Overtime - rusger fic

Overtime

A small trigger warning here, this book does contain elements of human trafficking. As well as small mentions of needles and drugs.
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Germany choked on his words for a little while. His already pale skin draining of colour. The small country stammered for an apology as he took another a step back, ready to run when he got the chance.

"I'm so sorry, I'll get out of here now."
The taller Russian gave an empty chuckle. The fear he always saw on everyone's face was getting old. He really was getting tired of it.
Germany was swiftly knocked unconscious by another person standing behind him. He was picked up and thrown into the back of a truck with a few other people.

When he moved forward to take a look at him he saw the smaller country was actually quite cute. Creamy white skin that flushed red at his cheeks and the tip of his nose, dark chocolate hair that ended in an adorable little fringe and rectangular glasses that rested weakly on the bridge of his small feminine-looking nose. He didn't have any scars or imperfections either, great.

The car started and drove off to where Russ kept prisoners and future merchandise. Most, if not all, wouldn't ever return to the life they had before. It was downhill from here for almost everyone.

The people there weren't anything special. Some office workers or people who lived on the streets before this. They were all replaceable, useless scum that worked away below him.

Germany shot awake. His slow breathing sped up as his eyes darted around the room. It was lit dimly, but you could see very easily. The unwelcoming yellow that came from the dirty light above him flickered slightly, but returned to normal soon enough.

In the room there was a toilet, a shower, two bunk beds and a light, which was all kept behind some cheap metal bars at the front of the room.

His train of panicked thoughts didn't last long though. It was broken by a certain country's footsteps coming down the hallway. Germany looked over, his face frozen in fear and shock. Making the other chuckle again.

"Sleep well ?"
The grim voice echoed around the room, making Germany's body tense up. He looked up at him, shaky hands gripping onto the bedsheets as he tried to process everything. Russia didn't get an answer.

"What's with the long face ? I got you one of the nice rooms."

"Where am I- why am I here ?"
"You're in a warehouse some place outside the city. Up on the market for some lonely, rich guy in his fifties."

"What-"
"You took a shortcut through the alleys, right ? You should've known that was a death wish."
"I didn't-"
"'Should've been more careful then. It isn't that hard to find out."
Russ yawned. Clearly wanting to get this over with soon. he didn't really visit the people he brought here, but he was passing by and thought it'd be fun.

"You're sick. I did nothing wrong."

"Maybe, but that doesn't make your situation here any better."
Germany went silent for a few seconds, so Russ spoke again.

"Hey, you're only stuck here until someone puts an offer up, then they'll be dealing with you until they get sick of it."
He continued.

"Anyways, get over it, there's no point getting worked up."

"You- you can't keep me here ! People will come looking ! You can't keep this up forever !"

Russia's eyes narrowed at the bold statement. He had to give Germany some credit, he had guts. But that wasn't going to do him any good.

"Who will come looking ?"

Germany just sat there, making him tsk. Russ stood there a few more seconds before walking away.

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Time skip, next day.

Germany waited in line at the prison-like cafeteria. Holding out a metal tray while the chubby cafeteria ladies snickered at him and shovelled more slop onto his already overflowing plate.

Russia took great pride in the products he sold. They were fed regularly, had good sleeping hours and working showers. It seemed like it would be too expensive to be taking care of so many people like this, but in the pay was well worth it in the end.

He stood in the corner of the room, focusing on the smaller country waiting in line. Russ couldn't help but chuckle at his disgusted face, while he glared down at the revolting, yet nutritious gruel he was holding. It tasted like cough medicine and had the texture of wet sand. There was no way he could finish this without throwing it back up.

Germany soon noticed Russia was standing in the back, and without hesitation he marched towards him, clutching the tray. This seemed to take everyone by surprise, even Russ himself. Everyone else in the room had a great deal of respect, or fear, for the taller country, and wouldn't dare to do something as reckless as this.

"Hey ! You ! You don't expect me to eat all of this, do you ?"

Russia just stared at him, surprised. The smaller kept yelling anyway.

"Where did you even find this ? It's revolting ! Did you even try this before you shoved it down our throats ?"

Everyone was silent. Russ just stood there, looking unimpressed while he silently processed what was happening. Germany seemed to boil up more at this.

"Here ! Have a taste, why don't you ?!"

He shovelled up some of the slightly solidified 'oatmeal', got onto his tiptoes and shoved the spoon into Russia's mouth, making him gag in response. The sand-like crystals stuck to his tongue as he tried to force it out his mouth.

"I don't even know if these are real beans ?? They look the part, but they taste like old cough syrup !"

Germany continued to yell anyway, taking a spoonful of the beans and shoving it again, in his mouth. Russia just stood there like a gaping fish, while everyone else watched in horror as the prisoner spoon fed one of the richest people in the city.

Finally, something was done. Russ grabbed his wrist and yanked the spoon out of his mouth, trying not to gag as he knocked the tray onto the floor and picked Germany up by the waist, carrying him on his shoulder into a different room. He was humiliated, sure. But was enjoying how worked up Germany got. It was new, but strangely adorable.

Russ wiped the crumbs off of his face and closed the door behind him, leaving everyone whispering and gossiping.