As he dragged the smaller nation along behind him Ivan began to think of more ways to mess with his pets head. First to destroy hope..... escape, escape is an idea that brings him hope. And Gilbert's only chance for escape is with the help from the outside, and he had just the way to destroy that bit of hope he had left. he let out a small chuckle and said softly "you realize they've forgotten about you, da?"

Gilbert followed along wondering where in the world Ivan was taking him, then he heard him laugh softly.....that couldn't be good. He froze when Russia told him he had been forgotten, they couldn't forget about him could they? They wouldn't, never, they'd never forget about him. West was probably try to find a way to get him out as they spoke!......right? no, no ,no he couldn't think this way. To hide his doubt he scoffed at Ivan. "of course they haven't forgotten about me, how could they, im the awesome Prussia....Their probably trying to get me out as we speak!"

Ivan turned around a huge smile on his face "oh they're trying get you out? I must have missed that part of their plans, because all i saw was them laughing and have a wonderful time.....without you....Face it Gilbert, all you ever were was Germanys annoying disappointment of an older brother, a weak, stupid, washed up, and cocky older brother" He pulled out a picture of Ludwig and Feliciano hanging out along with Spain and France, Japan was even there a small smile on his face, in fact they all looked very happy. "See? See how happy they are without you? All you ever were was a annoyance, a annoyance that their happy to. finally be rid of.....No one is ever coming for you Gilbert....Never"

Ludwig laughed along with the brunette, and continued to kiss him; Catching his lips every other kiss. The German walked them back to a chair and sat down, holding the blonde so he'd align perfectly in his lap. The blonde kissed Feliciano chastely a few more times before embracing him tightly and nuzzling into the Italian's neck. He breathed in the scent of a beautiful smelling cologne with hints of oregano and parsley. Ludwig smiled.
"You're amazing Feli. Amazing."

Feliciano kept his arms wrapped around the German's neck, listening to the sound of heavy, tired breathing and basking in the warmth and strength of Ludwig's embrace. The faint taste of beer lingered on the tip of his tongue, but Feli didn't mind it. "You're amazing too, Ludwig." He answered, smiling into the blonde's shoulder, with one thing on his mind.
Mi piace tanto lo.

The German sighed contently. Rejoicing in being able to hold the smaller boy in his arms. Yes, this is what he has wanted for a long time. Ludwig laid back in the chair relaxing, and allowing the Italian's body to slacken against his. The German started to toy with the brunettes hair, being weary of the boy's curl. He didn't exactly know what would happen if he did touch it, but it was supposed to be an erogenous zone of sorts. I wonder what will happen if I just... The blonde shook the idea from his head and smiled.
"So, Feli, what would you like to do for our date? Hmm?"

Ludwig running his hands through Feli's hair felt awfully good, calloused hands running against his scalp... "Let's go get gelato, Ludwig!" He smiled, unwrapping his arms from Germany's neck and leaning back, spaz-clapping at the idea. "We should get gelato!"

Ludwig laughed at the now flailing Italian in his lap. The German silenced the clapping hands by bringing his own hands to close around the soft hands; effectively stopping the movements.
"Yes, gelato sounds like a wonderful idea Feliciano. Yes wonderful." He planted a small kiss on the brunette's forehead. "When would you like to go?"

His eyes widened as he saw the picture of his brother, friends, and his crush having a great time..... They really did forget about him didn't they? He felt despair at the thought, the thought that they hadn't wanted him, and were happy he was finally gone. But he couldn't show this! He had to stay strong so he tried to keep the despair out of voice as he yelled back at Russia enraged and distraught by the implications of what he had been shown "YOUR LYING! they still care, their coming for me, you'll see....." he glared at his captor not caring that he had probably just made things worse for himself.

Ivan put away the picture laughing a little "oh your so mislead, they really had you think they liked you didn't they?" he laughed and stopped out side the door to the room that he had prepared for this occasion. He shoved Gilbert into the room following soon after and he shut and locked the door after him.

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Feliciano paused for a moment, sneaking a glance behind Ludwig to peer out the window; it was around noon. "How about we go right now? It's really nice out and warm and sunny and I know a place just down the street from here!" He exclaimed, giggling as he talked.

The German smiled brightly. So brightly in fact that he swore his lips would rip from over use. "Let's go then!" Ludwig got up carefully, setting the Italian down as he did. The German held out his hand for Feliciano. The day was turning out better then he had hopped.

