Chapter 6

                                    

                                          
⚠Warning⚠  This chapter contains abuse!
                          
( Germany's POV) 
                          
" He said what?" Israel said in disbelief as Germany explained what happened during lunch.
                          
"Yeah, he said that my smile was cute." Germany restated. 
                          
"Dang-if I didn't know better, I'd say that he liked you!"
                          
     Germany scoffed. Russia was cute and all, but...who would like Germany? Half the school didn't even acknowledge the fact that he existed. Why would someone like Russia find him appealing?
                          
" I thought he was straight."
                          
"Oh, he's not. He's gay!" Israel said.
                          
"How would you know?"
                          
"He has an ex-boyfriend."
  
     Germany was slightly shocked. He thought for sure Russia would be getting ladies. 
                          
"Who's his ex?"
                          
"America."
                          
Germany wasn't sure who that was.
                          
"Huh. Interesting. Israel, what are you?"
                          
"Straight. I mean, I support, but I'm straight as a ruler. You're pan, right?"
                          
     Germany nodded. Israel had known for a bit. His father was unsupportive, so he wasn't completely out. Germany was really curious, though. Was Israel right about Russia being gay? He trusted Israel, of course, but it was always good to check in with a reliable source: Russia himself.
                          
" Have any crushes?" Germany asked randomly.
                          
"Well, there's this one girl named Belgium. She's pretty, and I might like her."
                          
"That's cool, you should totally shoot your shot!"
                          
" I dunno, I might. What about you, anyone on your mind?"
                          
      Germany thought for a second. He was often too preoccupied with work to think about crushes or feelings in general. Who did he like?  He didn't really know anyone either. The only person he could think of was...
                          
"Well, I have to say Russia's kinda cute..."
                          
" Oooooh!"
                          
"Well, I don't know! I mean, he seems really sweet."
                          
"Hmm."
                          
     They got to Israel's house after a while. Before they parted ways, Israel gave Germnay his number so they could text. Germany left once Israel went inside his house. He should've asked Russia for his number.
                          
     She  Germany got home, his father was right at the door. He growled at his son and yanked him inside by the wrist.
                          
"I'm leaving. I'll be back in a few hours. I don't care what the hell you do, just be back when I get home."
                          
     Reich walked out, slamming the door behind him. Germany massaged the part of his wrist where his father had grabbed him. He had such a tight grip. Since Germany had no homework to do, he had several hours to kill. Sitting on the couch in the living room, Germany texted Israel.
                          
G: Hey! 
                          
I: Heyo! What's up?
                          
G: I'm bored lol
                          
I: Wanna come over to my place?
                          
G: Sure. I'll be over in a few minutes.
                          
     Germany grabbed his phone, a jacket, and keys to his house. Making sure to lock the door behind him, he left for Israel's house. It only took a few minutes to get there. Germany had to knock on his door since he had no doorbell. Almost as soon as he had finished knocking, his friend opened the door.
                          
" Hey! Come on in!" Israel let Germany inside his house.
                          
     Israel's house was rathe large compare to Germany's house. There were several guest bedrooms and various closets. Apparently his parents had guests over all the time.
                          
"Where are your parents?" Germany asked after thinking about this.
                          
"Out on a date. They trust me with the house, so I can pretty much have whoever I want over as long as I don't destroy anything."
                          
" What do you want to do?"
                          
I dunno. Wanna play a board game?"
                          
"Sure."
                          
     Germany and Israel played several board games in Israel's room. It was difficult playing some of the games with only 2 players, but they made it work. At one point they were playing a very intense round of Mario Kart. Israel won, but only by a hair.
                          
"Dangit. Had that one guy not blue-shelled me at the very end, zI would've won!" Germany said after the match was over.
                          
"Whatever you say!" Israel replied playfully.
                          
     After a while, both of them got bored of playing games. They decided to watch a movie, and Israel made popcorn. They watched a comedy movie and had several good laughs throughout. Israel laughed so hard during the movie that he fell off his bed, which only made the two laugh harder.
                          
     Germany left Israel's place at around 7:30. He went home to make sure nobody had busted in while he was gone. Luckily no one had gotten into Germany's house. He unlocked the door and went inside. The entire place was dead silent. Germany didn't mind too much. He went upstairs and got ready for bed. Once he had thrown on some comfy pajamas, Germany went over to his window. He wondered if Russia lived nearby.
                          
     About an hour later, Germany heard someone pounding on his front door. Germany ran downstairs and opened it. There stood his father, clearly drunk. He staggered inside, holding a beer bottle in one hand. Germany closed the door behind his father and was about to head up to his room when he was grabbed by the collar.
                          
     His father pinned Germany to the wall. Germany's heart started beating faster. His father was bad enough sober..What was he gonna do drunk?
                          
     The sound of glass shattering across skin answered his question. Germany cried out in pain. He could feel blood trickling down his cheek. Reich grinned wickedly. He punched his son in the gut a few times. Germany coughed up a small bit of blood. Reich pulled off his barely buckled belt and began whipping Germany with it. Germany screamed, begging his father to stop. After around 5 minutes of beating his son, Reich loosened his grip and dropped to the ground. He was too drunk.
                          
      Quickly running up the stairs, Germany went into his bathroom and ran to the toilet. He got on his knees and threw up in the toilet bowl. Germany wiped his mouth with a towel after he was done. Too exhausted to do anything more, he went right to sleep.
                          
     (Hope you guys enjoy this chapter! It's not nearly as interesting as the rest of them, but I didn't want e chapters in a row from Russia's POV. I have uploaded art to the 4th chapter, so you can go look at it if you want!)
                          
Story word count: 1, 007 words