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Chapter 2
Chapter 2
-Back Then-
Ludwig tugged his coat around him tighter as he stood on the edge of the border with his brother. Gilbert seemed unconcerned with the whole thing but he could see how straight his back was with tension. His brother was strong like that, he never let on when he was scared.
“Gilbert-“ Ludwig started but his brother cut him off with a wave of a hand.
“How come they aren’t here yet?” His lips twisted into a frown on his pale face as he stared out into the distance. The albino couldn’t see far because of the falling snow but he fancied he would be able to see their forms coming along any second.
“I don’t know,” The German was forced to admit. He had told them, told them all today was the day.
“But it’s getting late. Tch, how can they be late!” Gilbert was pacing in the snow, kicking it with his steal toed boot in a fit of childish anger. “I should have gotten him a clock for his birthday. Then maybe they would remember to be on time!”
The blonde couldn’t look at his brother, his eyes flickering to the sky instead. He could hear the insecurity in his voice when he spoke and it made his chest ache. It was too hard to see his older brother like this. The person he had looked up to all of his life, afraid? That was too much for the blonde to bear.
“You told them right? That it was today?” Gilbert was looking at him now and Ludwig had to force himself to look back into a pair of pleading red eyes.
“Of course I told them, I’m not a total flake like you,” He retorted before he could think about it. Luckily it only made the pale man laugh.
“Yeah, yeah I know. That’s what Roderich always says.”
A moment of silence surrounded them at the mention of the Prussian’s self proclaimed ‘best friend’. Gilbert let out a heavy breath, the cloud of mist hanging in the air in front of him for a moment before disappearing.
“They aren’t coming are they,” He said, breaking the silence.
“You don’t know-“
“I do know! They aren’t going to come.” Gilberts nails dug into the tender skin of his palms as he tried to smother the tears that threatened to cloud his eyes. He wouldn’t cry about something so stupid, he wasn’t a frick’n cry baby.
“Gilbert they’re your best friends. They won’t abandon you.”
“They already have. They aren’t here are they?” He stared straight ahead, be damned if he let his brother see his eyes getting misty with stupid emotions. He was stronger than this, cooler than this. No one was like him. The thought sobered him just a little.
“There’s still time-“
“No there isn’t. He is here.” Gilbert stared straight forward at the heavy boned figure trudging towards the brothers in the snow. Alarmed, Ludwig whirled around to see the Russian stopping a few feet from the two, his hands tucked deep in the warm pockets of his coat as he regarded the two.
“Ludwig,” Ivan greeted the younger man first before his eyes flickered hungrily over the form of the pale Prussian. “Gilbert. You are here and ready, da?”
The German felt sick in the pit of his stomach over the way the Russian’s eyes ran over his brother’s form, like he was undressing him with his eyes. How could this be happening to them? Never in a million years had he dreamed of this happening to them. He just thought…naively…that things would never change, he would always have Gilbert. He would always have his loud obnoxious…caring…big brother.
To his credit Gilbert stood tall, allowing the other’s eyes to rove over him without care. He wasn’t afraid to meet the other’s eyes with his own, daring him silently to do something about his insubordinate behavior. His actions made the Russian smile, a slow sick smile. If anything his insolent behavior made Ivan crave him even more. A challenge always made the Russian’s blood boil.
“We need a few minutes,” Ludwig replied to the other. “You know how it will be after this.”
Ivan seemed to think about his request for a moment. Yes, he knew. The other was very likely never to see the albino again after this. Not that he felt sorry for the other, it didn’t matter to him one way or the other. He was not a bleeding heart; he had no need for things like compassion.
“No. I give no minutes. He is mine now, we go.” Ivan replied in impatience.
“But his friends-“
A strange noise busted from the Russian’s lips when he heard the other’s words.
“Friends? His friends? Kolkolkolkol! Ludwig you make me laugh! He has no friends now, his friend is me, da?” Ivan sneered at the other man who stood stiffly in anger at the Russian’s words.
