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Soviet stirred awake, a quiet drip in the background bringing him to consciousness. He groaned, bringing his hands up to rub his eyes, the familiar clink of chains snapping him out of his stupor, "huh- what?!" He gasped, now wide awake, looking at the cuff on his wrist. It was connected to a short chain, long enough he could move his arm, but not long enough for him to walk even a single step.
He looked around, taking in his new surroundings- a dark, gloomy concrete cell surrounded him, the only light given being light from a small, barred window to the outside, at the very top of his cell. Another drip of water made him look to the side, seeing a small leak from the ceiling, actually very close to him. He felt relieved at the prospect of having that water, moving as close to it as he could- but he wasn't close enough. He laid on his stomach in an attempt to get closer, but it wasn't enough. If he had been even an inch closer he would've been able to reach it, but it seems his captor wasn't about to allow that.
His captor. There was only one person it could be, but- he paused, he didn't want to believe it, no, it couldn't have been Reich! Reich loved him, he married him- hell, they had kids together! No, it must've been one of the allies, that's the only logical answer. He moved back to his corner in defeat, no longer straining against his binds, as that proved useless. He sighed, resting his head against the wall behind him, trying to ignore the horrible feeling of cottonmouth, wishing whoever took him would show themselves.
He wanted his Reich so badly, wanted him to come rescue him, to take him back home to their kids and comfortable bed. He sighed, tossing his head to look at the small window- it looked like a gorgeous day outside, he'd loved to have spent it with his kids. His eyes fluttered shut, allowing himself to fantasize, just for a moment- he'd be out playing with his kids, Reich having stayed in to do work like he always did. He'd tell Russia, their oldest, to watch the others while he went inside for a bit, up to Reich's office, knocking quietly before going in. He'd go up to his love, and settle onto his lap, kissing all over his face. Reich would return the kisses, "Mmn, can I help you, baby?" And Soviet would respond, "Take a break, lovely, come outside with me and the kids?" And Reich would- Soviet felt a small grin cross his face, almost able to feel the ghost of Reich's touch along his arms and waist.
A loud thud snapped him from his daydream, the rhythmic click of dress shoes going down the stairs that Soviet just noticed were there. He looked up with baited breath, his stomach fluttering at who it might be. Reich came into view, and Soviet had never felt more relieved in his life, "Oh, Reich! Thank God you're here, I was so-"
Reich cut him off, "Baby, what happened to you?" Holding Soviet's cuffed wrists, "Are you ok? Who took you?" He murmured, looking into Soviet's glistening eyes, a small smile on his face, moving a hand to cradle Soviet's cheek.
Soviet returned the smile happily, "I- I don't know, you got here before they did," leaning into the hand Reich had moved to his cheek. Reich caressed him, enjoying how Soviet nuzzled into him, almost like a cat. Reich hated cats.
Reich pinched his cheek, too hard to be playful, "Yeah? Did I?" He hummed, a false sweetness coating his words.
Soviet whined, "Reich, that hurts," which only caused Reich to pinch harder. He tried pulling his head away from Reich, to no avail. "Reich- what- what are you-?"
Reich let go, instead smacking him across the face- hard. Soviet cried out, Reich chuckling cruelly, "Baby, did you really think I was here to save you? Of course I'm not- I'm the one who put you here, dumbass," his eyes glittered as he watched Soviet struggle for words.
"But- but," he blubbered, "We're married, we have kids together!" His lip quivered, not able to wrap his mind around the shock of the situation.
Reich hummed, pulling a bag closer to him- Soviet hadn't realized he had one, he had been too relieved that Reich was there to care. "About that," he unzipped the bag, a foul stench being released into the room. He pulled out a pair of odd looking handcuffs, one was a normal size while the other was small, very small. He clipped the bigger one to Soviet, pulling what smelled so bad out of the bag, holding it up for Soviet to see.
