SED: The Bunker, part two
Series: Hetalia
Title: Scorched-Earth Drabbles: The Bunker Part Two
Author: Fictatious
Character(s):
Rating: 13
Warnings: violence, history and swearing
Summary: They're still in the bunker when Russian forces finally roll through Berlin.
Previous:
The Illusionist
The Solution Pt. 1
The Solution Pt. 2
Unwilling Participant Pt. 1
Unwilling Participant Pt. 2
The Bunker Pt. 1
Half of these human-names are going to be ones I found for myself so I'll give you a list so you won't be as confused. The ones I made up names for I used a name with the same first letter (in English anyway) as the country. And APPARENTLY, the list failed to load up on the FFnet version last time, so appologies to readers from that end... I've fixed it but those of you who got their earlier must have been terribly confused...
Ukraine - Yekaterina
Czech - Cestmir
Netherlands (Holland) - Hugrecht
Belgium - Beatrix
Luxembourg - Lotte
Denmark - Mathias
Norway - Nils
The shelling seemed to drop off somewhat. The muffled explosions were more distant and didn't shake the bunker anymore. A period of relative quiet stretched on in darkness, the electric lighting having failed after a particularly loud explosion. After an indeterminate length of time the reprieve was interrupted by the sounds of rapid machine-gun fire close by; outside, in the hall. The occupants of the bunker went quiet and still, waiting with an anxious mix of dread and expectation. When the door at last swung open, bringing some small amount of light with it, the first thing through it was a gun and the second thing was the soldier carrying it.
"HANDS UP! HANDS UP! IDENTIFY YOURSELVES!" the soldier shouted, swinging the gun in front of him threateningly.
Ludwig didn't bother to move. He doubted if he'd be able to lift his arms if he tried and he didn't think being shot would add very much to the pain he was already in.
"Please listen!" Yekaterina's voice shouted from the back of the bunker, addressing the soldier in his own language, "I am Yekaterina Braginski! Please tell my brother that I am here!"
There was a pause and then the soldier responded, "I will. Stay here," and the door was pulled shut again.
"... Oh God, I wish she hadn't done that..." Gilbert mumbled nearby.
"It had to happen sooner or later," Roderich sighed next to him.
"Later is totally better than sooner," Feliks whined. "Why would you do that, Katkat?"
"Don't be worried, Feliks, Ivan will put things to rights," Yekaterina's voice was warm and reassuring though her words seemed more delusional than anything.
"Yekaterina, you are a lovely, trusting person," Cestmir's voice had more than a hint of exasperation in it. "But you really need to understand that your brother is psychotic."
"He has been fighting for our freedom, you know."
"... Your brother did not care nor notice for one moment when I was anexed," Cestmir's tone sounded as though he were fighting back the urge to shout.
"You will see, my brother will have this all in hand and we will soon be free."
"I'd laugh if it weren't so sad," Gilbert drawled.
"Please, could you try not to be offensive just once in your life," Roderich pleaded, sounding desperate.
"I do hope you three have fun being the newest Russian province," Mathias said in an acidic tone.
Ludwig tried to tune out the brewing argument and concentrated on the cold cement under his cheek. It helped to stem the feverish heat and nausea, one small relief to the pain his body was in.
Somebody had soon made Gilbert and Mathias stop yelling at each other again and there were a few minutes of precious quiet, when Ludwig could pretend his head didn't hurt quite so much as it did. Unfortunately, all not-terrible things must come to an end and when the door opened again it crashed loudly, making Ludwig flinch and curl in on himself a little more.
"Good morning!" Ivan sounded possessively elated. Ludwig gingerly lifted his head to look towards the doorway and saw a pistol pointed right into his face for an instant before the muzzle-flash, and then a redistribution of the pain in his body, blinded him. He slammed back into the floor and lay there for a moment, dazed, before his abused lungs seemed to catch up with the situation and he started coughing again. "Ah good! You're the real one then! Always nice to be sure!" the Russian laughed above him.
"Ivan!"
As Ludwig's senses began to reorder themselves, he could hear Yekaterina scrambling across the room. Her footsteps sounded awkward and when she passed in front of him, he could see even from his angle on the floor that she was limping very badly. Her legs seemed to give out and Ivan moved forward to catch her before her knees hit the ground.
At the same time, surer footsteps ran past her into the bunker. "Feliks! You're here!"
A whispered conversation started at the side of the bunker as Yekaterina began hiccuping and mumbling very fast. The Russian words were too muffled and slurred for Ludwig to pick out meaning in them, it sounded like she was pressing her face into thick fabric, Ivan's coat perhaps.
"Not yet, Katyusha, not yet. But soon," Ivan said in a softer voice than Ludwig had ever heard from the large man. "They will be surrendering any day."