“Ivan…You!” Ludwig fell silent, swallowing the anger he felt at the others words. How could he be so cold! How could he let his brother go with this brute? And yet how could he not? There were no choices now, things were arranged, things were settled and now he had to do what his boss said.
“Enough, we go now. Come, slave.”
“Hey! My name is Gilbert, remember it asshole! No one forgets an awesome name like mine!”
His whole body snapped to the side with the force of the blow from the Russian. One moment he was standing, glaring at the other and the next he was laying on his face in the snow.
Angrily the Prussian forced himself up only to find his head being crushed back into the snow under the heel of the Russian’s boot. It felt like his nose was going to break with the pressure of the leather pushing into his face.
“Gilbert!”
“This is lesson number one Prussian, you are what I say, nothing more, nothing less. Do not ever talk back to me again or I will make you wish you had never opened your disgusting cock sucking mouth, da?”
Gilbert felt himself shaking in rage at the others words. How dare he! How dare he think he could get away with doing this to someone as cool as him! He was Prussia! He was no child to push around!
A roar of rage escaped him as he shoved the other’s foot off of him, rolling to his feet before charging the Russian. He slammed into him determined to shove the other off his feet but it felt like he had just hit a brick wall.
The Russian laughed, his face twisted into a jovial smile like the Prussian’s attack was merely a game. He was barely trying when he shoved the Prussian man off of him, causing him to stumble. A fist to the face, another to the stomach and the Prussian was on his knees in the snow panting. The blood from his split lip dripped into the snow as he glanced up at the smile on the Russian’s face.
“Fuck you,” Gilbert snarled. “Fuck you and your whore of a mother! You thought you could take me without a fight?! Running your fat mouth like you have something to really say! You’re nothing but a fat disgusting son of a-”
The sound of a gun going off roared in his ears and the next thing he knew he was opening his eyes painfully to stare at the snow as it drifted down from the sky. It hurt, he thought dimly. Everything was in pain, it burned…so bad. What…? He tried to turn his head to see but he could only groan in pain.
“Ivan! Are you fucking insane! You shot him! You shot him you crazy fucker! What the hell is wrong with you!”
Ludwig felt like throwing up as he stared at his brother laying on his back in the snow. Blood was blossoming from the wound in his shoulder. How could this have happened! Ivan had shot him!
“Perhaps you like one to match, da?” Ivan asked him coldly, cocking his gun at the German before he could reach his brother’s side. The lopsided grin on the Russian’s face made his blood run cold. “It will be sweet, matching brotherly wounds.”
Ludwig froze at the sound of the click from the Russians gun in the silence of the morning air. Slowly he turned to stare at him with a look of fury.
“How can you do this?” His voice shook slightly, despite how strong he tried to sound.
“Who will stop me, you?” Ivan barked out a laugh at the German. “Look at you, you are nothing now. You are a piece of shit on all of Europe’s shoe.”
“He is bleeding.” Ludwig tried to change the conversation, even though the remark struck hard at his pride. He already knew what the other said was true, but god damn it he didn’t have to say it out loud!
“Yes, it is beautiful, da?” Ivan’s eyes flickered to the others form in the snow, almost tenderly as he stared at the Prussian panting in the blood stained snow. “Nothing could be more attractive.”
“He’ll die like that, you moron.” Ludwig spat between clenched teeth. At this moment he had never hated anyone as much as he hated Ivan. The Russian’s eyes flickered back to the fuming brother, the orbs dancing with a laughter that made the German bristle even more with fury at his actions.
“He could.” Ivan seemed to muse over the idea and for a moment Ludwig felt cold. Would he have to stand here and watch his only brother bleed to death in the snow because of a madman who found the whole situation laughable?
“Please, Ivan,” He could feel it, his pride, shattering into pieces as he begged the Russian. But what would he not do for Gilbert?
“Da da,” The Russian waved a hand. “Fix him. Hurry, it has taken too much time already. I am not a patient man.”
Gilberts eyes were already looking cloudy when the German reached his brothers side. Softly he patted the others cheek with a hand, startling the Prussian into looking at him with an almost blank expression.
