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But Prussia won't let anyone break him. Prussia looked down at the food put in front of him. Aber ich kannn nicht mehr Der Boden bricht unter meinen Füßen weg.
He wanted to see those crimson eyes fill with terror, those confident broad shoulders hunched over, trembling in fear. Ich entäusche alle Menschen um mich herum. Since a picture represents a thousand words, focusing on it would give us a good idea on the character of the band and the music.
APH Einsamkeit. Nutzlosigkeit. by Julie - Prussia poked at it with his finger and noticed it was cold and hard.
Russia only wanted one thing with Prussia: his spirit. But Prussia won't let anyone break him. Russia remembered clearly when he first laid his eyes on Prussia. The tattered nation stood alongside his weary brother protectively, as if he had something to fight for. His clothes were ripped and bloodied due to battle. His pale skin and silver hair stood out in the bleakness of the day. He stood tall and proud near his brother, eyes wild and and feral, daring anyone to get near him. Russia just stared in amusement. What was it inside the basically dead nation that made him still want to fight, as if he had a chance. Here he was, forum einsamkeit by the allies, thinking he could win. Why was he trying so hard, Russia wondered. He had the sudden urge to crash that fighting spirit of his. Still, what was it that intrigued him so. What was it that forum einsamkeit him so possessive over Prussia. Oh yes, now he remembered. As Prussia glared at the allies surrounding him, his ruby eyes stopped at Russia. Those eyes filled with such hatred and wrath Russia almost giggled in impish glee. As soon as he saw those orbs of fury the feelings of possessiveness struck him so strongly it filled his cold body with heat. But this wasn't a pure warmth, it was corrupt, wicked, warmth, this making his heart into stone. One that would probably never break. What did he want from Prussia. The answer was easy: his spirit. He wanted to crush that ego, that hope, the stability of his mind. He wanted to see those crimson eyes fill with terror, those confident broad shoulders hunched over, trembling in fear. He smirked to himself at the thought. It sounded fun to Russia. He was getting bored of Lithuania, Estonia, and Latvia. They were fun to tease, but they were too scared, too silent. Maybe Prussia would want to play with him. But Russia could only wish that Prussia won't misbehave in his stay. We don't want any kids who can't play nice, da. Loneliness Loneliness Loneliness I want to be found. The first thing Prussia felt was the cold. He shivered, curling into a ball. It was then he realized that he was lying on cold ground. He heard iron shackles clang against the hard floor due to his movement. His eyes lifted open, revealing his surroundings. He was in underground somewhere, assuming from the stairs in front of him, out of his reach. The walls were made of gray stone, not doing anything to keep the cold out. His midnight blue army coat was gone, leaving his black pants and a white shirt, which was stained crimson with blood. Chains were attached to his hands and feet. There was a little bit of slack, leaving him a few feet to walk. As he struggled to stand, he immediately fell back down, dizzy with pain and blood loss. He looked for a window to see what time of day it was, but there were none, confining him to the darkness, all except for one dimly lit candle lodged on the wall. Then it all came flooding back to him. Him and Germany's loss, the allies surrounding them, the damned wall being put up, his brother betraying him. Prussia felt his fists tighten. My own bruder would not turn his back on me. Prussia then remembered something else that made him shiver. Right before he fell unconscious, he remembered seeing a bloodied pipe and cold lavender eyes. The sound of rushed footsteps echoed throughout his prison, pulling him out of his thoughts. A man of medium height with brown hair down to his shoulders and timid green eyes darting back and forth in fear appeared from the staircase, a tray in his hands. Lithuania gave a shaky smile to Prussia before walking to him and setting the tray down. Prussia looked down at the food put in front of him. There was a small loaf of bread set on a napkin. Prussia poked at it with his finger and noticed it was cold and hard. He pushed the tray away in disgust. He wasn't usually picky since he was used to low quality foods from the battlefield, but being in unknown territory made him cautious. He already knew the answer, but he still had to know for forum einsamkeit. He still had hope that this could all be a nightmare, that he actually wasn't in this hell. But Forum einsamkeit expression told him otherwise. He looked down and stared forum einsamkeit at the ground, a deep sadness behind those hazel eyes. Russia now has custody over you. It was too terrible to be true. All of the battles, victories, losses, and history his nation had made are gone. Such a great nation such as Prussia is obliterated from the world. Then why was he still here. Why was he still here. For a second, an unfamiliar wave of forum einsamkeit rushed through Prussia. Then he felt what he usually felt if something was wrong: anger. He always used anger as a replacement to weak emotions such as sadness and fear. I want to see him right now. The awesome nation known as Prussia will never die. Call that pussy down here so I can kick his ass. He stayed silent as the heavy clank of boots echoed throughout the room. Finally Russia appeared, looking the same as ever. The same trench coat, same white scarf, same violet eyes, same childish smile that was so damn irritating. Prussia gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, seeing red. Get me out of these chains so we can fight like any real country would do. Russia only smiled, moving closer forum einsamkeit Prussia until he was right in front of him. He kneeled down, then gently caressed the ex-nation's cheek. Prussia pulled away quickly, glaring at the Russian. Expecting it, he paid no mind. You are not a country anymore, little one. And I'm afraid I can't let you go, rebenok. You belong to me now. Prussia growled and spat in the big nation's face. I am not a child. Then a look of rage changed his childish features, making even Prussia wince. He slapped the Prussian with his hard knuckles, sending Prussia a few feet across the prison, his chains restraining him from going any further. Russia stood and looked down at Prussia, a look of glee flashing forum einsamkeit his violet eyes before kicking the nation in the stomach with his army boots. Prussia just laid there, silent as he curled into a ball, grasping his stomach in pain. His eyes seemed to read, have you learned your lesson. I won't let you win. When will it get in your head that from now on, your winning days are over. Your brother has abandoned you. Germany was one of the people who had decided your fate with me. Where the hell are you. However, if you continue being naughty, Russia will have to punish her as well. The feeling of fear hit him so strongly he could not reject it. He wasn't scared, he was terrified. Terrified of dying alone in this hell, terrified of what could happen to his friends, terrified of what could happen to his brother, terrified for his people. It was all too intense, it hurt too much. Prussia was not used to feeling helpless. Watching Prussia falter made Russia smile in satisfaction. He walked away, leaving Prussia alone to forum einsamkeit darkness. Just be strong Through loneliness. Why must I be so cruel to torture one of my favorite characters of hetalia. But for some reason I also like it. This was my first time writing Russia, did I do it well. forum einsamkeit I hate making him forum einsamkeit bad guy, but I just had to. This is my most angsty fanfic yet. I feel really depressed now. I'm now going to have some ramen and watch anime. Rebenok: Child Prussiya: Prussia in Russian Einsamkeit: Loneliness.
Ich bin allein. Ich fühle mich einsam. Keiner versteht mich. DU BIST NICHT ALLEIN!
Many of us, of course, see most men as in need of some domestic training. Ich habe schon viel scheiße durchgemacht. This was my first time writing Russia, did I do it well? The valley's isolation was overwhelming. As soon as he saw those orbs of fury the feelings of possessiveness struck him so strongly it filled his cold body with heat. Dann wirste den Tiefpunkt überleben. This elevates into a soft form of distortion spattered with the fuzz of radios. He pushed the tray away in disgust. In der Familie macht man sich über mich lustig, sie sagen ich soll mich tödten. He wasn't scared, he was terrified. Why was he still here?
