Bound Servitude: Beilschmidts Prussia's Ending

Germany was shocked that (Name) had managed to make it back to his home. She had actually escaped the Allies? He was in shock. He helped to tend to her wounds. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t want to scold her for not screaming for him. He kept having to remind himself that she had had a sore throat and couldn’t scream.

“Meister…c…can you ever forgive me for disobeying you?” she asked gently.

“I’ll think about it…” he said.

(Name’s) face fell, she was just nervous, she was so sad for what had happened, she just wanted to make things right, she knew that he was angry about it. All she could ever wish for was to fix things. She couldn’t meet his eyes, she didn’t want to see the judgement in them. She thanked him for taking care of her wounds.

“You’re welcome.” He said softly, “Now what happened to your wrist?”

“R…Russia broke it…” she said, “Wh…when he…interrogated me…”

“Interrogated? Do you mean he…” Germany began to ask and (Name) rapidly nodded not wanting to hear it or say it.

“Who wrapped it?” he asked.

“France…he’s also the one who helped me escape…because of his friendship with Meister Prussia…he felt guilty…” she told him softly.

“Are you sure he didn’t expect you to repay him for his kindness the next time you were over at mein brudder’s house.” He said in an irked voice.

“W…was?!” the young servant asked in shock, she didn’t believe that.

“You heard me (Name).” he growled.

“Nein, he didn’t even suggest that. Especially not after what Russia did to me.” She exclaimed.

Germany nodded and stood up, “I need to fix that wrapping to be sure.” He said and walked out of the room.

(Name) had to keep reminding herself not to break down in front of her Master, it was inappropriate for a Bound Servant to do so. She gripped her skirt, she had feared that her German Master would be unforgiving, but she could not go to the Prussian, yet. It was Germany whom she had disobeyed so it was Germany whom she must make it up to. She would do whatever he wished to beg for his forgiveness. He walked in with his medical kit and sat back down. He roughly took her wrist and unwrapped it. She looked at him and prayed he could find it in his gruff heart to forgive her.

“(Name) I’m going to have to re-break your wrist to be sure that it heals properly.” He said and gripped her wrist and hand.

(Name) bit her lip and nodded before raising part of her skirt with her other hand to bite down on as he did as he said and snapped her wrist with ease. The pain was searing and the sound it made was cringe worthy. She tried to keep the tears from rolling down her cheeks, but it was impossible.

“I’m sorry.” He said as he rewrapped her wrist after splinting it properly.

“I…I deserve it for what I did.” She said submissively.

“Nein, not zhat…zhat is too harsh…” he said and looked at her, “I would never break a bone as punishment…”

She looked at him, he did blame her. She bit her lip and nodded.

“Is there anything I can do to make this up to you?” she asked sincerely, “I never meant to disobey Meister Germany…I just want to make you happy again.”

“Go und make lunch und I’ll think about it.” He said.

With a quick response (Name) jumped up and rushed into the kitchen. She began cooking at a rapid pace, she had to make this up to him…and keep her mind off of the Prussian who had captured her heart.


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Days had gone by and (Name) had been doing everything that her Master had asked without fail, but she was still very skittish. She jumped whenever there was a loud noise. She worried that the Allies were coming back for her…she knew that France only had so much swaying power now that she had escaped on his watch. She bit her lip as she cut up vegetables for stew that evening. She looked out the window at all the Axis training. Germany was having yet another contest with Prussia, those two competed more than anyone could imagine, Japan kept his pace well, he was so disciplined, opposite him was Italy who was as undisciplined as they come and was falling way behind. She knew that after Germany and Prussia’s little contest that her German Master would chew him out for falling behind. She sighed softly and kept cooking.


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That evening as (Name) fixed the table for her Master’s dinner her mind began to wander. Would tonight be the night that he forgave her? She hoped so, she really wanted him to. She truly desired his forgiveness. All she wanted was for things to get back to the way they were before, well almost. She would never admit her true desire of freedom so that she could try and claim her other Master’s heart. Prussia was perfect in her eyes and all she wanted was for him to love her as she did him. She began to place the cutlery and then brought out a tray with the bread and butter on it.

Just as she entered the dining room the back door to Germany’s house slammed open and shut making (Name) scream in fright fearing the Allies were back and she accidentally threw the tray up in the air, spilling its contents and breaking the butter dish. She was terrified. She got down on her hands and knees to try and clean up her mess just as Germany barged into the room. (Name) jumped and looked up her hand was slightly sliced from the bread knife.

“Vhat happened?” he asked obviously irked.

