M'kay hey guys I just want to say what happens here, so pretty much its after world war two, I don't mean for the history or any information to be correct im just using things here and there. Prussia starts to loose himself to the persona as Kaliningrad through the control of his captor russia. There might be a few chapters IONO but hey if you like RussiaxPrussia, with a tiny bit of Prussiaxaustria (but trust me that doesn't last for long.) you might enjoy this M for soon to be smut smut msut!
This starts as a POV of somebody telling the story then it goes into Gilberts POV.

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Escape the Fate

The meeting was as uneventful as ever, everybody was yelling. Germany was pleading in his new cold and commanding (okay maybe it wasn't new) manner with a scary looking Italian digging a knife into the table nonchalantly (even though he had surrendered the German and Italian just couldn't end their uh...Uhm...) and a frozen Prussian staring at the allies on the other side of the table in horror.

"We're stripping Prussia's title as a nation whether you like it or not Germany." England yelled. Prussia shook his head and stood up.

"This has to be a fucking joke, you're not going to fucking kill me you tea sucking, American fucking asshole." He hissed at the Brit.

"Kill you why would we do that?" America said with the most serious tone he could manage (for once) "Oh you're just going to be, what's the word... abolished, like you'll be alive and kicking but you just won't have hold over a country apart for the east side of Germany if you get my drift? But your land just won't be just yours. And you'll be separated from your brother until deemed necessary"

The Prussians red eyes widened in disbelief.

"No fucking way, I'm FUCKING PRUSSIA! WHERE THE FUCK AM I MENT TO LIVE AFTER THE WAR? BECAUSE I DOUBT-" He looked desperately at his ex lover Austria who sat with a smirking Hungary embracing him. She knew that Gilbert still hurt from the break up and tried to rub it in as much as possible.

The allies fell silent apart from one.

"Vith me of course Gilbert."

Prussia turned his head to look at the massive Russian who was returning his glare with a longing stare.

"Fuck off I'm gonna live with you. I'll just stay with West you can't separate me from him." He turned his gaze at his younger brother for guidance.

"That'll be hard with a wall between us bruder, so no you're not. And I'm afraid I can't break my promises, you know I don't like being dishonest bruder" Germany said before half heartedly looking over at his (extremely slutty oh god Prussia had once upon a time wanted to fuck him but dude he's a slut) Italian companion.

"Così possiamo avere la casa a noi stessi?" Italy asked giggling slightly.

"Ja mein liebe." German smirked back, Italy leaned in mirroring Germany's expression.

"Making out at the table fabulous." America said throwing his burger at the pair.

"ORDER!" England screamed at the top of his lungs at the two nations.

Gilbert sunk into his chair shaking. He could feel the Russians stare pretty much burning into his face. His brother, younger brother at that just turned him away without a care in the world. Apart from the care that he had the urge to pash... ugh you get the point. He didn't take notice of the other countries planning his future. It was all his brothers' fault, if he wasn't so quick to please and be brainwashed by his insane and manipulative boss. He let the fucking war continue on, he became a Nazi sadist. It was his entire fucking fault.

"Fick dich bruder." Prussia muttered with venom dripping off every word. "Fick dich, fick dich, fick dich."

"Well it's settled Russia you now have control over East Germany." England set down his clipboard and looked at Prussia with an icy smile. "Enjoy your new home."

"No." He hissed.

"Don't make this hard for yourself Gilbert."

"I said no."

The allies looked at one another. They all nodded in a silent agreement. Well apart from Russia, he'd taken the opportunity to sneak up behind the ex Prussian.

"Come home vith me little vone. I've waited too long to have you." The Russian murmured in Gilbert's ear.

"Nein." Gilbert shook and unwanted tears streamed down his face. "The fuck..." Black dots played in front of his vision and he curled in on himself coughing like his life depended on it.

"Goodbye bruder see you around." His brother cruelly muttered after momentarily pulling away from North Italy.

"F-f-f-f-fick...d-d-dic-c..." Gilbert slurred while his eyes slid to the back of his head.

A nation with deep bluish purple eyes clutched a snow white bear and stared at horror at the unconscious nation.

"WHAT DID YOU DO EH?" He shouted at the surrounding countries. And naturally nobody heard him. "PRUSSIA WAKE UP!"

And naturally that was taken to the wind.

A tall, happy Russian burst through the front door surprising a brunette Lithuanian and a small Latvian in mid-conversation.

"Isn't it amazing? I finally got him! ~" Russia held a limp body clad in a blue uniform. The head slowly dropped to the side showing snow white features and an agape mouth.

"You got Prussia?" Lithuania asked with wide eyes. Russia nodded happily and cradled the albino closer to him.

"Everything vent as planned. Everything I hoped for came true, and he's going to break easier than all of you did, he's already in such a state of shock it vouldn't be hard to take advantage of my beloved snow bunny~"

He giggled and nuzzled Prussia's face with his nose. "Hmm I must get to vork on my plans before vakes up, it vould be an issue to start the ties if he vas still awake."

The Latvian and Lithuanian looked at each other before sprinting away from the unconscious Prussian and over excited Russian.

Knowing the consequences for what will become of Russia's longed, and forever loved prize.