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So Far Away {JustA and Silver}
warning to readers: this roleplay may have some gory/violent scenes that may bother certain readers. Please read at your own discretion. http://i1162.photobucket.com/albums/...914840E6C9.jpg World war two had come to a close and the axis had been defeated...crushed...destroyed. All of the countries involved in the war were sitting in a room, Arthur speaking. "We have come to the conclusion that the axis powers must under go certain punishments for crimes committed durning this war." Both Italys quivered in fear, trying to comfort each other. Gilbert sat with a face of emotionlessness. He was about to crack apart in the inside, but the outside was cool, collected. "Italy. For turning to the allies during the later parts of the war, your punishment has been wavered." Both brothers relaxed visibly. "Japan..." The wounded nation looked up wearily. "Your punishment has already been served." He also relaxed. "Germany...your land will be spilt up between the allies." The attention was turned to Gilbert. "Prussia. For many horrible crimes committed for your own selfish purposes, and for spurring other countries into war and genocide, your country will be terminated. You will now belong to the country of Russia until your land is merged with that of Germany's." The albino died emotionally, suddenly looking tired and broken. He'd taken most of the blame, wanting to spare Ludwig. Ivan grinned at Gilbert like a Cheshire, eyes sparkling. "Come with mother Russia, Da?" Given no choice, Prussia submitted, going with Ivan. He only glanced back at Germany. "Good bye west." His voice was a cracked whisper. Gilbert stared at his new surroundings for a good long while. The air was chilly, and he could see his breath even in the house. "Don't you believe in heat you bastard?" He muttered, sighing as Ivan stripped him down. "You wear clothes from Russia now, da?" The Prussian growled. "I can dress myself." He pulled on the clothing, finding it to be rather warm. The furry hat was soft and felt nice on his ears. He didn't thank Ivan, he simply pursed his lips and walked off to his room. It was large and very grand. To grand for his tastes. He'd always liked Germany's home. That was where he'd been happy. He didn't even have a way to amuse himself in this big, lonely house. The good thing was, he was still unharmed. He knew that wouldn't last long though. He was to be punished...it was the reason they'd sent him with Ivan. He wasn't surprised when the man came in bearing a long whip. "Shirt off." He demanded and chained Gilbert's wrists to a hook on the ceiling, leaving him dangling and unable to escape. Prussia laid out on his belly, his back far to sore and bloody to be laid on. He was sniffling softly, ashamed to have cried during his torture. It had been to painful and today had been to much to handle in general. He stood and pulled in his jacket and hat, going to the wall that seemed to be endless. He wasn't sure how it'd been created so quickly. He ran his hand along it, whistling softly. He peaked over in the hope to see him best friend...the one that he even called brother. "West..." He whispered softly. |
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The Prussian brightened as his call was answered. It seemed that Germany had also come to the wall at this time. He looked down at the other who was on the other side of the wall. He was unable to express the happiness he felt. "I...." He hesitated, thinking of his bloodied back. "I'm fine west.." He gave a weak smile. "I just miss you." He tried to reach his hand to his friend, but it didn't work. The barbed wire prevented any contact. He froze as cold hands grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. "You are a bad child." Russia sighed. "But you will learn to behave little one..." The Prussian remained silent as he was dragged away, not wanting to say a thing.
