~ Powers of Nations: A Countryhumans Chronicle

▶Chapter:7◀

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There is a warning. And as i said before, if you don't like it don't read it.

Here you go :D

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Warning⚠

Time skip to the following night.

3rd person pov:

The cold dark cell remained a place of unending torment for Russia. Every muscle in his body ached from the relentless torture, his once-proud wings now tattered with blood. Yet, despite the pain, his spirit remained unbroken.

Russia's pov:

I couldn't let them break me. Not now, not ever. The memory of TR's twisted smile fueled my resolve. Everytime vis blade cut into my wings, i felt the pain, but i also felt the anger, the burning desire to protect my siblings and make Third Reich pay for every single one of his actions.

3rd person pov:

As the night deepened, the cell door creaked open once more. TR stepped inside, his cruel smile growing wider as he saw Russia hanging there, battered but still defiant. He carried with him a new set of instruments, each more sinister than the last.

"Good evening doll~" TR said, his voice dripping with malice. "Ready for another round? "

Russia's ayes burned with hatred, but he still refused to give TR the satisfaction of a response. He tightened his grip on the chains, bracing himself for what was coming.

TR relished the fear in Russia's eyes, the way his body tensed in anticipation of the pain. He selected a particularly wicked-looking device; a barbed whip designed to tear flesh with each strike.

"I must say, you've held up better than i expected"  TR mused as he approached him. "But of course everyone has a breaking point".

With a swift motion, TR lashed the whip across Russia's back. The barbs bit into his flesh, ripping through skin and muscle. Russia let out a strangled cry, the pain unlike anything he had ever experienced.

TR continued his assault, each strike of the whip drawing fresh blood and new cries of agony from Russia. The walls of the cell seemed to absorb the sound, amplifying the horror of the moment. Despite the unbearable pain, Russia refused to beg for mercy.

TR switched to a heated iron next, pressing it against Russia's wings. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, and Russia's scream echoed through the cell. His vision blurred with tears and he bit down on his lip.

Russia's pov:

The searing pain was indescribable, as if my very soul was being scorched. I thought of my siblings, their faces flashing through my mind. I had to endure, for them.

Back to 3rd person pov:

TR's laugher echoed through the cell, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Russia's spine. " You think you're strong, but you're just a broken bird", TR taunted, his voice low and menacing. " Your defiance only makes this more enjoyable~".

TR then picked up a pair of pliers, slowly walking towards Russia with a sadistic gleam in his eyes. He grabbed one of his feathers, yanking it out with a quick and brutal motion. Russia's scream of pain echoed off the cell walls, his body trembling from the shock.

In a nearby cell, Kazakhstan and the other siblings huddled together, their faces pale with terror. They could hear every scream, every cry, and it tore at their hearts. Estonia clung to Kazakhstan, his sobs muffled against his brother's shoulder.

TR moved to another feather, pulling it out with the same ruthless efficiency. Each yank felt like fire shooting through Russia's wings, the pain searing into his very core.

"Do you like this doll~? " TR cooed mockingly. "I can do this all night~"

Russia's pov:

Every feather pulled felt like a piece of my soul being ripped away. The pain was beyond anything i had ever endured, but i couldn't let TR win. I thought of my siblings, their faces giving me the strength to hold on.

3rd person pov:

TR then took out a small, jagged knife, making shallow cuts along Russia's arms, each slice deliberate and slow. Blood oozed from the wounds, mixing with the dirt and the old blood on the floor. Russia's body convulsed with each cut, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

TR stepped back, admiring his handiwork "You're a resilient one, i'll give you that", he said while wiping the blood from his hands, " But even the strongest will break eventually~".

He leaned in close, his breath hot against Russia's ear. " Remember, doll~, this is only the beginning~".

And like that, TR left the cell, leaving Russia in the suffocating darkness.

Tears welled up in Russia's eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He closed his eyes again.
He couldn't give up, he won't. For his siblings, he has to stay strong.

In the adjacent cell, his siblings listened to the fading footsteps of TR, their hearts heavy with dread. They knew the torment was far from over, but they also knew that as long as they had each other, they could endure.

The night stretched on, the silence heavy with unspoken fears and shared resolve. Despite the darkness, a flicker of hope remained. They were together, and that gave them the strength to face whatever horrors lay ahead.

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Yup i just finished writing that chapter

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