“West,” He mumbled softly, his mouth felt dry. Some beer would have been nice. Why was he laying here again? He couldn’t remember.
“Be quiet, idiot. You almost got yourself killed.” Ludwig replied sharply as he pulled off his coat and his pocket knife to shred the material.
“’s what…Roderich always says…” Gilbert let out a hiss of laugher at his own words. “Where is Roderich?”
“…” Ludwig swallowed the uncomfortable feeling when his brother asked for his friend. How could they have done this to him? Didn’t they know? How Gilbert felt about them? They were the only people in the world Ludwig had ever heard his brother talk fondly about.
“Where is Liz…” Gilbert asked, desperately as he reached for his brother’s arm, gripping the skin almost painfully.
“They aren’t here.” It left his mouth with a sour taste. The man his brother called his best friend and the woman…his brother had loved his whole life… Ludwig had never thought a bad thing about the pair until now.
Now all he could think was to damn them to hell. The one time, the one fucking time Gilbert needed them… and where were they? Where the hell were they when his brother needed them!
“Oh,” Gilbert mumbled, his fingers losing their grip on the German’s arm. The simple reply made Ludwig’s heart ache for his brother.
“Enough German, you take too long. I have no more time for this. Get him up. We go.”
Ludwig glared at the Russian towering over them, his gun pointed down at the pair. It was the only reason the German forced himself up, pulling his brother to his feet. Gilbert looked pale, even more pale than usual, like a ghost almost. It chilled Ludwig with fear. How could his brother survive this?
“Gilbert…” He tried to force the words out as the Russian grabbed the man by his good arm, dragging him up and across the snow. It was over, the Russian had him. He was taking his brother.
He had never seen his brother look as heart broken as he did when their eyes met as he was drug away across the frozen tundra. He almost couldn’t speak; the lump in his throat was so large. Never in his life had he cried before, but now he could not stop the tears from streaming down his face.
“Gilbert I’m sorry!”
“I’m sorry too West…”
-Back Then-
Ludwig tugged his coat around him tighter as he stood on the edge of the border with his brother. Gilbert seemed unconcerned with the whole thing but he could see how straight his back was with tension. His brother was strong like that, he never let on when he was scared.
“Gilbert-“ Ludwig started but his brother cut him off with a wave of a hand.
“How come they aren’t here yet?” His lips twisted into a frown on his pale face as he stared out into the distance. The albino couldn’t see far because of the falling snow but he fancied he would be able to see their forms coming along any second.
“I don’t know,” The German was forced to admit. He had told them, told them all today was the day.
“But it’s getting late. Tch, how can they be late!” Gilbert was pacing in the snow, kicking it with his steal toed boot in a fit of childish anger. “I should have gotten him a clock for his birthday. Then maybe they would remember to be on time!”
The blonde couldn’t look at his brother, his eyes flickering to the sky instead. He could hear the insecurity in his voice when he spoke and it made his chest ache. It was too hard to see his older brother like this. The person he had looked up to all of his life, afraid? That was too much for the blonde to bear.
“You told them right? That it was today?” Gilbert was looking at him now and Ludwig had to force himself to look back into a pair of pleading red eyes.
“Of course I told them, I’m not a total flake like you,” He retorted before he could think about it. Luckily it only made the pale man laugh.
“Yeah, yeah I know. That’s what Roderich always says.”
A moment of silence surrounded them at the mention of the Prussian’s self proclaimed ‘best friend’. Gilbert let out a heavy breath, the cloud of mist hanging in the air in front of him for a moment before disappearing.
“They aren’t coming are they,” He said, breaking the silence.
“You don’t know-“
“I do know! They aren’t going to come.” Gilberts nails dug into the tender skin of his palms as he tried to smother the tears that threatened to cloud his eyes. He wouldn’t cry about something so stupid, he wasn’t a frick’n cry baby.
“Gilbert they’re your best friends. They won’t abandon you.”
