DesconstructionHe can’t remember the last time he ate something. His stomach doesn’t growl anymore, but it hurts; starvation hurts. The basement is cold and the stones against his back are too rough, too raw. From somewhere comes the slow, maddening sound of water dripping
( ... )
Re: [part 3] Will follow for love [2/3]
anonymous
January 7 2010, 20:56:56 UTC
“We shall,” He says, and he feels his heart beating faster.
“We must be disciplined, firm. Some children still need to be taught,”
“Naughty children must behave,” He says, and feels proud that the other’s smile widened because of him.
“Yes, yes they must,”
Rebuilding
Russia puts a hand on his shoulder as they watch they square being cleared. He did well today. Told him where he could find the young rebels, gave him the data he needed to arrest them, to catch them in the act, before their protests against the system could even be heard. The hand in warm in his shoulder, and he feels glad for what he did. He did so, so well.
Russia smiles at him, and brings him home, to the room with the curtains shut and the bed they share.
“I am so proud of you, East,” Russia says and kneels in front of him, spreads his legs open, undoes his belt, pants. Russia is beautiful tonight. He threads his fingers through Russian hair, tugs a little. Russia laughs and he laughs too.
He’s proud of himself.
ReactionGermany had never seen his brother
( ... )
Re: [part 3] Will follow for love [3/3]
anonymous
January 7 2010, 20:57:28 UTC
His brother snorts, and turns his back on him.
Recovery
Spring makes Berlin shine beautifully. Gilbird chirps happily on his shoulder, and Gilbert grins to himself. He doesn’t look like the broken body trapped in the soviet basement, and the gold and red he once thought so beautiful joined the black he used to like in the old days. Now he is Germany, too. And he remembers everything.
Took him days to adapt to his new home. The apartment had too much light, and the city too much noise. And his bed is always empty now. West took good care of him, gave him some money, built him new buildings, renamed some of his streets, but…
From across the street he watched Russia come out of the hotel. He had followed him and waited and waited and waited, because he had to see him. Tall and proud and crumbled. A former superpower taking a walk in a Berliner street. Gilbert felt his heart beat faster, his cheeks warming, but told himself to stay where he was
( ... )
Russia/Prussia, soviet brainwashing
DesconstructionHe can’t remember the last time he ate something. His stomach doesn’t growl anymore, but it hurts; starvation hurts. The basement is cold and the stones against his back are too rough, too raw. From somewhere comes the slow, maddening sound of water dripping ( ... )
Reply
“We must be disciplined, firm. Some children still need to be taught,”
“Naughty children must behave,” He says, and feels proud that the other’s smile widened because of him.
“Yes, yes they must,”
Rebuilding
Russia puts a hand on his shoulder as they watch they square being cleared. He did well today. Told him where he could find the young rebels, gave him the data he needed to arrest them, to catch them in the act, before their protests against the system could even be heard. The hand in warm in his shoulder, and he feels glad for what he did. He did so, so well.
Russia smiles at him, and brings him home, to the room with the curtains shut and the bed they share.
“I am so proud of you, East,” Russia says and kneels in front of him, spreads his legs open, undoes his belt, pants. Russia is beautiful tonight. He threads his fingers through Russian hair, tugs a little. Russia laughs and he laughs too.
He’s proud of himself.
ReactionGermany had never seen his brother ( ... )
Reply
Recovery
Spring makes Berlin shine beautifully. Gilbird chirps happily on his shoulder, and Gilbert grins to himself. He doesn’t look like the broken body trapped in the soviet basement, and the gold and red he once thought so beautiful joined the black he used to like in the old days. Now he is Germany, too. And he remembers everything.
Took him days to adapt to his new home. The apartment had too much light, and the city too much noise. And his bed is always empty now. West took good care of him, gave him some money, built him new buildings, renamed some of his streets, but…
From across the street he watched Russia come out of the hotel. He had followed him and waited and waited and waited, because he had to see him. Tall and proud and crumbled. A former superpower taking a walk in a Berliner street. Gilbert felt his heart beat faster, his cheeks warming, but told himself to stay where he was ( ... )
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment