Don't Let Me Disappear.

Tragic Memories

'How much time has passed...?' Prussia thought, his head swarming with unanswered questions, darkness still clouding his vision.

After another few minutes of silent suffering, he was finally able to lift his pale eyelids and glance around at his surroundings. Though this was no good if he couldn't see.

The room was pitch black, and every time he tried to blink it away, it didn't work.

"Where the hell am I?" He mumbled, moving forward only to get stopped by something on his wrists. The object was clamped tightly, it was cold and from the sounds of it, metal. He lifted his arms and immediately heard the clank of metal, which was the all too familiar sound of shackles.

He felt his heart begin to race and instinctively started yanking against the cuffs, shaking his head in a foolish attempt to forget the awful memories surfacing.

Footsteps.

His racing heart stopped. He looked up to the sound of the footsteps and pressed back against the wall. Somehow, he already knew who it was.

He closed his eyes as light flooded the basement he was surely in, down the long hallway of cells. He watched the familiar bars ahead of him, focused on them, as the large Russian's figure appeared at the door. The rattle of keys sent shivers down Prussia's spine and he closed his eyes, waiting. Russia stepped in and closed the door, dragging his pipe along the stone floor towards the chained Prussian.

Before he knew it the pipe came slamming down on his head and it went flying to the side with the momentum, a pained hiss soon following.

"Oh Prussiya..." The Russian hissed, leaning down to non-too-gently grab the Prussian's jaw, forcing him to look at him, "I'm going to miss our days together once the others get you back." Prussia grinned at this statement. 

That only meant that the Allies, and hopefully his brother, were trying to get him back. His excitement was immediately cut short as the pipe came crashing down on his knees and then stomach, knocking the air out of him. He gasped and curled on himself as much as the chains would allow, breathing quickly and sharply. He wasn't able to catch his breath before he felt Russia's heavy, steel-toed boot crash into his ribs. 

For what seemed like hours the blows came; a pipe to his knees, shoulders, chest, boot to his sides and head. Though, each blow was careful enough to make sure the Prussian stayed conscious.

When the blows finally stopped coming, Prussia was barely breathing. He hung limply from the restraints, blood coating his entire body, his vision nearly gone. Russia leaned down so that he was eye-level with the injured nation. He leaned close, his lips right beside the Prussian's ear. 

"You're all mine." 

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"Wake up, wake up!" 

"Yelling 'wake up' won't help anyone, you bloody idiot!" 

"Guys, I don't mean to interrupt but I think he moved."

"What?! Move, let me through!" 

Slowly, the dark began to fade. Cracking open his eye, Prussia came face-to-face with his younger brother. Immediately he smiled and one hand twitched in what seemed like an attempt to lift it. He was so happy to see his brother. 

"No, no stay down and don't move so much. You'll only hurt yourself more." Germany's voice commanded quietly, laced with worry. 

America peered over the German's shoulders and grinned widely at the sight of his friend, his grin immediately wavering slightly. "Man, you looked pretty screwed up don't you?" 

Germany shot him a glare and opened his mouth to scold the blunt American but Prussia interrupted with a short, hoarse laugh. 

"It's fine bruder, don't get your panties in a twist," His attention left his now scowling brother and turned to America. "So, can someone explain what happened?" 

"You got in a fight with Russia, and the man knocked you out with that buggering pipe of his." England's voice chimed in before America could respond. Prussia rolled his eyes and rested back on the soft bed. Wait, bed?

"Where am I?" He asked, starting to sit up. Again, Germany's arms pressed against Prussia's shoulders and pushed him back down gently. "We're in the hotel, bruder, the other idiots over here just decided to follow to see how you were doing." 

England gave a side-ways glare at Germany before returning his attention to Prussia. "Yes, because believe it or not we care. You could have died on us." 

"And what kind of hero would I be if I didn't come to see how a close friend was doing?" America chimed in. 

"Yeah.." a shy voice interrupted from behind and Prussia's attention turned again. His breath hitched as he realized that England, America, and Germany weren't the only ones in the room. They were all there: France, Spain, Romano, Italy, Austria, Hungary, Japan, China, Canada, Denmark, and countless others. He felt tears build in his eyes but quickly blinked away. 

So they all cared. Maybe they would notice when he disappeared. He sighed quietly and closed his eyes, grinning. 

"Thanks guys. It means a lot."