Don't… don't judge me.

Cold War! Rape! Unawesome Prussia! Geez, why WOULDN'T you read this? It's the perfect storm of messed up!

Before you try to get through this, let me tell you a little about Prussia and Russia from my brain. We all know Russia is the definition of yandere. He thinks he's being sweet, but really he's a dangerous psychopath who hurts everything he loves. Hima-Papa even says he knows not what he does. And Prussia is stubborn. So fucking stubborn. He will refuse to beg for his life even if there's a gun to his head. And I don't think he would beg for anything besides. "Please" isn't in his vocabulary. At least in my head.

I wouldn't say anything, but it's pertinent.

Fun words you might want to know!

Kotik/kisa: pet, literally 'kitty cat'

Rodnoi: good friend, especially family

Daragohy: darling

Solnyshko: sun, sunshine

Angel: exactly what it sounds like.

Okay! You're prepared! Now read!

The basement was silent. Emptily, maddeningly, unbelievably silent. Russia didn't like when it was so silent. It made him afraid.

He walked down the stairs, touching the dripping concrete walls. He knew on some level that concrete was not supposed to drip like that, but like most things in his house, he had learned to accept it. Depending on his mood, the walls of the basement either seemed to weep or bleed mildew laced blood.

Russia wiped a cold tear away from the wall and continued to walk to his special room.

The silence was oppressive. It weighed on Russia like twenty feet of water. Even the slow "clunk… clunk… clunk…" of his steel tipped boots couldn't reassure him. So quietly, he lifted his voice in a hushed tune.

"You are my sunshine… my only sunshine…"

He heard a hollow whimper from the end of the hall. From his Bleeding Room. Russia smiled and knocked on the door.

"Gilbert? May I come in?"

The other side of the door grunted as Prussia struggled against his ropes. What a playful pet!

"Fuck you," Prussia's voice snarled.

Russia did not hear a 'no,' so he cheerfully opened the door.

The room was small, but it was mostly empty so it seemed rather larger. The only decoration against the stained walls was his slumped albino pet. Prussia wore tight knots around his wrists and ankles and nothing else. Why would he need clothes? Russia reasoned. It's not like anyone but he and his other pets would see the albino. Besides, clothes just got in the way. When Russia had discovered that the Prussia's lips were turning blue from the naked cold, Russia gave him a blanket. He was very kind to his pets.

Prussia had cast the blanket into the corner, however. He refused to even sleep on it. Russia had worried that perhaps the wool quilt was not comfortable, but it was, unfortunately the best he could give.

Instead, Prussia was curled into a ball in the corner, huddling himself against the cold. Russia made note of the green and purple bruises on the bony white back. He frowned. Russia did not much like bruises, but Prussia must have thought they were pretty. Otherwise, why would he keep asking for them?

"Did you sleep well, kotik?"

Prussia responded by hugging himself tighter. Russia wished he could see his face.

"You are cold, da? Perhaps you will use your blanket?"

Prussia growled at Russia angrily. Russia was worried. He looked at the bones protruding from his pet's sides and clucked his tongue.

"You are getting so thin, moy rodnoi. Have you not been eating?"

Prussia turned around suddenly and glared at Russia. His skin was gray and loose and his lips were a deep gray-blue. The skin around his crimson eyes was dark. He hadn't been sleeping either.

"I'm not eating your fucking food," Prussia spat. "I'm not using your fucking blanket, I'm not sleeping on your fucking floor, and I'm not your fucking rodnoi. Fuck you, Ivan.

Russia was distressed. "You have been here a long time. I had hoped you would grow to like my house."

"You put me in the goddamned basement!"

Russia stroked Prussia's matted hair affectionately and Prussia recoiled.

"Is there somewhere in my house you would rather be?" Russia asked sincerely. All Prussia had to do was say 'please,' and Russia would make it happen. He was very kind to his pets.

Prussia hugged his knees to his bruised chest. "I want to go home."

"You are home," Russia smiled. "You live here now, moy kotik. Remember? The rest of the world wanted you dead, even your brother. But I took you into my home because I care for you. That means my home is your home."

