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This Image of You	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2818 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***Warnings: Yaoi, language, hunting, some violence, flashbacks

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. This fic is for pure enjoyment and I am making no money off of it.

Part 2 Chapter 2: Memories

"We did NOT just do what I think we did…did we?" Alfred said from the bed, gazing up at the ceiling.

"Yes…we did." Ivan replied, lying on his back in the same position as Alfred. "You came on to me." Alfred turned to him.

"You made the first move!"

"I shoved you!" He turned to glare at him. "I was trying not to hurt you! You know how hard it was to hold back when you called me an oversized, big nosed garden gnome AND a hairy Yeti?" Alfred smirked. "Hmph. It doesn't matter." Ivan sat up. "It shut you up anyway."

"I didn't hear you complaining."

"I just closed my eyes and pretended you were someone else."

"Fuck you!" Ivan ignored Alfred's insult and reached over the bedside table to light up a cigarette.

"You like being dominated and I just proved that." Alfred threw the covers off of his naked body and searched for his boxers.

"Maybe I was just testing you out, did you ever think of that? The way Gilbert goes on and on about your sex life you'd think you were a god. But you're not. You're just average." Ivan blew out some smoke before he laughed in a mocking tone.

"Keep thinking that. But this was simply an accident that won't happen again. I gave in to my body's demands because yours was all over mine." Alfred smirked and slipped his white t-shirt over his head.

"That's because you're attracted to me. Just admit it." Ivan looked at him flatly with the cigarette loosely dangling from his lips.

"You're attractive, yes, but no where near as attractive as Gilbert. You couldn't hold a torch to him." Alfred glanced over his shoulder at Ivan on the bed. "You're a decent fuck but you're not what I would want for something long term. Anyone who jumps into the bed of their best friend's lover isn't very trustworthy."

"WHAT ABOUT YOU!" Alfred turned and shouted at him in shock. "YOU'RE HIS BOYFRIEND AND YOU JUST SLEPT WITH ME! HOW ARE YOU IN THE INNOCENT ONE HERE?"

"I never said I was the innocent one. I just made a mistake. Gilbert and I are still new to our relationship and this is just a little bump I hit. But I won't hit the same bump again, or any 'bump' for that matter. Now that I know how you REALLY operate, I would do well to keep away from you. I feel dirty already." Alfred's mouth dropped open in pure shock, clearly insulted.

"I am FAR from dirty! I don't sleep around with every fucking person I met, you know!"

"I didn't say that."

"You IMPLIED it!"

"Stop getting hysterical. Dress and leave. Wham, bam, thank you, ma'me." He blew smoke in Alfred's direction.

"You're just a douchebag! FUCK YOU, IVAN!"

Ivan watched as Alfred threw on the rest of his clothes and stormed out of the apartment. Ivan put the cigarette out with crushing force and growled. That was a stupid, stupid move on his part. Before he could even think more, he quickly made the bed before wrapping the condom in toilet paper to put in the trash. He buried it as far as it could go and tied the bag up, ready for dumping. Next he jumped in the shower and pressed his forehead onto the tile, letting the water cascade over him.

He acted like a jerk in front of Alfred to save his own pride. He would not show any shame or remorse for what he did in front of the man. Now what was he to do? It would be stupid to tell Gilbert what happened but would Alfred keep silent? If he truly valued Gilbert's friendship then he would take what happened tonight to the grave with him. Ivan would. But what if he found out? What if one of the neighbors noticed? He would deny it, of course. And Alfred most likely would too. Despite his feelings for the brat, Alfred was a noble and loyal friend to those he cared about. He wouldn't risk Gilbert's friendship and with any luck, they could sweep this under the rug and never speak of it again.

Feeling better after his self-discussion and shower, Ivan decided that he would 'surprise' Gilbert with a special little evening. He would lie and say that he sent Alfred away so they could spend the night together. Or maybe he should rethink that. Gilbert might send a thank you text to Alfred and blow everything out of the water. Maybe he would just stick to the old, 'he had somewhere to go' excuse. Alfred would natural answer Gilbert, if asked, with a 'yeah, sorry'. All was good.

