Shattered

Russia wandered around his house looking around. He tilted his head, and decided he was going to visit his current favorite, a certain albino Prussian male. He opened the door. "Gilbert~." He said, smiling widely.

Prussia didn't look toward the door because he already knew who it was and didn't give a damn. "No." he demanded with his back to the door.

"No?" Russia tilted his head.

"Leave." he spat still not moving refusing to accept his presence.

"Are you actually ordering me?" Russia tilted his head.

"I am ordering you and it consists of 'get out'."

Russia was quickly behind the Prussian, and his gloved hand gripped white locks. He twisted his hand to the sighed, pulling the albino's head back. "You're forgetting who you belong to now." He had a dark look on his face.

"I don't belong to anyone." he growled with an icy glare putting an emphasis on 'belong'.

Russia smirked. "You can keep telling yourself that, but you know it's a lie. You belong to me, and you are going to act like it." He said, returning Prussia's icy look.

"Never." he declared staring at him not having blinked yet since they made eye contact.

"You'll be fun to break." Russia smiled and yanked his hand down, pulling the albino along with.

"I'll never break to you." he promised him not even feeling pain from the yank, but he knew pain would soon follow.

"That's what they always think." He smirked, yanking his hand down and then up quickly making sure it caused pain this time.

Prussia closed his eyes to keep the pain from escaping completely to his face and was still able to reply with the same hard tone, "I won't break."

Russia tsked lightly. "All in due time." He chuckled darkly. He leaned behind Prussia. "I don't think you'll need this however." He pulled Prussia's head back with one hand, the other grabbing his Iron Cross necklace.

Prussia grabbed for the necklace barely feeling the touch of the cold with his hand as his head was snapped back by the strength the Russian had on his hair. "Give that back you bastard!"

Russia smirked, putting the necklace in his jacket pocket as he released the albino's silvery locks. "And why should I give it to you?" Prussia didn't answer and grabbed for it and yanked it so quickly that it ripped his pocket. Russia pulled his arms back and punched Prussia in the stomach with as much force as he could, which was a lot of power in a single punch. Prussia doubled over in pain but refused to cry out holding the necklace to his chest while he tried to kick Russia's legs out from underneath him. Russia slammed his foot down on the Prussia's back, frowning and then repeated the action with his knee into the Prussian's stomach. Prussia felt blood creeping up on his throat and swallowed it quickly putting the necklace behind him glaring at Russia. Russia sighed, shaking his head. "You're just making this hard on yourself; personally it doesn't matter to me if you do the hard or easy way."

"You'll never get this necklace and I will never break." he growled but smiled at him showing him he was completely serious. His eyes widened slightly, and then they narrowed. He struck Prussia across the face with the back of his gloved hand, with no expression showing on his face. Prussia didn't lose his smile or icy glare as he worked his jaw looking back at him. That look unnerved Russia, and he punched Prussia square in the mouth. The force of the punch sent him to one knee and this time he had to wipe his mouth of any blood. He wanted to put the necklace back on but then Russia would just take it again, so he needed to get it somewhere. Russia gripped his hair again and pulled him to his feet, giving him an icy glare. He eventually let Prussia go, and shoved him, with enough force to send him to the ground, as he walked out of the room slamming the door. He was going to take the necklace away from him, just like how he was going to take away his will and spirit. Prussia hit the ground and smirked at his victory and began searching the room for a perfect place to hide his necklace. He wanted to wear it but, he couldn't let Russia get it. Finally finding a spot, he used tape to place the necklace to the top of the bottom drawer of his dresser in the back corner. Just closing the drawer made him sick to his stomach because it was his last physical object he had of his bruder.


Later that night, Russia went back into Prussia's room. The time was sometime between one and three in the morning, maybe 2:15...It was hard to tell. He leaned against the wall, staring at the Prussian, who was probably asleep.

Prussia was half asleep because he was so paranoid of his necklace that he couldn't really get to a deep sleep.

Russia was holding something in one of his hands, a vodka bottle. He raised it to his lips, and took a large drink. He was smashed...sort of...He still slightly had his mind. He wandered over to the edge of Prussia's bed and sat down, staring at the albino.

Prussia felt the shift of his bed and instantly sat up staring at the Russian. "Why the hell are you here?" He glared at him wanting him to leave.

Russia just stared at him for a minute, blankly. "Why?"

Prussia's eye twitched, "How long have you been in here?" he asked suspiciously hardening his glare even more.

Russia tilted his head slightly, still staring at Prussia. "...not very long." He slurred slightly.

Shit, he was drunk or well getting there. "Well it looks like you're not doing much so leave." he demanded, yes he demanded again, because he wasn't a very good student.

Russia grabbed Prussia by the front of his shirt and pulled him close, eyeing him. "No."

"Yes." he growled grabbing his hand trying to get it off of him. Russia grabbed Prussia's wrist and held it firmly, shaking his head. The albino growled, "Fucking bastard, leave me alone!" he tried getting his wrist out of his grip. Russia tightened his grip, hard enough to leave bruises. He glared at him still trying to get out of his grip.

Russia stared back at Prussia, a dark look on his face, but his eyes held nothing. Suddenly, an amused look appeared on his face, his eyes still blank, as he tightened his grip on Prussia's wrist. "The human wrist is so easy to break...Would you like to see for yourself?"

Prussia kept glaring at him and stopped trying to escape as if saying, 'fucking show me then'. Russia's amused look grew, and he tightened his grip until he felt and heard cracking. Prussia's facial expression didn't change much because he wasn't going to yell or fight back. That's what he expects him to do, but all that changed was his eyes narrowing. Russia just tilted his head, staring at the Prussian. He blinked slowly and mumbled something, putting his forehead on Prussia's shoulder, mumbling incoherently. Prussia pulled away from his head wincing from the pain in his wrist but quickly hid it.

