RUSSIANROULETTE

I walked down the cold ally ways of Russia to a room that Ivan had told me to go to. I turned left to a single door with a single dim light hanging above it. I opened the door, only to be greeted by many familiar faces. Arthur, Ludwig, Gilbert, and the host, Ivan, were all there. "привет, Alfred." Ivan greeted me, his award winning smile was on his face. "Hi." I replied. "So, what're doing here?" I asked everyone. "Russian Roulette." Arthur replied with a sigh. "Why are we playing this again?" He asked Ivan, he just smiled. "Well, I thought that we should play something interesting for once." He said, and smiled at everyone. Ludwig sighed. "Well, I have the gun." He said, and placed a revolver on the center of the table. I sat next to Arthur. "Are you okay Al?" He whispered to me. My heart was pounding a little faster than the normal beat. Arthur placed a hand on mine, and I flinched a bit. "Are you okay?" He asked me again. "Uh, yeah. Just nervous." I replied quietly. Ivan then took the gun in hand, he inserted a bullet in a slot, then spun the chamber, then placed it on the table again. "Shall we start now, da?" He asked us, we nodded, and he spun the gun. Round and round it went, and I my heart was pounding faster as a counted how many times it passed me. One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... and it stopped. The first person to try his luck was Ludwig. So he took the gun, positioned it at his head, and pulled the trigger. Blank. Ludwig was still fine. "Wunderbar." He said quietly, and spun the chamber. "Which way are we passing the gun?" He asked Ivan. "Pass it on to Arthur." Ivan said, he still had his smile on. I squeezed Arthur's hand, because I knew that if Arthur would be fine, then I would be the one to test my luck after him. I was worried about Arthur too. Not so much the Ruski sitting next to me, he was the one who started this mess.

Arthur took the gun, placed the barrel against his head, slowly pulled the trigger, and, click. Nothing happened, Arthur sighed, so did I. But I tensed up again as Arthur pulled his hand away from mine, even if it was just to spin the chamber. But I was still really nervous as I was given the gun. I took Arthur's hand again. "You know, Ivan. I still don't know I we're playing this." I asked. "It's like I said, da. I just wanted to play an interesting game for once. Da?" Ivan said, still smiling. So I took the gun with my free hand, and put it up to my head, I closed my eyes tightly, and slowly pulled the trigger. Click. No bullet. I sighed shakily. And gave the gun to Ivan. He happily spun the chamber, and without hesitation, put the gun up to his head, and pulled the trigger, nothing happened. He spun the chamber again, and gave the gun to Gilbert. "Ugh. Why should I play this game?" He complained. "I'm clearly too awesome to be killed, let alone death by Russian Roulette."

"Just pull the trigger and get it over with you albino git."

"Alright, alright. Geez you don't have get all mad and stuff Lipton."

Arthur pouted, he didn't like being called Lipton, just because he was a tea lover. Anyway, Gilbert took the gun, put it up to his head, and quickly pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. He yawned, and continued to look very bored. He spun the chamber, and gave it to his brother.

This cycle continued for a while, none of us were dead. Yet.

Arthur's turn came around again, and some how, Ludwig was half drunk. "Here, since we've been having so much luck with one spin of the chamber, let's trying not spinning it at all." He said. Gilbert nodded. "Yeah, I just wanna get home, and quick. It's already like-" He checked his watch, "fu... It's already 10 in the morning." We all agreed with Ludwig, and the gun went around once. It was Arthur's turn again. And I knew that the one to get shot was either me, or him. At that moment, I was ready to die. I didn't want to loose Arthur. I could tell that Arthur was nervous, but, his expression quickly changed to horror. Like he saw a ghost or something. I know now what he was afraid of. He hesitantly took the gun, he was shaking. And I don't know exactly what he said at the time, but I know it was for me. He slowly pulled the trigger, and...

He was gone...

