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*Soviet Reprisal* 2P!Russia X Reader 1

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-This is another request from ~Chiyoyo. ^^ I'm actually pretty excited to write this one :3 A darker version of 2P!Russia is what we decided on~  Only, it's gonna be longer than a oneshot xD
WARNINGS: Violence, slight gore, language, slight mention of Nazism, and war. ALSO: Most translations are with Google because it has English letters xD
*Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the Characters, or You; I only own the plot
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Russia's ruby red eyes locked with the lifeless eyes of his boss, a slightly shocked look adorning his face; his eyes widened more than usual and his lips slightly parted in a breathless gasp.

"You heard me loud and clear, Ivan," his boss spoke sternly, his eyes holding nothing by the emptiness of something dark.

Russia wanted to say something back in return, but he couldn't exactly way he wasn't willing to go with his boss's demands. After everything Germany had done to Russia and other countries nearby, it wasn't uncommon for some of them to still feel that enmity towards Germany. But that's all everyone wants, isn't it? Revenge? Yes, they want revenge, and they want it to be handed on a cold, silver platter.

"Ya ponimayo (I understand)," Ivan nodded his head, turning on his heel, his deep black jacket twirling lightly back around to his still legs. "I will assemble the troops like you asked, and I will deliver this speech," he spoke quietly, looking down at the piece of paper in his hand, the words written sharply in Russian.

"Word for word…" his boss added quietly from farther in the room, his eyes burning holes into Russia's back. The brown haired man lifted his eyes, taking a deep breath, and made his way out into the halls to begin his orders as the new general, whether he approved of it or not.

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"Oh, _____, look at this fountain!" You turned around, camera in hand, as you looked to the location your friend's finger was directing to. Following the imaginary path, your eyes locked onto a beautifully designed fountain with golden decorations and sculpted art. Bringing your camera up higher and aiming the lens, you looked through the smaller lens to make sure you had the whole picture, and flexed your finger.

This was how the entire day had gone with you and your friend; roaming a major park of Germany in order to pass the time. You didn't want to stay home and listen to the latest people who made it on the "Most Wanted" list; it was updated at least once a day.

"Hey, _____, what's happening over there?" your friend asked, pulling you from your thoughts. Blinking a couple of times, you turned your head over towards her, seeing a worried expression on her face as she looked in the direction behind you. Eyebrows knitting together, you turned around once more to see some smoke rising from a nearby building. Usually you wouldn't be concerned of this, but when you noticed two more pillars of smoke began to rise in that general area, you couldn't just shrug your shoulders and look away.

"I'm not sure, maybe we should go check it out?" you offered your friend unsurely. It would be safe to just leave, but what if it was a natural fire and they needed some extra hands to put it out? You weren't sure what to do, but when you saw your friend nod her head, you figured it was worth a try.

As you made your way closer to the source of the smoke, you couldn't help but notice the occasional screams from the local Germans. Running a bit faster, you made sure your friend was still with you before you saw a large group of citizens running away frantically. You instantly stopped once you saw their terrified faces; something was very wrong. Then the crowd hit you, people attempting to run on either side of you, but most managing to bump into your shoulders.

However, all motion stopped when you heard a loud, descending whistle sound: a bomb. Quickly turning with the face of the crowd, you saw your friend's eyes full of fear as she waved at you to hurry over to her. Running with the crowd, you finally made it to your friend; however, as you stretched your hand out, you heard the low whistle sound grow deeper in pitch as it neared land. Desperately reaching for your friend's hand, you stretched, only for her to be pushed back by panicking people. You continued though, until you felt your fingers touch hers, the whistle sounding like it was directly behind you now. Your heart pounded against your ears loudly, almost to the point you couldn't hear.

And then it hit. Your vision went from (Friend's name)'s terrified eyes, to simply white. Your body was numb and cold, and you could feel rubble and debris under you as you lay on your side. Your ears were ringing loudly; you couldn't even clearly hear the cries and screams around you.