“I…I was frightened…” she said, “Y…you banged the door…I…I thought they were coming back for me…”

Germany groaned and looked at her, “Who zhe allies? Do you zhink zhey vould try zhat again? Are you zhat out of touch? Or are you just stupid?” he asked with a growl.

(Name) looked down ashamed and held her sliced hand trying to keep it to herself; she shouldn’t bother him with it. Though his eyes traveled with hers and he caught sight of the blood.

“What have you done to yourself stupid girl?” he asked.

He’d never called her that before, she was so nervous, what had she done to deserve it? She shrank back.

“Wh…when I j…jumped…the bread knife…” was all she managed to get out.

“Speak up.” He said.

“The bread knife sliced me when I jumped.” She said once more.

The German sighed, “Show me.” He said.

“N…nein it’s fine…” she said, “I’m okay…”

Germany sighed softly and tugged her hand out and gripped it tighter than usual, “You’re clumsier than usual.” He said.

“A…am I usually clumsy?” she asked nervously.

“Sometimes.” He said with a sour face, “I suppose you want me to take care of this too.”

“N…nein I can do it…I don’t want to bother you…” she said trying desperately to diffuse the situation, lest he give her the harshest order imaginable.

“You’ve already bothered me about it, so why not let me fix it.” He said.

“You’ve already done so much by allowing me back under your roof and fixing my wrist.” She said.

“I seem to be regretting that.” He said.

“What?” she asked in hurt and shock.

“I seem to be regretting allowing you back in here, let alone fixing your injury.” He said again with a darker tone.

“What do you mean?” she asked softly, worriedly.

“I mean I don’t want you here anymore, leave.” He said.

“M…Meister.” She said softly.

“Leave.” He said.

“Wh…what?” she asked again backing up, unable to tear her hand away from his iron grip.

“I said leave, get out, I don’t care where you go, my brothers, the shelter, back
to your new boyfriend France’s just leave!” he said his voice raising a bit.

She tried to pull her hand away and began to tear up, “Bi…bitte meister…” she tried to plead.

“GET OUT NOW!” he cried out and tossed her hand back to her and turned away from her.

Salacia bit her lip and ran off tears streaming from her eyes and blood dripping from her new flesh wound.


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Salacia had ran until she was in downtown Berlin panting as she leaned against a building. It seemed like a long trip but in reality it wasn’t, her Meister lived just at the edge of downtown with a large property. She bit her lip as more tears rolled down her cheeks. Her hand had stopped bleeding and that worried her. She hadn’t treated it, it could get infected. And she with no money could get it treated it would likely cause gangrene. She would lose her hand by the end of it. She didn’t know what to do. She tore her slip and wrapped the wound a bit and sighed again, more tears forming in her eyes.

“What is a beautiful woman like you doing crying?” a voice she knew well said from beside her.

(Name) jumped as she looked over locking eyes with the ocean eyed Frenchman who had freed her from her capture, “France?!” she cried in a hushed voice.

“(Name)?! What in zhe hell are you doing out here?!” he said in the same tone, “I wasn’t under the impression Germany went to bars.”

“Bars?” (Name) asked and looked up her heart lifting a bit as she saw she was indeed leaning against a bar, with any luck her other Master was nearby, “He’s not…he turned me out…” she said and looked at France, “I…Is Prussia near here?” she asked hurried, “I want to see if he will take me in…”

“I don’t believe so…would you trust me to take you to his home?” France asked.

“Are you’re friends here?” (Name) asked nervously, she now feared this had all been the Allies plan, to allow her to escape and then recapture her willing to talk  after being turned out by Germany.

“Non.” He said sincerely, “Zhough zhey zhought zhat zhis would work but after zhe first week of you not being sent away…zhey gave up…zhey zhink zhat I’m a fool for hanging around…but I still owe you…”

So she was right, that was their plan. But what did he mean he owed her?

“What do you mean?” she said backing into the wall more, she had no more to tell, and they would surely kill her for that.

“I told them everything…how to find you…it was my fault what Russia did to you…I do owe Prussia for it…but you mostly, you were zhe one who had to suffer…if he turns you out too…I will keep you safe…you have my word as a nation…” France said in the most serious tone (Name) had ever heard.

“Oh...okay…I…I trust you…” she said and took his hand and he led her off, shocked when she hissed.

He raised her hand and saw the cut, “Did he do this?” he asked.

She shook her head and told him what happened. Francis sighed and led her towards a hotel.

“Where are we going?” she asked nervous.

“That needs dressing.” He said, “I don’t think Prussia would be too happy if I brought you to him with an infected wound.”

(Name) nodded, he led her to his room and dressed her wound for her. She thanked him and actually hugged him. He was shocked, he knew of her feelings for Prussia, he could always see them. He hugged back and she pulled away and smiled.

“Thank you.” She said, “I’m very grateful for your kindness…I don’t know how I could repay you…”

“You don’t need to…I owe you so much for what you’ve been through.” He said and stood up, “Come on, let’s get you to Prussia.”

She nodded but the moment she stood all that running she had done on an empty stomach earlier came back with a vengeance as her head began to spin and she just fainted. The last thing she heard was France cursing and panicking.


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(Name) awoke, not in France’s hotel bed, but in her own at her Meister Prussia’s home. She struggled and sat up and looked around. Had everything been a dream? She looked down at her wrapped wrist and dressed hand, she knew that all those horrible events had been real. She looked around and wondered how she had gotten there. She managed to throw her legs over the side of the bed, even though they felt like lead. She went to stand up only to fall to the floor with a grunt. Her legs felt like they were on fire. All that running had really done a number on her.

“(Name)?! Vhat are you doing out of bed?!” her Prussian Master cried as he entered her room and picked her up, “You need to rest.”

“M…Meister…” she stammered being taken aback by his actions and being held in his big strong arms.

He lay her in her bed, “Tell mich if you need anything.” He said, “Don’t get out
of bed. France told me everything…I am so disappointed in mein little brudder.”

(Name) looked at him in shock, she had never heard him serious either. He only got this way when it had to do with things that were important to him. Was she important to him? She nodded as he lay her in her bed before placing her blankets over her. She held them close and smiled softly taking a deep breath, they smelled like him. Gilbird flew in and perched on Prussia’s head before letting out his usual tweet and flitting onto hers. She was in shock. And she wasn’t the only one. Prussia was just staring with his mouth open in surprise as the bird made a nest in her hair and settled down to sleep.

“I guess he was worried too…” (Name) said with a soft blush.

“Ja, I think he wants to be sure your safe.” He said, “Und I’m proud of him.”

He gently cupped her cheek and sat beside her on her bed. He smiled softly at the Bound Servant, this was a smile that she had never seen. She raised a hand to cup his. She smiled softly at him.

“(Name) vhen mein brudder told me zhat zhe Allies had captured you…I…I almost broke down…” he admitted softly, “You keep me sane…you keep me from drinking myself to death all zhe time…I vas afraid zhat I vas going to…I don’t know…die vithout you here vith me…(Name) you’re important to me…more important zhan anyone I’ve ever met…you are on zhe level of family…nein you’re beyond that…you’re like…zhe…zhe only person zhat can take mein breath away every time I see you…I…fick…I don’t know vhat I’m trying to say…vell I do but not how to say it…”

She had never seen him like this before, he was stumbling over his words. He seemed nervous and was he blushing? She didn’t know what to think. All she knew was she wanted to know what he wanted to tell her. She took a chance and raised a hand to cup his cheek and smiled kindly up at him.

“Just say it.” She said, “Don’t think, just speak.”

That was all he needed, her kind works and sweet smile, he leaned in near to her making her face flare up with a blush, their lips were slightly brushing, “(Name), ich liebe dich.” He said and kissed her deeply.

(Name) was in shock, but she kissed back, it was bliss. His lips were soft and tender and his kiss sweet and loving, it was as though all her dreams had come true. He dug a hand into her hair and pressed his lips against hers as though he would never be able to kiss her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his other arm took up residence behind the small of her back as he lifted her up to press against him. She held him close and kissed him with all her love and passion. She didn’t need to say she loved him, he could feel it. She could feel his love too, but not only that she felt a tingling sensation of her curse of being bound leaving her. But she would not being leaving the Prussian.

When their lips finally separated she just held him tight and buried her head onto his shoulder and cried softly, so grateful to him. He stroked her hair and her back worried he had upset her but when he tilted her chin up to look at him he saw not fear, or sadness in her eyes but love and gratitude.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly.

“I am now…please promise me that you won’t turn me out…” she murmured softly.

“Never, you’re never leaving me again…and I don’t want you as a servant I want you as my lover.” He said softly.

“I love you.” She said and kissed his cheek, “I will never leave your side.”

And this time by choice. She didn’t say it, there would be time to tell him what she had been later, but for now all she wanted was to embrace their love and hold him close and feel his warmth. No, now was not the time. But what it was time for was another mind blowing kiss.