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This is a request for MoniXSaku! (I hope you like it!!!)

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abolish  (əˈbɒlɪʃ)

— vb
( tr ) to do away with (laws, regulations, customs, etc); put an end to

[C15: from Old French aboliss-  (lengthened stem of abolir ), ultimately from Latin abolēre  to destroy]

slav·er·y   [sley-vuh-ree, sleyv-ree]  Show IPA
noun
1.
the condition of a slave;  bondage.
2.
the keeping of slaves  as a practice or institution.
3.
a state of subjection like that of a slave: He was kept in slavery by drugs.
4.
severe toil; drudgery.
Origin:
1545–55; slave  + -ery

Related forms
pre·slav·er·y, adjective, noun

Synonyms
1.  thralldom, enthrallment. Slavery, bondage, servitude  refer to involuntary subjection to another or others. Slavery  emphasizes the idea of complete ownership and control by a master: to be sold into slavery. Bondage  indicates a state of subjugation or captivity often involving burdensome and degrading labor: in bondage to a cruel master. Servitude  is compulsory service, often such as is required by a legal penalty: penal servitude. 4.  moil, labor.


In the Twenty First Century, the world has "Abolished" Slavery. But you can never do away with a crime that you can no longer see, just as you can never kill a nest of rodents that live in the dark. We take a look into the life of one such 'rodent'.

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You were born into a nice family. Good parents, good household, good life. You had a big brother, named Wilson, and also a little sister, named Leanne. For the first ten years of your life, you were in absolute bliss. No troubles, no pain, until the year of (insert your tenth year here).
You were sitting at your lunch table at school when there was a voice over the intercom calling you to the office. That was when you heard the awful news.
Fire.
No survivors.
Orphanage...
After a few months of living in a musty old orphanage, a 'nice' family finally adopted you. The father, whom you were informed to only call 'Sir' told you that he had two sons, Gilbert and Ludwig. You were to be their little sister. But as soon as you got there, it was made very clear by the boys that you weren't welcome. They walked you inside, Gilbert clenching your arm forcefully, whispering threats in your ear softly, while Ludwig merely walked behind you and kept you from stopping.

---------------------------------------Passing through seven long years of torture-------------------------------------------------------

You slammed your door shut, locking the three bolts across and falling against the wall, gasping for a simple lungful of air. That stupid twit Gilbert had chased you into your room again. During the time you had lived there, he had been ruthless. Whenever 'Sir' wasn't around, you were fair game, for any of his repulsive tasks. He would beat you and make you do awful things. His brother was no better. Sure he didn't do much, but he was like a stupid dog to his brother, obeying every order quickly and quietly. Your heard a loud crash against your door and jumped, trying to cover your ears with your shaking hands, trying to bite back your fear. This is it...he's really going to....
There was another crash and you heard a soft, disgusting whisper.
"Come out, Mäuschen [little mouse]!!! I can hear you cry-cry-cry~ing!" Your breathing became quick paced and you ran into your closet, trying your best to hide up on the top shelf quietly, almost falling off when the door finally snapped apart beneath Gilbert's pressure.
You heard his heavy boots ever so slowly clunking across the floor towards your hiding spot, and he began talking to you in a sing-song voice he had perfected just for you.
"Mäuschen, where are you~?
Why are you so scared? Why don't you imagine all the lovely games we'll play! Hey, listen! Tonight's the night we finally win~!!!"
You clamped your hands over your mouth tightly to hold back your sobs.
There was a moments pause.
G-God....if you're out there....p-p-please.....God, help me......
You prayed for your safety in the agonizing moments that passed.
Finally, the moments ended.
You heard the door click and it swung open, a small sliver of the outside light illuminating Gilbert's silhouette. His glowing red eyes pierced yours as he shut the door behind him, leaving only the darkness between you two.

------------------------------------------(Hey, I promised no lemons!)------------------------------------------------------------

When you awoke the next day, the simple gray dress that you had worn the previous afternoon was ripped and stained. You rubbed sleep away from your eyes and looked around, feeling the the stagnant air surrounding you. It wasn't your room, or Gilbert's, or even Ludwig's. Just where the heck am I?! You stood up, almost falling again from the pain that racked through your fragile body. It was enough to even make your stomach heave.
You finally managed to get to your shaking feet and walk out of the room, attempting to make bearings of your surroundings.
At last, you found it. The way out was a small latter leading down. Once your feat touched the solid ground, you turned and saw where you were. It was the long hallway that led to 'Sir's' room. You walked it, feeling the cool tiles beneath your feet. Once in the room, you found your adopted father in his bed. It was enough to make you breathe a sigh of relief. As long as he was around, you were relatively safe, at least at day-time.
Your sigh of relief turned into a gasp of horror when a cold liquid touched your toes, and you looked down.
"S-s-s-SIR?!?!" His blood had dripped from his bed, and you finally noticed the knife in his stomach.
"No.
NO...
NO!!!! PLEASE NO!!!!"
He had been your only hope, only means of survival, and now that shred of safety left had withered away.
You heard a dangerous chuckle and spun on your bloody heels to see Gilbert's face, glowing with evil intent. His brother stood next to him obediently, watching with apathetic eyes. Your gaze shifted back to Gilbert and you pulled the knife from Sir's stomach shakily.
"Y-y-you stay th-the he** away from me..." You brought it up in front of you and felt icy tears trailing down your cheeks.
"Aww, poor little Mäuschen, all alone now, huh? But don't worry..." He knocked the knife out of your grip easily as he swept towards you, pressing your body into the deathbed that was behind you. His frozen fingers gripped your chin tightly as his leaned in to steal another kiss from you. "We're here, aren't we....?"
There was a loud clap as you brought your fist across his face with an unknown strength. He clutched his broken jaw with one hand while pointing at you with the other.
"Holen Sie sich diesen blöden Hund!!! [Get that stupid dog!!!]" He yelled at his brother, who complied easily. You found yourself bashed against a wall and Ludwig's hands were holding yours above your head. His older brother laughed and walked over to you, wiping away blood from his mouth.
"That was a bad move, Mäuschen. Now, you'll be punished even more.
(hey, still no lemons, guys!!!)
It was times like this, when you were being tortured mercilessly by your 'older brothers' that you wondered in the back of that panic-dulled mind about your real older brother. You had become used to pain and at this point could drown it out with these thoughts. What would he have been like? Who would he have been? He wouldn't do things like this to you, would he? He would protect you, wouldn't he?...