He ordered some Chinese food from the place down the street to have it delivered. It wasn't a four star dinner but it was in their, or rather his, price range at the moment. While waiting for the food, he put on some dinner music and took out two beers. He was out of vodka for himself so a beer would have to do. He looked at the clock on the wall and knew Gilbert would be coming home soon. Just to be safe, he went back to the bedroom and checked around for anything Alfred may have dropped. With a sigh of relief at seeing nothing, he went to the living room and sat on the loveseat. Listening to the music, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back.

'Why? Why did I let myself sleep with Alfred? I enjoyed it, yes, but it was hard NOT to enjoy the physical act on its own. It meant nothing at all, just me proving a point and breaking Alfred's little spirit.'

Ivan started to wonder if Alfred let this happen because he actually felt something for him. Ivan was never a chick magnet in school nor did he consider his looks to be Hollywood material. He was fairly decent. Maybe it was that whole 'opposites attract' thing with Alfred, which is why he let Ivan sleep with him. If that were truly the case then he probably hurt Alfred on a more emotional level than previously indicated. Did he feel bad? A little bit but not enough for him to feel any guilt or remorse towards Alfred. To Gilbert, yes, he felt guilty and ashamed of what he had done. Hopefully this special little night will get his mind off it and woo Gilbert into his arms. That way, he could look into those beautiful pink eyes and melt at the sight.

"YOO-HOO! SIR AWESOME IS HERE!" 'How romantic.' Ivan said to himself at Gilbert's arrival. "Did you miss me?" He grinned at Ivan.

"I always miss you when you're busy at school. How was practice?" Ivan couldn't help but stare at Gilbert in his soccer uniform.

"It was great! Got a nice workout too!" Gilbert noticed the music and he looked at Ivan when he dropped his bag. "Dinner with Dean?" Ivan smiled.

"Something like that. I thought, since you've been so hard at work that I would treat you to a little dinner. Chinese. It's on the way." Gilbert whistled.

"Big spender." The comment made Ivan pout and the other laughed. "I'm just kidding. I'm truly touched by your gesture. But Dean Martin and Chinese food?" Ivan handed him a beer. "And a beer? Well, that's a massively strange combination." Gilbert popped the top off of the beer and gave a heavy chug.

"Would you like to dance?" Ivan asked him sheepishly. Gilbert gave him an amused look.

"Dance?"

"Yes. You know, slow dance. Cheek to cheek?" Ivan poked at both his chubby cheeks.

"Just because we're fags doesn't mean we have to act like them." Gilbert chuckled and finished off his beer, going for another.

"That was rather derogatory."

"I'm kidding. But you know slow dancing isn't my thing. And shouldn't Alfred be here soon?"

"Something came up so he had to leave. You know how he is." Gilbert just nodded. "But come on, just this once, please? Wait!" Ivan went over to the CD player and changed the track number to 'Sway'. "There! Now you have to dance with me!"

"Ivan…"

"May I have this dance?" He put on a faux suave voice.

"Oh well…with THAT accent, how can any man say 'no'?"

Ivan wrapped his arm around Gilbert's waist and let the other take his hand.

"This is so gay…"

"It's sweet." Ivan said with a little smile and started swaying him from side to side.

"This is ridiculous and I feel uncomfortable!" Gilbert huffed.

"Stop talking and just enjoy. Feel the music."

Gilbert mumbled but continued on with the dance silently, slowly becoming more relaxed. Ivan could feel the other's muscles softening in his arms. He was going to say something but figured it best to leave well enough alone. This was as romantic as Gilbert was ever going to get with him. There was a knock on the door and Gilbert quickly backed out of Ivan's arms.

"Good! Food's here!" He rushed to shut off the music and put on a more hip song while Ivan answered the door.

"You don't need to look 'cool' in front of the Chinese delivery guy, Gilbie." Ivan said with a humorous look after he closed the door.

"I look cool all the time no matter what! I define the word 'cool'!"