Soon, you began to hear the voices more clearly, but you were unable to understand their frantic German. Of all the voices, you couldn't hear your friends. In the back of your mind, you found some sort of energy from the thought of your friend, and your vision darkened into black gradually. Once the ringing in your ears stopped, you could feel your eyes begin to open to a blurry glob of darkened colors.

As the blur began to clear, you couldn't help but hear the sound of marching…heavy marching. Feeling a bit of strength, you brought your hands underneath you as you shakily pushed your upper half up from the ground. Keeping your eyes on the ground until your vision focused, you noticed chunks of the sidewalk and pieces of brick scattered around, as well as the soft specks of ash that floated in the air, darkening the sky. It was then you realized how much later it had gotten; how long had you been asleep?!

"Smotri! Tam yestʹ vyzhivshiy! (Look! There's a survivor!)" you heard from behind you, followed by rapid, heavy footsteps. Shaking still, you turned your head towards the source, still on your side, and saw something horrid. In front of you, jogging straight at you, were two men clad in army camouflage and guns in hand. You couldn't tell what nationality they were, but surely not German.

When they reached you, one of them used his foot to roll you over onto your back and onto a sharper piece of debris. Cringing at the sudden stabbing in your back, you writhed for a moment as they inspected you.

"Ah, ona ne nemetskiy. My vozʹmem yeye s Ivanom , chtoby yego proveritʹ yeye. (Ah, she's not German. We will take her to Ivan to have him inspect her)" the other voice sounded from beside you. Before you knew it, their hands were on your arms, pulling you harshly to your feet. Your vision was still spinning, but you managed to see your friend starting to stir from her spot just a few yards from you.

"_____?" you called out her name in shock. Once you saw her body twitch at her name, hearing a groan, you called louder, "_____!" The soldiers grimaced, one looking over towards the girl you were calling to before eyeing his brown eyed partner, motioning in that direction with his head.

"Vy idete poluchitʹ yeye , i ya budu zabotitʹsya o etom, (You go get her, and I'll take care of this one)" he spoke firmly, allowing his partner to jog over to your friend. However, when you saw how roughly he picked her up, you shouted at him.

"Hey!" was all you could register to say. The man still holding you grunted in disapproval, muttering something dark before picking his gun up and holding the butt out to the back of your head.

"Nadeyusʹ, vy ne budete etogo vslukh, kogda vy prosypayetesʹ (Hopefully you won't be this loud when you wake up)." And with that, the gun came into contact with the back of your neck, sending your world once again into the darkness of unconsciousness.

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A lone soldier stood before the body of a strange female body. It's not that she was deformed or anything of the sort, but she was different; there was no possibility she was German. "Itak, chto zhe natsionalʹnostidevushka, Ivan? (So, what nationality is the girl, Ivan?)" The soldier asked the higher ranked man walking into the room to inspect the girl.

The brown haired Russian looked down at the girl, seeing her figure and facial features. He knew those facial features better than he would have liked, but perhaps this could turn out in his favor. "Amerikankan, bez somneniya. Eto khorosheye otkrytiye. Molodtsy. (American (feminine), no doubt. This is a good discovery. Well done.)"

"Spasibo (Thank you)," the man thanked as he bowed his head a bit. He looked back down at the girl; she wasn't the platinum blonde man with the brown coat they had been looking for, but she was still interesting. As he examined her body further, he could feel something in his system similar to lust. Having been training and preparing for months after the declaration of sneaking into Germany, him and several other soldiers have been away from the opposite sex for longer than they realized.

Ivan looked over and saw the glint in the soldier's eyes, and he didn't like it. There were plenty of other women out there, especially the Russian prostitutes that roamed the streets. He then dismissed the soldier before he finished mentally undressing the girl. The soldier was hesitant to leave, but nodded his head in the end and left with a turn of his heels. Ivan gave him one last order before he left the room.

Ivan looked back down at the girl, moving so that he was standing beside her. His fingers ran through a piece of her (color) hair; it was soft to the touch. He had to admit, for an American, she was quite attractive. He wasn't sure why he would think such a thing, but in his current state with his boss, anything could happen.

