Another game
KGB!Ukraine is supposed to teach Prussia a thing or two.
“I never done this with other nations,” Ukraine said, blushing nervously. She had a hard time standing still, shifting her weight between her feet, making her large breasts softly bounce around. Usually Prussia would have hard to keep his eyes of them. Right now he didn't even notice. “I usually work alone, I hope we will get along nicely.”
“I hope so too,” Prussia said, trying to not look behind her. His boss had asked him to try to learn from Ukraine, it would be useful for their own security service. When Prussia suggested the most useful thing would be to not have a security service like that Russia outright ordered him to assist his sister. When he still said no Russia hit him with the pipe a few times. Prussia had no clue what his boss and Russia expected him to learn and decided he might as well go with it. Maybe he would get a good opportunity to screw things up along the way. Now he was beginning to think it wasn't a good idea after all.
“I'm so glad!” Ukraine said and clasped his hand. “We didn't always but I hope it will all change now! We are all like brothers and sisters in communism.”
She blushed again, even more, embarrassed by her emotional outburst and let go. A few streaks of blood remained on Prussia's hand. He had to use all his self-control to not wipe it off in disgust right in front of her. Ukraine didn't even seem to notice the blood on her. There was a lot around after all in this otherwise normal but dreadfully gray room.
“Almost all of us,” Ukraine continued and turned around, smiling encouragingly at the prisoner tied to a chair at the other side of the room. The one Prussia tried very hard to not look too closely at. “But of course others can join the family if they make an effort to change. I forgave Prussia for acting badly and I will forgive you too when you make an effort Romania.”
Romania's eyes widened in fear when Ukraine looked at him. He tried to say something but he had been gagged ever since Prussia entered the room. Ukraine's goons hadn't gone after his face but that was a very small blessing.
“Don't we have a lot of, uh, enemy nations running around?” Prussia said, apologizing to those nations in his head. At least they weren't here right now the lucky bastards. “Shouldn't we focus on that?”
“Oh, Belarus is the one who works with GRU,” Ukraine said. “But internal security is very important too, don't you agree? As the big sister of the family I always wanted to protect our home. My little sister keeps her eyes on other nations and my big brother works with our military. Don't you think that is a good way of splitting up responsibilities?”
Prussia said nothing until he realized Ukraine waited for an answer. He never considered Ukraine frightening and he used to ignore her questions whenever he felt like it. Ukraine in a KGB uniform staring hopefully at him was completely different, even if the expression was the same.
“Yes, very good.”
Ukraine bounced up next to Romania, the situation called for a solemn threatening walk but she still fucking bounced like she enjoyed the situation.
“My brother's heart sometimes falls out,” she said. “I always wondered why it never happens to other nations...”
As far as anyone could tell Romania's heart was still in the correct place. But that was the exception confirming the rule. Most of his guts had spilled out in his lap through a gaping wound in his stomach. A nation was close to immortal. It wasn't always a blessing. Unexpectedly he was almost completely dressed, trousers still on, his shirt ripped open but not removed. Ukraine took Prussia's hand again and brought him closer, close enough to smell the stench denial had allowed him to ignore until now.
“I always think it's embarrassing with naked men,” Ukraine whispered in Prussia ear. “You don't have to follow that rule unless you want to, I know I'm a bit silly sometimes...”
Prussia said something close to glrk. Ukraine removed the gag and sat down on the empty chair next to Romania.
“Entrails should be inside the body,” Ukraine said, petting her prisoner's hair in an almost comforting way. “I think we should try something new after this. Don't you think Romania?”
“Fuck off bitch,” Romania said. He had to force every syllable out but he still said it.
Ukraine sighed in disappointment and began to press the unidentified bloody parts back in the wound without any particular care or plan. Romania let out a chilling cry of pain, then choked and whimpered, too exhausted to continue to scream.
“S-shouldn't we be asking questions?” Prussia said. Romania should make something up, just to get Ukraine out of here.
“No, Romania knows what I want to hear,” Ukraine said. “I think it's rude to repeat myself all the time. I know what silly things some of his people plot. I know about the opposition to my dear brother. But Romania must admit he did wrong. You must understand you did wrong before you can move on, don't you see that?”
Ukraine tone was friendly and worried, like a big sister who feared for her younger siblings' future. The actions were of someone completely different.
“Fuck,” Prussia said. This was not the kind of lesson he expected.
“Mind your language,” Ukraine sweetly said. “We need to be model workers, our allies need an example to look up to. Uhm, it sounds a bit pretentious, sorry, but it actually is important.”
“I can't believe they say I'm crazy,” a voice mumbled.
“Hello sister,” Ukraine said without looking.