They sat on the couch with their takeout and talked about the day. Gilbert was rambling on about this and that, mentioning Alfred once or twice. Each time he heard the man's name his body twitched a bit, thinking back to the last couple of hours when they were tangled in bed together. He fell completely silent while Gilbert babbled, hardly listening to him. The guilt was coming back and if he didn't change his attitude soon Gilbert would ask what was wrong.

"Hey! Are you even listening to me?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, of course I am."

"Then what did I just say?" Ivan stared at him with a happy, dumbfounded look. "Hmph. I thought so."

"Ahh…I just had a rough day. You know, breaking kneecaps and threatening people can be very strenuous on the body."

"It can be. But maybe someone needs to relax a little bit more." Gilbert reached his chopsticks out and pinched Ivan's nipple with them through the shirt. Ivan let out a tiny yelp of pain and surprise.

"That was mean!"

"Pfft! How could I miss them? They're rock hard right now…which means you're planning to do more than just dance with me."

'Oh boy.' Ivan popped a full egg roll in his mouth.

"IVAN BRAGINSKI? ARE YOU BEING SHY?" Gilbert couldn't help but laugh loudly. Ivan knew how to cover this.

"Well…you are in your soccer uniform and you know how happy that makes me…"

"Oh, I do."

Gilbert took the food container out of Ivan's hands and placed it on the coffee table with his own. Ivan watched the other move to straddle his waist. The shorts pulled tight against Gilbert's groin and in a second Ivan was hard. Gilbert pressed himself closer so their groins were touching and Ivan closed his eyes to moan deeply.

"Someone's needy." Gilbert chuckled and nipped his ear.

Ivan thought about Alfred again. 'Damn it…' He could feel himself start to go limp but he couldn't let Gilbert know. Quickly, he picked them both up from the couch and wrapped the other's legs around him. Gilbert yelped and hooked his arms around Ivan's neck. Ivan's passion came back when he crushed his lips to Gilbert's, carrying him into their room. He tossed his lover on the bed, tore off the cleats and shorts then joined him. Once Ivan was fully naked he covered Gilbert's body with his own, wanting the other to keep the uniform top on.

Gilbert never complained about the rough treatment during sex, which Ivan was doing just that. He had to focus his mind on something else other than his guilt. Just a few hours ago he had Alfred in this same position in this same spot on the bed. Thinking quickly, he flipped Gilbert over and lifted him by the hips. He didn't have Alfred in this position so the image shouldn't bother him. The moment he entered the other he started thrusting, listening to the pleasured sounds of Gilbert's cries. Gilbert's pale fists were gripping the sheets tightly when Ivan noticed something under the pillows.

Alfred's sweatband from basketball practice was stuffed under one of the pillows. Ivan remembered pushing it off at the time he had Alfred's hair balled tightly in his fist. Luckily, Gilbert's head was pressed to the mattress facing away from the sweatband. He had to grab it and hide it fast! He would shove it between the bed and the wall for the moment. To mask his plan, Ivan leaned his upper body onto Gilbert's back to push him down further. He grabbed the sweatband in his hand and tried to focus on both thrusting and hiding.

"Harder! Ivan!" Ivan gave a grunt and shoved the headband quickly between the bed and wall. Safe! "Fuck me harder!"

The dirty commands help him to refocus on the task at hand, which was pounding the senses and breath out of Gilbert. He feared he may have started to get rough but that is what he needed to keep his cover. And Gilbert wasn't complaining. Ivan had Gilbert in many positions that night from sideways to lap, pounding in and out of him. Gilbert's voice had grown hoarse with the strain of crying out so much that they turned into breathless huffs. It was getting harder to hold Gilbert's weight in his lap and still thrust up. His muscles were sore from earlier. Against his better judgment, he pushed him onto his back and continued his thrusts. He just had Alfred's legs and arms wrapped around him like this a short time ago and the guilt was driving him mad. But this wasn't Alfred beneath him. It was HIS Gilbert. His beautiful Gilbert with alabaster skin, silver hair, and pink eyes. Gritting his teeth and thrusting hard a few more times he came inside, arching his back to push deeper. Gilbert's cry of release came a second after, splattering onto his soccer jersey.