Feli took Ludwig's outstretched hand gratefully, leaning on his left leg (as opposed to his damaged right) and the German for support. "Grazie!" He thanked the taller man. He wrapped an arm around Ludwig's waist (as he was too short to wrap it around his shoulders without looking a feeling very, very awkward), half-limping out the office/bedroom door into the hall once again.
He resumed his cheerful, whistled tune as they walked, the echo almost like an accompaniment to his song.

Prussia couldn't help but wonder how much truth was in Ivan words..... But he didn't have much time to think about it as he was suddenly shoved into a new room and quickly heard a door click shut behind him and Russia. Gilbert quickly looked around wanting to see exactly where Ivan had brought him. It was fairly large room but still completely made of stone, like a old dungeon, and although it was a mess it was cleaner and more of a room then his was, it didn't have mold growing from the walls for one thing. But on the other hand what it did have was a old wooden rack pushed against the middle of one of the walls....a rack....like the medieval torture devices of old horror tales that no one ever wants believe. And a little farther down was a large wooden work bench with a assortment of strange devices....some he could recognize, like a knife some glue, and even a old hand saw. And there was even an old fireplace in the corner offering a little light in the dark room. what in the world was all this for! He knew Ivan wasn't completely right in the head, but he wasn't going to....torture him.......right? That couldn't be what the other nation was planning.....that wasn't dried blood on the walls just some kind of rust, Russia wasn't that insane! Was he? He wasn't seriously gonna do this to him! His eyes widened as he was unable to think of another reason Ivan would bring him here.

As soon as Feli wrapped his arm around Ludwig's waist, the German in-turn wrapped his arm around the Italian's shoulders. As they walked down Feliciano started whistling a song. Ludwig had heard Feliciano whistle this many times before, so the German himself knew it. He delightfully joined in the whistling, strolling along with the beat. Ludwig glanced over to the smiling Italian.

Feli couldn't help but laugh as Ludwig took to whistling with him; he was so happy today! He was usually so grim and serious and angry all the time, but now... Feli couldn't help but wonder if it was going out with him that made him so excited.
They continued down the hallway until they came to the den, stopping briefly outside so Feliciano could grab his crutches- he needed them for long walks (he closed his eyes as they walked past the door, knowing full well where those 'noises' were coming from)- before stepping outside into the warm, spring air of West Germany.
The landscape showed almost no signs of the war, save for a few slightly damaged buildings and a lack of business at the shops. But there was one landmark that stood out amongst the rest- the Berlin Wall. It stretched high above, almost fifteen feet, caked with graffiti and curses in German. Guards stood atop towers, looking over the city to ensure no one made the mistake of trying to enter- then again, who would? East Germany, as far as Feli had heard, was torture.
Feliciano turned away from the structure, averting his eyes, as the sight was beginning to hinder his mood and craving for gelato.

Ludwig waited patiently as Feli got his crutches, grimacing to himself at the noises that were coming from the den. They headed outside of the house, and the German took in a deep breath. No matter what spring always smelt wonderful. As bad as the war was it didn't really show. A few building were damaged- an odd brick or two missing- but there really wasn't any sign of war. Then again when Ludwig's eyes fell upon that menacing wall, all hope of war not showing drained out of mind. The Berlin wall stood there as a silent reminder of the war that ravaged their land, and the victory they didn't have. Ludwig sighed and turned to Feliciano who was averting his eyes. Yes, he was most likely thinking the same thing he was. The blonde put a comforting hand on Feli's back and massaged him. A few guards looked their way and the German stood protectively in front of the Italian. No one was going to touch his Feliciano. No one. As Ludwig stood there a few seconds longer, he decided he'd had enough of looking at that God damned wall; That was until another thought crossed his mind.
Prussia
What had happened to Prussia? Where was he now? The German clenched his fists and growled. Ludwig was intent on finding out. But at this moment he was with his Italian, and he probably already ruined the mood. The blonde turned back to face Feleciano; before he did Ludwig quietly swore at the wall. "Hurensohn" He mumbled under his breath. He smiled faintly at the Italian. "Come on. Let's go get our gelato before it gets too cold out."