When Arthur pulled the trigger, and he was falling, I caught him. His blood got on my clothing, but it didn't matter. I was mentally traumatized. "Oh well. His luck ran out I guess." Ivan said, he still sounded cheerful. Man, I wanted to start World War 3 right there. But I couldn't. Ludwig got up, took his gun, cleaned it of Arthur's blood, reloaded it, then gave it to me. I looked up at the German, he gave me a stern, sober look. "Do what you want." He said, then he left the room, leaving a crack in the wall from slamming the door too hard. I looked at Arthur's body, then at Ludwig's gun, just then, I could hear Gilbert get up swiftly, and I heard the cling of metal against metal. I turned around, then I saw that Gilbert blocked Ivan's lead pipe with his sword. "Гилберт, держаться подальше от пути." Ivan said. "Nein." Gilbert replied. I got up, taking Ludwig's gun, and I aimed at Ivan. We stood that way for a while, until Ivan withdrew he pipe. "I'll let you be. For now." He said, then left quietly. Gilbert put his sword back in it's sheath. "Thanks." I said. Gilbert nodded. I put Ludwig's gun in my pocket, and started to leave. I didn't want to see Arthur's body anymore. It was too painful. To see my beloved brother, lying there, dead. It was unbearable. But Gilbert stopped me right as I opened the door. "Hey, I'm sorry." He said. "Hmph, why're you apologizing?" I replied grimly. "Because, I would've disagreed to the no spinning the chamber idea if I knew the bullet wasn't going to embed Ivan's head." He sounded like it was normal to say such a thing, I turned to look at him. "But you and him are-"

"Not anymore." He cut me off. "He was being a real jerk, and I challenged him to Russian Roulette. But..." He continued to explain to me the past events.

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(Gilbert's Point of View)

Ivan hugged me from behind while I was sorting out some paper work. "Доброе утро, мой подсолнечника." He said cheerfully, I didn't reply. "Gilbert?" He asked. I just hummed a "what". "Are you still mad about yesterday?" He asked me. I didn't reply. He finally got off of me, and walked to the window next to me. "It's snowing again today, da?" He pointed out. "Yeah." I said dimly. He looked at me, and attempted to kiss me. I slapped his hand away, grabbed the only important papers that I had to give to Lithuania, and stormed out of the room.

Later, I met up with Lithuania at Poland's place, that pinkish hell hole was unbearable to look at, but I had to. I sprawled the papers on the coffee table, and sat in a chair opposite of Poland and Lithuania's. "You look like, totally mad right now. Like, what happened?" Poland asked. "It's none of your business." I replied. "Let's just get to work." And we did. It was all seriousness for me, the mood would be killed at times when Poland would complain about being hungry or thirst, or bored.

When I got home, I was greeted by none other than Ivan. He was smiling at me, and came in to give me a hug, but I pushed him out of the way, and tossed my brief case on the floor, and flopped onto my couch. Gilbird flew over and perched on my shoulder. Russia frowned. "Why're you ignoring me Gilbert?" He asked like a pouting child. I ignored him, and flipped on the TV, and watched the only thing on, updates about Germany's new prime minister's recent speeches.

Ivan sat next to me. I scooted away from him, and placed a barrier of couch pillows between him and me. "Pretend that's the Berlin Wall Gilly." I told Gilbird, he chirped as a reply. Russia pouted. "Why're you still so mad at me?" Ivan persisted. I got up, and Gilbird flew away to safety. "You know what I think our next activity should be?" I said with fire in my eyes. "Russian Roulette. Just the both of us, one o'clock in the morning tomorrow, some place secret. How 'bout that?" I said, Ivan nodded, his smile was gone, and he got up. "Okay then. It's a deal."

It was the promised date and time, I walked down the ally way that Ivan had told me to go, and entered the promised room. And what I found wasn't just Ivan, oh no, but I saw my brother, and Arthur. I got furious, I grabbed Ivan's coat collar, and pulled him closer to my face. "Why The Hell Are These Two Here?! It Was Supposed To Be Just You And Me Dammit!" I yelled, Ivan smiled at me. "I thought it would be more interesting if more us played." I let him fall back into his seat, and sat next to Ludwig. I was still irritated, and when Alfred walked in, I was ready to explode, then I just got bored immediately.

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I starred at Gilbert for a while, and sighed. "So, this was originally your idea to play, but Ivan's to get us mixed in?" I asked. He nodded. "So I'm, really, really, sorry Alfred." He apologized again, I shook my head. "I'm still going after Ivan." I replied. "I'll be your ally." Gilbert offered, I accepted. And we both left together.