#A sadistic warden keeping this man under control not by force or even words

[shimano-futoshi]

sagawa would see an unflushed toilet, ask if anyone’s gonna drink that and not wait for an answer

[eternal-night-owl]

My Sunshine

Fandom: Hetalia

Paring: LietPol

Genre: Angst/Horror

Rating: T

Summary: Lithuania has always been the sunshine of Poland's life, a beacon of light in the darkest of times. So how will he react when that light is flickered out? LietPol, somewhat dystopian AU. Partially based off a prompt I saw awhile back.

Word Count: 1783

Read on: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12233389/1/My-Sunshine

Poland anxiously tapped his foot as he waited for the guards to come back to his cell. In retrospect, it might of not been the smartest decision to attack Ben- the son of the warden and, of course, the most sadistic of the guards in the entire prison. But really, who could blame him? The way he was looking at Liet, the way he ran his fingers through his hair and slowly, ever so slowly, moved his hands lower down…

 He flinched, pushing the thought out of his mind. After the incident, Poland and Lithuania, as well as every prisoner in the general vicinity, were taken back to their cells. Poland knew he would face punishment for what he had done, but it was worth it. He could handle being beaten, locked in solitary confinement, or whatever else they decided to throw his way. It was the waiting part, the uncertainty of it all, that twisted his stomach into knots.

Poland thought back to a time that seemed so long ago, back when he was free. He still remembered watching his beloved country, the one that has risen from the ashes so many times before, crumble to pieces before his very eyes. He remembered how Lithuania offered him shelter in his own home, despite the fact his own country was falling apart. Even though their reunion only lasted a short amount of time, Poland was as close to being happy as he had been in years, maybe even decades. And finally, he remembered when the soldiers came in the middle of the night, taking both nations into custody and crushing any small amount of hope he had left for the future.

 Poland looked up when he heard the door creak open, to reveal none other than Warden Collins himself. As always, the man wore his wrinkled face in a cold, emotionless expression- a perfect contrast to his son's sadistic grin.

 "Before you say anything, I just want to let you know it was completely in self-defense. Well, in my friend's defense. Your son is a total pervert-" The warden put his hand up to silence the blond.

 "I don't care to hear another one of your ridiculous lies. Come with me," he commanded. Poland hesitated for a moment before he saw the man's hard gaze turn murderous, and so he reluctantly followed.

 As they walked along the hallway of the prison, Poland couldn't help but take note of how much larger the warden was then him. At least a foot taller, probably more, and with a good deal of muscle to boot. Not to mention the gun he wore on his holster.

 He could kill me right now if he wanted to. I’m don’t heal like I used to, and it's not like anyone would stop him.

 The two men took a right, then a left, until they stopped in front of an unfamiliar metal door. It was massive in size, with multiple locks on it. Poland's stomach dropped as he thought of why exactly they needed to keep this particular room so secure.

It took the warden a few minutes before he was able to unlock the door, and then lead the Polish man inside. When Poland saw what- or should he say who, was inside, his blood instantly ran cold.

 "Liet!" he cried out. There was his friend and partner, trapped inside a clear, dome-like structure. He ran up to the brunet, banging both of his fists on the glass, with Lithuania watching him in shock and confusion.

 "P-Poland? What's going on?" the Lithuanian asked, his voice echoing off the dome. In question, Poland turned to face the warden, who was right behind them. He got a horrible feeling in his stomach about what was going to happen.

 "Mr. Łukasiewicz, this is the third time in a row that you have terrorized my son, and have been a menace to me, as well as your fellow prisoners. I intend to put an end to that behavior of yours today." The tall man then walked over towards a control panel in the corner of the room.

 "It seems that no matter what I do with you, you never learn from your mistakes. So you have given me no choice but to… eliminate your friend. He seems to be the reason behind many of your altercations, or so you say, so it's only natural that I get rid of the problem." The warden explained, in a tone as casual and uncaring as if he were discussing the weather.