Prussia's eyes narrowed and he blinked rapidly. When he did this, it confused Russia. There was no need to blink back tears when you have someone who loves you with you. Yes, it must have hurt when Prussia realized that the rest of the world saw him as a useless relic of the past, a pathetic shadow of his former glory. But Russia did not care that the albino was useless. He loved him anyway, and told him so often.

Prussia coughed. Long, loud, wet, heaving bursts of lung echoed against the bleeding walls and Russia frowned.

"You are getting sick. Why are you not taking care of yourself, Gilbert?"

Prussia glared silently up at Russia. Russia frowned.

"I will ask Elizaveta to bring you medicine tomorrow."

"I'm not taking your fucking Commie medicine," Prussia growled.

"At least eat something, my stubborn little kitten. I fear you are wasting away!"

"I'm not eating your Commie food, either!"

Russia sat down and chewed his lip thoughtfully. "Perhaps you do not like the taste?"

"I hate everything here!"

"Hm," Russia said. "That is unfortunate. I rather like Hungary's cooking, but if she cannot perform to my little Gilbert's tastes… I shall have to punish her."

Prussia's eyes widened. "N-nein," he said. "Don't hurt Liz!"

"I don't see a choice," Russia said, distressed. "Her cooking is so awful, you'd rather be ill than eat. She is making you sick."

"She's not," Prussia insisted. "Her cooking is fine!"

"Will you eat, then?" Russia asked hopefully.

"Fine! I'll fucking eat! Don't hurt Liz!"

"Da!" Russia smiled. "That makes me so happy to hear!"

Russia watched as Prussia slowly sat up. He looked to be in pain, but every time Russia ever moved to help him, Prussia would snap and hiss. So Russia kept his hands to himself and tried to smile encouragingly.

"Why the hell are you still here?" Prussia snapped at Russia. "Don't you have better things to do?"

"What could be better than making sure my Gilbert is happy?" Russia patted Prussia on the leg and Prussia shuddered in repulsion and covered his nakedness.

"What do you think, Ivan?" Prussia said. "Do I look very happy?"

"Nyet. And that is why I am worried."

"So let me go," Prussia said. "Untie me and let me leave."

"Where would you go?" Russia asked, curiously. "Every one of your friends wants you dead. Even your brother cast you out."

Prussia's eyes welled up with tears. "That's not true… He was just too weak to do anything…."

"And what of your friends, moy dahragohy? France? England? America? They all voted for your death. Everyone else did nothing. I alone took you into my home. I alone care for you."

Prussia squeezed his eyes shut and let the tears run silently down his face. He should be dead. He knew that. But for the sadistic grace of Russia, he would be. He raised his arms to his face, but he couldn't lift them high enough. He was so weak. Too weak. Would dead really be that much worse than this horrible half-life?

A sob escaped Prussia's throat. "I wish I was dead."

Russia pressed a finger to the albino's gray lips. "Shh, don't say such things, angel moy. You do not mean that."

"I do," Prussia whispered. "I wish I was dead. I'd rather be dead than here."

Russia pulled the bony figure into his lap and held him to his chest. Prussia struggled feebly, but he was exhausted and cold and weak from starving himself. Russia wrapped his giant arms around the shivering albino and rocked him back and forth.

"You are my sunshine… my only sunshine…. You make me happy when skies are gray…."

Prussia dissolved into a fresh wave of sobs and tried to struggle out of the Russian's lap, but Russia held him tight against his chest.

"No… no, don't…."

"Don't what?" Russia said innocently, stroking his pet's thigh.

Prussia shuddered in repulsion. "D-don't touch me…."

Russia nibbled affectionately on Prussia's white neck. "But it will make you feel better. Everyone feels better when they are being loved, da?"

Prussia whimpered, terrified. "Don't touch me… don't touch me…."

Russia let Prussia squirm out of his lap, half amused. "Very well. I will not touch. But I need to make sure you are happy before I leave."

Prussia's eyes glared like steel suddenly and he set his brows in a defiant line. "I will never be happy here."

