Germany stood outside in the clean, fresh night air. Standing in an alleyway so far removed from the good side of town that he could see the stars clearly. His blond hair was sticking up, and despite the layer of snow of the ground, he didn't even have his jacket. He never would again, never again wear that clean, neat thing that he used to be so proud of. He was done. Done with the work, done with the responsibilities, done with the idiots who ruined his life.
He had been surprised how easy it had been to just walk away. How easily he had left behind his brother and his boyfriend, his duty, his life, and a great deal of common sense, without even a note or a goodbye. It was a mark of how miserable, how awful and how utterly boring his life had become that he was willing to throw away God and family to walk in the darkness.
He turned to the dark young man beside him, the one with the light brown military uniform, the one with the bloodthirst and the gun, and allowed his teeth to gleam white in the darkness. "Ready to destroy civilization?"
The man loaded his gun and grinned. "Ready," answered Luciano.