"What are you talking about?" Poland asked, his voice steadily rising in pitch. "Liet didn't do anything! He just… your son… It's not his fault!"

Warden Collins ignored the blond's explanation and pulled a red lever, causing Lithuania's hands to reach for his own throat and fall to his knees.

"Liet!" Poland cried out in horror as he watched the brunet gasp for breath, looking to be in clear discomfort. The Polish man banged on the dome as hard as he could, but couldn't even form a single crack.

 "You can try all you want, but you won't break it. It's completely impenetrable." Poland whipped his head around to face the harsh man.

 "What are you doing to him, you bastard? Let him out!" The warden shook his head.

 "You forced my hand, Mr. Łukasiewicz. If only you had done as you were told and had not caused any problems, your friend would not be dying as he is because of your actions. Most humans can't go more than five to ten minutes without oxygen, though it might be a bit longer for your kind."

 "But he didn't even do anything!" Poland shrieked. "It's me who's the problem here! Punish me! Kill me!" Poland begged. He looked over at Lithuania again, attempting to claw his way out of the dome.

 "The clock is ticking, Mr. Łukasiewicz. If you have anything you want to say to your partner, do it now." The warden warned, as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

 "Please, stop it! Whatever you want, you can have it. I-I'll be good, I promise, I won't cause any more trouble!"

 "You're wasting your time, as well as your friend's. I believe he is starting to turn blue."

 In a fit of rage and desperation, Poland lunged towards the warden. He punched him as hard as he could in the stomach, causing the normally stoic man to let out a pained gasp and drop to the ground. With the warden temporarily down, Poland turned his attention to the control panel, and attempted to push the red lever back, but found that it wouldn't budge. As he continued to struggle, he felt a gun press against the back of his head.

 "Let go of the lever, and back away with your hands up, or I will splatter your brains on the floor in front of your beloved Lithuania."

 Instantly, Poland obeyed the warden's commands. It was an automatic reaction; he didn't fear death, at least not anymore, but his inborn survival instincts refused to let him take the bullet.

 He slowly backed away from the control panel, and back towards Lithuania, who had been watching the whole thing go down, and looked at Poland with panic in his blue-green eyes. The blond knew him well enough to know that the fear was for him, and not for Lithuania himself.

Even when he is dying, he still worries about me. Oh Liet, why do you have to be so good?

Poland thought of all the things he wanted to say, how he wanted to take the brunet in his arms and tell him how much he loved him, how he didn't deserve any of this. He wanted to apologize for every fight they ever had, every selfish thing he had done, any pain he had ever caused him, either intentionally or otherwise. And if they had all the time in the world, he would have.

 However, he did not, and neither did Lithuania. Even if he tried to say everything he wanted to, it would come off as too rushed, too panicked, and most likely incoherent.

 Then, he remembered a song he heard from America in what seemed like a lifetime ago. It always stuck with him because it reminded him so much of his dear Lithuania.

 Softly, he began to sing.

"The other night dear, as I lay sleeping

I dreamed I held you in my arms

But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken.

So I hung my head and I cried."

 Lithuania looked right at him, his big blue-green eyes filling with tears, reaching his hand out, as if he wanted to hold Poland's hand. The blond put up his as well to meet the Lithuanian's, the glass keeping them apart.

 "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away"

 Poland stopped for a moment before he could get to the next verse, his voice being overcome by sobs. He took a deep breath and continued on. Tears fell down Poland's face, and Lithuania's hand fell to the ground, as if he no longer had the strength to hold it up.

"P-Po…" Lithuania tried to say, only to be softly hushed by the blond.

 "N-Now, don't waste your breath on me, you silly thing. You don't have many left."

 "I'll always love you and make you happy,

If you will only say the same.

But if you leave me and love another,

You'll regret it all someday:

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away."

 Tears glistened on the Lithuanian's face, illuminated by the florescent lights in the room. The panic on his face was starting to be replaced with something akin to resignation. Poland cried even harder as he knew the brunet was nearing his end, and again had to stop for a minute to get his sobs under control.