It was Soviet's youngest, East Germany. He felt his stomach give up, leaning to the side and vomiting. When his stomach was finally emptied, he looked back, albeit hesitantly. His boy looked horrible- his hair looked as though it had been cut off with scissors, some of his scalp missing, deep, dull red in its place. His face was contorted, and looked horribly scarred, like someone had poured boiling water over it. His mouth was opened in what seemed to be a permanent scream, teeth cracked and missing, eyes wide and bloodshot- and melting. There were lacerations all over his chest and belly, including one massive one down his front, that had been hastily, and poorly, stitched up. His legs were missing from the knee down, a shoddy cauterization done to keep him from bleeding out.
Soviet looked away, sobbing, curling in on himself. He just barely heard another click before a weight rested on his thighs, eyes flicking back to see his baby's corpse. He pulled East into his arms, cradling him close to his chest, chin resting on his head. Reich tilted his head up, "Soviet, I put you in this cell for a reason," Soviet looked up at him, forcing himself to listen to what was being said, "This is the only cell with a window to the outside- it won't be long before flies find their way here," he paused, letting Soviet process that. "You know what comes with flies, don't you?"
Soviet gulped, just able to get a quiet whisper out, "Maggots," he cringed at the word- he was terrified of maggots, and Reich knew that.
"Exactly! Smart boy," Reich mocked, "and you've realized I chained you two together, right?" He said, not bothering to hide his sick enjoyment. Soviet nodded slowly, "That's to keep his rotting, maggot infested body as close to you as possible," he grinned cruelly at Soviet, "Let those maggots get their fill on East, before they start moving up to you, eating you alive," he sneered, growing excited at the terrified look on Soviet's face. "Unless, of course, you can… dispose of his body before they get here."
Soviet stuttered, not over the shock of the situation, "How- how do I-?" Reich cut him off with a nasty grin.
"Eating him, of course," sobs began coming from Soviet, scared and wanting his baby back, wanting his Reich back, not this- this mockery of him. The real Reich wouldn't do anything like this, he told himself.
He shuttered, "This- this isn't- it can't be real," he muttered to himself, growing spacier by the second, dissociating himself from the situation. He knew Reich said something, but couldn't process what it was, only knowing he was gone as he heard the door slam shut. He tried to pull himself together, at least enough to think, but was unable to- he ended up passed out on the cold, concrete floor.
A horrible, stinging pain woke Soviet up, coming from his wrist. It was still night outside, being too dark to see anything. He went to rub at it, thinking it was just the cuff rubbing at his skin, but felt something small, round, and slimy- many small, round and slimy things, in fact. He paused, before remembering what was attached to his wrist. He let out a shrill squeal, yanking his wrist back- hard. He felt something wet slip past his hand, shaking it violently, feeling the squirming pests eating at him go flying off, "OhmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodewewewewewewgetoffgetoffGETOFF!!" He sprinted to the opposite side of the cell, not realizing he was no longer attached to either the wall or his son. He scratched aggressively at his wrist, crying as his nails dug into his flesh, falling against a wall.
The sound of the door opening went unnoticed by him, only realizing someone was there when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at the person, who was holding a small flashlight, and relief flooded his body, "Ger- Germany! You're- you're ok!"
His second oldest, Germany, looked down at Soviet, gently bringing his hand closer to his face to inspect it. Germany gulped down a wave of nausea looking at it- his fingers had been chewed up horribly, down to the bone in some parts- he wasn't sure how it would heal from this. He decided to focus on the more important thing at hand- getting his mama out of there and to safety. "Mama, I can get you out of here, the others are already waiting for us- but we couldn't find East, do you know-"
Soviet put his good hand gently over Germany's mouth before pointing to the- now maggot covered- corpse of his dead brother. Germany walked over to get a better look, not sure what he was seeing, before almost vomiting himself. He felt tears begin to trickle down his face at the sight of his baby brother, but ultimately chose to hold it together for Soviet. He walked back over to Soviet hurriedly, picking him up and bringing him out of the bleak chamber he was in. He made his way to a door that led to a forest, grabbing a bag that had been set by it, and began the trek into the woods, his mama snuggled up onto him.