"W-wow…you were wild tonight." Gilbert panted out and looked at him but Ivan couldn't meet his gaze. He feared his eyes would reveal too much. He pretended to be out of breath from the sex, and in a way he was. "You okay?" Ivan nodded. "You know, you really should work out more. I can bring over some of Ludwig's extra weights and Feli's workout video."

"I don't need that…bad egg roll." He lied but Gilbert believed him.

"Need the potty?" That was a good escape!

"Yeah…" Ivan got up and held his stomach. "You'd best change. If you go home in that jersey with your spunk all over it Ludwig will strap on the chastity belt."

"Oh, that's the least of my worries right now." Gilbert hissed a bit. "I doubt I can even walk straight. He'll know."

"I'm sorry."

"Nah, don't worry about it!" He writhed on the bed. "I loved every minute of it!" Ivan gave him a little smile.

"I'll be right back."

Ivan rushed to the bathroom and locked the door. The only spot wide enough for him to sit was the shower and he wanted to curl up for a bit. He pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his nose between them. What if Gilbert found out? What if one night when he and Alfred were drinking the man would let it slip to Gilbert? And how would Gilbert react? Would he scream and yell and turn violent on either Ivan or Alfred? Would he be totally heartbroken but forgive his lover and loose some trust? Or would he…the worst thing he could do…would he leave him? If Gilbert left him Ivan wouldn't know what he would do with himself. He'd beg to have him back but wouldn't blame Gilbert either if the man refused to return to him. He didn't want Gilbert to leave him.

"But you did leave me." Ivan whispered out loud from his daydream.

"What did you say?" Gilbert asked.

"It's nothing. Just lost in thought." Ivan watched the trees passing by from the sleigh. "How close are we to the first town?" He sat up straight and took the map out of the satchel.

"Fairly close but that's not where we're heading first." Ivan looked confused. "We're following THAT!" Gilbert and pointed up to the sky, showing Ivan where the white hawk was soaring. "I've got this one. You can't shoot an arrow to kill a bird like that."

"It's heading to the woods over there!"

"Duh. Its nest is in a tree!" Ivan gave him a sarcastic sneer as Gilbert turned the sleigh towards the trees. He brought it to a stop and jumped out, grabbing his bow and quiver. "Stay here with the sleigh. I shouldn't be long."

"Happy hunting." Ivan waved with his fingers and watched as Gilbert dashed into the woods. Ivan was a little worried about Gilbert but knew the man could take good care of himself. Now was his chance to wallow in self-pity and guilt some more.

Hunting birds was no easy task but Gilbert never lost sight of the hawk as it flew through the trees. The hawk was much larger than an average one so it flew much slower, but only for casual flight. While hunting prey it was twice as swift as a regular hawk. Gilbert froze when the hawk landed on a branch, soothing its feathers. Slowly, Gilbert pulled the arrow from his quiver and readied his bow. He aimed carefully, keeping his arm perfectly still before he let loose the arrow. The arrow hit its target with accuracy, its screech echoing in the woods as it pummeled from the trees.

"FUCK YEAH!" Gilbert held his bow up in victory and rushed over to his kill, hoping over branches and roots. "I'm going to take those feathers and make an AWESOME plume for my horse!" he smirked. "Or maybe I'll wear it!" He came into the area where the hawk had fallen but froze at the sight of a large gray feline standing over the hawk. "Or I'll be wearing my insides on the outside." The large cat lowered its ears and roared at him, barring all of its massive teeth.

He had never seen this type of animal before but it wasn't someone's house cat. If he was unarmed the animal could easily overpower him and rip him to shreds. He watched the claws extending in and out of its paws, ready to fight for the meat. Gilbert stuck his tongue out at the cat and taunted it obnoxiously with random sounds of his mouth.

"I got an arrow and some range between us, kitty cat!" He aimed his arrow. "I bet I'll look hot with that tail of yours on my belt!"

Before he could shoot something massive jumped onto him, knocking him to the snow. It was another large cat and it roared loudly as it attacked. Gilbert felt a ripping pain in his arm but had to ignore it so he could block the jaws aiming for his face. His armbands were strong enough to withhold most of the impact, giving him time to act. He pulled one of the daggers from his belt and stabbed it into the underbelly of the animal. It wailed wildly and jumped back, staggering from the wound. Gilbert quickly turned his attention to the other that had the hawk in its mouth. It took off in a run, leaving its partner behind. Ignoring his arm, Gilbert jumped up and readied his next arrow. He took aim and let loose, hitting the cat in its haunches. It was enough to slow it down and Gilbert ran after it. The more it ran with the arrow in its leg the quicker it grew tired and slowed its movements. Gilbert aimed another arrow when he was close enough to finish it off. The animal wailed and collapsed the snow, dropping the hawk. Gilbert walked over to the corpse and picked up the hawk.

"Good rumble there, kitty. But I still kicked your kitty carcass." Gilbert pulled out the remaining arrows from the cat and the hawk to return to his quiver. "AH! Shit!" He gripped his bleeding arm with his free hand. "Just below the goddamn chainmail sleeve! What rotten luck!" He hissed through his teeth. Now that the danger was over he had to focus on the pain. "I've got to get back and fast."

Back at the sleigh, Ivan hung lazily over the side, chewing at the stringy piece of dried meat. The horses had taken to lying down in the snow and a nap for himself was sounding pretty good right about now. The boredom was starting to get to him, replacing the guilt. The further they went on this journey the more he started to think back to specific memories of his time with Gilbert. From movie nights, to the beach, to clubs and carnivals there was never a dull moment between them. On the flipside, he was making new memories with this Gilbert that were proving to be heartwarming. Ivan still felt lucky that he had been given a second chance with his love, even if it didn't logically make sense.

"Oh Gilbert…my little snow bunny."

"IVAN!" Ivan squeaked at the sound of his name and he looked towards the source.

"Gilbert! You got the hawk!" Ivan smiled but his features turned worried when he saw the blooded wound. "What happened to you?"

"I was attacked by large pray animals. I have to have it bound up. The cuts aren't deep enough to require stitches."

"Let me help you."

Ivan helped sit him in the sleigh and retrieved the medical satchel. He opened it and read each bottle or pouch carefully. While he did that, Gilbert removed his armor and armband so he could expose his arm. He kept his shirt on the rest of the way to protect himself from the cold. Ivan unfolded one of the cloths and gently pressed it to Gilbert's wound. Gilbert thanked him and smiled softly, holding it to his skin. Ivan opened the appropriate bottle of medical suave and used another cloth to rub it into Gilbert's wounds.

"Oh…that feels nice." Gilbert said with a sigh. "So good. Cooling."

"We can get you even better help at the town. I'm sure they have a doctor and we can preserve more of our supplies."

"I'll be fine. Just wrap it and then we'll be on our way. You're going to have to drive the sleigh the rest of the way until we reach the town." Ivan took his time binding the wound and tied it in the middle.

"How does that feel?"

"Much better." Gilbert put his arm back in his sleeve and cuddled into his furs. "Ready to go." Ivan took his new spot in the drivers seat and took the reigns. He paused for a moment and looked at the horses, which were still lying down.

"Um…giddy up?" He shook the reigns but the horses did not move.

"Seriously?" Gilbert chuckled. "YEEYA!" He shouted and the horses scrambled to stand. "That's how you do it. Now you say the word."

"YEEHAWWW!" He snapped the reigns and the horses took off.

"Those aren't quite the words…but alright."

Before nightfall they had arrived in the town of Westshire. They had to leave the sleigh and pack up all their things onto the horses. In order to get through the rocky surface coming up on their journey they would have to trade the horses for money, supplies, and a pack mule. Despite his arm, Gilbert managed to sell their sleigh to a wondering farmer who paid them in ten gold coins. Gilbert said it was for a solid night of drinking, which Ivan would not protest to. They had to ask directions for the nearest tavern that had rooms to rent. A room meant sex and sex mixed with booze equaled double the fun. Both men were waiting eagerly for it.