 "In all my dreams, dear, you seem to leave me

When I awake my poor heart pains.

So when you come back and make me happy

I'll forgive you dear, I'll take all the blame.

 You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away."

 As Poland finished the last verse, all the muscles in Lithuania's body relaxed, and Poland couldn't hold his tears back any longer.

[brothers-all]

Echoy'la (Lost)

Whop, here's the next one! Finally, things pick up! =D I just want to say that, in the following chapters (this one included) the writing will be... strange? I'm trying different things and a lot will be happening, so I'm using a certain way to portray it. Hope it'll be understandable, but if not, don't hesitate to ask ^^"

Alrighty then, read, review and enjoy

Chapter 3 Tionir (Interrogate)

After Rex was taken and Dooku left, Grievous remained in the cell, along with two of his guards. Fives was close to baring his teeth, a deep frown on his face.

"What are you going to do to him?" he asked lowly through gritted teeth.

The monster regarded him, and for a few seconds, didn't speak. But then, his eyes seemed to grow in amusement as he leaned closer to the ARC Trooper.

"We are going to slowly and painfully break him. And after we're done with him, you'll be next," he shoved Fives back into Jesse again, giving a laugh. "And I'll make sure to break you personally," he threatened with glee, laughing again as he turned around and finally left.

"Damn four-armed-yellow-eyed-scrap-of-metal…" Fives grumbled under his breath, getting to his feet again and glaring at the door.

"Yeah, that sounds really insulting," Jesse rolled his eyes, sitting down next to Kix. He ignored the glare Fives sent him.

"We can't just sit here and-!" the ARC was stopped by his brother.

"We can't do anything either!" Kix frowned, eyes burning. "The best we can do here, is try and figure out what is going on, why it's going on and how to stop it!" they could easily hear the exhaustion and worry in his voice. He always got like that, when he couldn't help a brother who was in need.

"…" Fives calmed down, sighed and plopped down in front of the others.

"We're all worried about him," Cinder spoke up, looking at them. The older three looked at him and then each other.

"You… don't really think they'll… break him, do you?" Svak asked, glancing from his brothers to the ground.

"Rex? Nah. He's too good for this," Fives tossed in so causally, he almost believed it himself. What really bothered him, was Dooku. He knew they could probably handle General Cougher, but with a Sith here… It changes things. No one was even considering being saved by anyone else, so they had to find a way to get back on their own. Easier said than done.

"Everything is ready, Count Dooku," Grievous said as he walked up to the Sith, who was watching as the clone was being strapped to a table lifted upwards.

"Excellent. We shall proceed as planned," the man gave a firm nod, before his eyes flickered to his companion. "Is something the matter General?"

"…I feel there are too few guards on this ship. What if the Jedi attack?" Grievous spoke, before the human started laughing.

"My dear General," Dooku couldn't stop smirking as he turned to the cyborg. "This ship in Separatist space, far away from any Republic outpost. And not even Skywalker is mad enough to try and free fives clones. The risks are too great," he assured, giving a confidant grin as he turned back to their prisoner. "You have nothing to fear."

"The Jedi can be unpredictable at times…" Grievous grumbled lowly, looking away. The sidelong look he received made him turn around and leave the room without more words.

"Now then, let us see just how strong a clone's will is, shall we?" the Sith said to himself and turned to the droid working the controls. "Be ready for when our guest reaches his limit," before he walked through a door, leading to the chamber where the prisoner was kept.

Rex tried to move out of his restraints, but he hardly had any room. There were metal clamps across his chest, over his wrists, down his thigs and by his ankles. Seems like they really didn't want him moving at all. But the thing that made him slightly anxious, were the metal arms and extensions above him, with all sorts of tools and needles. Well, at least his brothers weren't here…

That's when he heard a door hiss open, and snapped his eyes in that direction. He was surprised to see Count Dooku, but made sure he didn't show it. Yet when the man came closer and chuckled, he cursed himself for that. A Sith is like a dark version of a Jedi. Of course, they could read his feeling too.

