Prologue
The robe fell smoothly from his shoulders in one swoop. He tried to cover himself up to the best of his ability, though it was hard, being chained to a stone wall. His captor laughed at his efforts.
"Vhat is vrong France?" he asked, moving to cup the blonde nation's face roughly. France winced at the contact before glaring at Germany; willing all of his hatred into the look. Germany laughed again, not finding the nation frightening in the least. "I thought you liked showing your body to other nations, you filthy whore?"
Swallowing the sting to his pride, France mustered up enough rebellion to spit in the German's face. Rage instantly filled the Nazi nation's eyes.
"You filthy frog faced mutt!" he snarled, slapping him hard. France's head snapped to the side with the force of the blow. He glared fiercely at Germany when his head returned to its original position, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"Vousêtesunebrute." he spat. He could not deny the small spark of satisfaction when a small fleck of blood hit the German's cheek, making his nose crinkle in disgust.
Wiping the spot off, he grabbed a fistful of the French nation's hair, making France whimper in pain. He brought his face close to his own and relished in the flash of fear that crossed his fellow nation's eyes.
But wait. They weren't equals now were they? No. It was obvious that Germany was vastly superior to the this wavy haired slime chained in his basement.
"You should count yourself lucky that Italy reveres you as his "precious" groß bruder," he spat viciously in his face. "Othervise I vould not hesitate to kill you here and now."
France felt a spark of hope and gratefulness toward the Mediterranean Nation. It was short lived however as a cruel smile began to adorn Germany's features.
"However, Italy, precious naïve boy that he is, said nothing about torture..."
Any bravery that France might have felt before now fled at the look in the German's eyes.
"Non," he pleaded, flinching away. "s'ilvousplaît,non!" he struggled with all his might, his efforts having very little effect.
"Ruhigsein." Germany spat "You pathetic excuse for a country." He let go of the Frenchman's hair reached for the belt at his waist.
"s'ilvousplaît!s'ilvousplaît,Jevousenprie!" France sobbed. "Non!" There was a snap and a cry.
"NationenwiesolltemanvonderErdeausgelöschtwerden." Germany muttered, slashing the whip across France's bare chest again. The resulting yelp was one he would hear in his dreams for centuries to come.
France's cries of pain were much sweeter than that Jewish filth Poland's. There was something; dare he say it? Something innocent about the way he sobbed and pleaded for mercy.
A feral gleam came into his eyes as he laid a particularly nasty lash across him.
Every whimper and desperate attempt to twist away only made the German hit him harder and faster until France could do no more than hang limply with tears trailing down his face and pray for it to be over soon.
Prologue/End.
Translations:
Vousêtesunebrute(FR)-Youareabrute
groß bruder (GER)- Big brother
Non (FR)- no
s'ilvousplaît(FR)-please. A/N:
Ruhigsein(GER)-Bequiet/shutup
Jevousenprie(FR)-Ibegofyou
NationenwiesolltemanvonderErdeausgelöschtwerden(GER)-Nationslikeyoushouldbewipedfromtheearth.