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"Gilbert. We have to end this."
Gilbert didn't respond, he just looked down at his hands.
Francis grabbed him by the shoulders. "Gilbert! We can't keep doing this. Si'l vous plait, just give up."
Gilbert had never seen him so frantic. He looked away, ashamed, but still not giving in.
"Think of Antonio." That went straight to Gilbert's heart. "He doesn't deserve to go to prison! He won't survive, he's too innocent. Do you want to do this to him?"
Gilbert felt his lip trembled and pushed Francis away. "Of course not! But what choice do I have? Are you expecting me to just let my Bruder die?"
"Why did you have to involve us?"
"I didn't want to involve you!" His hands were fists at his sides and his red eyes sparked. "I didn't ask for your help. Remember? You just had to stick your big French nose into it. I was perfectly fine doing it on my own."
Francis huffed. It annoyed Gilbert that even when he did that he looked good. Everything Francis did was just so perfect, while he messed up every time he tried.
"This has gone too far," Francis said, "We've hurt people."
This finally broke Gilbert's resolve. He collapsed onto a chair and held his head in his hands. He fought the tears that flooded into his eyes and he felt himself break.
"I know," he said, letting the tears trickle out, "And it's all my fault."
His shoulders shook. It was his fault. Everything that had happen was his fault. Elizabeta, Roderich, Feliciano, even Ivan. And for what? For a brother that he loved more than anything. A brother beyond saving. He should have given up a long time ago, before everything had the chance to go wrong. He pounded his leg. It was too late now, nothing he did would change that. What had he done?
Francis sat next to him and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. "L'amie," his voice was gentler, "It's not your fault."
"Don't lie to me!" Gilbert shouted, jerking away from Francis's touch, "None of this would've happened if it wasn't for me. If I hadn't started this, everything would've been better. No one would be..." He couldn't finish the sentence, tears choked his throat.
"But you're brother would be dead," Francis said.
"And he's still going to be," Gilbert's voice was quiet, a strained whisper. Francis had never heard it like that before. "Nothing I did has made a difference." He hung his head. "What have I done?"
Just then there was pounding on the door. They both jumped, but they knew who it was. Gilbert leaped to his feet, pulling Francis up with him.
"You have to run," he told him, "I made this happen, I should be the one punished. Not you or Antonio."
"Non. I'm staying with you," Francis said.
"Not while I'm here."
He shoved him out the window. They were on the ground floor, so he didn't fall far. He stumbled to his feet and looked through the window he was pushed through, which had been closed. He pounded on the glass. Gilbert looked at him with broken but defiant eyes. "Go," he mouthed. Francis shook his head. Gilbert pulled the shutters closed. Francis didn't know what to do, so after another moment, he ran. Maybe he could get help.
Gilbert sat down and waited for them to break down the door. It shouldn't take them long. How had this happened? He never wanted it like this. All he wanted was his bruder to be safe. It seemed so simple at the time. That day where it all started...
This is more of an introduction than a first chapter. But yeah. Gilbert is about to go into a flashback, which is where the story's told. I hope the introduction was intense enough to get you curious about what happens.
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