(The entire book is from just Germanys POV)
After my father died, i drifted apart from my brother.
I attendid a terrible highschool, full of underpaid teachers and terrible human children that clearly didnt like germans... for persific reasons-
Luc...
I wake and breathe Franctically, Russia had gone. I look to the clock on the wall. Only 6pm? I was out cold for 7 hours... I could hear shouting from downstairs, i go to sit up, remembering that i was handcuffed. I look around for a key to unlock the handcuffs with. On the desk sat a small silver key, i manadge to reach it, unlocking the handcuffs. I had red marks around my wrist from him ragging me around badly.
I never knew he could get like that.
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I stand up, putting my trousers back on and my belt, before walking out the room. I now hear angry shouting and i see all of Russias siblings, hiding on the stairs and peering down into the livingroom. Soviet was back. And he was shouting at Russia. I sit next to Ukraine, peering down into the livingroom as well.
"Россия! Что я тебе, черт возьми, говорил о том, чтобы пить алкоголь, когда у нас гости! ты знаешь, как ты, черт возьми, становишься!" (Russia! What have i Fucking told you about drinking my Alcohol when we have guests! you know how you fucking get!) "Я знаю! мне жаль!" (I know! Im sorry!) "Dont apoligise to me, apoligise to him!" Soviet finishes. Russia glances at him and then to the stairs at me. My heart stops in its place as we stare at each other a moment. He goes to speak but i stop him.
"Its fine...just...just i want my own space for a while..." I say, standing and walking back up the stairs, i hear Rus siblings all whispering, they didnt know exactly what had happened. Neither did i exactly. I shiver slightly at the thought as i grab my bag, i had brought a small satchel with the journal in to write, i climb out the window and onto the tree outside, sitting on one of the non snowy branches.
I watch from the tree and through the window of the kitchen, as i watch Siviet forcefully dunk Russias head into a bowl of water. Boiling hot water straight to his face...? I had never known anyone to scold their child like that, other than my father. It terrified me how someone so kind to me could be so horrible to someone else.
I just wanted to go back. Back to Poland. And Britain. It was quiet there, and there was a more peacefull aura... While here, the aura had only seemed to be angry and violent. But i suppose everyones familys are quite diffrent, and i should at least give them another chance before telling Soviet i wanted to go back.
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I didnt know how to end this book so:
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