Mothertalia

AdultGermany

((Y/n)'s pov.)

Tears ran down my eyes as I was pushed along. Germany, please help me... that was all I could think as Russia pushed me into a helicopter, a deadly smile on his face.

"W-what are you going to do to me?" I asked him scared as he giggled at me.

"Oh Sunflower, isn't it obvious?" He held a gun up to me as he then placed me in a choke hold. He whispered into my ear, "We're going to kill you."

I couldn't help but let out a squeak as he said that and my tears wouldn't stop.

"G-Germany! What about Germany! And Prussia! Don't hurt them, please!" I screamed out, thrashing in the Russian's arms as he laughed at me.

"Prussia's already dead, so don't worry. Soon you'll be joining him in hell." He laughed psychotically as I screamed at him, tears running down my face in agony. My son, my little boy, my baby.... is dead.

"Let me go! I'll kill you!" I screamed at him as I thrashed wildly in his arms. My legs kicked at his as my arms tried to repeatedly hit his chest, but failing to. He only laughed at me as he then threw me onto the ground and kicked me in the stomach. I doubled over in pain as he then started to kick at my sides. My entire body was in pain as he then grabbed my hair and dragged me into the pilot's room. Blood ran down my body as he sat next to America.

"Dude, I told you to shake her up not kill her!" America said to him as he looked over at me worriedly.

"She's fine, besides, she isn't dead." As soon as he said that I spit blood onto his shoe with a smirk while he looked at me darkly. I could faintly hear him saying some weird chant under his breath as he stood up and looked at me intimidatingly. I tried to calm myself down as I looked at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he's scaring the hell out of me and that I'm in a lot of pain.

He then kicked me in the face, a crack sound was heard as I then fell onto the floor. Blood leaking from my nose and forehead, streamed down my face. I could faintly hear America yelling at him to calm down as he flew the helicopter. Russia looked at him, clearly pissed off as he then sat back down in his chair, while I lied on the floor, beaten, bleeding, and heartbroken as I drifted into a deep sleep.

. . . Fast Forward. . .

As I woke up I could already feel that something bad was about to happen, and I couldn't be any more right.

I was awoken by my hair being pulled and let out a yelp as I took in my surroundings. We're still in the air and Russia is dragging me by my hair to the entrance of the helicopter, the doors wide opened.

I clawed at Russia's hand while he grinned at me evilly. He held me a choke position as America started to lower the plane to where the German army down below could see us.

  I looked at the German soldiers in pity. They all looked warn out and were wounded. They looked up at the sky with fear in their eyes and their body's went rigid. I could see some of them shaking and other gripping tightly onto their weapons. Then Germany.... his glare went right through me and I could immediately see what was going to happen.

  I'm going to die today. Either by a missed gunshot or a crazy Russian.

  "Hello, Germany! It's been a while, da?" Russia said oh so innocently. As if he weren't having hundreds of guns pointed at his head and a bleeding woman in his arms.

  "Bring my mutter down right now, or else." Venom was dripping from his voice as he said that. His gun aimed right at Russia and I. One wrong move and we both could be dead.

  "Or else what? Are you going to shoot? You wouldn't want to hurt you dear 'mutter' would you?" Russia said, mocking him. I watched as Germany tightened his grip on his gun, arm shaking slightly but not much. He was a bit unsteady and his hair all messed up with some blood on his clothes. I could see a big wet spot on his shoulder, blood coming out of the wound quickly.

  This isn't good. Who's winning the war?

  Suddenly an announcement broke through the tense atmosphere.

  "Germany has surrendered! Hitler has committed suicide!"

  Time seemed to go in slow motion after that.

"I guess we don't need you anymore then, da?" Russia whispered in my ear while giggling. A smile never leaving his face as he then let go of me and pushed me out the helicopter. I could hear both sides yelling and guns firing, but above all that I could hear Germany.

"Mama!" I heard him yell, a word he used to call me when he was a child.

I closed my eyes as I braced myself for impact. Even if this is the end it's only the beginning for me. If this is what it takes to repent for my children's sins then I'll do it, I'd do it a hundred times for them! One lone tear came down my face only to be gone with the wind. Prussia, Germany... I know where I'm going and I hope I don't see you there.... so this is my last goodbye to both my sons.... both living and dead.

"Germany, Prussia! I love you's!"
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(3rd pov.)

"We are gathered here today for" The pope (I'm making it the pope because countries are better then humans and popes are the best of the best, sorry!) said sadly, as everybody was affected by the death of this woman. Some more than others...

Two lonely German and Prussian men sat in the first pew as they looked at their mother sadly. Her (h/l) (h/c) laid next to her, her (s/c) hands looped through each other and rested on her waist. Her former (s/c) skin now much paler and colder.

Now that the war was over what were they going to do? They lost their mother, their friends, and almost lost Prussia.

That was all they could think as they saw their mother being brought into her golden temple-made especially for country's or their parents when they die- where she'd never be seen again except in a glass box that could only tell you of the tragedy she went through and her deep love for her sons.