Angels Fly

🇩🇪.:|Chapter 6 - The Slavs|:.🇩🇪

Russia's pov.

We sat in silence for an hour or so out there. The cold even started to get to me, it was around -32°C. Germany looked terrible, as if he knew that there wasn't a chance for him anymore. I remember when Third was locked up they refused to listen to him because he was his son, and the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I rested against the trunk of a tree, what do I do? I can't kill him, even if I want to. That would make me no better then him and Third. I can't let him go home to that house, he might kill someone else or... hurt them at least. I could let him freeze out here, that would fix all of the problems. I look at his soft face once more and this time I notice the guilt running down it. Something begs me to help him, maybe it's my conscience or maybe it's Poland.

I continue to stare at Germany, my mind wonders. Did he do it alone? What drove him to do it? Was it because his father had tried to take Poland out, maybe he was trying to revive his Legacy. No, that doesn't sound like a good enough motive for Germany. His family is absolutely crazy though, maybe they don't need much of a motive.
"Did you kill him?" I ask bluntly. There's no point dancing around the issue, winged comrade is dead. Germany closes his eyes and shakes his head no before nodding yes.
"What? It can't be both. You either did or you didn't and we both know you did." I say, my voice rising slightly.

"I- I knew he was... going to pass, but I never hurt or injured him." Germany says, so there was another involved.
"Who did it then? If you lie I will turn you in." I say, pushing myself off the snowy ground and stepping towards him.
"Do not take my threat lightly either Germany." I stare into his eyes and grab his wrist with a sharp motion.
"TELL ME NOW!" I yell angrily as I throw him to the ground. Germany rolls slightly and backs up to a tree, his mouth wired shut. My anger grows, how dare he be silent. I grab his neck and slam him into the tree, snow falling from the leaves and branches.
"I will not ask again. WHO HELPED YOU?"

"R-REICH- MY GRANDFATHER-" Germany chokes out.

I let him fall to the ground again. So it was his crazy family after all. Despite my anger I do not blame Germany, I think he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Does that excuse him completely? No. I will need to ask my Father for his opinion, I don't trust Germany alone though.
"Come on. We should get out of the snow before we end up like winged comrade." I say after a few moments. He looks up at me confused and shakes his head.
"Y-You'll kill me..." Germany says, pressing his back against the tree. I raise an eyebrow and grab his wrist.
"Nyet, not a question. An order." I say as I drag him back to the truck. I guess I have to take him to mine until my Father figures something out.

I push Germany in and put child lock on so he can not jump from the car, I doubt he would but I refuse to take any chances. I start the engine and close my eyes for a second, listening to the engine hum it's familiar tune. I usually drive to forget my problems, I just get in and go with no destination in mind. Right now there are only two places I want to go, home and bed. I hear Germany fiddling with his sleeve behind me, well my sleeve, it's my coat. I start driving home, I know I should get there as quickly as possible but something tells me to take the back way, the longer way. I listen to the soft voice in my head.
"Why, why did you do it Germany? What... what drove you over the edge?" I whisper, mainly to myself. I don't expect him to respond.

"Ever since I was born everyone told me what a sick monster my father was. How he deserved to be behind bars and how he was a heartless freak. I never met my mother Marie, from what father told me during my visits she is beautiful beyond belief. I just, I didn't want everyone to tell me that Reich deserved to be locked up. I know he does but I just can't go through it again... I'm so sorry... I'm a horrible person... I know." Germany says as tears fall from his eyes down into his hands. In moments he is fully crying, begging for forgiveness. I don't say a word. I just let him cry his tears. I don't know if I should forgive him for the crimes against winged comrade, it really isn't my place to offer it.
"It must be hard for everyone to hate your father. I understand that, America convinced half the world that my father was the devil." I say as I gently tap on the wheel.

I pull into my family's driveway and get out. I opens Germany's door and drag him out of the car. I walk up the drive and pass two cars, Father's and Britain's. That's strange, Britain usually refuses to visit Father because of the lies and rumours America spread. I open the door and am met with a rush of warmth from the fire place. I push Germany in and close the door behind us, locking it.
"You're home! Gasp! Hello Germany! We haven't met but I'm Belarus! I'm really cool and awesome and funny and smart and-" I cut my only sister off.
"This is Belarus. She'll talk until your ears bleed if you let her." I say mumbling. She was in a soft green dress with a red bow around her waist, she looked like mother.

"Where are the others?" I say, siting Germany down on the couch, I doubt he will run now. Belarus sat next to him and started listing where our other siblings were, it was her talent. She knew where everyone was all the time. Ukraine came down the wonky stairs with his headphones on, the music so loud we could hear it. I wave at him and he pulls them off.
"Oh you're home. With Germany. Hello." Ukraine says before grabbing some bread from the cabinet. I walk over to him in the kitchen and go to say something, I doubt Germany or Belarus will hear me since Belarus is telling Germany about when she was nine she ate a rock.
"Why is Britain here? Is something wrong? Who is he meeting?" I say, Ukraine just grows a smirk and chuckles. I give him a look and grunt, he gets the hint.
"Britain is here for Papa. One could say that France just doesn't... tickle his fancy anymore."

I feel my eyes widen slightly. I hear Papa and Britain start wondering downstairs. Ukraine just slips his headphones back on.
"You must come around again soon. I enjoyed tonight." I hear Papa say as he takes the last couple of steps. I watch as Britain emerge from the corner.
"Yes, we have to make plans for the near future." Britain responds before being guided outside by Papa. Ukraine pretends to gag before giving a short wave and retreating to his room. I walk back to the lounge room to see Belarus showing Germany her stuffed bear and other soft animals. I know he just killed winged comrade but no one should endure the torture of my sister.
"Alright Belarus. Bed time. Say goodnight to Germany."

She groans and packs up her animals before saying goodnight and also retreating upstairs like Ukraine only moments ago. I sit next to Germany. He looks at me and sighs softly. He fiddles with the sleeves of the coat I gave him before speaking up.
"You're right... she can talk." He whispers. He looks uncomfortable and I'm honestly not sure why I brought him here, Papa was to give the final verdict. I was never good at punishments like him. Papa came in moments later as a car drove off down the street, probably Britain going home to his wife and kids.
"Oh, hello Son and company." Papa says before siting in his armchair near the fire. I look at him for a moment before speaking up.

"Papa, Germany here... he-" before I could finish Germany cut me off.
"I killed someone. I didn't physically do it but I didn't stop it from happening. I'm like my father." Germany said as a few tears slipped from his tired eyes. Papa thought for a moment, he closes his eye and sunk back into his chair. One could mistake him for going to sleep. His eye looked tired and the eye patch on the right eye looked worn. Papa was a hard working man and I was forever proud of him. He pulled his gloves off and wiped his cheeks.

"Well then, we might just have to fix that won't we?"

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