"I can stand with you, Brother, I can fight!" Yekaterina said, her voice confidant though the hint of tears could still be heard in it. Ludwig very much doubted that Yekaterina could indeed fight. She had barely managed to walk the short distance across the bunker.
"You rest now, Sister, you have already fought," Ivan's voice sounded uncharacteristically gentle as he spoke to his sister. "You'll stay here for now. It's not safe outside."
"B-but--"
"Stay here, Katyusha. Do this for me."
"Yes, brother," Yekaterina said softly and stepped away from her brother.
"Toris!" Ivan called back into the bunker, his voice completely different than the one he'd used with his sister.
"But I--"
"Now, Toris!" the command sounded distinctly threatening and Ludwig could hear the Lithuanian scrambling to obey.
"Toriiii..." Feliks whined pathetically from his cot.
"Do not worry, my friends, this will be over very quickly now and then you can all be moved somewhere more comfortable," Ivan announced in a robust, cheerful voice.
"Ivan, Francis has to go home as soon as possible," Lotte's voice came half-demanding, half-pleading.
"Travel westward is not yet possible, I'm afraid. It will have to wait."
"But as soon as it's possible--"
"All measures will be taken to insure a possessive outcome to this crisis," Ivan said firmly. "For now there are more pressing matters."
Ludwig saw Ivan's feet come fully into his line of vision and then closer. Gilbert's voice suddenly rang out, sounding alarmed, angry, "What the hell are you--"
For the second time, the pain in his body seemed to redistribute to a larger concentration in his head and it took Ludwig a while to understand that he had been grabbed by the hair and was being dragged. He coughed and sputtered helplessly and pulled at Ivan's wrist, trying to relieve some of the pressure from his scalp, but he was too weak to pull against his own weight and the friction of his legs dragging on the ground. He vaguely heard the door slam shut against his brother's furious screaming. He could feel tears building on his cheeks again, it hardly seemed like they'd been dry for a moment in recent weeks.
"You should feel privileged, Ludwig!" Ivan half-sang. "You get to come with me and watch as I crush your pathetic Nazis under my heel!"
A/N: I probably haven't done a very thorough editing process on this chapter. I put a rush on it because I have, like, three more SEDs on the stove right now that had to wait until I finished up The Bunker. From here on out, the Scorched Earth Drabbles are not going to be in any chronological order but rather just go up as I think of them. I'll start posting links to the previous chapters in chronological order though, and I'll put in the summaries what previous 'chapters' the new ones fit between.
Title: Scorched-Earth Drabbles: The Bunker Part Two
Author: Fictatious
Character(s):
Rating: 13
Warnings: violence, history and swearing
Summary: They're still in the bunker when Russian forces finally roll through Berlin.
Previous:
The Illusionist
The Solution Pt. 1
The Solution Pt. 2
Unwilling Participant Pt. 1
Unwilling Participant Pt. 2
The Bunker Pt. 1
Half of these human-names are going to be ones I found for myself so I'll give you a list so you won't be as confused. The ones I made up names for I used a name with the same first letter (in English anyway) as the country. And APPARENTLY, the list failed to load up on the FFnet version last time, so appologies to readers from that end... I've fixed it but those of you who got their earlier must have been terribly confused...
Ukraine - Yekaterina
Czech - Cestmir
Netherlands (Holland) - Hugrecht
Belgium - Beatrix
Luxembourg - Lotte
Denmark - Mathias
Norway - Nils
The shelling seemed to drop off somewhat. The muffled explosions were more distant and didn't shake the bunker anymore. A period of relative quiet stretched on in darkness, the electric lighting having failed after a particularly loud explosion. After an indeterminate length of time the reprieve was interrupted by the sounds of rapid machine-gun fire close by; outside, in the hall. The occupants of the bunker went quiet and still, waiting with an anxious mix of dread and expectation. When the door at last swung open, bringing some small amount of light with it, the first thing through it was a gun and the second thing was the soldier carrying it.
"HANDS UP! HANDS UP! IDENTIFY YOURSELVES!" the soldier shouted, swinging the gun in front of him threateningly.
Ludwig didn't bother to move. He doubted if he'd be able to lift his arms if he tried and he didn't think being shot would add very much to the pain he was already in.
"Please listen!" Yekaterina's voice shouted from the back of the bunker, addressing the soldier in his own language, "I am Yekaterina Braginski! Please tell my brother that I am here!"
There was a pause and then the soldier responded, "I will. Stay here," and the door was pulled shut again.
"... Oh God, I wish she hadn't done that..." Gilbert mumbled nearby.
"It had to happen sooner or later," Roderich sighed next to him.
"Later is totally better than sooner," Feliks whined. "Why would you do that, Katkat?"
"Don't be worried, Feliks, Ivan will put things to rights," Yekaterina's voice was warm and reassuring though her words seemed more delusional than anything.
