Don't Let Me Disappear.

Old Enemies

First of all, sorry about the last chapter and thank you so much for caring I love you all <3 and I know the picture is a random drawing of Brendon Urie but I had to show it, my best friend Kaylah drew it and it's just so amazing x-x you go gurl draw that Urie xD anyway, on with the story!
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The meeting was a full-fledged fight now; Hungary at Prussia and Austria's throats while the two fought, screaming at them to calm down; Norway smashing poor Denmark's face in the wall and rubbing it there, threatening to shoot his ass with a curse.

England had France on the ground, choking the wits out of the Frenchman while America laughed loudly and punched any poor country careless enough to get in his way. Germany was standing, all trace of his smile now gone and replaced with agitation, not even acknowledging the Italian clinging to his side.

"Hey, you jerk-bastard potato eater! Get away from my brother-" Romano was cut off by a stern glare from the German and he immediately retreated behind Italy.

"Everyone!" Germany yelled, trying to get the countless country's attentions, yet that did nothing. "We have a meeting to finish! I swear we'll stay overtime!"

The room was suddenly silent.

Satisfied, Germany looked around and opened his mouth to scold before realising the attention of the other nations wasn't on him. He followed their gaze and gaped at the sight.

Russia was standing now, his pipe in one hand, Germany's brother in the other. Russia was holding Prussia by his throat above the ground, the Prussian was obviously frightened and pissed, old memories of the past with the two nations was surely surfacing, and the older brother started to panic and kick around, shouting German curses.

No one made a move towards Prussia for a long moment that felt like years, Russia's grip only tightening on the smaller ex-nation. Finally, Germany stepped forward, his voice low and dangerous.

"Let him go," He growled, hatred in his voice, "Now."
Russia merely grinned his childish grin to the angry German before returning his attention to Prussia.

"You idiot. Attacking me wasn't very smart, da?" Russia tilted his head, loosening his grip slightly on the squirming Prussian so he could respond.

"I-It wasn't me-meant for you," Prussia choked out, clawing at the Russian's strong arms, "But I'm glad it hit you instead!" After this, he spit in Russia's face and laughed weakly.

There was a slight gasp from those behind him as Russia's grin disappeared.

"B-Bruder what the hell?!" Germany shouted, his pistol already drawn and aimed at Russia. He knew it wouldn't kill him, but I could stop him long enough to save Prussia.

"I don't think so Germany," Russia said in a low, threatening voice, "you cannot attack me it would immediately be seen as an act of defiance, you've already lost twice remember," His violet eyes slowly looked at the younger German, his grip on Prussia's neck once again tightening, "this time I will take both of you."

Germany stiffened but didn't lower his pistol, watching his brother struggle, not sure of what to do.

"I will treat you just as I did him!" Russia continued, his grin suddenly reappearing, only more sadistic than childish, "oh I remember it so well, his screams, the agony of every day torture and horrible living conditions I remember it like it was yesterday." His attention returned to Prussia, who was starting to lose consciousness, "don't you remember, Prussia?" He rose his pipe, his grin widening, "don't you remember the fun we had?!"

"Russia!" Germany shouted, his finger on the trigger, but a hand clamped over his and shoved the pistol down before he could fire, a new voice chiming in.

"Russia don't you think this is enough? If you hurt him more this could lead to world wide violence, we don't need that right now! Put him down or else." England defended, his glare directed at the large Russian.

Russia didn't even look England's way.

"Make me."

Then the pipe came crashing down.

"Don't!" America, Denmark, England, and Germany sprinted at the Russian, but it was too late. The pipe came crashing down on Prussia's skull, releasing a sickening thud and earning a cry of pain and surprise from the choking Prussian. His attempts of escape disappeared in an instant and he went limp, his vision darkening.

He could hear shouts but couldn't see much other than pieces of light and vague countries, his vision now clouded with black. He barely felt himself be released from Russia's grip and smack into the cold ground, his view now up at the ceiling. His eyes shifted barely and he caught glance of one thing before finally blacking out...Russia's grin.

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Totally sorry if you don't like the whole sadistic Russia thing, but I happen to love Russia and his dark side. As much as I love Prussia (mein awesome self yes) I love the stories about when Prussia was under Russia's control after WWII and were Russia tortured him for two reasons: One being because I hate to see Prussia give in and I know he wouldn't so torture would be bound to happen in Russia's house, and the second because I'm just weird like that I like to read about torture especially when it's characters I love okay dont judge me xD Anyway, I'm gonna stop this because this authors note is way too long--bye for now my Gilbirds!~

- Prussia