“They already have. They aren’t here are they?” He stared straight ahead, be damned if he let his brother see his eyes getting misty with stupid emotions. He was stronger than this, cooler than this. No one was like him. The thought sobered him just a little.
“There’s still time-“
“No there isn’t. He is here.” Gilbert stared straight forward at the heavy boned figure trudging towards the brothers in the snow. Alarmed, Ludwig whirled around to see the Russian stopping a few feet from the two, his hands tucked deep in the warm pockets of his coat as he regarded the two.
“Ludwig,” Ivan greeted the younger man first before his eyes flickered hungrily over the form of the pale Prussian. “Gilbert. You are here and ready, da?”
The German felt sick in the pit of his stomach over the way the Russian’s eyes ran over his brother’s form, like he was undressing him with his eyes. How could this be happening to them? Never in a million years had he dreamed of this happening to them. He just thought…naively…that things would never change, he would always have Gilbert. He would always have his loud obnoxious…caring…big brother.
To his credit Gilbert stood tall, allowing the other’s eyes to rove over him without care. He wasn’t afraid to meet the other’s eyes with his own, daring him silently to do something about his insubordinate behavior. His actions made the Russian smile, a slow sick smile. If anything his insolent behavior made Ivan crave him even more. A challenge always made the Russian’s blood boil.
“We need a few minutes,” Ludwig replied to the other. “You know how it will be after this.”
Ivan seemed to think about his request for a moment. Yes, he knew. The other was very likely never to see the albino again after this. Not that he felt sorry for the other, it didn’t matter to him one way or the other. He was not a bleeding heart; he had no need for things like compassion.
“No. I give no minutes. He is mine now, we go.” Ivan replied in impatience.
“But his friends-“
A strange noise busted from the Russian’s lips when he heard the other’s words.
“Friends? His friends? Kolkolkolkol! Ludwig you make me laugh! He has no friends now, his friend is me, da?” Ivan sneered at the other man who stood stiffly in anger at the Russian’s words.
“Ivan…You!” Ludwig fell silent, swallowing the anger he felt at the others words. How could he be so cold! How could he let his brother go with this brute? And yet how could he not? There were no choices now, things were arranged, things were settled and now he had to do what his boss said.
“Enough, we go now. Come, slave.”
“Hey! My name is Gilbert, remember it asshole! No one forgets an awesome name like mine!”
His whole body snapped to the side with the force of the blow from the Russian. One moment he was standing, glaring at the other and the next he was laying on his face in the snow.
Angrily the Prussian forced himself up only to find his head being crushed back into the snow under the heel of the Russian’s boot. It felt like his nose was going to break with the pressure of the leather pushing into his face.
“Gilbert!”
“This is lesson number one Prussian, you are what I say, nothing more, nothing less. Do not ever talk back to me again or I will make you wish you had never opened your disgusting cock sucking mouth, da?”
Gilbert felt himself shaking in rage at the others words. How dare he! How dare he think he could get away with doing this to someone as cool as him! He was Prussia! He was no child to push around!
A roar of rage escaped him as he shoved the other’s foot off of him, rolling to his feet before charging the Russian. He slammed into him determined to shove the other off his feet but it felt like he had just hit a brick wall.
The Russian laughed, his face twisted into a jovial smile like the Prussian’s attack was merely a game. He was barely trying when he shoved the Prussian man off of him, causing him to stumble. A fist to the face, another to the stomach and the Prussian was on his knees in the snow panting. The blood from his split lip dripped into the snow as he glanced up at the smile on the Russian’s face.
“Fuck you,” Gilbert snarled. “Fuck you and your whore of a mother! You thought you could take me without a fight?! Running your fat mouth like you have something to really say! You’re nothing but a fat disgusting son of a-”
The sound of a gun going off roared in his ears and the next thing he knew he was opening his eyes painfully to stare at the snow as it drifted down from the sky. It hurt, he thought dimly. Everything was in pain, it burned…so bad. What…? He tried to turn his head to see but he could only groan in pain.
