♡The Black Swan♡ (A RusGer Fanfic)

Chapter 3

⚠Warning! ⚠ This chapter contains abuse, angst, and triggering actions!

( Chapter from Germany's POV)

     Germany met up with Israel after school. They walked home together talking about their first day at school. Germany loved art but hated history. It gave him chills to talk about wars. Unfortunately, Israel lived rather close to the school, so their time together was short.

" I wish I able to hang out with you more, but my Dad would kill me if I got home too late" Germany said sadly as they reached Israel's house.

"Yeah, I know. We'll figure something out." Israel replied hopefully.

"Yeah.."

     Germany waved at his friend and proceeded to walk home. He was used to being alone. He really had no other friends but Israel, and they were barely able to talk to each other. He checked his watch to see the time. He had to hurry if he wanted to get home on time. He hoped and prayed his father wouldn't be too angry at him for running slightly late.

     By the time Germany reached his home, it was 4:01. He was a whole minute late. He took a deep breath before entering the place he called home. There didn't seem to be anyone home. This wasn't unusual; his father had "meetings" he needed to attend quite often. It was really him going out to get drunk with his friends. Germany called out in the silence:

" Vater, are you home?"

     There was no response at first. Germany was about to call out again when he heard a door open. His father came out of his room, looking rather well-dressed considering where he was going. He slammed the door behind him and came storming in Germany's direction. Germany thought his father was going to hit him, but instead Reich roughly shoved him aside.

"Out of my way, you piece of Scheisse! I have places to be!"

     Without acknowledging his son any more, he stomped out of the house and slammed the door loudly behind him. Germany jumped at the sudden noise. He never knew why his father acted the way he did. On the bright side, he wouldn't have to deal with him-at least for a few hours. He walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. He grabbed himself an apple on the way over. He pulled his homework out of his backpack. He breezed through it, and within 5 minutes he had a neat stack of finished work being loaded back into his bag. Too bad his father wasn't there to be proud of it. To Germany, he was never good enough for his dad, no matter how hard he tried to please him. With a sigh, Germany finished his snack and climbed the stairs up to his room.

     Germany laid on his bed and breathed deeply for a moment. He didn't bother to change out of his clothes yet; he could do that later. He turned to face his window. Immediately he knew what he could do to calm his sadness. Grabbing some art supplies, he walked over to his window and unlocked it. He opened it up just enough to where he could slip out. He let himself drop and landed in the large tree by his window. He closed the window and climbed down. After jumping off the last limb, he quickly ran behind the house and into the woods.

     He had been in the woods behind his home several times before. It was nice to hear the birds chirp in the trees. They helped distract Germany fro reality; it was almost like walking in a fairy tale. He had a very secret spot that was rather deep int he woods. There was no trail to the spot-or in the forest at all for that matter-, but Germany knew the way by heart. Slipping through thick bushes, he reached the spot. It was on the very edge of his part of the forest. The forest opened up to reveal a beautiful lake. The place was pristine; there seemed to be almost no activity around. Germany loved the clean air and beautiful sight, but there was one thing that really compelled him to come back. Waiting silently on a bank, he spotted a black swan. It had been here ever since Germany had found the lake. It watched Germany from across the lake. He liked to think it knew he was there, and that they had some sort of mutual relationship.

     Germany pulled out his sketchpad and made a drawing of the bird. For some reason, he could never get the facial features to look right, and the swan was always too far away to study. He sighed to himself and looked at his funky-faced swan sketch.

     Almost as if it had read his mind, the swan slowly swam towards the country. Germany looked up from his sketch, surprised that the swan had swam over to him. It stopped several feet away from the spot on shore where Germany was sitting. He wasted no time in studying and sketching the swan's face. When he finished, he stared right into the eyes of the swan. It had dark, almost black eyes. It's gaze was comforting and mildly curious. After a moment, the swan broke eye contact and flew back to it's side of the lake. Germany sighed happily. Now he had a good drawing of the swan that he could color in later. Germany felt his eyes getting heavier. Setting his stuff down and resting under a nearby tree, he dozed off.

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     Germany woke up several hours later. He lazily checked his watch and immediately shot up. He was supposed to be home a hour ago! Germany gathered his art supplies up and shoved them into his backpack in a frenzy. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He was out of breath by the time he reached his front door. His heart,  though he didn't think it was possible, started to pound harder. He was scared of what his father was going to do to him. Germany nervously opened the door. Reich was sitting on the couch, reading a newspaper.

"Where were you.." He mumbled from behind the paper.

"W-was..?"

" WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?!?" he threw down the paper and strode right up to Germany.

"I-I was out-"

Germany was met with a harsh slap in the face. His father growled and shoved him to the floor.

" YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE OUTSIDE!" he screeched. Picking Germany up by the collar, he threw him across the room. Germany hit the wall with a thud and crippled to the ground. He watched as Reich unbuckled the belt on his pants.

"Vater, bitte!" Germany pleaded.

     Reich whipped Germany across the face. Germany let out a cry, a mix of pain and sheer terror. His father trapped him in a corner and continued to whip him across his face and sides. Tears rolled down Germany's cheeks. His feeble cries turned into blood-curdling screams as his father continued to mercilessly beat him harder with the belt. He was sobbing and screaming at his father to stop, but Third Reich paid no attention to his son. By the time he was finished, Germany had a black eye and was bleeding from the mouth. Cuts and bruises were also visible on his cheeks, and there were sure to be twice as many on his body.

Grabbing his son by the neck, Reich pinned Germany to the wall. With a threatening tone he whispered:

"Let this be a lesson to you. Disobey me again, and I won't be so forgiving."

     He released his son and went to his room. Germany ran as quickly as he could to his room. He sat on his bed and cried into a pillow. His entire upper body hurt.Germany didn't understand why his father hated him so much. He couldn't understand why his father treated him this way. He wanted his pain to go away...

     After sobbing for about half an hour, Germany went to his bathroom to nurse his bruises. He wrapped his sides in bandages and disinfected his cuts. He looked over on the counter and caught sight of a razor blade. He held it in his right hand and rolled up his sleeve. He made several small slits in his arm, avoiding veins. His pain numbed into nothingness. He wiped some blood off of his arm and cleaned his sink. He re-entered his room and threw on some pajamas. He slipped under the covers and laid in bed, awake, empty, and exhausted.

He had to prepare himself for another day of school. Another tedious day of pretending to be okay.

( Hope you all enjoy the 3rd chapter! I know this one is rather extreme, but there won't be too, too many chapters like this. The next one will definitely be more lighthearted, so stay tuned!)

Oh, and I forgot to do this in the 1st chapter, but here's the German translated:

Vater-father
Bitte- please (in this context)

Was- what

Story word count: 1,456 words