Ivan had to hold back his laughter at the sight of his pets wide little eyes, such a deep, dark red and he saw that fear from earlier growing in them and it absolutely delighted him! And while his pet was looking around he swiftly grabbed his arms and before his little Gilbert could react Ivan hooked up his little pale wrists to the rack removing the hand cuffs as they weren't need anymore and chaining them there tightly. Then he moved down to do the same with his ankles, snagging each of the kicking, flailing limbs and chaining them down to the torture device. His victims screams of protest making him giddy with glee as his malevolent smile shined bright in the dim room.

Feli nodded in a somber sort of way, his bubbly-ness dying down slightly. He could tell Ludwig missed his brother- they all did. Francis and Antonio and Roderich and Kiku and Feli himself all silently- and sometimes not-so-silently- hoped to see the loud, obnoxious silverette climb over that wall, but they all knew how likely that was to happen. Chances were slim he'd come out at all, with the way things were going there.
But all this negative thinking was going to ruin their date; he didn't want to make Ludwig sad again. So, he situated his crutches, paused for a moment (Ludwig's hand on his shoulder blades felt really good) and took off again, hobbling down the narrow sidewalk and laughing at his own awkwardness; having this big brace on his ankle and having to go around with crutches looked rather silly, in his opinion.
The two soon came to a small little cafe-looking place, with a generic ice-cream-related title. It looked quiet, and sweet, and calm. It was early in the day, so there were no screaming babies or rowdy children to deal with. Feli would have liked it anyway, of course (seeing as he was usually the stand-in for said rowdy children or screaming babies), but it was better for Ludwig if it was quiet.
The Italian pulled open the door, bell giving a quiet ring and drawing the attention of the girl behind the counter on the far end of the room.

The depressing atmosphere had quickly vanished as soon as the Italian awkwardly made his way down the street. It was a funny sight to see if you lucky enough to catch a glimpse, but at the pace Feli was going no one would see him. Ludwig quickened his step and caught up with the Italian in mere moments; As fast as Feli was on the crutches, Ludwig was faster.
Once at they arrived at shop the Italian opened the door. Ludwig immediately reached out to hold open the door.

Toris had made a correct assumption when he prepared himself for a few hours on the phone with his friend Feliks. He'd been babbling on for an hour or so now with no sign of stopping. Feliks had slowed down talking a bit, which Toris took as an opportunity to get a word in. "Hey Feliks, You mentioned dress shopping right? When would you like to go?" The Liethuanian hoped that the Polish man would take him now. He really needed to get out of the house; The screams coming from down stairs were growing louder.

"Grazie." The Italian thanked him in a sing-song voice. He seemed to be saying that a lot lately, huh?
He hobbled into the ice cream shop, and flashed a smile at the girl behind the counter. Her name was Claret- Feli had come to this place often enough in the last month-and-a-half or so that he'd been staying here that he knew almost everyone who worked there (especially the ladies). "Your regular, Feliciano?" And they knew him.
"Ah-huh." The Italian nodded, smiling (up? she was a few centimeters taller than he was) at her. She quickly fixed a medium mango with a chocolate cone and hot fudge, poked a spoon into it, and set it atop the counter. "And for your friend?" She looked up at the tall German man.

Gilbert jumped as he was suddenly grabbed from behind and his hands were yanked up and attached to the rack before he even had a chance to react....he preferred the hand cuffs to this! He started kicking and thrashing when Russia went for his legs "GET OFF NO!" no! he couldn't let this monster hook him up to this torture device! no...No! NO NO!!! no...no...no... he had his legs chained down. now all he could do is watch and hope Ivan wouldn't do anything to bad.....that he wouldn't be broken... NO! he couldn't think such thoughts! This man, this monster would never, could never break him! All thoughts were silenced when Ivan suddenly turn the device a one to many times. He let out a scream of pain as the device pulled his libs far to much. It hurt! That was the first thought to cross his mind as it pulled and stretched him.

Russia smiled evilly as his pet yelled and struggle against the bindings. After a few moments he got bored of watching his pet struggle so he added another turn on the rack. He giggled maniacally as his pet screamed and Gilbert's face contorted in pain, blood red eyes squeezed shut as he tried to block it out. well he couldn't have that now could he? He turned it again and delighted in the fact that he caused Gilbert's arms to make a sickening pop as they dislocated. he would fix it later but for now this was fun, and his pet was screaming so beautifully to! and even louder than ever. "da! Scream for me oh great Prussia, Scream!" he cackle evilly

