Captive Berlin (Hetalia WW2 Story!)

story by: Savvy Paige
Written on May 05, 2013

She walked silently through the dark forest, the cool spring air whisked pasted her blowing her strawberry blonde locks to the side.
"Verdammt..I-Its so cold..especially f-for sp-spring," Berlin told her self rubbing her arms.She continued walking with her dagger in its sheath and her rifle hanging over her shoulder by its strap.The growing leaves in the trees offered very little hiding places for the young nazi soldier as she treaded lightly over the remaining snow and dead leaves.Suddenly a cold chill ran up her spine as she heard a noise.Was she being watched? Spinning around Berlin quickly pulled the rifle off her shoulder and aimed it into the trees she'd heard the noise from.
"Halt! Who's there?" She said in a strong confident voice.No response.She glared into the dark timberline, seeing nothing.The only light was the stars overhead and the silver slit of moon that hung it the sky.She nervously turned back around and started walking again, keep her rifle at hand.A stick snapped.Spinning around she fired the gun at the location she'd believed the noise came from.Nothing.Now terrified she turned and bolted, running around trees and jumping the occasional dead log.She heard them behind her. Someone was definatly following her.She tore through the brambles, and quickly found herself rolling down a steep slop of a hill.Letting her backpack full of supplies go,she came to a stop when she hit a small rock on the egde of a river.Noticing how close she was to the body of water she jumped back and dropped her rifle, only to bump into a warm, solid figure.She spun around, and came face to face with a familiar blue eyed enemy.
"America!" She hissed and stepped away from him, only to bump into someone else.Turning to she the other person, she found herself starring up into raging violet orbs.
"R-Russia," she said quietly and stepped away from him.America grabbed her arm and she spat in protest, quickly pulling her dagger and swinging at the american man.Getting cut he released her.Seeing her opportunity she dashed away from the two allied forces.America yelled after her, but she paid no mind.Knowing they were not far behind she had no choice but to wade into the river.As she did this Russia and America showed up on the bank.They took no hesitation and dove in the water after their enemy.Berlin, absolutely NOT wanting to be caught dove into the deepest point she knew.Not knowing if the current took her down river or if she herself swam down river America and Russia climbed out.Berlin resurfaced seconds later on the other side.Pulling herself out she started coughing and spitting up water.
"Not the best swimmer huh dude?!" America said as he waded back into the water.The dark current lapped at his pant leg, but he kept going.Berlin was out of steam.She didn't fee like she could go any further.'A quit-er never wins and a winner never quits,' thinking that to herself she jumped up and ran into the forest, just as America was reaching the other side of the river.He dove after her and the chase was on.Berlin was back at point one, running and dodging through the forest again.She kept going, finally they reached a meadow.No more dodging, for now at least.Now confident she picked up speed and found herself halfway across the meadow in a matter of seconds.Feeling the excitement of the chase she sped up a bit more.Suddenly a sharp pain ran through her leg and she tumbled to the ground.Biting her lip, refusing to scream out in pain.Blood trickled down the side of her face now and she realised the blood that spattered her hands.Lightly feeling one of her hands she noticed the new cuts and gashed in it.She heard the grass moving quietly and seconds later America and Russia appeared over her.Was this really how the war was going to end? As America picked me up she blacked out from the pain searing her leg.
Berlin opened her eyes, the sun flickered in through the curtains.She looked at America,Canada, and England.
"Go away," she hissed quietly looking away from them.Foot steps grew closer and she felt one edge of the bed sink slightly.Cool crisp air touched her leg when the blanket was moved away from her broken leg.
"Well..we'll leave after I've put your leg in a splint or cast," England said looking at her swollen blue and black leg.She grumbled under her breath, but said nothing audible.England gently grabbed her leg and moved it the slightest bit.
"Ow! Stop!" Berlin yelled grabbing the lamp on the nightstand and throwing it at him.Canada caught the lamp before it hit England and sat it on the dresser a good few steps away.
"Fighting back won't help now, Berlin," Canada said kindly as he did so.She whimpered in pain as England proceeded with what he was doing.She bit her lip and looked away from them, trying not to pull her leg away.Pained tears raced down the sides of her face as she started crying quietly.
"Ow! Just stop!" She spat swinging at him.England just barely dodged her, he looked at America and Canada.
"Sorry Berlin, but we have to get this finished," He said as America grabbed one arm and Canada grabbed the other.
"Stop! Stop! Just stop! It hurts!!" She wailed trying her hardest to fight away from the two stronger nations.Berlin started kicking at the blanket with her free leg, trying to kick England.
"Bloody hell! Someone grab her leg!" He yelled.France, who had been standing in the doorway, ran in and grabbed her free leg.
"Let.Me.GO..I don't want any of you men touching my leg...ESPECIALLY FRANCE!!!" She screamed trying to get out of their grasps.She started crying more.
"B-bitte...please..just let go of my leg," she begged, not even trying to fight back anymore.England frowned and looked at her.
"I'm almost done," He said very annoyed and at the same moment he finished wrapping gauze around the splint.He released her leg and stood, starting for the door.America and Canada released her arms and France released her other leg following him.Berlin growled and rolled over, letting her back face them as they left.She waited to hear the click of the closing door before she started crying again.She was just in so much pain and she worried about her brothers.Did they know she had been caught? If they did..did they care?



~PART 1~

 

Tags: sad, anger, pain, hate, fear,

 

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