death was peaceful; the process of death was painful.
Austria squeezed his eyes shut as a muffled sob escaped. He couldn’t move much, hardly an inch, but he felt himself tremble, his limbs twitching from the painfully position he was forced into.
It was so dark. His eyes just could not adjust, especially without his glasses.
His glasses. He hoped that someone would find his glasses. They’ll know something happened to him then.
Would anyone find him after...after...?
Another sob. He didn’t want to think about it. But he knew...what the possible outcomes were.
“You better not be making any fucking noise back there!”
What noise could he possibly make? Perhaps, kick at his prison with his legs. Yet, even that would have limited results. The car was still moving. Who could possibly hear him?
Think. There had to be a way out. Most cars come with a handle inside the trunk to open it. But...even if he could somehow find it in the pitch black and then manoeuvre himself so that he could grasp it with his hands, that were pinned behind his back, what then? He can’t exactly get out and run.
He needed to loosen his bindings somehow, to regain some sort of control over the situation. Even if it just a little bit of control.
He wriggled his wrists, twisting and pulling at them, but he could feel the rope ripping at his skin. The pain was too much, he had to stop. He wasn’t getting anywhere.
There had to be something in the car that could help him. Something sharp that would cut through the rope. There had to be.
But he was momentarily disorientated when the car came to a sudden halt, causing him to hit the inside wall of the trunk. The car shuddered by the force of the door being thrown open and then slammed shut. Austria’s breathe quickened when he heard footsteps, feet scuffing across a gravelled surface.
Is he...is he coming for me?
The footsteps, however, faded away.
Austria released a slow breath through his nose. Maybe he was abandoned? Would it be possible that his captor had second thoughts?
Lying still so not to draw the attention of his attacker, Austria held his breath and listened. He could hear the hum of passing cars, infrequently driving by. He could also hear the distant sound of voices; merely laughing to themselves. A cold chill came over him.
The noise could be one of two possibilities: One, his captor was purchasing something to be use to maim him with. Or two, he was getting some friends to have some fun.
He gritted his teeth when an overly flamboyant laugh rang out in the distance. How could they be out there, having fun when he was trapped, his life literally in the balance?
How could they? Why wasn’t anyone helping him?
Then, the sound of approaching feet. His heart about stopped completely.
Don’t let it be him. Don’t let it be him.
The sound was close. Very close. He could hear each footstep as he walked around him. He sounded as though he was pacing, scuffing at the gravel. Then, the car door was opened. He heard the squeaky hinges for a second before the car dipped ever so slightly, signalling that the driver was back. The car door slammed shut, the motor revving up and then the engine was in full gear.
The car was on the move again.
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However, something felt different. There were no threatening words being hurled at him and the driver was erratic. Far more so than before. Maybe he was getting desperate now? The longer he was alive, the higher the chance of him getting a glance of his kidnapper’s face.
But he was pretty sure he heard a laugh which sounded familiar.
He didn’t have time to ponder that thought, though, as the car came to a screeching halt, Austria hitting the back of the trunk yet again. Then, the car became completely still and silent.
What was happening?
“Bruder!”
“West~ You’re up late, Kesesese~”
“Bruder, you stole a car. Again.”
That voice. He recognised that voice. He held onto that realisation like a lifeline.
He had to get their attention. He had to let them know. They can’t leave him. Twisting his body so that he was on his side, Austria straightened out his legs, banging on the inside of the trunk with his two feet together. A hollow thunk echoed through the enclosed space.
Then, there was silence.
No, no, no, did they leave?
“Did you...hear something?”
A sob hitched in Austria’s throat, smothered by the gag in his mouth. They were still there. Biting his teeth into the gag, he strained himself and kicked the side of his prison again, harder this time. He had to let them know. They had to find him.
“It came from the trunk... Bruder, what did you do this time?”
“Nothing!”
Just open the trunk, please.
The sound of feet, two pairs, walking on an uneven, crunchy surface moved toward him. Slowly. Cautiously. Hush whispering, fighting on who would be the one to open the trunk.
Austria kicked out again.
Out. He wanted to get out now!
Light suddenly filled his vision and Austria squeezed his eyes shut. It hurt, after being in so much blinding darkness, but the light of the street lights was still a glorious thing to see.
“Holy fucking shit!”
“Austria! Roderick!”
A large pair of hands latched onto him and Austria felt himself being pulled into a sitting position. He heard two voices, both of them talking to him, but he wasn’t listening. All he could focus on was the air of the night against his sweaty and tearstained face. Then, he could breath, gasping for fresh air when the disgusting rag was removed from his mouth. His chest heaved as he coughed. The hand on his back was soothing, reassuring.
“Knife. We need to cut these bindings.”
“Here, I’ll get his legs.”
First, there was a tightening of his binding, making him hiss in pain. Then, the pressure vanished and he found movement in his limbs again. He could move.
“What happened? Who did this to you?”
Grabbing onto the front of Germany’s shirt with white knuckles, the words of what happened tumbled from his lips, telling them what he heard, saw and remembered. He told them about the knife, about the man threatening to cut his throat, the attacker threatening him over and over again.
He didn’t really know what he was saying; he was just speaking for the sake of speaking. He was speaking because he could. He wasn’t dead. He had survived.
Austria rested his head on Germany’s shoulder as the blond picked him up and carried him inside, into the warm sanctuary of indoors. He wasn’t home, but he was with those he knew, those he was familiar with. He was in a set of arms, so strong and true around his waist and under the bend of his knees, holding him tightly - safely.
Luck. Nothing but fool’s luck that Prussia happened to steal a car that held him hostage. Had it not been for the reckless Prussian’s hobby, the outcome would have been so much different.