Belarus, the infamous insane sister, froze up for a moment when she saw what her older sister was doing. A brief look of disgust passed over her features. Romania looked pleadingly at her but said nothing. She met his eyes, then her face went back to the usual cold indifferent mask.
Ukraine took her hand away from Romania's stomach and wiped off as much of the blood as she could on his already horrible stained trousers. “I thought you didn't like to visit me at work.”
“I'm working too, I'm here to claim Romania in the name of external security,” Belarus said, adding you freaks under her breath.
“But sister, we're not finished talking yet,” Ukraine said. “Both you and big brother are too impatient.”
“I need minions,” Belarus said. “And I don't need more trembling wrecks for minions. Romania, would you prefer to assist me with external security instead?”
Romania nodded enthusiastically, too enthusiastically, part of the entrails Ukraine had pressed back in fell out again. Prussia felt like he would throw up. Belarus winced too.
“You two out,” she ordered. “I'll bring my own people to deal with this.”
She and Ukraine began to argue loudly but it was soon over when Belarus threatened to bring Russia here to let him decide. Ukraine admitted defeat and waved at Prussia to follow her. She frowned but the moment she closed the door behind her a big smile lightened up her face.
“And now Romania is going to end up telling his new friend Belarus all we want to know instead!”
“...oh... I thought you knew already?”
“You have so much to learn about this job,” Ukraine said. “But don't worry, I have a younger brother as you know, and you remind me a little about him. I taught him a lot and now it's your turn.”
Prussia still couldn't get a word out, couldn't get over how Ukraine acted like this was another day at work. He also doubted the disgust in Belarus's eyes had been completely faked. He felt disgusted too, not only at Ukraine but how he had been right there and been to shocked to do anything but play along. He had done that too often lately.
“Come,” Ukraine continued, not bothered by the lack of coherent answers. “I'll let you read some of our secret reports so you can get an idea how this usually works. Would that be alright with you?”
“I-I think I rather work with external security.”
She reached out for his arm, in one crazy moment Prussia thought she would break it. She only put a hand on his shoulder in a gesture he would have found comforting the day before.
“I don't think your boss's orders were a suggestion. Don't worry, it's not as scary when you know realize what horrible conspiracies everyone is involved in. You'll understand how important our positions are and why we must set a good example.”
“Eh, sure,” Prussia lied. He began considering the easiest way to grab Romania and run away to West Germany. It was more complicated than it sounded but Ukraine's encouraging smile was enough to motivate him to think harder. He almost missed Russia and his pipe.
“I never done this with other nations,” Ukraine said, blushing nervously. She had a hard time standing still, shifting her weight between her feet, making her large breasts softly bounce around. Usually Prussia would have hard to keep his eyes of them. Right now he didn't even notice. “I usually work alone, I hope we will get along nicely.”
“I hope so too,” Prussia said, trying to not look behind her. His boss had asked him to try to learn from Ukraine, it would be useful for their own security service. When Prussia suggested the most useful thing would be to not have a security service like that Russia outright ordered him to assist his sister. When he still said no Russia hit him with the pipe a few times. Prussia had no clue what his boss and Russia expected him to learn and decided he might as well go with it. Maybe he would get a good opportunity to screw things up along the way. Now he was beginning to think it wasn't a good idea after all.
“I'm so glad!” Ukraine said and clasped his hand. “We didn't always but I hope it will all change now! We are all like brothers and sisters in communism.”
She blushed again, even more, embarrassed by her emotional outburst and let go. A few streaks of blood remained on Prussia's hand. He had to use all his self-control to not wipe it off in disgust right in front of her. Ukraine didn't even seem to notice the blood on her. There was a lot around after all in this otherwise normal but dreadfully gray room.
“Almost all of us,” Ukraine continued and turned around, smiling encouragingly at the prisoner tied to a chair at the other side of the room. The one Prussia tried very hard to not look too closely at. “But of course others can join the family if they make an effort to change. I forgave Prussia for acting badly and I will forgive you too when you make an effort Romania.”
Romania's eyes widened in fear when Ukraine looked at him. He tried to say something but he had been gagged ever since Prussia entered the room. Ukraine's goons hadn't gone after his face but that was a very small blessing.
“Don't we have a lot of, uh, enemy nations running around?” Prussia said, apologizing to those nations in his head. At least they weren't here right now the lucky bastards. “Shouldn't we focus on that?”
“Oh, Belarus is the one who works with GRU,” Ukraine said. “But internal security is very important too, don't you agree? As the big sister of the family I always wanted to protect our home. My little sister keeps her eyes on other nations and my big brother works with our military. Don't you think that is a good way of splitting up responsibilities?”
Prussia said nothing until he realized Ukraine waited for an answer. He never considered Ukraine frightening and he used to ignore her questions whenever he felt like it. Ukraine in a KGB uniform staring hopefully at him was completely different, even if the expression was the same.