Russia smiled indulgently. "You have nowhere else to go, so you may as well start being happy, da?"

"Fuck you, Ivan. Fuck you so hard."

Russia leaned back and looked at Prussia. "I am only trying to make you happy, moy kisa."

"You can't make me happy," Prussia said, fire returning to his manner. "I'd be happier if I was dead."

"Gilbert, you are being very disagreeable."

"I don't fucking care-!" Prussia was cut off as Russia slapped him across the face. The force knocked Prussia to the ground with a loud "Oof!" He tasted blood and tears sprang into his eyes.

"Gilbert," Russia said calmly as the ex-nation struggled to right himself again. "I am trying to make you happy. That will not work if you do not cooperate. So for both of us, try with me."

Prussia glared and wiped the blood from his lips. But he sat silently, waiting for the Russian to leave.

Russia didn't. Instead, he gave an innocent smile. "Now then. Touch yourself."

Prussia's eyes widened in horror, but he tried to keep a cool face. "What?"

"Do it, Gilbert. It will make you happy again."

"You're kidding, right? That's not funny."

Russia smiled and Prussia's eyes widened.

"You're sick. I'm not doing that."

Russia scooted closer. "Anything is better than watching solnyshko moyo want to die. Trust me. You will feel better."

"No!" Prussia said, panicking. "I don't want to!"

"You have to try," Russia said earnestly. "You may not like it at first, but when you're done you will feel better!"

"I'm not doing that, you're disgusting!"

Russia sighed. "Very well. I will do it."

"No!" Prussia recoiled from Russia's outstretched hand. "Keep the hell away from me!"

"What is the problem, little Gilbert? It will make you happy again!"

"No it fucking won't! Don't touch me!"

"Depression is very serious, Gilbert," Russia said. "I do not want you to hurt yourself. So we will try this, and if that does not work we will try something else."

"NO!" Prussia yelled. "Keep the fuck away from me!"

"I will not touch so long as you take care of yourself. Da?"

Prussia paused and bit his lip. Russia sighed and reached out to his pet.

"Take a deep breath. It will all be over soon."

"NO!" Prussia yelled. He shuddered and slowly wrapped his bony hands around his flaccid length.

Russia sat back, satisfied. "You see? That feels good, da? Now you move your hands up and down."

Prussia turned a deep red and glared at the floor. "Can't you go away?"

"Don't be silly," Russia scolded. "I must make sure my pet takes his medicine. Now move your hands up and down."

Prussia closed his eyes in shame and did as he was told. A tear made its way down his ashen cheek and Russia felt sad for him.

"You are still sad. Maybe you are not doing it right?"

Prussia was silent as he slowly and resentfully pulled his still-limp member.

"No," Russia decided. "You are definitely not doing it right. You are not even stiff!"

"You're disgusting," Prussia hissed.

Russia looked at his watch and realized he had a meeting in an hour. He sighed. "Hurry, angel moy. I need to meet with China very soon."

Prussia stopped feebly touching himself and he leaned against the wall. "Go. I don't even want you here in the first place."

"But your medicine…"

"It's not fucking medicine, Ivan! You're the one that's sick!"

Russia felt a stab of anger. All he wanted to do was make his darling pet feel happy. Gilbert complained and complained, but he never suggested to Russia a way to make things better. All he ever said was that he wanted to go home, and that wasn't possible anymore.

He really didn't know what was best for himself. But Russia did.

Russia leaned forward and Prussia jumped away from him. But all Russia did was work at the knots binding his wrists.

Prussia's eyes suddenly lit up in surprise. "R-really? You're letting me go?"

Russia held the rope in his hands. "Hm? Go where?"

Prussia's ghost smile faltered. "Go… go home. Back to my family."

"I told you," Russia said, pinning Prussia's hands behind his back. "Your family hates you. This is your home now."

Prussia's eyes widened in fear as he felt the ropes tighten against his wrists.

"N-no! No, stop!"

Russia traced his finger down the immobilized Prussia's body. "Say please," he said.

