Privet~ This is my first fanfict. story, so Please bear with me on it

Thank you !

Snow danced wildly in the harsh wind before it fluttered on to patches of white and red snow. Footprints trailed towards Germany.. Towards safety for the brothers. The war was over, Ludwig's Boss tricked him and then died to make sure he would carry the burden of what that man did. The Court session of the Allied powers placed a grim judgment on the two. Ludwig to be stripped of almost all powers, and to pay back all the war cost. And for Gilbert… To be stripped of his title of being a country, and given to Russia. After the court hearing Ludwig slipped over the boarder and took his brother to get him back to safety of his own home.. As Ludwig pulled his older brother along the snowy ground coughing and trying to take a breath of the stinging cold air as it felt like little knives stabbing into them both each time they breathed, Both still were bloodied and beaten from the War, They knew it wouldn't be long before Ivan himself would take note to Gilbert not being in his captive hands.

Gasping for air, they stopped.. both their eyes they saw.. A giant stone wall in the making between the German boarder and what was once Prussian boarder, the massive wall was almost complete as they got to its cold, intimidating structure. Ludwig's blue eyes filled to the brim with fear and utter despair as he shook and laid eyes on his brother who's pinkish red eyes just kept on looking at the barrier, with the harsh reality hitting him..

"This wall.. Was being created to make sure that we were never with each other again.." he choked and stuttered on his own words. Gilbert's eyes slowly dragged themselves towards his younger brother as he could feel something wet trickle down his already cold and bruised face. Quickly, gaining back composure, the Prussian wiped the tears away and darted towards his sibling side as he heard faint calls for him from someone not of their Dutch descent.

"Oh Boys~ Where are you now, da? Its time for your little brother to go home now!" Ivan's childish voice echoed in the wind. Gilbert gulped, his eyes grew even wider as he glanced at his little brother who just choked in fear, closing his lightly colored red eyes, Gilbert leaned over to his younger sibling and wrapped his thin arms around Ludwig. "Bruder.. You must go, if he takes any note of you…-I cannot bear to have you slaughtered over me." His voice low and very calm trying not to show his fear. He knew there was no point in fighting right now, not with his little brother involved. Ludwig shook his head and wrapped his arms tightly around his albino brother. "Ni-ni-nien! I can't let you stay with that..that- insane demon!" Ludwig cried out, recalling upon past stories the others had told him about the Russian and his dark past, his hands tightly grabbed hold to Gilbert's blue uniform that was tattered and torn with a collection dried blood, fresh blood.. And now tears. Gilbert closed his eyes once again and allowed a few tears slip from his eyes as he closely held to his sibling. He could hear the Russian draw closer and closer as he kept on asking where the two were. Gilbert gulped and slowly retreated his one arm into his pocket and pulled out a small knife, flicking it open, he thrust the blade into Ludwig's stomach. Slamming his eyes shut while more tears flowed down his cheeks hearing his brother groan and cough in pain. Digging the blade deeper into his little brother, Gilbert could feel Ludwig's grip on him lighten to nothing for his arms slowly dragged themselves off his back, and finally falling to Ludwig's side.

His sky blue eyes glistened with tears that continued to stream down his face as blood leaked from his parted lips, the cold numbed him to the point the couldn't feel much pain from the stabbing. "Br-bruder.. Why..?" he spoke softly as Gilbert laid him gently in the snow that was now stained a rich red. The Prussian dropped the knife into a pile of soft white snow as he collapsed to his knees and covered his face with his hands, before he screamed out.

He did it to protect Ludwig.. If he was near death, Ivan wouldn't want to bother with him. The albino crawled over to his sibling's side and held his hand as he spoke softly. "You won't be in that icy demon's hands now.. Ludwig, I'm so sorry.. I'm sorry." He began to repeat the phrase again and again as he nuzzled his sibling's hand. Gulping, Gilbert spoke once more as he heard Ivan get closer, now that he was with more of his men. "Listen… Visit this forsaken wall everyday.. I will try to come to it when I can.. Mien Bruder… I love you, not even this wall.. Or Russian can take you away from me.." Gilbert kissed his Ludwig's forehead promising that they would see each other again. Slowly, he pulled away from his sibling letting go of his hand, and headed toward the Russian's voice.

"I'm right here you bastard!" Gilbert yelled as Ivan stood a few yards in front of him. Ivan was actually wearing something different, he wore a large furry hat probably made from a bear's fur, his clothes were black filled with medals of all kinds and types as he wore a long, matching black coat made to endure and keep in heat from this harsh environment. But Ivan's pale features, white scarf stained with the blood of his enemies and violet eyes that held some sort of innocence were still the same.

