Blue Doll [1/?]
anonymous
April 1 2010, 11:15:57 UTC
I'm sorry if this isn't what OP was looking for; I've never written this kind of thing before... And it's not historically accurate at all... *hides*
Prussia sometimes wishes he could die. It was like fate had played a cruel trick on him; instead of granting him relief from his suffering like it had done for Old Fritz, he was forced to endure the pain and come right to the brink of death and stay there. Hell, his entire damn country was dissolved and divided up right in front of his eyes, and all he could do was sit on the sidelines and watch his own destruction.
Oh yes, he wants to die, but it was as though those years of battle had come back to haunt him: his body just wouldn't physically give up. He had become so used to pain that it had become nothing but a normal sensation to him, like touch or smell. But that had just been swords and stabs, attacks of soldiers that wanted to destroy anything and everything in their way.
This guy was out to get him specifically.
"Prussiaaa..."
Oh, God, please don't come in here. Hadn't he
( ... )
Re: Blue Doll [2/2]
anonymous
April 1 2010, 11:21:36 UTC
Sensing his bewilderment, Russia chuckles to himself before releasing Prussia's hand and grabbing him by the throat, slowly lifting him up and off the ground. He's surprised at how submissive the albino is; perhaps he has learned his lesson already?
Prussia then kicks his captor right in the Primorsky, feeling a rush of defiance from the way that his eyes tear up instinctively at the edges. Whatever it is that Russia wants to do to him, if he resists like that, then he'll have enough energy to keep himself from mentally collapsing. Probably.
"Silly..." Russia winces, but still keeps a firm hold on Prussia's throat. "You're only making this much, much less fun for you." He lets go, letting Prussia fall to the ground and taking advantage of his shock by slipping the bag over his head.
"Wha -" Prussia never gets a chance to say anything because Russia's already tied the bag around his neck; cutting off his air supply. H-he's..."Much better," Russia approves before striking Prussia across the top of his head, grinning as his prisoner
( ... )
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Prussia sometimes wishes he could die. It was like fate had played a cruel trick on him; instead of granting him relief from his suffering like it had done for Old Fritz, he was forced to endure the pain and come right to the brink of death and stay there. Hell, his entire damn country was dissolved and divided up right in front of his eyes, and all he could do was sit on the sidelines and watch his own destruction.
Oh yes, he wants to die, but it was as though those years of battle had come back to haunt him: his body just wouldn't physically give up. He had become so used to pain that it had become nothing but a normal sensation to him, like touch or smell. But that had just been swords and stabs, attacks of soldiers that wanted to destroy anything and everything in their way.
This guy was out to get him specifically.
"Prussiaaa..."
Oh, God, please don't come in here. Hadn't he ( ... )
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Prussia then kicks his captor right in the Primorsky, feeling a rush of defiance from the way that his eyes tear up instinctively at the edges. Whatever it is that Russia wants to do to him, if he resists like that, then he'll have enough energy to keep himself from mentally collapsing. Probably.
"Silly..." Russia winces, but still keeps a firm hold on Prussia's throat. "You're only making this much, much less fun for you." He lets go, letting Prussia fall to the ground and taking advantage of his shock by slipping the bag over his head.
"Wha -" Prussia never gets a chance to say anything because Russia's already tied the bag around his neck; cutting off his air supply. H-he's..."Much better," Russia approves before striking Prussia across the top of his head, grinning as his prisoner ( ... )
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