I Am East (Hetalia Prussia)

Chapter 1: Autumn of Nations

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"What exactly is keeping me alive, I don't know. As punishment for my crimes in the World Wars my recognition as a country had been stripped from me, but that alone is not enough to kill a country. While, yes, not all countries survived those wars, it is not hard to adopt a new name and go on as we have done for centuries. Even when the German Empire was abolished my brother sustained my existence. His recognition kept me from being forgotten. Why, now that we are separated, am I still here? Why hasn't that guy just finished me off yet? I am only a state after all."

"East Germany!" called a voice downstairs.

Prussia sighed and closed his diary.

"I'm coming!" he called back as he hurried down the stairs.

"We need you to take these to Mr. Russia." Said Estonia handing him a folder of papers with the label "Solidarity."

"Why does it have to be me?" Prussia grumbled, not wanting to visit the scary Russian.

"I delivered them last time, Lithuania is out, and Latvia can't keep from running his mouth."

Prussia groaned. "Fine. The awesome Prussia to the rescue!" he declared taking the papers and marching to Russia's office.

Just as he was approaching the office the door opened and Ms. Ukraine walked out. Yes, not even she escaped her brother's brute strength, having been pressured into building more nuclear plants, she now bore the scars of they're failure.

"Da, I think that will be working fine." Said Russia following her out.

"Okay, do pobachennya, Russia." She said as she walked away.

"Do svidaniya, Sestra." Said Russia waving.

"Russia." Called Prussia walking over.

"Oh GDR, I did not see you there." Russia's new name for him, it was easier than using his full name, the German Democratic Republic, "Do you have the information that I asked for?"

"Right here." He said handing over the folder.

"Ah, da, more demands from Poland. It is as if he didn't know all that I did for him."

"And just what was that exactly?" Prussia grumbled. Realizing what he just said Prussia slapped a hand over his mouth but a dark shroud had already descended over Russia and an echoing "Kolkolkolkol" was resonating from the nation.

"N-n-n-not that you didn't do anything! I'm sure you did a lot! It's just the specifics!" Prussia tried to cover but the enormous country had already hurled him into the wall behind him.

Still reeling, he instinctively tried to push Russia back but he couldn't even make contact before he was picked back up and slammed into the wall again, this time leaving a crack in the plaster. Head ringing after the second impact he stood dazed, pinned up against the wall.

"You should learn to watch your tongue more. Be more respectful, comrade."

"S-sorry. W-won't happen again." Prussia pleaded, Russia's hand at his throat.

"Good. Make sure that it doesn't." Said Russia releasing his throat, allowing him to fall to the floor. "You better be getting back to work. I would hate to see your productivity rate slip." Fear flashed in the Prussian's eye and he quickly scrambled to his feet and down the hall.

He ran to the other end of the building and turned down a second hall before collapsing against the wall. He hung his head back letting it thud against the wall behind him, succumbing to that hopeless feeling that had been plaguing him since they had built that wall around him.

Would he ever be his own nation again?

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Thwack!

A shimmering throwing knife wedged itself in to the wall beside Prussia's head.

"What was that for!" Prussia demanded of the silver haired girl across from him.

"Nothing. I just saw a target and had to hit it." Belarus explained casually walking up to him and ripping the blade from the wall.

"I am not one of your targets!"

"Anyone dumb enough to let their guard down is a target. Now, more importantly, where is moy brat?" she asked adopting her brother's language, the language they had all now become fluent in.

Prussia smiled at the sudden opportunity for a bit of vengeance. "He's in his office."

"Big brother." She said to herself as she hurried off to go find him.

Regaining his composure he started back to the office he shared with a few other of the Soviet satellite states.

Truthfully, he had gotten away easy. They'd had greater punishment for lesser rules, but the fact that Russia had been growing more lenient was still no comfort to the oppressed nation.

Life in the Eastern Bloc was gloomy. Every day they would go to work building up Russia's empire, making warheads, practicing marches, and shipping innocent victims out into the frozen void never to be heard from again.

There was another feeling, though. One that he couldn't shake, a rumbling deep inside him, an unease that told him something was brewing within their borders.

"Ah, just the character I was looking for!" called a cheery voice as he entered the office.

"Hello, Hungary. What do you want?"

"Oh nothing." She cooed in an almost overly chipper voice, "I just wanted to tell you that I'm holding a picnic at my place and I wanted to make sure that you were coming."

"Will there be beer?"

"Lots."

"I'm in."

"Wonderful! Well, I'm off to go tell the others." She said, then skipped out of the office.

Prussia stared at the door that she had just exited from. Something was up with her. This was not the first time she had been acting strange.

A/N Yay! Fact sharing time! So the reference to Ukraine's scars is meant to be Chernobyl. The reason Belarus spoke Russian is that in Hetalia Russia actually said that Belarus almost forgot how to speak Belarusian and I happen to have met a little girl whose grandmother emigrated from Belarus and that's what they spoke. As well there are still some places in what was East Germany that STILL speak Russian. So yay for facts! Okay see you in the next chapter.

Translations

Da Russian for yes

Do pobachennya Ukrainian for Goodbye

Do svidaniya, Sestra. Russian for Goodbye, sister.

Moy brat Russian for My brother