At first, it wasn't too bad. Gilbert had lived through worse. The last war, for a start. He had been leaned by starvation, broken by shelling, and separated from his brother by the whims of the victors
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Blood welled thickly and poured from the open gashes as Gilbert choked down sobs of breath. He wasn't crying; Prussia didn't cry. But the pain took his breath away and burned his eyes
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When he rolled again into life, Gilbert groaned and had to force his swollen eyelids to open. They had squeezed shut during his brief escape from pain. The entire side of his face was a darkening bruise from Russia's blow
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You have massively triggered my maternal instincts, author!anon. I want to hug Gilbo and protect him so much, it almost hurts. *fidgets* Augh, this is why yandere!Russia (and yandere in general, actually) scare the crap outta me. *flails*
I still love this though. Even if it's turning the motherly insctincts up to eleven. *flails more*
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~ Thank you for the first part and for filling so quickly.
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*eagerly awaits more* What is wrong with me?
Gods, this is even harder to look away from than a train wreck.
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I still love this though. Even if it's turning the motherly insctincts up to eleven. *flails more*
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I am so happy to have affected you so. Bwaaaa.
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