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The song this fic was based off of was;

"Give Me Love", by Ed Sheeran. Enjoy!

Give Me Love.. Like Her..

He was absolutely perfect. The way those violet eyes glanced at him from time to time. That lean build that owned a shy personality. And the fact that he could be so terribly broken at some points, yet he'd pick up his broken pieces and make himself stronger. Most of the time, he claimed he wouldn't be able to do it without Gilbert. That if Gilbert weren't there, Ivan would probably be a broken mess on the floor, waiting for someone to mop him up and put him out of his misery.

'Cause Lately I've Been Waking Up Alone..

But there were the times where Gilbert wasn't there. They were times where Ivan would wake up sometimes screaming or crying because of the nightmares he'd been having, and he'd go to roll over to wake Gilbert up, only realizing he was alone in the large house.

And in those times, all he could do was lay in bed, running on two or three hours of sleep, while staying awake the rest of the night while trying not to think of the nightmares.

Paint Splattered Tear Drops On My Shirt..

The tears began to flow faster and faster after every nightmare he had. After every shock of fear shook him and coursed through his veins.

Sometimes he'd end up curled up in a ball, having not slept for days and barely getting out of bed with the exception of showering and going to the bathroom. He'd barely eat, since the constant thought of those nightmares made him feel sick. Other than that, he spent most of his time lying in bed, waiting for Gilbert to get home, so he could hold the albino, and prove the nightmares wrong.

Told You I'd Let Them Go..

He tried. Oh, he tried to stop thinking about it. But every chance those nightmares got, they haunted his mind. Day and night.

And That I'll Fight My Corner..

He finally stepped out of bed, and moved into the kitchen. His head was pounding, he was tired, and his whole body felt somewhat numb. He figured one, maybe two things could help or make him feel better. He reached up, opening a cabinet door and grabbing a glass, before turning and walking over to the fridge, grabbing his bottle of vodka. He sat himself down at the kitchen table, pouring himself a glass of vodka, which would soon be one of many.

Maybe Tonight I'll Call Ya..

Ivan pulled his cellphone from his pocket, his fingers moving automatically to dial a familiar number. He pressed the phone to his ear, as he leaned forward, resting his head on the table. Finally, after what seemed like minutes, a deep voice picked up on the other line. "Hallo?".

After My Blood.. Has Turned Into Alcohol..

"Ivan.. Are you drunk? Is everything okay?" Gilbert asked from the other line, curiosity and slight worry in his voice. Ivan groaned softly, a slightly heavy buzz coursing through his body. "Nyet.. Well. Da, I am drunk. No, I'm not okay." He sighed, the slur in his voice barely noticeable. He gazed blankly across the room. The fact that he got to finally hear Gilbert's voice calmed him down. "What's going on? Tell me.." The worry in Gilbert's voice increased by now, and Ivan could hear it.

"I need you to come home..".

No, I Just Wanna Hold Ya..

"Shh.. It's okay. Ich bin hier." Gilbert whispered softly, as he lied in bed, with Ivan wrapped in his arms. He ran gentle fingers through the Russian's hair, pressing small kisses to his cheeks. Ivan nearly clung to Gilbert, tears rapidly falling from his eyes. It broke Gilbert's heart to see him so broken. So shaken up. The only thing he could come up with, was holding him tight and whisper to him softly,

"Shh.. Let me fix you..".

Yes. I Know. I haven't updated or posted anything. I've been derping and busy and lazy. And just. Ugh. Anyway, Thanks for reading!3 This was terribly rushed, but I hope you enjoyed it!

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