The sound of Prussia's screaming could be heard for miles as he was punished for going to the wall. He wailed in misery, unable to handle the insane amount of pain that was being inflicted on him. He suddenly went silent, everything going eerily silent. Even the animals had become quite. Ivan came out of his home, carrying a bunch of bloodied clothing and sheets. His own body and face were covered in blood splatter as well. His pipe was also. Gilbert was not with him, and was not following behind either. He was no where to be seen. He was actually inside, being tended to by one of Russia's servant countries, Lithuania. Gilbert was effectively unconscious which for his sake, was good. Ivan was sure to make a blockade to stop any supplies from entering Germany. His plan was to starve the large country to death. |
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Gilbert didn't come back to the wall after that point. He had been trained to do as he was told, broken into obedience. He was punished each time he made a mistake, not even given a warning. He quivered and was silent just like all of the others here. He was like a little ghost, getting slightly clear looking. He had issues moving around the house, now being blind. His body was deathly thin, and the other allies had stopped checking on him. At first, they'd done inspections to see how Gilbert was doing, but they had stopped. That's when things had really gone downhill. He had bandages that were kept around his eyes, or lack there of. Ivan had removed the orbs, leaving dark black holes where crimson eyes had once been. Ukraine often helped him, trying to help him learn to adjust. He often fell, leaving bruisies on him. A came had been fashioned out of maple wood for him. He staggered around, banging the cane around in an attempt to walk. He heard a voice. "East..." He turned around. "N-Nh!" He reached out with a little whithered had. "D-Da?" He didn't even really remember his own language, but that voice was something he couldn't ever forget. Unknown to Prussia, Ivan was holding a type recorder, playing the sound. He took Gilbert into his arms, holding him. Gilbert reached up, patting at Ivan's chest in an attempt to see what was going on. "Ludwig?" Ivan responded by petting silver hair. Ivan had removed his scarf in order to further confuse the Prussian. The noise of the door opening alarmed them both. "Ivan." It was Francis. He yanked at Prussia, making him cry out. He screamed in Russian, only Ivan knowing what he was saying. Francis sat Gilbert in the couch and removed the bandages. "MERDE!" The Frenchman screamed and jumped back. Arthur looked and made a shrieking sound. They both glared at Ivan, Gilbert screaming in Russian. He was clearly frightened. The two allies took Gilbert away from Russia, determining that they would keep Gilbert until they repaired him to a sutible health. They didn't want anyone to know of there mistake. They would just let Germany think he was still with Ivan.
America had been giving food to Germany for a while. Russia had been cutting off the food supply and America already felt bad about everything. He went to check on the man when he saw England, carrying a screaming Prussia. He nearly vommited at the sight. He was infuriated, grabbing Prussia and taking him away from them. He ran off with the mewling, crying ex-country, taking him into West Berlin. He stood outside of Germany's house then, looking at the deep holes in Gilbert's face. He tied a black blindfold around his face, then went in, carrying Prussia. "Germany?! Dude?" He called out. |
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"Не трогайте меня самозванцем!" Gilbert wailed, struggling against the person touching him. He was afraid to trust, not believing that it was really his friend. Alfred tried to calm him with no luck. "Gilbert. Calm." The Germanic country gasped out a few sobs before going still. "West?" He cried, reaching out for the other blindly. "Is this you?" He asked, finally remembering how to speak. Alfred sighed and pet his hair. He pulled Germany aside. "He's missing his eyes.." He warned the younger German. "I'm not sure how he's dealing with it, but he seems a bit unstable. Do you think you can handle him?" He asked softly. "Or do you need help?" He asked. "I'm more than willing.." Arthur suddenly burst in the door, glaring. "Idiot! I was trying to help him!" He yanked Gilbert up. "Eventually, I can fix his eyes. But for now, I need Ludwig to help his emotions while I seek the correct spells and such."
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Gilbert shifted and got comfortable in the arms of his friend, sitting on that hip rather calmly. He'd buried his face into he crook of Germany's neck, making soft sounds like a kitten or maybe a toddler. Arthur was appalled by how much Gilbert really looked like he belonged there. He seemed to fit on Ludwig's hip nicely. "I'm sorry Ludwig." The British country said softly. For everything. I didn't mean to yank him around." He moved over to pet at the silverette's hair, hearing him coo great fully. It had been a very long time since someone had touched Gilbert in a respectful way. He'd been abused the whole time he'd been with Ivan and he soaked up this attention like a sponge. It wasn't long before Austria came busting in, jerking Gilbert from his place on his friend's hip. He hadn't been there for Germany's talk and didn't know that the jerking was forbidden. The Prussian wailed loudly in protest, crying out as he was squeezed to hard. Roderich was sobbing loudly, kissing all over Gilbert's face. He caught his lips in a bruising embrace. Gilbert tried his hardest to push him off, not really even sure where he was. "Nein!" He yelped. "I can't see you! Who are you!?" Roderich was breathless from kissing. "It's me...Austria." Gilbert smirked. "I always knew you secretly loved the awesome me." Roderich groaned and dropped Gilbert on his butt, making the Prussian groan. "Oww..." Austria was blushing furiously. "I just was worried." The aristocrat declared, sticking his nose up in the air. Gilbert reached out little a child. "West?" He beckoned.