Finding the inn, they paid the stable hand to care for the horses and paid another to carry all of their things to their room. Gilbert ordered them a round of ale to be sent up but sadly they did not have any 'medicine' vodka. Gilbert flopped himself on the bed and snapped his fingers at Ivan.

"Get the fire started for us."

"Must you order me around like that?" Ivan pouted.

"Um, let's see here. Let's recap the day." He said sarcastically. "I hunted and killed our first magical thingy. I survived two vicious cat attacks and was wounded in the process. I think you can light the fire." Ivan just sighed and did as he was told. The ale was brought up to them and Ivan paid the servant.

"Okay! Now we drink until we can't see one another!"

"Ah, it's hard for me to get drunk on ales." Ivan said sweetly.

"Then you can watch ME get drunk!"

"Will you strip?" Ivan's eyes twinkled.

"Perhaps. Guess we'll just have to wait and see."

Much to Ivan's disappointment, Gilbert had blacked out from all the ale and exhaustion from the day so there was to be no sex tonight. Ivan just sat at the little window and stared out at the moon, sipping the ale slowly. Gilbert's drunk snoring was the same in both worlds but he was able to block it out. He turned his eyes from the moon to the street, seeing it dark and empty. The moon was the only light he had right now aside from the dying fire in the room. He looked at Gilbert on the bed for a moment before turning to the window again.

"Gilbert?" Ivan's eyes widened at the street below him, seeing the ghostly form of his old Gilbert. The ghost held his arms up to Ivan. "I'm coming!" Without thinking, Ivan grabbed his cloak and left the room, flying down the stairs and out the door. Gilbert's ghost was still there and it smiled at him. "Gilbert…" Ivan felt tears sting his eyes as he walked up to him, slowly, fearing he would fade away.

'Ivan…' Gilbert said his name like he had so many times before. Ivan reached his hand out and to his utter amazement; he was able to touch him! He gripped Gilbert's hand, feeling that it was ice cold.

"I can touch you…" Gilbert's ghost nodded and started to pull him along the street.

'Come with me…I've missed you so much.'

"I've missed you too! Where are we going?"

'Away from here.' The ghost chuckled and pulled him along the street and into the mouth of the woods. Ivan just followed blindly, staring at Gilbert's bloodied wound.

"Are you not in pain anymore?" Ivan asked him.

'No…I'm no longer in pain. Someone is helping me.' Ivan stopped in his walking and the ghost stopped as well, looking back at him.

"Who?"

'I don't know who it is…it's just someone.' Gilbert's ghost continued to pull him further into the woods and still did not tell him where they were going. Ivan had to stop once again and tugged at Gilbert's arm.

"Love, where are we going? Why can I touch you like this now? What is going on?" His senses seemed to have been coming back to him.

'Just hold me…'

Gilbert forced himself into Ivan's arms and he eagerly accepted. Ivan wrapped his arms around the cold body, stroking his hair and back. For being a ghost, his body right now was still solid, he could feel breath on his ear, and he even SMELLED like Gilbert. If it weren't for the fact that his whole body was silently transparent, Ivan would think he was alive and with him right now.

'I'm so lonely, Ivan…lonely and cold…I miss you so much.'

"Don't worry. I'm on a mission to find a way to save you. You just have to hold on a bit longer. You have to be my strong and undefeatable Gilbert."

'I don't have that kind of strength anymore…not in this form. I just want you with me. I want you to come with me…so we can be together forever.'

"But we will be after I complete what I have to. I promise you, Gilbie, that I will save you." Ivan smiled softly at him but Gilbert did not return the smile.

'You promised me that before and I ended up like this.' Ivan gasped softly and took a step back.

"I did save you! I know I did!"

'But I still lost my life and yet you live on…cheating death…' Ivan narrowed his eyes.

"You're not my Gilbert! What are you?"

