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The Satellite Inspection

Written for my lovely friend SinfullTrashHuman. He's gotten me hyperfixating on the Soviet satellites.

Location: The Satellite Inspection Room, Moscow, Moscow Oblast, Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
Date: October 9th, 1951

It was the beginning of another month, which meant that Hungary and the other communist countries allied with the USSR were traveling to Moscow to meet with him for what he called an inspection. They did this on the ninth of every month, although none of them remembered how it started.

Yugoslavia used to be a member of this group but left. That made the USSR very upset, and their inspections after that had been less focused on their physical condition and more on their mental condition.

This one was a physical inspection, which is the kind Hungary preferred. Mental inspections made his head hurt and often left him dazed and confused. The USSR said that that was normal and not to worry about it, so Hungary didn't worry.

Right now, the other countries and Hungary were lined up as the USSR explained the rules of today's little contests.

And please, my children, remember to behave. I don't want to deal with any harmful behavior," the USSR said. Hungary nodded at his words.

"Don't worry, Mother. We'll behave." Hungary heard Albania mutter as he almost hissed out the word mother. The USSR turned around quickly, his eyes showing extreme anger. Hungary froze, fear running down his spine as he knew what would happen to Albania and the rest of them.

"Who said that?" the USSR hissed. Everyone stayed silent and still. Then, it happened.

Hungary gritted his teeth as his fa—as the USSR's power slammed into his brain, slowly seizing control. The forceful seizure was excruciating, which is most likely what he wanted. Hungary refused to show pain, knowing that it was not allowed. He knew one of them would give in eventually and rat out the country that had hissed out the word.

Then, out of the corner of Hungary's eye, he saw Poland straighten, and without seeing his face, Hungary knew his eyes were empty. It was the man's curse. Being born as a puppet left his mind weaker to the USSR's and made it harder for him to resist his control. Hungary was one of the few who lasted longer against the pain.

"Albania called you mother, my father," He muttered blankly. Hungary barely had time to feel sorry for Albania before his mind succumbed to his father's will.

Hungary stiffened, shaking away the unneeded thoughts he could barely remember. Hungary knew Albania, his brother, had been the one to hiss out that offending word at their father.

"Grab him!" Their father barked in their family's shared language. As Hungary stood next to his brother, he grabbed Albania's shoulder and arm, as his sister, East Germany, grabbed the other. Albania squirmed in their grip, but Отец placed a hand on his forehead, and Albania slowly calmed. Отец removed his hand, revealing Albania's now dazed face.

"You can let him go now," Отец said, much more calmly this time. East Germany and Hungary did as he commanded, and Albania sank to his knees.

"This was just supposed to be a physical inspection. But now you're making me do this. Mongolia, my daughter, be a dear and take Albania to the other room, would you?" Отец asked. The country nodded.

"I will Аав." She said, lifting Albania, who walked like a newborn horse, shaky and unstable. Hungary wished he hadn't spoken against Отец, then that never would have happened to him. Her hooves clicked sharply against the ground, and Albania was lucky that his limp wings were not in the way.