"Oh, yeah, totally, like, right now, Liet!" Feliks smiled, placing the jar of hot pink nail polish down on the counter, as he'd just finished his last finger. "I'll be right over!" He quickly hung up the phone and threw on a pair of heels (cork wedges with criss-cross tie straps that went up his calf) This was going to be, like, so much fun! He hadn't gone shopping with Toris in ages.
It wasn't much longer before he was at Toris's- the Soviet Union's- doorstep, practically leaning on the bell and rocking back and forth on his heels, waiting for Liet to answer. "Liet!" He paused the ringing for a quick moment to call the other nation's name-
And he thought he heard a scream. It was faint, and muffled, but he was almost certain he heard one. He paused for a few seconds more, to wait for another, to prove he was either right, and someone was being torn to pieces with the blunt end of a butter knife, or wrong, and he was going crazy- and there it was again. A sickening, blood-curdling scream, during which he heard two nasty-sounding pops. He shuddered. It was probably just a program Natalia was watching; she liked that sort of thing, didn't she?
Feliks rang the doorbell again, calling out a more urgent "Liet!" He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

Ludwig looked down at the lady, who seemed to know Feliciano well. He decided not to waste time mulling over his choices. “I’ll have the same please. It must be good if my Feli has made a regular of it.” He smiled brightly down at the Italian. Of course the German added the “my Feli” in there on purpose. There was something about this girl that he didn’t like. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but she seemed nice enough. When she made him his gelato he quickly took out his wallet to pay.


Toris was relieved that Feliks had decided to come pick him up and take him out. If the noises were any indication, he wouldn’t be able to get any peace and quiet to read. Toris heard Feliks ring the door bell and knock a few times. Toris made his way to the door, practically tripping over things as he rushed there; His efforts to get there were cut short when Estonia stopped him to tell him something. Toris blew it off as the screams got louder and Feliks calls got more urgent. The Lithuanian reached the door and flung it open and slammed it behind him roughly. The brunette pulled his coat the rest of the way on and gave the Polish man a breathless greeting. “Hey Feliks, sorry to make you wait.”

Gilbert screamed even more as Ivan turned it again! He screamed and screamed, but through it all he heard a doorbell.....a doorbell? That meant someone was here! Someone who could possible help him! "HEELLPPPP PLEAASSEE"he screamed again, god the pain was unbearable as the Russian man turned the rack again. He could feel his legs start to go, they were going to dislocate to! the cartilage and ligaments of his joints continued to make even more horrible popping and cracking noises as they snapped "PLEEAASSEE!! SOMEONE HELP MEE!!" he screamed to who ever was up there praying with all him might that they may hear him.

Feliciano watched as Claret made them another, placing it on the counter beside it's twin. "So you two are dating, then?" She asked. Feli nodded fervently, looking back and forth between Ludwig and Claret with an incomprehensibly large grin on his face.

"It's, like... no problem." Feliks looked like he'd seen a ghost. The screams were getting louder, and starting to freak him out, like, a lot. Liet didn't look particularly unshaken, either. "We should, like, get going."

Ludwig smiled at Felicano and wrapped his arm around him. "Oh yes. We are indeed." He looked towards Claret to detect any uneasiness in her face. As far as he could see there wasn't any; But one can only be so sure.

Toris nodded profusely and grabbed Feliks hand and dragged him away from the house. As they walked along the streets of East Germany Toris sighed. It was terrible. Everything was ripped apart, torn down, or covered in graffiti. The war was evident, but it didn't stop life from rolling on. Businesses weren't flowing with the normal amount of customers the adorned, yet people still went out to get what they needed. It was a hell hole. With saying that the Lithuanian man shudder; As bad as it was, it could never be as bad as the Soviet's house.

He heard a door shut. NO! they must be leaving "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME HERE NOOOO PLEASE! HELP IM PRUSSIA PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME HERE!" he shouted as loud as he possible could sobbing a little, but no he couldn't cry, he couldn't he wouldn't cry.

Ivan became annoyed as his pet called for help that couldn't be allowed. He went over to find a gag on his table. And when he came back he fit the ball gag into Gilbert's mouth, which was surprisingly difficult but once on it effectively silenced his pleas "da much better cant have anyone finding you now can i? not that they would care if they did" he added on as a after thought as he went back to his work bench to look for a something.

"PLEASE HEL-mhmmmmhhhhm!!" he was silenced when a ball gag was roughly shoved into his mouth and fitted on so he could only watch apprehensively as Ivan turned his back to look for something on the wooden work bench.