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4 | schlaf' ein

🇷🇺: male
🇩🇪: male
angst
⚠️ww2, nazi germany, east & west germany, child abuse⚠️
a/n: the rusger will come dont worry its just not at the beginning
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   closing his eyes wasn't enough. he could still hear her cries for help, her begs for mercy. he could hear her tears dropping onto the cold floor. the buckle clicking as it hit her skin, leaving bloody marks and bruises. he would usually protect her, but instead he was tied up to a chair.
   but she was innocent. she was innocent. she was fucking innocent.
   it should have been him. he knew that. it should have been him, lying there on the basement floor, recieving a harsh beating. she was innocent. his father knew this, too.
   suddenly the sound of air snapping stopped.
   "siehst du, West (you see, west)," the belt was thrown on the floor. "du kannst nicht erwarten, dass es keine Konsequenzen gibt. 13 Jahre. 13 Jahre, und du hast deine Lektion noch nicht gelernt. nur wenn du denkst, ich kann dich nicht mehr verletzen, werde ich dich auseinander reißen. (you can't expect that there won't be consequences. 13 years. 13 years, and you have not yet learned your lesson. just when you think i can't hurt you anymore, i will tear you apart)"
    "warum sie (why her)?" he choked out quietly, a lump forming in his throat.
    "weil du sie liebst (because you love her),"
   "und du nicht?" he suddenly cried out. there was no reply. the third reich just smiled. he hated that smile. he hated him. he wished he were dead. he wished he could save his sister. he wished he could be free.
   but he knew none of those wishes would come true. he was still tied down with a rope, forced to watch his sister get beaten. and somehow, he still loved his father. and he hated that.
   the oldest country turned and calmly walked to the door, pretending nothing had happened.
   "mach Spaß, meine Kinder (have fun, my children)," he said, before stepping out and shutting the lights off. leaving the twins alone in the dark, still tid up and wounded.
    "O-Ost (east)?" he whimpered, calling his sisters name. "bist du okay? egal, ich werde uns hier rausholen, es wird okay sein. ich verspreche es (are you okay? nevermind, i'll get us out of hier. it'll be okay. i promise),"
    "Vater hat das Licht ausgeschaltet (father turned off the light)," a voice answered. east knew of her brother's fear of the dark. he knew that when the lights went out, all his demons came, all the nightmares attacked, the monster in his mind awakened. "es ist okay, ich bin hier (it's okay, i'm here),"
     "ich werde uns hier rausholen," he repeated a bit louder this time. a tear slid down his cheek. he hated seeing his twin in pain. mentally, and physically. the tears started pouring, he couldn't control it. "ich habe dich nicht gerettet (i didn't save you)"
    the words hit her in the chest. the salty teardrops started rolling from her eyes as well.
    then she started singing through her sobs.

    wenn der Tag zu Ende geht
    das letztes Licht vor Dunkel steht
    du sollst nicht traurig sein
    schlaf' ein
    schlaf' ein

   "es tut mir so leid (i'm so sorry)," west said. east paid no attention and continued singing.
  
   ach, die kleinen Herzen schwer
   und die Tränen fließen sehr
  
    west looked at her, not able to find his sister because of the dark. he took a shaky breath and softly sang the next verse

    da ist doch gar kein Blot zu sehen
    ihr müsst jetzt schlafen gehen

    there was still hope. east joined in, making harmony, turning the lullaby into a beautiful sound.

    liebes Kind, du sollst nicht weinen
    davon wird nur die Ende nass
    morgen wird die Sonne scheinen
    leckt dir die Tränen von den Wangen blass

    schlaf' ein
    schlaf' ein

   "wir können es machen. wir sind Deutschland (we can do it. we are germany)"