WARNING: Description of wounds, angst, self-deprivation, fluff, self harming.
--Russia's POV--
I couldn't hold back any longer, and despite my father's desperate hushed pleading, I kicked in the door with my foot and held up my gun, looking around before immediately pointing it at Third Reich, who was holding a smoking gun. I didn't care, and I snarled before yelping as he ran at me and past my father before grinning. "Dummköpfe. Jetzt weiß ich, dass die Tunnel sicher sind. Ich werde sie benutzen, um zur Schule zu gelangen. Danke ~ ((Fools. Now I know the tunnels are safe, I'll use those to get to the school. Thank you~))" I tried to go after him but Soviet grabbed me and pulled me after him, going straight to Germany, and I just stared.
He looked awful, and I resisted the urge to throw up in my mouth, but whether that was the wounds or my pain I wasn't sure. He was shot in the head, and a couple of other places which must have been shot before I woke up. He was covered in wounds, and his clothes were utterly destroyed. His blood was everywhere, even dripping off the walls. I slowly came up to him and comforted him, and I held him close as he trembled. "Okay...it okay...we help, we help..." I held him close, feeling his quiet sobs as my father managed to get the aid ready and pull out the bullet from the side of Germany's face. The bullets in his body had gone straight through so there was nothing to pull out. I whimpered as I felt his shallow and pained breaths. I wished I could just take all the pain from him, and then I realised I was going cold again due to my magic being all out of check. I used it to my advantage to put my hands on his stomach and chest, where there were large bruises starting to form. I hated seeing him hurt.
A small groan escaped from his lips and my father went out to grab water. He shifted and I gently picked him up and carried him through to his old room, placing him on the bed. He didn't let me go, lightly holding him as he curled into me. "R-Russland..." He was shaking again. I went closer to him and rested his head against my chest. I shouldn't be thinking this as he laid here hurt but I couldn't stop thinking about how cute he was. I ruffled his hair until my dad returned and forced him to take the pills, and I continued playing with his hair until he fell asleep.
--Germany's POV--
Heels clicked down the corridor. I was curled in another person, gripping them tightly out of fear. It happened way too often, and I was always terrified of him grabbing one of us. As the heels got closer, we gripped each other more. I bit down on my lip to stop myself from whimpering, and because of my sharp teeth I made myself bleed. I was used to it at this point. There was only one place we could hide, and he knew that well, always walking around a little to get our terror up before finding us.
As if on cue, he ripped open the door and grabbed both of us by our collars, throwing us on the bed. I froze as East scrambled to protect me, and a gunfire rang out. East collapsed on top of me, and I started to whimper, shaking him. He wasn't moving, and blood was pouring out of him. I was still in shock as he dragged East's body out of the door. I heard bangs, and yelling, and I whimpered as I got tied up with rope by my wrists and ankles as he went to answer the door. I immediately started looking around for something to cut the rope but I remembered I could pull myself up to cut the rope with my teeth between my wrists, something I had done countless times. I did just that and then untied the rope around my ankles. I stood up and heard his footsteps coming towards me.
I looked between him and the door.
And I jumped out of the 5th storey window, and just as I saw the ground-
I sat up quickly, drenched in a cold sweat and immediately making myself feel nauseous and wracked with pain. I clutched the mattress and looked around slowly after wiping my face and slipping my glasses onto my face. Why...was I in my old room?
Ah, that's right, my father went coocoo again and I had to help stop him after him attempting to murder me (and forgetting that countries were immortal), and hopefully retrieve my blueprints at the same time. I tried to move but everything hurt, and I slowly looked at the door as it opened, a very tired Russia coming back through from what I had assumed was the toilet. He didn't realise that I was awake and just laid beside me, put me against his chest, and fell back asleep. I would have almost guessed that it was highly odd behaviour except for the fact that we were both on our pains, so our moods would have changed. I didn't mind this embrace, but my mind started to panic again.
What if I fuck something up right now? What if he finds out that I'm still awake? What if I say something bad? In that moment, I felt a hand on my cheek and I whimpered as it wiped away the tears I apparently had been crying.
"Hush...here nothing bad...sleep, Германия." And with that, I was engulfed into Russia's arms. I think he had been drinking again, I could smell the vodka on him. I heard his snores and slowly chuckled. Maybe this wasn't so bad.
Sorry for short chapter. Lol. Next on the legacy list, Czechoslovakia! \No art unfortunately, but I do have knowledge of them. Their main legacy is Karel Janoušek, a man that after the outbreak of WW2, fled to France and then Britain to escape German occupation. Once in Britain, they were given shelter and he became an ally to Britain, helping in the Battle of Britain and flying in those special Spitfire RAF planes. With this knowledge, the Nazis rounded up several leaders families that escaped German occupation, including his wife and siblings, in which 3 of his siblings and his wife died in the terrible concentration camps. After WW2, he became increasingly allied with the Anti-Communism side and had to spend time in jail for this. He was acquitted from his crimes 3 years before his death, but it would be 18 years after his death, when the USSR fell, that he would be fully acquitted of his supposed crimes.
sorry for the depwession but it's 2 in the morning lol
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Our Parents as Enemies (RusGer)
Fanfiction((Cover art belongs to me. My Own AU. Feel free to use it in stories but credit me.)) When Germany is sent off to boarding school and his roommate happens to be Russia, someone that he has been told to despise all his life, will they get along?