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You felt something hard underneath you as you began to stir awake; it was cold as well. Moving a little, you shifted so that you were in your stomach, and pushed yourself up into a sitting position, looking around. What you saw shocked you. You were in a small room, barely enough room for two people, with tawdry walls and beds, all four of them. They were the only things in the room, but they looked like they were put together lazily and at short notice. They were also not built for comfort, you established after seeing the small, barred window and the dirt floor.

Your thoughts were torn away when you saw your friend lying in the bed next to you, still sleeping. Heart racing, you quickly threw the covers back and ran over to her, the dirt of the ground sticking to your feet. "_____?" you asked, gently resting a hand on her shoulder. She groaned a bit, and began to stir, but she still wasn't waking up.

After a few minutes of sitting with her, waiting for her to wake up, you heard some aggressive yelling from outside the door. Curious, and unable to understand the language, you snuck over to the small makeshift door and peered through the window cautiously. There, you saw other small shacks like the one you were in lining the temporary street of dirt. It was like a camp of prisoners. Then, you noticed two soldiers dressed in gray camo going from one building to the next and banging on the door, shouting what you thought were orders to wake up in Russian. Some people, both male and female, were making their ways out of the "houses" and into the streets, their clothes looking like nothing but rags draped over their bodies; they looked like zombies, the way they walked.

Looking down at yourself, you saw you still had the clothes from the initial attack on, so that was good. Your eyes then returned to the window, where you saw a soldier making his way towards the building you were currently placed in. Quickly, you ran back to your bed, where you scrambled to lay down and put the covers over your body before the door was thrown open, swinging all the way through and banging against the wall of the shack harshly, making you wince and keep your eyes closed tightly.

"Vstavay! (Get up!)" an angered Russian voice broke out, sending shivers down your back. Trying to make it seem like you were asleep, you sat up and pushed the covers over your body, turning your head to look at the soldier. He didn't look pleased in the least. He then looked down at your friend, seeing that she was trying to get up, but was having major difficulty: she couldn't do anything more than groan and move her arms. Your heart stopped as you watched her flounder in her bed, unable to get out of the bed. Something was wrong, something was very wrong.

"_____?" you called frantically, jumping out of bed and once again running over to her. The soldier also ran towards your position, but not as quickly thanks to the heavy equipment attached to his body. Once there, you rolled your friend over onto her back, seeing the pained look in her watering eyes as her mouth gaped open like a fish sucking in air.

"I-I I can't-!" she barely managed before you were pushed out of the way, the force knocking you onto your hands and knees. The soldier picked her up by the collar of her shirt, making grip his wrists as he pulled her off the bed and into the air, her feet dangling. The Russian shouted something quickly before he set her down. As soon as her feet touched the ground, her body fell to the ground, her hands catching herself as she sobbed.

Your eyes suddenly started to burn at the sight of your friend crying, and you quickly got onto your feet and ran over to her, shoving the soldier with what little strength you had. "You idiot! Can't you see something's wrong?!" you cried angrily before you turned back around to her, taking her in your arms and trying to help her onto her feet. However, she couldn't get her feet underneath her.

"I-I can't feel my legs," she cried in fear, more tears dripping down her cheeks to the underside of her chin. Your eyes grew wide; she couldn't feel her legs?

"Khvatit! (Enough!)" the Russian soldier yelled, grabbing you by the waist and ripping you away from your friend. You cried out in protest, kicking your legs as the soldier called over another. The man quickly saw the predicament and ran over, listening as the man holding you gave him very brief commands. The man ran back in the house. You could hear your friend's voice crying out in German, but you couldn't understand her. The man soon returned, holding her bridal style as he quickly made his way towards a large, castle-like mansion at the end of the road, going the opposite way you were being carried. You called out to her more, hearing her call your name as well, but you knew you didn't have a chance. Shaking in fear and frustration, you felt your body suddenly grow tired. The soldier set you down, keeping a vice grip on your wrist, and led you in the direction the others were heading.

The reason they were all heading one way was to get in line for their placement, where they would work and live until they were released or died. They were also handing out sets of clothing to the people who hadn't changed yet.

