I'll Make You Love Me
anonymous
March 11 2010, 02:23:19 UTC
Russia/Prussia. Russia takes over Prussia after WWII. Prussia starts out with a fiery will and is determined not to be broken, but gradually Russia turns him from fierce!teutonic!badass!Prussia to slutty!slave!subservient!Prussia, through plenty of mental, physical and sexual abuse and manipulation. Honestly I always picture Russia as more than a little apeshit during this time period, so it makes sense to me somehow that he's much crueler and prone to playing games with people than usual. Bonus if the sexual portion of his abuse includes plenty of toys, BDSM gear and messing with Prussia's head.
As for the ending, I leave it up to anon, but two possibilities that sprung into my mind were a) Germany gradually 'fixing' his brother after his release, leading to Germancest or b) Many years later Prussia has finally recovered from all of the screweduppery when he gets a visit from much a much saner Russia, who apologizes and the two of them work to repair relations.
Prologue - Can't break what's already broken <1/?>
anonymous
June 1 2010, 11:15:17 UTC
I read the request and my brain was like: Oh, what the fuck. Let's fill this bitch. I'm going for something a bit darker than OP suggested, with Prussia not being slutty so much as resigned. Russia still features, of course, as the resident psycho, although I think Gilbert's trying to catch up.
The handcuffs chafe and burn like the rope-burns Hungary always used to give him, the only difference being that Hungary's hands were made of flesh; the cuffs are made of cold stainless steel. No sense in being a captive and being able to escape, is there? He feels laughter bubbling up in the back of his throat and thinks: Not now, not now, please God, don't let me laugh. He knows the sound of it will bring him back, like a bear scenting a fresh carcass in the chill winter wind.
He's not sure how long he's been here. Forever and ever, amen, his mind supplies cheerfully and he can feel reality slip another notch. Don't laugh, don't you fucking DARE. It isn't an order so much anymore as it is a mantra. He's learned that repetition helps.
( ... )
Re: Prologue - Can't break what's already broken <1/?>
anonymous
June 1 2010, 12:56:44 UTC
Wow, just the prologue and I'm hooked with the glimpse into Prussia's mind. And Russia only has one line and already made me panic! Please, write more soon!
Re: Prologue - Can't break what's already broken <1/?>
anonymous
June 1 2010, 20:10:43 UTC
OP is so totally psyched for this already. I love the way Prussia knows he's going insane, and is trying to fight the madness even as it closes in on him. And that line at the end about Russia taking care of what is his- that sent chills down my spine.
Can't break what's already broken <2/?>
anonymous
June 2 2010, 10:50:05 UTC
First off, thank you everyone, for all the positive response! The original draft of this chapter was a lot longer, but it lacked that special something the prologue chapter had. Two more rewrites and I got this. It works for me, and so I hope it'll work for you, too.
The first thing he registered when he opened his gum-encrusted eyes was that his head felt like a land-mine waiting to be stepped on. No, it was even worse. It felt as though someone had taken a pick-axe to his skull and replaced his brain with slivers of finely ground glass. The second thing that swam into focus from the hazy depths of unconsciousness was that he couldn't feel his hands.
Off with his hands, he thought, and smiled sharply. The gesture hurt. His lips were cracked and dry and one side of his face was a numb lump. He leaned forward, to see what, if anything, was left of him and came to a sudden and painful halt. Ah. An iron collar. Nice. Clarity came quickly now, and he realized that the reason he couldn't feel his hands was because they'd gone dead. He
( ... )
Can't break what's already broken <2/?>
anonymous
June 2 2010, 10:52:03 UTC
--> Continued -->"Silence." Russia sounded like a nanny scolding a child for using a word not suited for company, but his eyes held a cold, steely anger that dared Prussia to utter one more word. "You will not utter that word in my presence ever again, little Prussia. Or else I will have to remove your tongue. I think your brother would be most displeased, yes
( ... )
Re: Can't break what's already broken <2/?>
anonymous
June 2 2010, 21:09:55 UTC
Prussia really has a love/hate relationship with his brother, right? For all of his (justified) resentment, he's worried about him and playing right into Russia's hands.
Again, the last line...goosebumps!
"Off with his hands". And now I can't help but see Russia as a creepiest version of the Queen of Hearts!
Can't break what's already broken <3/?>
anonymous
June 6 2010, 17:08:55 UTC
I get the feeling it's going to take me quite some time to finish this... =^=;;
"Brother?" He turns to look at the boy beside him and starts. There is no boy; in his stead there is a proud and attractive young man and suddenly, he feels both old and unneeded. "Brother?" Ludwig asks again, his tone coloured with worry and a hint of impatience.
