Hetalia Feels

Pain (S)

Warnings for: pain (clearly), the holocaust, concentration camps, references to gas chambers, references to torture, references to rape, discrimination based on... everything, explicit torture, references to loved ones being nazis, nazism, for the love of all that is good and holy why did I write this, starvation, slow deaths, & ww2.
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     Gilbert was in pain, so much pain, but he could not die then. No, not like this... Not like this. He needed to say goodbye to his brother, to tease Elizaveta and Roderich one last time.

     He wanted to fall in love, to get married. He wanted to laugh and dance, to sing in the shower.

     The only reason he was alive at this point was by the sheer power of will. Gilbert couldn't decide if he was lucky to be alive, or unlucky.

     One thing was for sure. He was lucky that they did not put him in the gas chambers on the first day. That was definite, for had he been put there, he would never have met Francis and Antonio.

     They each had a reason for being locked up there, in those horrid camps. They didn't deserve it, no, but who did?

     Antonio was a part of the resistance, and had sacrificed himself for another. Hiding a man that he loved, and talked about all the time, named Lovino, in the only hiding place, instead being caught himself.

     Francis was a part of the French army. No one really knew why he was there, but there were a few rumors going around that he had taken a family of Jews out of Germany, but he was probably just a Prisoner of War.

     Gilbert was in there for one reason, and one reason only. His appearance. These constant beatings, life as a slave, watching others die... the only reason why he had to experience this was what he looked like. Albino, and proud of it.

     All three of them became close friends, and were nearly inseparable. That is, until the trio became... A duo. Antonio had been tortured for information on the resistance, without luck, until his body couldn't  take it anymore. He died only a week after entering the camp.

     Then, it was only Francis and Gilbert. Soon, though, Gilbert woke up only to learn that Francis had prevented a young girl from being raped, and was killed as punishment for not just walking away.

     Now, Gilbert was alone. The only reason why he was still alive was because his brother was so high ranking in the military. Though, he knew, his body would soon give out.

     Gilbert was wrapped up in chains, blood oozing out from his many wounds. He was only ever set free when it was time for him to labor, working as hard as he could.

     The wounds weren't from working, or from when he was being taken there, no. In fact, they were from when the soldiers had some spare time. They made up bets, seeing who could make him scream first. So far, he had never cried. Not once.

     They called him a monster, a demon. They never looked him in the eyes. They were terrified of his eyes. Why, he didn't know. Perhaps the color?

     Gilbert's head suddenly shot up. The clicking of boots rang out in his ears, as he gulped. The soldiers were here.

     They beat him, raped him, cut him, all the while laughing merrily. When he didn't scream soon enough, they'd whip his back, or press hot coals against his body. They didn't care, they didn't view him as human.

     But Gilbert was human. He felt this pain, this utter agony. He fought back, never giving up, not even during the worst moments of his torture.

     Today, Gilbert felt himself break. One tear let loose from his closed eyes, as he struggled to breathe. But he was tired, so tired... The pain was unbearable.... He just wanted to go to sleep.