“Yes, very good.”
Ukraine bounced up next to Romania, the situation called for a solemn threatening walk but she still fucking bounced like she enjoyed the situation.
“My brother's heart sometimes falls out,” she said. “I always wondered why it never happens to other nations...”
As far as anyone could tell Romania's heart was still in the correct place. But that was the exception confirming the rule. Most of his guts had spilled out in his lap through a gaping wound in his stomach. A nation was close to immortal. It wasn't always a blessing. Unexpectedly he was almost completely dressed, trousers still on, his shirt ripped open but not removed. Ukraine took Prussia's hand again and brought him closer, close enough to smell the stench denial had allowed him to ignore until now.
“I always think it's embarrassing with naked men,” Ukraine whispered in Prussia ear. “You don't have to follow that rule unless you want to, I know I'm a bit silly sometimes...”
Prussia said something close to glrk. Ukraine removed the gag and sat down on the empty chair next to Romania.
“Entrails should be inside the body,” Ukraine said, petting her prisoner's hair in an almost comforting way. “I think we should try something new after this. Don't you think Romania?”
“Fuck off bitch,” Romania said. He had to force every syllable out but he still said it.
Ukraine sighed in disappointment and began to press the unidentified bloody parts back in the wound without any particular care or plan. Romania let out a chilling cry of pain, then choked and whimpered, too exhausted to continue to scream.
“S-shouldn't we be asking questions?” Prussia said. Romania should make something up, just to get Ukraine out of here.
“No, Romania knows what I want to hear,” Ukraine said. “I think it's rude to repeat myself all the time. I know what silly things some of his people plot. I know about the opposition to my dear brother. But Romania must admit he did wrong. You must understand you did wrong before you can move on, don't you see that?”
Ukraine tone was friendly and worried, like a big sister who feared for her younger siblings' future. The actions were of someone completely different.
“Fuck,” Prussia said. This was not the kind of lesson he expected.
“Mind your language,” Ukraine sweetly said. “We need to be model workers, our allies need an example to look up to. Uhm, it sounds a bit pretentious, sorry, but it actually is important.”
“I can't believe they say I'm crazy,” a voice mumbled.
“Hello sister,” Ukraine said without looking.
Belarus, the infamous insane sister, froze up for a moment when she saw what her older sister was doing. A brief look of disgust passed over her features. Romania looked pleadingly at her but said nothing. She met his eyes, then her face went back to the usual cold indifferent mask.
Ukraine took her hand away from Romania's stomach and wiped off as much of the blood as she could on his already horrible stained trousers. “I thought you didn't like to visit me at work.”
“I'm working too, I'm here to claim Romania in the name of external security,” Belarus said, adding you freaks under her breath.
“But sister, we're not finished talking yet,” Ukraine said. “Both you and big brother are too impatient.”
“I need minions,” Belarus said. “And I don't need more trembling wrecks for minions. Romania, would you prefer to assist me with external security instead?”
Romania nodded enthusiastically, too enthusiastically, part of the entrails Ukraine had pressed back in fell out again. Prussia felt like he would throw up. Belarus winced too.
“You two out,” she ordered. “I'll bring my own people to deal with this.”
She and Ukraine began to argue loudly but it was soon over when Belarus threatened to bring Russia here to let him decide. Ukraine admitted defeat and waved at Prussia to follow her. She frowned but the moment she closed the door behind her a big smile lightened up her face.
“And now Romania is going to end up telling his new friend Belarus all we want to know instead!”
“...oh... I thought you knew already?”
“You have so much to learn about this job,” Ukraine said. “But don't worry, I have a younger brother as you know, and you remind me a little about him. I taught him a lot and now it's your turn.”
Prussia still couldn't get a word out, couldn't get over how Ukraine acted like this was another day at work. He also doubted the disgust in Belarus's eyes had been completely faked. He felt disgusted too, not only at Ukraine but how he had been right there and been to shocked to do anything but play along. He had done that too often lately.
“Come,” Ukraine continued, not bothered by the lack of coherent answers. “I'll let you read some of our secret reports so you can get an idea how this usually works. Would that be alright with you?”
“I-I think I rather work with external security.”
She reached out for his arm, in one crazy moment Prussia thought she would break it. She only put a hand on his shoulder in a gesture he would have found comforting the day before.
“I don't think your boss's orders were a suggestion. Don't worry, it's not as scary when you know realize what horrible conspiracies everyone is involved in. You'll understand how important our positions are and why we must set a good example.”
“Eh, sure,” Prussia lied. He began considering the easiest way to grab Romania and run away to West Germany. It was more complicated than it sounded but Ukraine's encouraging smile was enough to motivate him to think harder. He almost missed Russia and his pipe.