Where has it all gone? What happened to him while time flew past and left him in its' wake? Gilbert wonders. It seems like only yesterday that he'd found Ludwig; had raised and fought for him tooth and nail and savage claw to become Germany, proud and strong. "Brother!" Impatience has won out, and Gilbert turns; smiles brightly, wickedly.
"Here I am," he calls. "Here I am."No air. The thought was a strange, incongruous little bubble within his mindscape and it took his conscious mind one, two moments to process. No air. He couldn't breathe. Prussia's eyes flew open. There was a large, leather-clad hand across his face, and it was suffocating him with the kind of thoughtless curiousity he'd
( ... )
Can't break what's already broken <3/?>
anonymous
June 6 2010, 17:11:45 UTC
--> Continued -->Russia heaved a long, exasperated sigh. Prussia thought it sounded like a bear's growl. "You see, little Prussia, this is eaxtcly why I need to discipline you. You are errant, yes? It is not fitting for a guest to abuse his host's hospitality. You will learn, yes
( ... )
Re: Can't break what's already broken <3/?>
anonymous
June 7 2010, 15:53:19 UTC
OP loves this fill and is also kind of terrified of it. Which is definitely a good thing. I love that line about Prussia being bathed in blood and baptized in fire, and in general I love the imagery of this fill <3
Re: Can't break what's already broken <3/?>
anonymous
June 26 2010, 04:44:52 UTC
My god Anon, you´re doing such a wonderful work here! The resentment Prussia feels towards Germany it´s beautifully expressed. Even Russia as the usual psycho seems more deep, more vivid and wonderful.
Please continue Anon! You have my heart in your hands!
Re: Can't break what's already broken <3/?>
anonymous
September 25 2010, 16:09:59 UTC
Oh my god, it's really amazing. The part that really got me was the prologue. Gave me a figurative hard-on from Prussia's total crazy-moment :'D Please update this soon. I'd love to see it finished!
As for the ending, I leave it up to anon, but two possibilities that sprung into my mind were a) Germany gradually 'fixing' his brother after his release, leading to Germancest or b) Many years later Prussia has finally recovered from all of the screweduppery when he gets a visit from much a much saner Russia, who apologizes and the two of them work to repair relations.
...God I feel like a bad person.
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The handcuffs chafe and burn like the rope-burns Hungary always used to give him, the only difference being that Hungary's hands were made of flesh; the cuffs are made of cold stainless steel. No sense in being a captive and being able to escape, is there? He feels laughter bubbling up in the back of his throat and thinks: Not now, not now, please God, don't let me laugh. He knows the sound of it will bring him back, like a bear scenting a fresh carcass in the chill winter wind.
He's not sure how long he's been here. Forever and ever, amen, his mind supplies cheerfully and he can feel reality slip another notch. Don't laugh, don't you fucking DARE. It isn't an order so much anymore as it is a mantra. He's learned that repetition helps. ( ... )
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I can't wait to read more! *u*
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Please, write more soon!
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The first thing he registered when he opened his gum-encrusted eyes was that his head felt like a land-mine waiting to be stepped on. No, it was even worse. It felt as though someone had taken a pick-axe to his skull and replaced his brain with slivers of finely ground glass. The second thing that swam into focus from the hazy depths of unconsciousness was that he couldn't feel his hands.
Off with his hands, he thought, and smiled sharply. The gesture hurt. His lips were cracked and dry and one side of his face was a numb lump. He leaned forward, to see what, if anything, was left of him and came to a sudden and painful halt. Ah. An iron collar. Nice. Clarity came quickly now, and he realized that the reason he couldn't feel his hands was because they'd gone dead. He ( ... )
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Again, the last line...goosebumps!
"Off with his hands". And now I can't help but see Russia as a creepiest version of the Queen of Hearts!
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I can't wait for the next bit
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"Brother?" He turns to look at the boy beside him and starts. There is no boy; in his stead there is a proud and attractive young man and suddenly, he feels both old and unneeded. "Brother?" Ludwig asks again, his tone coloured with worry and a hint of impatience.
Where has it all gone? What happened to him while time flew past and left him in its' wake? Gilbert wonders. It seems like only yesterday that he'd found Ludwig; had raised and fought for him tooth and nail and savage claw to become Germany, proud and strong. "Brother!" Impatience has won out, and Gilbert turns; smiles brightly, wickedly.
"Here I am," he calls. "Here I am."No air. The thought was a strange, incongruous little bubble within his mindscape and it took his conscious mind one, two moments to process. No air. He couldn't breathe. Prussia's eyes flew open. There was a large, leather-clad hand across his face, and it was suffocating him with the kind of thoughtless curiousity he'd ( ... )
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Can't wait for the next bit
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Please continue Anon! You have my heart in your hands!
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Please update this soon. I'd love to see it finished!
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