"Privet dear Gilbert, where is that brother of yours? I would like to take him home too, it would be so nice to keep the two that harmed Mother Russia greatly in one place, da? You can both die and watch one another being tortured helplessly…How nice is that?" Ivan spoke in such a happy tone, it was rather sickening to Gilbert, how dare he think about making his blonde haired brother a toy for torture. Gilbert, glared at the Russian as he quickly glanced back behind him where his injured brother laid. Ivan was rather quick to notice such a small action, as his lips curved into a rather sinister yet child-like smile while he narrowed his eyes to fine slits. "So.. He's hiding over there…? Men, go check on dear Germany. I want to have little talk with former Prussia.." Ivan spoke softly but.. The tone in his voice was dark and foreboding as his men nodded, and ran towards the injured German . Ivan slowly trudged his way toward Gilbert, pick axe at hand, soon nearly face to face(well more like chest to face because Ivan is rather tall), he starred down at the albino with his smile still on his face. "You will come home, be one with Russia, and be happy.. Da?" Ivan spoke in his cheery voice as he continued to smile down at the albino.

"Fuck…Off." Gilbert hissed as he spat a mix of blood and saliva onto Ivan's boots. Ivan's eyes opened up slightly, they were no longer giving the carefree or welcoming appearance, they were now dark and dim, the luster in them had faded into a dark lavender abyss, with his free hand forcefully grabbed Gilbert by his white hair and lifted him up so that they were now nose to nose. A demented smile cracked, upon the Russian's face, for he was getting a kick out of this, as Gilbert yelped in pain. Ivan's smile became much more wicked looking as he jerked his arm around, making Gilbert grinned his teeth and scream in slight pain "Someone… Needs to be broken of their past ways… You are with Russia now, Respect. Russia. Or you will never see your little pain of a brother again, understood? Da?" Ivan's voice was a tad lower than normal, but his pale purple eyes kept a steady stare into Gilbert's. They were almost hypnotic, it took a few moments for Gilbert to respond back as he smirked… and spat in Ivan's face now.. "You will never break me.. You giant piece.. Of frozen shit!" He barked. Ivan's eyes widened even more, his smile quickly turned into a frown as he released his pick axe from his other hand as it fell and wedged itself into the snow coated ground below. Letting go of Gilbert's hair, he only fell a few inches before his other hand was wrapped around the albino's neck, with such a choking force. "Piece.. Piece of shit? Nonono.. My foolish prisoner, you.. Are the worthless Pawn now, you aren't even a country anymore, you are nothing.. But mine now." Ivan laughed lightly as his creepy smile turned into a soft smirk, with his iron grip choking the smaller man, watching him squirm under his single handed hold.

"Sir!" One of Ivan's men spoke as he saluted him. "The German is seriously wounded, would you like for us to take him back with you?" The single man spoke as the others behind him stood attentively waiting for orders by their commander. Ivan placed his leather gloved hand that wasn't choking the Albino, over his mouth, as if he was actually thinking about the choice he had to make. "Hmn… Nyet, he's probably more broken and battered than this one, It wouldn't be much fun. Send him back to his homeland, and make sure.. The wall is completed. Da?" The lavender eyed man chuckled with a voice that was so calm yet it somehow put fear into people, his men saluted back, then they rushed back for Ludwig to send him back to his homeland. With the wind and snow picked up, the men were out of sight, and that would mean.. Ludwig would be as well. Gilbert continued to squirm and speak with a raspy choked voice that demanded the Russian to put him down at once, Ivan just chuckled lightly once more as he dropped the man down into the pile of snow below and reached for a fistful of Gilbert's fine snowy white hair as he began to trek away from the wall, and the Prussian's brother. "Its time to go to see your new home, my home now. Say goodbye to your little brother." The Russian smiled knowing that he had won this battle. Gilbert screamed as he was being dragged in the snow by his hair, shouting out rather vulgar German words and phrases as he tried to pull away from the huge man's forceful grip on his scalp. The pain and cold was becoming too much to handle for the albino as he coughed and took deep breaths of icy air that pierced his lungs.

"I will see you again, mien bruder! I will come back to you!" Gilbert shouted but with the howling wind seemed to mute his promise towards his sibling.. "Bruder!" He shouted again, and again, till his own vocal cords choked him out, gasping for air. Waiting for a sign to make sure his dear sibling was not dead from the wound he had inflicted upon him.. Gilbert waited… and waited as he was dragged farther and farther away from his kin.

But… No response was ever heard.