"Vy medlenno ubivatʹ menya..." He mumbled, before he opened his mouth and bit Prussia hard to the blood, making a slightly deep wound, even though his shirt.

Prussia hissed still trying to back away creating a larger wound, "Get off me." he growled. Russia bit harder and pulled away smirking, his mouth red. "Bastard." he growled feeling the blood slowly dribble on along his skin even though he couldn't really see it. He chuckled lowly, shaking his head. Prussia glared at him his eyes becoming icy, "Fucking prick." Russia glared at Prussia through his bangs and struck him across the face, before he took a swig of his almost forgotten Vodka. Prussia's head snapped to the side and he looked back knocking the Vodka out of his hands and smirked as it hit the floor smashing to pieces. Russia looked from the broken bottle and back up to Prussia. Back and forth. He grabbed Prussia by the hair, and stated delivering blows to the face with his free hand. Prussia felt blood come into his mouth and had to spit it out once he stopped punching him. His cheeks felt swollen and his nose was probably broken.

Russia put his fist down, not letting go of Prussia's hair. He frowned. "You are so difficult, Gilbert." He mumbled.

"That's why, you'll never fucking break me." he stated. He looked at his wrist seeing it begin to bruise and cursed, that was his best hand to punch him with.

"If you are trying to focus on what you think is impossible, think of you seeing your little brother again...unlike me breaking you, that is impossible." He smirked, slightly.

Prussia punched him as hard as he could in the gut. "Don't fucking talk about him." Then he tried pushing and kicking him off the bed anything to get him away.

Russia glared up at Prussia again, before he slammed him back against the wall, holding him by the throat. "I could kill you right now." He said, softly, applying pressure to cut off the albino's air intake. Prussia felt his breath coming short and his lungs begin to burn for air. He kicked at him and tried to pry his hand from his neck somehow still able to glare at him. "But, what fun would that be?" He held his throat, but didn't try to suffocate him anymore.

Prussia took in the air and instantly yelled, "Fucking sadist."

"Look who's talking." He smirked. Prussia kicked at his lower regions. Russia backhanded him again. Prussia kept kicking at him and was still trying to pry his hand off his throat now breaking skin.

Russia winced slightly, pulling his hand away. He raised his fist glaring at Prussia, before he put his hand down, and shook his head. Prussia rubbed his neck and then walked past him to his bed going to ignore him now. Russia grabbed Prussia's arm, frowning. He yanked his arm free and went to the other part of his bed away from Russia acting like he didn't even feel anything. Russia glared at him, and grabbed him by the arm, dragging him out of the room. He wanted to yell but he was acting like nothing was happening and let himself be dragged away. Russia led Prussia to his room, and pushed him on to the bed. He glanced at him for a second, before going into the bathroom, returning with a wet cloth and a few medical supplies. "Take off your shirt." He said. Prussia was staring at the ceiling and pretending he didn't hear him. Russia frowned. "Take off your shirt." He repeated. Prussia rolled on his side still ignoring the Russian. Russia retaliated by punching him in the back. He laid there desperately wanting to say something but was determined to piss him off, because he was tired of him. Russia pushed Prussia onto his back, and sat on his lap, frowning down at him. He pulled off Prussia's shirt and opened a bottle, and got some of it on a cloth, before pressing it to where he had bitten Prussia, instantly causing a sharp burning pain.

"Fuck!" Prussia yelled trying to get away from the cloth. He held him down with one hand, blotting the cloth over the bite. Prussia grabbed at his hand, "I don't need your fucking help."

Russia raised his hand to slap Prussia, and then sighed putting it down. "Just shut up, you Cyka." He replied.

"Never." he glared at him trying to pull his hand away. Russia glared back at him, before he opened the bottle and poured about of third of it on Prussia's wound.

Prussia writhed trying to get him off and went for a punch at his kidney. "Fuck off!"

Russia pinned his arms to his side. "Are you going to calm down?"

"Not until I'm far away from you." he spat. Russia didn't hold back his hand, and struck Prussia across the face. He turned back to him smiling with an icy glare. Russia took a pillow and shoved it on his face, not caring he was getting blood on it. Prussia thrashed against the pillow and tried hitting him again. Russia let him flail around, pressing the cloth to the bite wound. Prussia gave up and bit his tongue to ignore the pain.

Russia eventually pulled the cloth away, and dressed the wound. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" He mumbled under his breath.

"Yes." he growled moving the pillow off his face. Russia shook his head, and held Prussia's face between his index finger, and thumb, moving his head side to side, slowly, to examine the damage. "Stop pretending to be nice dammit." he yelled watching him with fire in his red eyes.

"I'm not pretending anything. I have to keep my possessions in shape." Russia said softly.

Prussia scoffed, "Oh yeah so you can keep fucking torturing them, should've known it was only for your own damn pleasure."

Russia tilted his own back slightly, running a hand through Prussia's hair. "You could say that...after all, look at you, you're just something who's constantly handed around and then abandoned, never kept for long." Prussia looked away not replying because it wasn't true, his bruder didn't leave him because he wanted to, it was because of the fucking Russian. Russia smirked slightly, putting his hands on Prussia's cheeks.


Okay this is an rp me and a friend are doing. We are really far into it and I just decided to go back and edit it to post it on fanfiction. So until these chapters catch up to where we are, you guys just have to wait until I edit it because as you can see, these are really long. This is only half of the first day to our rp. 8D I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter and give a review if you wish.