Depressive, sadistic Russia x Prussia story, anyone?
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Thread Topic: Depressive, sadistic Russia x Prussia story, anyone?
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Why I suddenly have an interest in this 'pairing', idk. :P I just feel like writing some dark, twisted and depressing love story and the pairing fits the bill, lol. Plus I know quite a bit about their history.
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Anything I write about Russia turns out this way. .3. I need to try writing a happy story for him someday. xD
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Latvia~ ;D
Maybe he can assist you. x3 -
I'd love that. >:D
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That distinctive click always told him that someone was entering, when the door opened. It would always be followed by a light screech of the door hinge. Barely being able to lift his heavy head, Prussia looked up, wondering what his fate would be this time. Sure enough, he caught the glimpse of brown boots walking down the stairs, and then the figure of the large Russian man. That smile of his, like they were old friends meeting again and not a twisted master and slave combo always sent a shiver down the former nation's back, and a feeling of distaste followed.
"Hello, Gilbert. How are you, today?" Russia neared his prey, playing a game of friendly chatter like he always did. Once close enough he lifted Prussia's chin so he could look into the hated filled eyes, eyes that used to gleam with such a haughty nature. "None of your damn business..." Prussia fought against the chains that kept his arms and legs firmly tied to the wall, though it was no use, as always. "Oh really now, is that any way to speak to your superiors?" A sudden smack of the metal from a lead pipe met the slave's cheek. Prussia just smirked, after a slight cringe. "You, my superior? How foolish to make such hilarious jokes when I'm in pain."
Russia's face lit up in a grin that could only be described as sadistic, moving the pipe so that it grazed under the other's chin. "You think this is a joke?" His eyes pierced into red orbs, causing them to ever so lightly show fear. Prussia hated himself when he ever let him see any sign of weakness. In front of Russia, that was always a great mistake. The pipe slid down the center of the Prussian's throat, a constant reminder of his place. "I think you know just how serious I am." That was all he said as he started to remove his prey's chained self from the wall, then threw him to the ground so that he fell on his stomach. -
Oh, love love it~ :3
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Shivers down meh back. >3> Love it absolutely.
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