Our Parents as Enemies (RusGer)

Chapter 20

I just wanna say, sorry for last night's small panic attack. Anyway, onto the very large chapter, in which it was so large I decided to sleep in the middle of it, and they will soon get back to school. I may have gotten sidetracked with this sideplot lol.

Chapter 20! It's been 20 chapters of fun, but not for Germany. Whoops. I have no idea how long this is going to go on for. But I hope it's long enough for people to enjoy!

WARNINGS: mentions of abuse, blood, fighting (both physically and verbally), attempted suicide, Third Reich and his bad views.

--Russia's POV--

I walked alongside my father, looking back at Germany every once in a while. I was starting to get worried. He was normally quiet, but not like this. I fell back and went to walk beside him, gently touching his shoulder and accidently making him jump and help. 

"Простите, Germany." He looked up at me and then back at the floor. "Thinking?" He nodded and sighed as we followed my father. "What about? Don't need to tell if you don't want to." Silence again, and I kept looking over at him, watching his face. I knew that his brain muddled emotions sometimes, and right now his eyes were furrowed in thought whilst he had a smirk on his face. It didn't fit, at all, and I wondered how he had managed with it for a while.  He looked up at me after a while, and suddenly hid his mouth. 

"I was grinning again, wasn't I?"

"Da. It okay, is only Папа and I here." He sighed and lowered his arm again. "You can always talk if need to, Germany."

"Not right now, Russland...I think I just need to try and concentrate on how to capture my father..." I nodded and went back to walking in silence, still a little worried about him.

--Germany's POV--

I stuffed my hands into my pockets, looking out at the forest as we walked alongside the paths, not wanting to walk on the paths for fear of being tracked. Soviet occasionally spoke up, but only to bark orders at us. I was starting to see why he was still feared by the older countries, as he had a sense of strictness and regime about him. It was nothing like my father, but then again, I don't think any country could beat my father in what he does best.

I didn't know what was wrong with me. On one side of my head, I absolutely hated my father, I wanted to see him suffer and burn for all of eternity. On the other side of my head, however, I wanted to help him, I wanted to see him get better even though other countries already tried to help him. I tapped my forehead before stuffing my hands back into my pockets.

Stupid. Why do you want to help him? He's been nothing but a piece of shit to you. He doesn't deserve your help. He made everyone think that you're just a clone of him, with the same exact fear manipulation and everything. He lied so you had to take more magic blockers. He beat you, and touched you. He doesn't deserve to be forgiven, ever.

Well, how was Soviet forgiven after letting yourself and East back with your father? Everyone seems comfortable enough around him to at least not get beaten up around people. Even Poland doesn't spit at Soviet, not anymore at least. Yes, he keeps his distance from him and Russia, but he doesn't yell at them. Not like you. He doesn't think that Russia is a copycat of Soviet. Not like you. Maybe he should be given a chance, maybe he has unidentified mental conditions. It does fit his character-

Hold on. Hold on a second. Not even Soviet or Opa took over from their human country's leaders. Your father did. He killed the leader, and then took his land as his personal ruling throne. He could do that again, but keep you hostage instead of Poland and all those other countries that he invaded! Hell, he kidnapped France!