"Fuck you, I'm not begging! Stop touching me!"

Russia smiled happily and sucked on Prussia's neck. He really would have stopped if Prussia asked nicely. He was very kind to his pets. But Prussia had not asked nicely which could only mean that he didn't want Russia to stop.

Russia left little butterfly kisses down Prussia's chest. He made sure he paid extra attention to the bruises- even though Prussia probably liked them, they still looked like they hurt.

Prussia struggled and shouted, but Russia held down his hips and kissed the limp organ. "Watch very carefully," Russia instructed. "I'm going to show you how to feel better."

"D-don't!"

Russia held the flaccid member in one hand and cupped Prussia's balls in the other. Prussia screamed for help as Russia slowly took the entire length in his mouth. He swallowed twice and broke away, confused.

"Eh? Not even a little?"

Prussia was shaking violently, yelling for Lithuania, Estonia, Ukraine, anyone to help him. Russia squeezed Prussia's balls, annoyed, and the albino yelped in pain.

"You are not cooperating," Russia said. "Let me help you and this will all be done very quickly."

"LIZ! Fucking SOMEBODY! HELP! HELP!"

Russia slapped a hand over Prussia's mouth so hard his head banged against the wall. Prussia squeezed his eyes shut and moaned in pain.

"You are being very disagreeable, kotik. You must sit back and let Russia take care of you, da?"

Prussia was too dizzy to fight back. His slumped body was limp against the wall. He let out a few feeble protests through Russia's hand, but he didn't move.

Russia was satisfied. "Good. Now sit still."

Russia kept his hand over Prussia's mouth and used the other to slowly massage Prussia's limp organ. Now that Prussia was too weak to fight, he grew hard quicker. Not as quick as Russia would have liked, but he would take what he could get.

"Very good." Russia took his hand from Prussia's mouth and kissed the half-mast member. He ran his tongue back and forth across the tip, teasing. Prussia whimpered.

"S-stop…"

"Say please."

Instead, Prussia gave one last feeble tug at the ropes behind his back and sobbed.

Russia frowned. His pet was sadder than ever. Why? He would have to work faster.

"Ah… AH! OW!" Prussia yelled as Russia pulled too hard, too fast. "AUGH! STOP!"

Russia ignored him and went faster. He stroked Prussia's balls affectionately, rubbing them in little circles, as he jerked his pet.

Prussia's face flooded with tears. "STOP! GODDAMMIT, STOP, YOU PSYCHOPATH!"

He didn't say please, Russia noted with pleasure. As he jerked violently on his pet, Russia leaned up and licked a tear away.

"Don't cry," he murmured happily. "It will be over soon."

Prussia broke into a fresh wave of sobs. Suddenly, the very tip of his member spurted feebly into Russia's hand.

Russia looked in surprise at how little there was. He gave a few more experimental tugs to see if he could make Prussia come more, but he was already limp again. Prussia fell to his side and turned to face the wall, sobbing. Russia stroked his naked back encouragingly.

"There, there. Maybe next time you will be more relaxed. It feels better when you are relaxed, da?"

Prussia curled into a tighter ball, his hands still tied behind his back. He sobbed into the bleeding wall.

Russia sucked the salty cum from his hand and rubbed the back of Prussia's head. He looked curiously at the blood in his hair, wondering how it got there. "I wish I could untie you, angel moy. But you remember the last time I let you use your hands after I loved you. We can't let that happen again, da?"

Russia stroked the dark scars in Prussia's arms and clicked his tongue. "You are such a stubborn little kitten. If you would only ask, I would help you be happy."

Prussia murmured into the wall and sobbed harder.

"What was that, kisa?"

"P-please," Prussia whispered. "Let me d-die…."

Russia took his limp pet into his arms and rocked him back and forth. He sang gently.

"You are my sunshine… my only sunshine… you make me happy when skies are gray."

Prussia coughed heavily. Russia stroked his neck.

"You'll never know, dear… how much I love you…. Please don't take my sunshine away."

…Er…

I… I don't want to talk about it…

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