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Gilbert instantly clung to his friend, face back into the crook of his neck. "Wessst~" he whined against his neck, sounding down right perverted and not caring. He knew its drive Austria crazy which was hilarious even though he couldn't see him. The Austrian was, indeed, death glaring at Ludwig. "I don't mind if you're the only one that touches me." Gilbert continued, Austria turning a flushed sort of pink. Gilbert took to breathing all over Germany's neck, playing around as usual, but also trying to flirt. After all, Ludwig was a strong, handsome man. No one could blame him for having a huge crush. Arthur noticed it immediately, cocking a huge eyebrow. "I think I'll cast the spell tomorrow, so rest him well Ludwig. Then he'll have his pretty, red eyes back." Gil smiled. "Isn't that great west? Then I can see your gorgeous face again!" |
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He grinned. "Yes West~?" He hummed, kissing a tiny spot of the other's neck. He tried not to laugh, enjoying this a little to much. It was just generally amused by his own actions. Austria groaned a little. "Stop being a pervert." Austria demanded. "Make me~~" Gilbert lapped at Ludwig's neck with his little pink tongue. He felt Austria trying to pull him away for Germany. "Wessst!" He whined. "Get him off of me" |
"It's your own fault for making him mad, Prussia." Despite the mild fussing, Ludwig shifts and tugs the albino closer to him. "It's alright, Austria. I'm used to his nonsense by now.." His face was rather flustered but he seemed to have regained his speech. "It is much worse when he is drunk, so there's no need to worry." |
The Prussian gave a pouty little face. "Jerk wads." He whined, clinging to Germany in a childlike manner. "Won't even save me from that prick Austria. You're mean west." Austria barred his teeth. "You've seen him drunk? You better not have taken advantage of him." Prussia puffed out his cheeks. "Stop acting like my boyfriend Roderich." He whined. Everyone left after a bit and Prussia smiled. "I missed you West.."
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Gilbert hummed very softly. "West, don't you dare blame yourself. I couldn't help what happened and neither could you. It's over now and that's all that matters." He paused. "Though, If you don't mind, I'd like to sleep with you tonight. I'm...not comfortable by myself." He looked ashamed of his ow fear.
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Prussia nods, becoming sleepier and sleepier anyway. "West? Can I just wear one of your shirts to bed? I like the way they feel and smell." He admitted shamelessly. After all, Why should he be ashamed>? It wasn't as if he'd said something wrong or bad, It was just an innocent request.
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He thinks about it for a moment. "Button up..One of the white silk ones that are really long on me." Most of his friend's cloths where rather large on him, but the silk shirts were even larger for his frame. "You may have ti help me. I haven't dressed myself in a long time, and since I can't see, i don't know If I even could dress myself.
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"I'll need help." He tries not to sound as bashful as he feels, but it still comes out kind of shy. "Sorry you have to care for me like a baby west..." He knew his face must be red. He wished more than anything that he could see his friend. He thought that might make it less awkward.
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He doesn't say anything all in response, just turning a soft shade of pink. He raises his arms as he's asked, making a little gasping sound and turning bright red. He was soooo glad he couldn't see...otherwise it'd have been so much worse. He remained silent the whole time, picking at the black cloth that covered his eye sockets.
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