When it was your turn, you stood in front of a doctor and what looked like a commander, his chin high and the pins on his jacket shining brightly. When he saw you, he whispered something to the doctor, who nodded his head. The man in the grey camouflage turned to another man, who immediately ran over to a small office-looking building not far from where the line of people was placed. The doctor then felt your arms, legs, and back before letting the other man take his time in examining your physical condition.

"Kukhnya i chistka (Kitchen and cleaning)," the man spoke after a moment. You didn't know what it meant, and you didn't quite want to find out. You began to think of what he had said when the younger soldier returned, a neatly folded set of dark blue clothes in his hands. You looked at it suspiciously, especially when he handed them you, turned around, and picked up another pair of dirty rags, handing them to the person behind you.

You stepped away from the line like the other people before you had done, and looked around in attempt to find where you were supposed to be. And just as luck had it, you heard the same three words repeated to the person behind you, seeing them nod their heads and start to walk towards a large, well-built building. Quickly you followed them, figuring they would know where to go with their orders.

You later found out what you were supposed to be doing when you walked into the building, seeing plenty of other women hard at work with cooking food in a very large kitchen, cleaning dishes, and then what looked like doing laundry. You then looked down at the clothes in your hands and sighed, finding the nearest bathroom and changing.

It was dark by the time you and some other girls had finished cleaning the kitchen and putting the dishes away. You weren't too good with time, but it was only a couple of hours until midnight. Sighing, you put an apron that you had acquired away on a hook by the door, waiting for the other girls to leave before leaving as well, starting the walk back to your "home".

It didn't make any sense to you why the people simply just agreed with their orders as slaves, especially after what they had endured to get here in the first place. You figured they would rebel and fight back, but they didn't. You wanted to rebel and tell them where they could go, but you didn't know the language or people, and you couldn't fight by yourself.

As you walked into the room, you noticed your friend was still nowhere to be seen. Your heart ached, hoping that she was still alive. You had a fear in the back of your mind that if you didn't do something right, or if you weren't capable, you would be killed off.

Letting yet another deep sigh leave your lips, you left your deep blue long-sleeved shirt on, as well as your jean pants that were giving to you earlier that day. Everything was going by so fast; you almost didn't know how you got to your bed without falling over. Once in bed, you turned your back to the door and let your head fall against the pillow tiredly as you closed your eyes. You could feel sleep tugging at you, and you decided it was best to just give in, just like everyone else in this camp, and just like your hope, giving in to this madness without question.

The End of Chapter 1~
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Woot! xD First chapter of a super awesome 2P!Russia reader insert I'll be writing :dummy:

A friend and I originally made up the idea when she requested a oneshot.
But...
It turned out to be much longer than a oneshot xD So, I decided to just write it as a legit story ^^ I'm going to post it on Lunaescence when I can get my password reset, so I'll give y'alls the link when it gets here.

Chibi Russia shares warnings!
:iconchibirussiaplz::iconsaysplz:Reference to Soviets and Nazis, some sensitive material, violence, slight gore, 2P!World, Used Google Translate, future sexual references, future sexual situations, future forced sexual situations

And disclaimers!

:iconchibitaliaplz::iconsaysplz:Plot Belongs to ~sy62697 and ~Chiyoyo
Hetalia Belongs to Himaruya
Reader Belongs to my 2P, da!


:bulletred:Chapters::bulletred:
:bulletblack:1:bulletblack: Here
:bulletblack:2:bulletblack: [link]
:bulletblack:3:bulletblack: [link]
:bulletblack:4:bulletblack: [link]
:bulletblack:5:bulletblack: FINAL-[link]

*cough cough* Reprisal means Revenge
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This was one of the best Russia x Reader's I've ever read. No joke. The way Sy put worded this was beautiful. I just want to have the second part out right now! All the things you incorperated were great. How it is set in Germany was shocking I thought it was Russia!! <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)"/> The story was really awesome and I can't stop thinking about it! The part parts are that I am captuered <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/f/f…" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)"/> and I am in a boot camp <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/e/e…" width="15" height="15" alt=":O" title=":O (Eek)"/> Oh noes that isn't good!!! Still, the story was amazing and I can't wait for chapter two to be out <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/b…" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)"/>