"Yekaterina, you are a lovely, trusting person," Cestmir's voice had more than a hint of exasperation in it. "But you really need to understand that your brother is psychotic."
"He has been fighting for our freedom, you know."
"... Your brother did not care nor notice for one moment when I was anexed," Cestmir's tone sounded as though he were fighting back the urge to shout.
"You will see, my brother will have this all in hand and we will soon be free."
"I'd laugh if it weren't so sad," Gilbert drawled.
"Please, could you try not to be offensive just once in your life," Roderich pleaded, sounding desperate.
"I do hope you three have fun being the newest Russian province," Mathias said in an acidic tone.
Ludwig tried to tune out the brewing argument and concentrated on the cold cement under his cheek. It helped to stem the feverish heat and nausea, one small relief to the pain his body was in.
Somebody had soon made Gilbert and Mathias stop yelling at each other again and there were a few minutes of precious quiet, when Ludwig could pretend his head didn't hurt quite so much as it did. Unfortunately, all not-terrible things must come to an end and when the door opened again it crashed loudly, making Ludwig flinch and curl in on himself a little more.
"Good morning!" Ivan sounded possessively elated. Ludwig gingerly lifted his head to look towards the doorway and saw a pistol pointed right into his face for an instant before the muzzle-flash, and then a redistribution of the pain in his body, blinded him. He slammed back into the floor and lay there for a moment, dazed, before his abused lungs seemed to catch up with the situation and he started coughing again. "Ah good! You're the real one then! Always nice to be sure!" the Russian laughed above him.
"Ivan!"
As Ludwig's senses began to reorder themselves, he could hear Yekaterina scrambling across the room. Her footsteps sounded awkward and when she passed in front of him, he could see even from his angle on the floor that she was limping very badly. Her legs seemed to give out and Ivan moved forward to catch her before her knees hit the ground.
At the same time, surer footsteps ran past her into the bunker. "Feliks! You're here!"
A whispered conversation started at the side of the bunker as Yekaterina began hiccuping and mumbling very fast. The Russian words were too muffled and slurred for Ludwig to pick out meaning in them, it sounded like she was pressing her face into thick fabric, Ivan's coat perhaps.
"Not yet, Katyusha, not yet. But soon," Ivan said in a softer voice than Ludwig had ever heard from the large man. "They will be surrendering any day."
"I can stand with you, Brother, I can fight!" Yekaterina said, her voice confidant though the hint of tears could still be heard in it. Ludwig very much doubted that Yekaterina could indeed fight. She had barely managed to walk the short distance across the bunker.
"You rest now, Sister, you have already fought," Ivan's voice sounded uncharacteristically gentle as he spoke to his sister. "You'll stay here for now. It's not safe outside."
"B-but--"
"Stay here, Katyusha. Do this for me."
"Yes, brother," Yekaterina said softly and stepped away from her brother.
"Toris!" Ivan called back into the bunker, his voice completely different than the one he'd used with his sister.
"But I--"
"Now, Toris!" the command sounded distinctly threatening and Ludwig could hear the Lithuanian scrambling to obey.
"Toriiii..." Feliks whined pathetically from his cot.
"Do not worry, my friends, this will be over very quickly now and then you can all be moved somewhere more comfortable," Ivan announced in a robust, cheerful voice.
"Ivan, Francis has to go home as soon as possible," Lotte's voice came half-demanding, half-pleading.
"Travel westward is not yet possible, I'm afraid. It will have to wait."
"But as soon as it's possible--"
"All measures will be taken to insure a possessive outcome to this crisis," Ivan said firmly. "For now there are more pressing matters."
Ludwig saw Ivan's feet come fully into his line of vision and then closer. Gilbert's voice suddenly rang out, sounding alarmed, angry, "What the hell are you--"
For the second time, the pain in his body seemed to redistribute to a larger concentration in his head and it took Ludwig a while to understand that he had been grabbed by the hair and was being dragged. He coughed and sputtered helplessly and pulled at Ivan's wrist, trying to relieve some of the pressure from his scalp, but he was too weak to pull against his own weight and the friction of his legs dragging on the ground. He vaguely heard the door slam shut against his brother's furious screaming. He could feel tears building on his cheeks again, it hardly seemed like they'd been dry for a moment in recent weeks.
"You should feel privileged, Ludwig!" Ivan half-sang. "You get to come with me and watch as I crush your pathetic Nazis under my heel!"
A/N: I probably haven't done a very thorough editing process on this chapter. I put a rush on it because I have, like, three more SEDs on the stove right now that had to wait until I finished up The Bunker. From here on out, the Scorched Earth Drabbles are not going to be in any chronological order but rather just go up as I think of them. I'll start posting links to the previous chapters in chronological order though, and I'll put in the summaries what previous 'chapters' the new ones fit between.