He could have...he would have...
No. No more. It was over.
Oh god, it was over. He was safe.
“I’ll find that bastard, Roddy, I swear.”
Austria had to give a shaky, but relieved smile at that.
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Days had passed now, and he still had heavy bandages on his wrists, rubbed raw from his desperate struggles. He tried to hide them with the sleeves of his shirts and jacket. He didn’t want to look at them. He didn’t want to remember how it felt to have rope tied around his arms. Didn’t want to recall what it felt like to have no control what was happening to him whatsoever.
Only Germany and Prussia knew of what truly happened. He refused to let anyone else know, especially Hungary. She didn’t need to know. It would only worry her.
He tried to carry on with his life as usual; attending meetings, playing his piano, trying to stop Hungary in her matchmaking schemes. And, he was doing that. On the outside, at least. His life was routine, so wasn’t hard to do.
His mind, however, was still playing tricks on him. An unfortunate side-effect to having developed routines was that your mind was free to wander.
He tried to act like nothing happened, but he was still a bit jumpy. He wasn’t clingy, but he didn’t like walking out into the car park alone. Broad daylight or not. Heck, he didn’t much like walking outside, amongst the crowds of people by himself.
Some of the others had noticed him being rather edgy, those with sharper eyes noting the way he wasn’t pushing Prussia away and the Prussian acting far more careful around him than usual. They said nothing, though.
Of which, he was thankful.
Sitting at the meeting table, surrounded by his fellow nations, Austria couldn’t help but wonder if his attacker knew he was the personification of a nation, or whether he was just randomly chosen as a whim. For kicks and giggles. At the wrong place at the wrong time.
Despite all the wars of which he fought, all the bloody battles he had won and lost, the moment he was almost kidnapped by an unnamed man off the street, for a purpose still utterly unknown to him, was something that traumatized him still. In wars he knew what had to be done, knew what to expect. But he knew not how to react when one solitary, dangerous person off the street attacked him.
He wasn’t prepared.
He didn’t know what to do.
But, worst of all, the man was still out there. He was still free, no doubt angry that he had gotten away...and that his car was stolen, but he was still walking around in freedom.
That wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair.
Prussia had gone out hunting for the man, yet to no avail. The man was a random human, not an army. He was just one person, committing one heinous act.
Nations weren’t used to dealing with something like that. Invading armies, destructive wars; fine, he could deal with that. But one person attacking so randomly and suddenly? Was there really a way to deal with that?
The description he gave of the man was rather vague, but he knew, if he ever saw him again, he would immediately recognize him.
“I’m alright,” Austria stiffly said to Germany after receiving yet another concerned glance. “Nothing will happen to me here, surely.”
Not long after that the meeting came to a close. As nations began to file out, Austria lingered behind momentarily, allowing Germany to finish off a few notes before allowing the German to escort him off the premises.
Stepping out of the conference building, Austria noted that a few other nations were loitering outside, France, Spain and Prussia taking the word ‘loitering’ to the extreme. Taking a moment to glance around at his surroundings, Austria felt a cold chill race up his spine and he grabbed onto Germany’s arm without acknowledging it. He was staring at the man across the street.
It was him. They guy who attacked him was just across the street.
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Not taking his gaze off the man, Austria could only nod his head once, unable to find his voice. And thankfully, he didn’t need to. Germany understood. He instantly barked out something in German, calling out for his brother.
Half a block away, Prussia snapped his head up from where he was conversing with France and Spain, looking directly at them. Germany barked out something else in his native tongue and Prussia’s attention immediately honed in, like a blood thirsty hound, at the scruffy looking man across the street.
In what seemed like seconds, Prussia was across the street and was now grinding the man’s face into the sidewalk, his fingers fisted in the man’s scraggly hair and repeatedly smashing his face against the cement.
“Do you wish to head inside while we sort this out?” Germany asked him, a sense of anger in his voice. He wanted to be in control, but Austria sensed that he wanted to aide his brother in a beating of a lifetime.
But Austria ruefully shook his head. He had to see him again, stare him down, let him know that he didn’t break him. He had to make sure he was the man who forced him through that whole traumatic experience.
With his hands curled into tight fists as his sides, Austria crossed the street, Germany behind him like a bodyguard. He approached Prussia, who was smirking that crazed grin of his. He looked up, a moment of surprise on his face before frowning and lifting the head up in his hand.
A couple of feet away, Austria lowered himself to his knees, making sure to get a good look of the man’s now bloodied face. It was also to help him hide his shivers of fear, trying to block out the memories.
It was him, alright. Especially since he held a look of realization as well.
“He’s the one,” Austria said as he pushed up his spare glasses with his hand and stood up tall. He took a step back and wrapped his arms around his torso, nodding for Prussia to continue.
Prussia nodded and slammed his head into the ground again. He held him down as he sniggered into his ear. “How about we go for a drive, hmm?”
That sounded like a splendid idea.
“In his car?”
“In his car.”
That sounded even better.
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AN: First time writing something of this nature, so go easy on me, please <3
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Loved how he was found and saved; Prussia simply being a hooligan by stealing a car. Austria’s relief was evident. Lovely work.
I also loved the part where Austria recognizes him in the street and Prussia beats the shit out of him. Revenge at its best.
I’ll say it again, this fill was amazing. Thank you so much for writing this lovely fill for me.
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A few notes. You know what you would really benefit from? A beta. Your writing is pretty smooth and clean but you're suffering from problems like tense switching, which is really difficult to catch in your own work. Recruit an extra pair of eyes, even if just for the grammar parts. Because it's disappointing when a good fill is distracted by minor issues like that. D:
Also, protip: they speak German in Austria. :3
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