There was a sudden gust of wind before him that ended as quickly as it had come. Ivan looked at Gilbert standing before him and to his horror, the form his lover was split in two from the waist. Ivan's eyes widened as the two halves of Gilbert fell to the ground but turned into dust. Whatever the image was it made Ivan feel sick to his stomach.

'Ivan!' Ivan looked up at the sound of his name once again. It was unmistakably Gilbert's ghostly voice and he looked around rapidly, trying to spot the spirit among the trees. 'Ivan! Run!'

"GILBERT! WHERE ARE YOU?" Ivan shouted into the woods, feeling his nerves and adrenaline taking over his body.

'Ivan…'

Ivan looked ahead of him and gasped when he saw Gilbert's ghost, bleeding wound and all. But something was wrong. Someone was holding him, their armored arm wrapped tightly around his waist. Ivan watched as the form walked into an area where there was moonlight and he got a terrifying glimpse of it. The being was covered from head to foot in black bone armor and it held Gilbert's ghost to its chest. Inside the helmet he could see violet lights, which had to be eyes. The being looked strangely familiar to him but he didn't know why. All he knew was that the creature had his Gilbert in their grasp.

'IVAN! RUN! PLEASE RUN!' Gilbert's ghost cried out to him. A childish chuckle echoed from the creature and it started to float away, able to weave around trees without looking.

Ivan didn't turn back to run. Instead, he ran off ahead to follow the monster or whatever it was holding Gilbert. Gilbert's ghost just cried for him to stop but reached out his arms to him. No matter how fast Ivan ran the creature was always just out of reach. The joyful laughter rang in his ears and he grew more frustrated and angry, feeling that old rage build up inside of him. The worse was seeing the frantic tears on his lover's face, a man who never cried, screaming at him to turn back. The creature was enjoying the chase.

But Ivan couldn't continue running for long. His body was growing tired and it was harder to breathe. The creature and Gilbert were getting ahead of him but he wouldn't lose sight of them. Ivan lost his footing and yelped when his body went tumbling down a snowy ravine, hitting hidden rocks and other things. He landed at the bottom on his stomach, his body wracked with pain. His instincts kicked in and he forced himself up into a sitting position. He tried to stand but cried out at the pain in his ankle. It wasn't broken but he had sprained it badly.

'Hi down there!' Ivan jerked his head up to see the being at the top of the ravine. By the sound of the voice Ivan knew it was a man and he still held Gilbert's ghost in his arms. Gilbert was looking down at him and crying, his hand uselessly reaching for him. 'You really should look where you are going!' The voice mocked him.

"I want my Gilbert. Give him to me." Ivan growled at the man-beast.

'You mean this Gilbert? Aww, but he likes it here with me, don't you little one?' Gilbert did not answer him but just looked away. The man-beast chuckled and held Gilbert's ghost out before him. Ivan watched helplessly as Gilbert's ghost moaned pitifully as it was swallowed by the man-beast. 'He's safely tucked within my belly. He's all mine now. You can be with him if you come with me. I here to reunite you with your love.'

"No…no I don't believe you!"

'Believe what you want for this will not be the last time you see me. It's rare to have so much entertainment such as this. I will gladly visit you again. And again. And again! I know many of your secrets!'

"Gilbert…where is he? Why are you hurting him?"

'Hurting him? Why, I'm helping him, silly boy! You see I take on all his pain for him, leaving him with nothing but pleasurable ecstasy. Believe me, he loves every moment of it. You could be experiencing it too.' Ivan glared at the man-beast with a killer's look. 'How frightening!' He mocked. 'Keep up that killer spirit. I like it! Farwell for now.' The man-beast disappeared from sight and Ivan was left all alone in the dark woods. He stared at the spot where the man-beast was for a while until he slowly looked up at the ravine.

"How am I going to get up there like this?" He was trapped.

Arthur shot up from his bed, startling Alfred awake. Alfred looked at him in confusion but saw the worried look in those green eyes.

"Something is wrong!"

End Part 2 Chapter 2 TBC
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