"I do hope you are comfortable, Captain," the man stopped right in front of him, his eyes gleaming with mockery.

"Why don't you let me out of here so I can thank you properly," Rex narrowed his eyes, a frown forming on his face. But all that did, was make the Sith laugh.

"I see you truly are one of Skywalker's. But that will make this only more satisfying," Dooku raised his hand and leveled it with Rex's face, before closing his eyes.

The Captain felt something press against him, and quickly forced his eyes close, recalling the mental training he underwent. He was only a bit too slow, and knew the man had seen something, if only just for a moment.

"How interesting…" the Count said lowly, opening his eyes but his hand remained where it was. "I have much to explore in that mind of yours," the smirk sent the soldier's skin crawling. Just what did the man see?

"If you're after information, you'll be disappointed," he had to say something back. He hasn't felt this weak and venerable since… a long time ago…

"My dear Captain," the way he said it made the clone want to shiver. "What I want from you is something entirely different," Rex couldn't help it as he blinked in surprise.

"I don't blame you for thinking that is what this is about. However, it is far from the truth of why we brought you here," the sadistic smirk that follow made his is blood run cold. "Worry not. You shall see soon enough," and with that, the Count pressed his Force again, trying to dig into the Captain's head. The soldier resisted, but it was much stronger than he thought. He knew he couldn't keep this us for long…

Things on the Resolute were… strange. Everyone seemed to be keeping to themselves, the usual electric and hyper atmosphere was weak and there wasn't as much banter as usual. Everyone knew what had happened, but it was as if no one wanted to admit it. They would, at times, call out for Rex to settle a stupid argument or ask where they were going. Medics would complain to Kix about brothers being restless and not following orders. Rookies would seek out Jesse and Fives to ask for stories or ideas on how to train. Some would ask where Svak and Cinder were and that they should stop being idiots and join their brothers. And each time, everyone was hit with the realization that none of those brothers were here. They weren't on the ship. They were away, in enemy hands, being held captive, dead or worse. No one was sure what worse was, but they knew it was there. The men also saw how the Commander seemed to avoid them, looking at the ground as she passed. And the General looked too ashamed to even speak to them. They all missed them, all wanted them back. But they wouldn't get their hopes up. They couldn't. So they stayed apart, clones pretending everything was normal, Padawan keeping in her room and General working to hunt down the location. And then came their lucky break…

"General! We've got an incoming transmission from Commander Cody," Anakin snapped his head at the soldier, giving a firm nod.

"Put him through," he walked up to the holo-table, where moments later, Cody appeared and gave a quick salute. "Commander," the Jedi greeted back. "What can I do for you?" he didn't know the 212th leader was here, but he couldn't let anyone know what he was doing.

"Actually, it's more what we can do for you, sir," Cody gave a small smile as he saw the General's eyes widen. "We managed to track down Grievous' last known location. It shows that, from there, he made a hyperspace jump into another System… in Separatist Space," his voice dropped only a bit at the last bit. "We believe that's were your men are being held," Anakin could feel Cody's control of emotions. How he was worried about his brothers, but managed to remain as professional as ever.

"And why would you think I'd need this information?" Skywalker was already checking nearby locations, never taking his eyes off the clone.

"General Kenobi assigned me, Boil and Jewels to assist you. He knew you'd go after them," the Commander spoke simply, a ghost of a smile on his lips. A second later, his expression changed into a serious one as he said: "Please, let us help."

"I'll have the hanger door open so you can land," Anakin spoke, seeing the slightly surprised yet grateful look on the soldier's face. "Welcome aboard, Commander."

Rex had his eyes shut tight, jaw locked and fists clenched. The Sith was still standing there, digging into his head, looking for something. But all he did, was follow a mantra: Captain, Rex, 501st, CT-7567. Over and over again, he managed to hold on with only a few things slipping. A few names of brothers, a comment here and there. That's all the Count got out of him. At least, until…

"I'll give you this Captain, you have a spark of tenacity," and in a moment, his mental shield dropped as that wasn't the Count's voice he heard, but Krell's. His mind snapped back to Umbara and Dooku reacted in a heartbeat. In seconds, he recalled so much of what happened. He never even realized he screamed.