“Ivan! Are you fucking insane! You shot him! You shot him you crazy fucker! What the hell is wrong with you!”
Ludwig felt like throwing up as he stared at his brother laying on his back in the snow. Blood was blossoming from the wound in his shoulder. How could this have happened! Ivan had shot him!
“Perhaps you like one to match, da?” Ivan asked him coldly, cocking his gun at the German before he could reach his brother’s side. The lopsided grin on the Russian’s face made his blood run cold. “It will be sweet, matching brotherly wounds.”
Ludwig froze at the sound of the click from the Russians gun in the silence of the morning air. Slowly he turned to stare at him with a look of fury.
“How can you do this?” His voice shook slightly, despite how strong he tried to sound.
“Who will stop me, you?” Ivan barked out a laugh at the German. “Look at you, you are nothing now. You are a piece of shit on all of Europe’s shoe.”
“He is bleeding.” Ludwig tried to change the conversation, even though the remark struck hard at his pride. He already knew what the other said was true, but god damn it he didn’t have to say it out loud!
“Yes, it is beautiful, da?” Ivan’s eyes flickered to the others form in the snow, almost tenderly as he stared at the Prussian panting in the blood stained snow. “Nothing could be more attractive.”
“He’ll die like that, you moron.” Ludwig spat between clenched teeth. At this moment he had never hated anyone as much as he hated Ivan. The Russian’s eyes flickered back to the fuming brother, the orbs dancing with a laughter that made the German bristle even more with fury at his actions.
“He could.” Ivan seemed to muse over the idea and for a moment Ludwig felt cold. Would he have to stand here and watch his only brother bleed to death in the snow because of a madman who found the whole situation laughable?
“Please, Ivan,” He could feel it, his pride, shattering into pieces as he begged the Russian. But what would he not do for Gilbert?
“Da da,” The Russian waved a hand. “Fix him. Hurry, it has taken too much time already. I am not a patient man.”
Gilberts eyes were already looking cloudy when the German reached his brothers side. Softly he patted the others cheek with a hand, startling the Prussian into looking at him with an almost blank expression.
“West,” He mumbled softly, his mouth felt dry. Some beer would have been nice. Why was he laying here again? He couldn’t remember.
“Be quiet, idiot. You almost got yourself killed.” Ludwig replied sharply as he pulled off his coat and his pocket knife to shred the material.
“’s what…Roderich always says…” Gilbert let out a hiss of laugher at his own words. “Where is Roderich?”
“…” Ludwig swallowed the uncomfortable feeling when his brother asked for his friend. How could they have done this to him? Didn’t they know? How Gilbert felt about them? They were the only people in the world Ludwig had ever heard his brother talk fondly about.
“Where is Liz…” Gilbert asked, desperately as he reached for his brother’s arm, gripping the skin almost painfully.
“They aren’t here.” It left his mouth with a sour taste. The man his brother called his best friend and the woman…his brother had loved his whole life… Ludwig had never thought a bad thing about the pair until now.
Now all he could think was to damn them to hell. The one time, the one fucking time Gilbert needed them… and where were they? Where the hell were they when his brother needed them!
“Oh,” Gilbert mumbled, his fingers losing their grip on the German’s arm. The simple reply made Ludwig’s heart ache for his brother.
“Enough German, you take too long. I have no more time for this. Get him up. We go.”
Ludwig glared at the Russian towering over them, his gun pointed down at the pair. It was the only reason the German forced himself up, pulling his brother to his feet. Gilbert looked pale, even more pale than usual, like a ghost almost. It chilled Ludwig with fear. How could his brother survive this?
“Gilbert…” He tried to force the words out as the Russian grabbed the man by his good arm, dragging him up and across the snow. It was over, the Russian had him. He was taking his brother.
He had never seen his brother look as heart broken as he did when their eyes met as he was drug away across the frozen tundra. He almost couldn’t speak; the lump in his throat was so large. Never in his life had he cried before, but now he could not stop the tears from streaming down his face.
“Gilbert I’m sorry!”
“I’m sorry too West…”