Rusger Oneshots

Beginnings

"I wanted something, and this was the closest spot. Now, I have what I want, you don't matter anymore." He hissed, holding Germany closer to his side, almost as if giving him a side hug. The woman shivered again, his words digging into her mind like an echo, pressing into her like a metal crush. 

"Sorry, meine lieber(2). But that's my lifestyle. Pillage and plunder." Nazi grinned again, his voice full of mock cheerfulness. She looked up when he called her that, tears flowing out of her golden eyes and she sobbed again, her forehead on the ground as she wept.

Germany whimpered, scared of what was happening before his eyes, and started to cry silently. Nazi noticed it, and kneeled down in front of him, a soft smile on his face, devoid of any cruelty he had threw at the woman.

"Don't cry, mein sohn(3). You will be with me now, and I will not leave your side." He said, full of sincerity, wiping away his tears with his thumb gently.  Germany sniffed, soothed by his father's gentle words, and gripped on to his sleeve tightly.

Nazi spared a glance down at where the woman still cowered, watching them. "She is useless, a disgrace to our bloodline." He snarled, and spat at the ground close to her. "Filthy whore." He was glad he was done with her, hating coming here every year to listen to her whining stripper girl self, living comfortably in his riches. But she had beared him his heir, and so he had to tolerate her. 

She trembled on the ground again, and whispered, loud enough for him to hear. "Y-You're a m-monster..."

Nazi quirked an eyebrow, and stood up, taking hold of Germany's hand. "I'm glad you finally realized that." He said with a wide, mad grin, and turned away, bringing Germany along with him.

Germany turned his head back to look at his mother. He was confused, his little heart still beating fast with fear, but he followed his father to his boat. He felt something shift in his heart, a lesson he would remember forever, but he didn't know what it was yet. 

She screamed again, dragging herself with her arms. "Deutschland!!" His mother wailed, reaching out a shaking hand to him, tears streaming down her face. Germany was silent, he didn't say anything, he didn't call out to her again, he just followed his father up the gangplank to the boat, and stepped onto the wooden floor.

His mother thrashed on the ground, the two strong men picking her up by the shoulders as she continued to scream his name, begging his father to bring him back. Germany looked at her from the boat, she looked so small from here. One of the men pulled out a black gun from his pocket.

Nazi noticed his son was still watching from the edge of his ship, and he told his shoulders again, guiding him away. There were more people on the boat, Germany thought, more men like those two at the ground, tough with muscle and grim looking. One of them had a huge lip-ring, and all of them had a weird black tattoo on their left arm, it looked like a cross, but with extra arms coming out of it. 

"We're done here, get this ship moving, you lugs!" Nazi barked, and the men scurried away, stopping their ogling at the young, fresh boy. They raised the mast, heaving on ropes, and slowly, the ship groaned and moved into the ocean.

Germany lurched as the first ocean wave hit the boat, he had never left the comfort of his town before, and somehow he knew, he would never be returning. A red flag fluttered at the highest mast, with the same black cross thing that was tattooed on the men's arms. 

A bang rang out from behind him, and Germany had to turn around to watch the last glimpse of his home slip away, disappearing into the coast. The bang seemed to echo, nothing he had ever heard before in his short life. It felt scary, and powerful as well. A lingering feeling for his mother suddenly leaped in his heart, and died away.