The arrival of a new Jedi. The bad feeling. Skywalker leaving and the feeling growing. The first words exchanged. "Your flattery is dully noted, but it will not be rewarded." More memories of Krell's hostility, his anger, his hate. His words echoed all around him at different sides with different strength. Another scream ripped out of his throat.

"It's treason then." His orders to take the General down. His fault so many died. His fault he didn't see it sooner. Hardcase, Oz, Coric, Smit, Fallout, Warden, Backlash- He tried to block it out but the Sith kept on drilling.

"Why?" "Because I can!" He should have pulled the trigger. Krell deserved it. But he couldn't. Weak. He was too weak. Dogma. Dogma pulled it. Saved him, but got himself imprisoned. Another brother gone because of him.

Dooku pulled back, eyes only slightly wider than they were before, while the Captain had trouble breathing. He took in deep breathes, trying to calm himself, leaning hard on his restraints. His vison was clouded, images of Umbara still dancing before his eyes. The shouts, the shots, the screams were still echoing around him.

"A survivor of Umbara then…" the Count's words cleared away some of the fog and he forced himself to look the bastard in the eyes. "We shall continue this shortly."

Jesse watched as Fives paced in the cell, eyes going to every corner, every little spot, trying to find a way out. He himself was sitting in the corner; head leaned against the cool metal and tried to keep calm.

"Can you please stop," Kix spoke up from where he was kneeling next to Cinder and Svak.

"…Sorry," Fives muttered and stopped in the middle of the room, shoulders falling.

"Any progress with the collars?" Jesse asked, trying to keep a conversation going. The silence was annoying him more than he'd ever like to admit.

"No. If we try to remove it, it'll either detonate or fry the person wearing it. And if that weren't enough, the electro static charge could set off everyone else's collars as well," the medic sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"So we really can only wait here…" Svak hung his head, gently rubbing the collar.

"I just wish we'd know what was going on," Jesse got to his feet. He can't take it anymore!

"It's been a few hours and we still haven't heard anything from Rex or-!" before he could actually finish that sentence, a speaker in the top corner of the cell rumbled to life. And not a moment later, a bone-chilling scream tore through the cell.

"REX!" the soldiers yelled, eyes turning to the speaker. They couldn't really understand what was even being said, but a few words kept on repeating: Stop. Don't. Demagolka. Vode. And then a final scream before it all turned to static again.

The clones looked in horror and fear, the sudden silence almost crushing them. No one moved and no one looked away. They couldn't.

"What are they doing to him?" Cinder broke the silence, because no one else thought they could. Not after that.

"I know Rex and I know he wouldn't break that easily. No this soon. Not to these bastards!" Fives hissed, eyes burning as he glared at the door.

"But that was him. No mistake…" Kix breathed out, looking at the ground, lost.

"…Demagolka… Why would he be cursing Krell?" Jesse blinked a few times, trying to understand what was going.

"Does it matter?!" Fives snapped to him, clearly on edge. "They let us listen to that so they'd break us as well! We can't let that happen!"

"We won't Fives," Kix stood up and set a hand on his shoulder. "We'll all get out of this. We'll make it back to the Resolute."

Cut! Yey, things are finally getting fun! =D That "demagolka" thing for Krell is actually a thing I did in my story "Aftermath" and I recommend you check it out (it's not necessary for this story though) A lot more happens next time, so I hope you all stay for that =P Oh, if anyone's curios, I have a Tumblr (Shadow-is-upon-us and from there to my Star Wars blog - Brothers All) so if you have any questions or just wanna talk or anything, feel free to hit me up there Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and maybe could consider reviewing? It's super easy and super cool and you'd be really awesome for doing it! Till next time~