There was a loud bang in the room, and the pain you felt ceased. You looked hazily to the now open door, seeing a long shadow cast over the bloody floor. Gilbert and Ludwig both dropped you to confront the intruder and you hit the ground with a wet thunk!
You last saw a familiar face looking at you, calling your name.
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"...._______...
...._______!!!"
Your eyes snapped open and you found yourself sitting in a light field, surrounded by sweet air and sunshine. You heard your name being called again and found the culprit watching you listlessly. It was a young man, about three years older than you, with [your h/c] locks and [your e/c] eyes.
Your own orbs snapped open and you grabbed your savior. "W-w-wilson!!!" You pulled back again, gazing at your long lost brother.
"What are you doing here?! How did you find me?!?!"
He smiled mysteriously and tapped his head. "Big Brother's instinct. More importantly..." His eyes grew concerned and he took your face into his hands, inspecting it carefully. "Are you alright, _______?"
It had been so long since you were called by your real name, instead of 'Girl' or 'Mäuschen'. Your eyes widened with fear and your head whipped around, searching fearfully for your assailants.
"Don't worry!" Wilson chuckled darkly. "I took care of those dirty ba******."
You couldn't believe it.
They're gone....I'm free...
You said the word out loud, relishing the sweet phrase after seven miserable years. There was a soft light around you and your brother and he lightly kissed your forehead, not even attempting to hide the tears that leaked from his eyes. You could feel him slipping away, to somewhere different, and clenched onto his hands.
"P-please! Where are you going?!?"
He smiled softly, tearfully, and patted your head, the light around him growing.
"Listen, kid! You're free! Tell me, the whole time you went through that hell, what did you do?"
"I-i prayed God would let me go home, let me be free again."
"Mh-hmm. I prayed, even though I was dead. I prayed I could get a second chance. I prayed I could protect you....
...I guess....all get....wishes granted...."

His voice trailed off, leaving you to stare at where he had just been sitting. You stood up and began walking, almost endlessly, towards an unknown place. You let your instincts lead you and found yourself in front of a grave.
The name read your own.
"_______ [last name]. [y.o.b]-[ten years later].
Let God lead this little mouse to the light."
You felt yourself growing warm and closed your eyes smiling.
"Hell is when you cannot be free from the demons you fear.
Lust, Pride, those demons that had captured me...." You sighed and felt happy.
"I'm free...."







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"_________!" You snapped back to reality, hearing your name over the intercom. "______, you are needed in the office." You stood up from the lunch table, clutching your bag fearfully.
What's going on?! I was just...?!
"________, sweetie, there's a call for you."
You picked up the phone with small trembling hands, your childish voice coming out as barely a whisper.
"H-h-hello....?"
"Oh gosh, _____!"
Your eyes brightened.
"I'm sorry, hon! I just forgot to tell you this morning that you have a doctor's appointment! I'll be picking you up soon! AGH! Sorry, sweetie, gotta change Leanne again! Love you see you soon!"
"I-i..." You barely managed to get the words out, tears stinging your eyes. "I love you too, mom!"
I guess Wilson was right. We all get wishes granted...

"It is said that life is merely a dream, fabricated by a young child asleep in bed.
But if life is a dream, then what are nightmares....?"~unknown
WHOO it's finally finished! (That's two days of work, folks...)
Okay, so for one: I'm sorry if the German's incorrect, I wasn't about to wake up my IRL best-friend to ask her these things at 2 am, so just deal with the Google Translate.
Secondly: Requested by :iconmonixsaku: (It wasn't until I asked my friend from earlier in the description for ideas that I realized a non-lemon with the Dark! Germany bros. was REALLY hard... so there is some sex in there, but it isn't described at all)
Yeah, I know there wasn't much of Luddy in there.... sorry, I have a hard time with these.... (But seriously, it's almost 3 am right now, so give me SOME credit.)
SPEAKING OF CREDIT: I don't own Hetalia or it's characters. I don't own you. I wish I owned that sexy preview pic, wish being the operative word.
I DO however own MY characters, but they're common people so it's not too bad to copy them.
What it is bad to copy is my story. I TOOK TWO WHOLE FRIGGIN' DAYS WRITING THIS SO DON'T NULLIFY THAT HARD WORK BY COPYING IT.

Ehm... that's it....
IF I DO NOT RESPOND TO COMMENTS TO FEEL BAD, BECAUSE I READ EACH AND EVERYONE!!!!
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KrystalWulf's avatar
That was trippy.