The Tales Of Prussia(Countryhumans story)

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A Part of this chapter can be skipped as the detailed version has the same importance as the shortened one.
If you feel uncomfortable with the topic, I do recomment to skip the part of this chapter which is marked with two lines of ⚠️ symbols.

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Third persons pov.

Prussias head spun around at his words, terror and fear running suddenly through her veins. Her wings stiffened as he slowly approached before out of reflex she stepped back, barely escaping his hand on her arm. "NO-!" Yet Frances expression remained cold. "Dont yell yell me or I will make this the living hell for you." After a while of walking the german womans back finally met a wall, not being able to escape anymore. He walked up to her and grapped her arms, staring down into her eye, as if trying to find something within it. " You have no power here anymore so you either comply your words and take it or this will end worse than it has to." There was no excitement im his eyes, no passion and no want. He saw it like a duty and nothing else. Prussia stared up at him, bitting as hard as she could down upon her own teeth. Rage and fear mixed and left her in a staate of unpredictability and uncertainty. " Take that ugly dress off..." He ordered while walking away and taking his own shirt off yet as soon as he looked back, she hadnt moved a muscle. Her disobedience angered him and so, he stormed to her and let his hand fly across her cheek. "I SAID TAKE THAT DRESS OFF!" Prussia barely managed to remain standing, also if halfway forced into her knees by the sheer force of it. "NOW!" The french man yelled. She glared up at him yet gathered the strenght to again stand up and start removing the heavy silver plates, followed by the roses and the veil. It took a while until all that was left was the dress. "Take it off." France said, now only in his pants. "I cant....I need help to do so..." Prussia mumbled, feeling crushed to have to ask for help by the man that would rape her soon. France rolled his eyes and sighed, standing up and wordlessly opening the buttons on her back.

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The dress fell to the ground leaving Prussia in a corset and pants which fastly followed on the ground as the rest of her chlothes. France simply looked her up and down, taking off the rest of his chlothes as well. She felt watched, too watched for her liking. She felt his eyes mustering and judging her in such an uncomfortable way that she couldn't even express it. "The eyepatch too." He said with the cold tone he had before as he stood up and walked to her. "Please not..." She said, barely above a whisper.

As he stopped in front of her she didnt dare to look at him, only staring off down to the floor on her side. "I said. The eyepatch too or should I hit your face until it comes off by its own?" Prussia shook her head. "Use your words." The last bit of pride broke within her as she closed her eyes and said with a regretting voice "No sir..." France tilted his head to the side and then grapped her chin, making her look up at him "See? It isnt that hard and now remove that stupid thing."
Not letting go of her chin, Prussia slowly moved her hand behind her head, pulling on a cord of the strings attached to it before it fell of her face, flying slowly down to the ground.

Frances pupils seemed to whiden a bit at the sight of her eye. While her open one had a black sclera and a blood red iris, her other eye had a grey sclera and a purple iris. Two large scars crossing the eye and ending on the ends of where the eyepatch was as they were then covered by makeup. " You wear makeup, huh? Take that off too." He let her chin go and watched her walk to a bucket with water, washing her face the best she could off the colours of it. Carefully she wiped everything dry and again walked to him, her eyes only showing an emotionless woman who had given up. "Hmn...I see barely a diffrence other than these scars...Where did you get them?" Prussia remained silent, not wanting to say it. "Prussia-" "My mothers murderer" She interrupted, knowing there would be conzequences to everything she did now. "Your mothers murderer huh? Never heard of either of them. Probably better that way. One problem less in the world." She closed her eyes, sadness swelling up as her mother had died too early in her life and France still was mocking him.