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This war was the bloodiest one Ivan had ever seen. That was saying something, considering Russia's bloody past. With a PM M1910 machine gun in hand, he took out several more German Soldiers of the Eastern front. Stepping forward, he spat on the face of a fallen Nazi. They were everywhere these days.
The sound of gunfire and ricocheting bullets filled the battlefield. The screams of Nazi's and Soviet's alike proved that both sides were losing significant numbers. Ivan scanned the area, looking for his main target. He had to be around here somewhere, he always was. Climbing a small rise, Ivan breathed in deeply. The stench of death and blood hit his nose and he smiled. War was a wonderful thing.
It was then that Ivan spotted him, the soldier with the snow white hair and porcelain skin. "Prussia," he hissed, and started to make his way towards the man. Shooting anyone that was in his way, German or Russian, Ivan slowly got closer to his target. Russian casualties didn't matter if Ivan completed his mission. Just yards away, he discarded the machine gun and produced a Mauser C-96 from his jacket and cocked it. Ivan took his aim, but then amongst the battling soldiers, crimson eyes met purple. It was at that moment Russia knew he had failed. Despite his constant insistence to his boss, Ivan knew he could never willingly harm Gilbert.
The next few moments happened in a blur and time seemed to slow down. The handgun fell from Ivan's hands. He saw the look in Gilbert's eyes, the words his lips mouthed, yet Ivan could not yet hear. I'm sorry Ivan. I'm so, so sorry. That was all Ivan needed to break his resolve. He broke into a run. Closer, closer. He was only feet away now.
There was a soft smile on Gilbert's face and his eyes were bright with relief. His arms were open, as if to catch the large Russian man. But it was gone in the blink of an eye. Shock seemed to bleed the happiness out of the Prussian's being. "Wha-" Ivan began, but the question was never finished. A sharp pain blossomed in his chest. He looked down to see his beige coat quickly turning red. "Oh," Ivan whispered, before collapsing at Gilbert's feet.
I'm bleeding out
So if the last thing that I do
Is bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
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