Bride to Be (Rusger)

-12-

"Get up."

No response.

"Get up, stupid brat!"

A thundering pain to the stomach.

Germany coughed out fresh blood once more. The liquid staining the leather shoe that had caused such pain. Fortunately, the owner paid it no mind.

"You keep beating him up like this, he might not be able to get up at all."

Two men towered over the weak boy. But he didn't bother to even face up. He was on the ground, trembling, bruised, in pain, and a sheer amount of anger and disgust.

Something was thrown right next to him. A bag full of what looked like sweets. But they weren't. It was nothing like sweets.

"All you had to do was share these to some kids. It was one simple job. But it doesn't take an idiot to know you didn't even give a single one of it."

"D-doesn't take an idiot... to see how pathetic you two are... preying on children like c-"

Another kick to the stomach.

Germany sharply inhaled. A mistake since he ended up choking with his own blood. He coughed rapidly, even gagging at the taste of iron.

"We're not the ones who do things to the kids, aight? We have orders, you should do them too."

Germany let out a weak chuckle.

"W-what a sad excuse. O-orders? St-top telling y-yourself th-that. I've b-been tr-trying to run a-away for years."

"Yet here you are. Life would be easier if you would just listen."

"I agree."

Germany and the men were taken off guard at the sudden voice. Though the two may not have noticed, Germany remembered that voice as clear as day.

"...A-America..." Germany scowled.

America only approached closer with a smirk. The two men took a step back after realizing who it was.

"Tell you what, leave the kid to me, and I'll turn a blind eye on your business," America offered.

"We're not the ones you should be talking to," one of the men replied.

"Accept it or I'll bring this whole business down and have you all executed," America threatened in a stern tone.

Germany chuckled at the offer, "Actually, I think I'll decline that." "It's not your decision to make," America stated. The two men only nodded in response. "Get lost," America ordered. Without a second thought, the two men ran away from the two.

America crouched down to Germany and pulled his head to face him. "Miss me?" America questioned. "Hell no. I'd much rather be beaten to death by those two idiots right about now," Germany replied sourly. "That was a rhetorical question," America explained and pulled him up by his arm.

"Ow ow ow ow! Don't do that! I can't get up!" Germany complained. "Don't be such a drama queen," America scoffed. Truth be told, Germany wasn't exaggerating. The moment America let go he dropped back to the ground.

"Damn, you really can't get up," America whistled. "You think?" Germany groaned. "Whatever, I'll just get new clothes," America said and proceeded to carry Germany. "Hands off," Germany hissed. "Better than dragging you is it?" America stated.

"What do you want from me?" Germany questioned, "Never once have you bothered to pay attention to me since you first brought me here 2 years ago."

"I have a deal for you," America answered while walking. He was heading towards a carriage. "I refuse," Germany replied quickly with no hesitation. "You haven't even heard the offer," America chuckled. "I don't want anything to do with you," Germany scowled. "Didn't you say you've been trying to run away from those guys for years?" America questioned. "So you were just watching the whole time," Germany tsked.

"Didn't wanna ruin your little session," America smirked as he entered the carriage. He slowly placed Germany down to the seat across from him and sat on the other seat. "You got my clothes stained," America said eyeing the bloodstains and dirt on his clothes. "Told you I didn't want your deal," Germany stated.

"Speaking of, I want you to be my daughter," America said. Oh, it definitely caught his attention. "What the fuck, America? I'm not letting you adopt me, let alone be your daughter. I'm a man." Germany replied. "Okay, let me rephrase that. I want you to pretend to be my daughter," America stated. "That doesn't make it any better. I'm still a man!" Germany complained.

"Yes, well, it doesn't matter seeing how skinny you are," America chuckled. "That's because I was never fed properly. And why would you want me to pretend to be family? Specifically your daughter?" Germany questioned. "Say, I made a deal with the devil," America phrased. "It sounds more that person made a deal with a devil since you've been mentioning deals very often," Germany commented.

"That aside, we made a treaty with the communist party. The conditions are an arranged marriage. So I lied about having a daughter to wed USSR's son," America explained. "Doesn't the USSR have tons of sons and daughters? Couldn't you have at least lied that you had a son?" Germany questioned. "Well, humiliating both you and the communists are very entertaining," America laughed. Germany groaned and asked a different question, "Then what's in it for me?"

"You? Did you think you have a say in this?" America chuckled. "Technically, yes. I've handled a lot of beatings like what you saw just now, I don't see how else you'll make me cooperate," Germany stated. "You're good, I'll admit," America smirked, "But think about it. It's a win-win situation. You get to live somewhere nicer and treated better than here, not having to see us again and it keeps the whole war thing settled for now, yeah?" 

"Win-win situation? Once you got me to settle in with them, you won't need me anymore. You're free to attack them off guard thinking they have your 'daughter' as a hostage. I know you hate them, America, and if you had to choose to kill 1000 innocent people to get rid of them you would even sacrifice a million orphans," Germany scoffed.

America laughed louder. "When did you get so smart? Last I saw you, you were just some naive brat. You probably know all this stuff about betrayal and deals from your dad. Not like its anything special that a stubborn bastard could trick those idiots," the man commented. "Don't mention him," Germany hissed. His request was ignored as America exited the carriage when an escort opened the door. Germany tried to get out while his guts and back were still aching. Of course, America ended up carrying him again until he reached the top of the stairs. He handed him to two servants, ordering them to bring him to his prepared room.

"I'll call a doctor soon, so just do whatever in the meantime. Gotta change to better clothes since you ruined this one," America said and walked away without another word. Of course, Germany wanted to protest about being carried around all the time, but it seems the two servants insisted on helping him sincerely. 

The first kindness he got after years of suffering. He didn't care if he didn't get to meet them again or if it was only that little. It meant so much to him.

"Lyamora."

Germany looked up at America. His arm held out as he waited in front of two large doors.

"It's time."