Fragmented

Chapter 1

Chop...
    Prussia grumbled, moving cut firewood to the side. Sliding the next piece into place prussia repeated the action, for what seemed like the millionth time that day.
Chop...
    His numb body moved on it's own.
Chop...
    "I hate him... I hate him... I hate him." Prussia snarled through grit teeth. He could almost imagine that the firewood was Russia's neck, and he was the one to bring the axe down.
Chop...
    Letting out a low laugh prussia continued. Raising the axe to chop the next piece. It was Russia's fault he was out here.
    Always yelling at him. 'Gilbert do this!' or 'Gilbert don't do that!' Maybe even 'don't come back in until I say so!' That's the phrase he got this morning. Now the sun was about to set and what had he done, spent hours chopping away in an endless cycle.
    Once again the vision of Russia slumped over the stump brought a new vigor to his chops.
Chop...
    Head falls in the snow... Prussia was laughing like a maniac
Chop...
    This bastard is getting what he deserves...
Chop...
    Blue eyes... wait blue eyes? The blonde head with blue eyes starred up at him, eyes wide with fear. Blood was everywhere. He whipped his head around when loud claps met his ears.
....
    Smacking himself in the head the images disappeared. "It's not real Gilbert. It's... not real" he whispered, a cloud surrounding his face in the cold air.
    Prussia took a moment to steady himself. Raising the axe again to hit the next piece of wood. "It is real though" the voice seemed to whisper directly in his ear. Whipping around Prussia searches for any sign of life.
Nothing was there.
"Yes it is real."
    Spinning around. Nothing! Nobody! Who is there?! Prussia felt his breathe quicken.
"How can we be sure it wasn't?"
    Nobody! Where are they! I'm vulnerable!  A sense of terror began to fill him as he continued to spin every which way.
"You saw him he's gone. You did it!"
    Someone's there! Blood... so much blood. Oh god... A young man laid slumped over, a pool of crimson blood coming from his open neck. Their spine still had nerves running down it.
"HheESs gGonNne Yyyuou IIddoiot!"
    The three voices seemed to converge together. Leaving his ears ringing at the loud distorted shouting. Falling into the snow Gilbert could have lost whatever food he'd eaten.
"Why?"
    The other voices stopped, looking down into his snow covered lap Gilbert felt bile clawing up his throat.
    A blonde head laid in his lap. Unable to move a muscle Gilbert watched as the head grew moldy. The eyes sunk into it, muscles and skin deteriorated, bone poked through...
The face moved
"Brother please don't!"
    A centipede crawled through the bloody eye socket. Heart pounding in his ears.
"Please!"
    A rough scream ripped through his sore throat. Pushing the rapidly deteriorating skull onto the snow, Gilbert staggered backwards.
    His hand gripped onto the axe he'd dropped tightly, swinging in all directions hoping to hit something.
"Ahh! Gilbert stop it!"
    The scream made Gilbert swing the axe around more not stoping for even a second.
"You killed him you monster!"
    Nothing!
"Left him to fend for himself with those western brutes!"
    Nobody!
"He would never love you after you abandoned him! What kind of older brother are you!"
    Tears stung his eyes at the endless berating. Nothing he did could stop the words. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up-"
"You disappointment!"
    "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up Sh-"
"Monster!"
    "ut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut u-"
"You should be dead!"
    "p! Shut up! Shut up! Shut-"
  "GgGggiIllbBeeEeRrrRt!?"
     His axe was stopped by an outside force. An arm was holding him under his left arm and across his chest. His grip on the axe loosened and it was tugged away.
    "Let me go!" Gilbert slapped at the arms around him. Thrashing every way he could in the arms. The voices wouldn't quiet anymore.
"Idiot!"
"Disappointment!"
"Monster!"
"Killer!"
    A mix of a sob and a scream came out of his throat. Hands went up to cover his ears, though the shaken limbs barely did anything to silence them.
  "GgIiiLLbeErt cLllama DoWwno"
    The voice yelling in his ear gained his attention quickly. Heaving in air into his lungs, as if he'd just run a 10 kilometer race, Gilbert stared down at his feet. The appendages dangled helplessly over the ground.
    The feeling of panic hadn't left, although it was gradually being chipped away at.
"Monster"
    Swiping his head to the side Prussia saw... nothing. "Are you calm now?" The heavily accented voice above him asked, their voice a mix of anger and genuine concern.
    Prussia didn't know how to answer that. Shakily he nodded his head, finding it tiring to even move that much. "Good. Lithuania would you bring the axe to the shed for Gilbert, he needs to be checked up on." Prussia hadn't even realized Lithuania was there until then.
    The brunette nodded and grabbed the axe from the snow, and began to walk towards the isolated shed. Prussia couldn't help but notice the small red lines running down his cheek.
"You did that"
    As soon as he moved the arms around him tightened.
"Who's touching you?"
    Looking as best he could over his shoulder he analyzed Russia for a moment. The other looked tired, but gave him a smile.
"Is he armed?"
    Prussia couldn't help but move his gaze up and down over Russia's figure.
"He's armed"
    Russia started walking towards the doorway of the home. Prussia clawed at the tight arms, trying to break free. His breathe quickened.
"What's he going to do?"
    The question made him shiver, thousands of other voices talked over one another before one caught his attention.
"He's going to kill you"
    Hearing the increasing beat of his heart in his ears. Prussia could feel Russia gazing down on him. He could feel the grumble russia gave out.
"Yes! Yes that's it!"
    Prussia looked down on the old steps of Russia's home as the voices talked. One step gave a creak and Prussia instantly found his gaze on the wooden plank.
    Warmth slapped into his face as Russia opened the door to the house. He could see Latvia perched at the bottom of the stairs, watching the two of them with a curious gaze. "Go back to dinner Latvia. Tell Estonia you three may start without me." Russia said to the short nation.
    Latvia nodded before walking away.
"Start without him?"
"Is it preparations?"
"Were they all going to kill him?"
"Being in the house is a mistake."
"Get out!"
"Get outside now!"
    A rough hit to the back of the head snapped him out of his thoughts. The dull pain made his eyes scatter around, darkness encroached over his vision before the voices could return.

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Bleh... I was in a mood. Mental breakdown give me the power to write the sad...