♡The Black Swan♡ (A RusGer Fanfic)

Chapter 15

⚠Warning⚠ This chapter contains mild fluff, abuse, angst, and kinda gross stuff!

( Germany's POV)

     Germany woke up next to Russia. He was underneath the blanket, and it was rather hot. He looked over to see that Russia was still asleep. As his senses slowly came back to him, he realized that there was something on his waist. He lifted the covers slightly to see that Russia's hand had been placed on his side. Germany blushed harshly. He gently slapped Russia in the face.

" Excuse me, sir!" Germany said, still blushing. He saw Russia stir a little bit, but he wasn't completely awake. Germany gave him another cheek slap.

" Mmmpf...whaaat?" Russia said drowsily.

" I need an explanation!"

"For what..?"

" This!"

     Germany pulled the blanket all the way off. Russia's hand had not moved an inch. Immediately, Russia pulled it off and blushed.

"Haha...I don't know how that got there.." He said with nervously. Germany gave him yet another playful slap, to which Russia responded with a playful growl.

" Slap me again and I'll slap your asscheeks!" He threatened, to which Germany only responded with a laugh.

"You wouldn't!" He teased.

"Try me, I dare you!"

     Germany laughed even harder. He knew Russia probably would do it, but he wasn't really scared. He raised his hand and braced himself to slap him again. He would've done it had he not noticed that Russia had moved his hand dangerously close to his butt. He blushed and playfully shoved Russia's arm away.

" Nut job!" Germany said to Russia.

" Whatever! I'll bet you weren't even gonna-"

     Germany had stopped Russia from finishing his sentence with a kiss. He felt Russia kiss him back. Germany held Russia's face and kissed him again. Russia giggled and continued to kiss him. They kissed on and off for about five minutes. The passion grew each time their lips touched.

" Eeew!" A voice said from outside. It was Ukraine and Kazakhstan.

"What?" Russia said to them. "Can't we have some privacy here?"

" I wouldn't have interrupted your make-out session, but Dad's on the way home."

"We weren't making out- oh crap!"

" What's wrong?" Germany asked him, though he was sure he already knew.

" My Dad probably wouldn't like it that you're here. You need to go."

" Oh, okay.."

     Germany was slightly disappointed. He wanted to spend more time with Russia, and he wanted to get away from his home. But he knew how potentially dangerous this could get for both Russia and him. Germany walked downstairs with Russia. Germany looked to the side and saw that Belarus was staring at him. He didn't want to be rude, but Russia's youngest sister was rather creepy. Turning to Russia, Germany gave him a hug and a peck on the mouth before leaving.

     Germany really didn't want to go home today. When he got to his house, he went behind it and into the woods instead. He knew exactly where he was going. He took his usual route to the hidden lake. It was still just as beautiful and pristine as last time, only now the sun was beginning to set. The sky's colorful hues were reflected by the water beautifully. It made Germany wish he had his paints. He looked around in search of the black swan. He found it drifting along the lake. It had its head tucked under its wing. Germany figured it was already asleep.

     As it began to drift by where Germany was sitting, it woke up. It gazed at him from the lake. Germany wondered if the swan still recognized him. It swam over to him with its head cocked in curiosity. It stopped a few feet away from him. Germany suddenly had a thought; maybe Russia would like to come out here. It would be just like their lunches, but with much better scenery. The swan watched Germany for another moment before flying several more feet away. It tucked its head again and went back to sleep.

      Germany knew he needed to go home now. He got up and left. He still didn't want to get there any earlier than he had to, so he walked slowly. Something about the forestry air and quiet evening age Germany an unexplainable feeling. It was almost as if breathing in the air made all his worries go away.

    Germany opened his door to see his father on the couch. As usual, he was reading his newspaper and paying no attention to Germany. Germany was about to head upstairs when a faint hiss stopped him.

" Germany." Reich called to him quietly. No matter how softly he spoke, Reich would always seem threatening to Germany.

" Y-yes, Vater?" He said, nervously coming back down the stairs.

" I smelled a Russian when I got home yesterday," he replied, slowly putting down his paper. There no hint of remorse or kindness in his eyes.

" U-uh,-"

" WHY DID I SMELL A RUSSIAN IN MY HOUSE?" Reich screamed. He grabbed Germany by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

" I-I don't know, Vater!"

     Third Reich snarled. He could sense a lie just as well as he could sense a Russian. He struck Germany hard across the face. Germany whimpered quietly. He felt like his face was on fire.

" I know you're lying." Reich hissed. He grabbed Germany by the neck and squeezed.

" Please! L-let me go!" Germany begged his father through choking gasps. His father gave him an especially hard squeeze before dropping him. Germany's legs felt weak, but he managed to stand up. Reich shoved Germany into a corner. Holding him by the collar of his shirt, he continued to slap Germany harshly. Germany let small whimpers escape every now and then. It wasn't the worst thing he'd felt from his father. Nevertheless, tears still rolled down his cheeks.

     Reich pulled the belt from his pants. He pinned Germany to the wall and beat him. Germany started to cry. He hated his father's belt. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything he could do. His father beat him harder, and Germany's cries turned into screams.

" Vater, stop, please! " he begged. Reich only lashed him harder.

     Germany wanted to throw up. His whole body hurt again. His father didn't care. He never did. He continued to lash his son harder and harder. It was too much for Germany. His legs could no longer support him, and as soon as his father let go of him, he crippled to the floor. All his father did was laugh.

" Weak piece of shit," he muttered before going about the rest of his evening. Germany simply laid there. He didn't have the energy to move. After several minutes, he pulled himself up and staggered towards his bathroom.

     As soon as he got in there, he went to his toilet and threw up. He wasn't sure why, but it made him feel slightly better. He threw up around 4 times before being done. He got up and washed his mouth out with water. He brushed his teeth to get rid of anything else. He hopped into the shower shortly after. He washed his bruised sides under the warm water. It helped them be a little less painful. As soon as he had finished drying off, he looked over at his razor blade. He made small, thin slits on his arm and wrist. He really wished that he wasn't here right now.

All he wanted to do was disappear.

     He let himself numb. Anything was better at this point than having to feel the pain he felt. He sighed to himself. He knew he had to hold on. He thought about Russia and Israel and Japan. He didn't ever want to hurt them the way his father hurt him. He had to stay, for their sake. He would do anything to make them happy, even if it meant that he had to hide his abusive life from them. All he had to do was keep going. 

( Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! I feel like I put warnings on a lot of my chapters :| I won't write too, too many chapters like this, as I'm sure it makes some people sad (it makes me sad as well). This part will be bolded later, so don't worry.)

Translations:

Vater-father

Story word count: 1, 345 words