Well, here's another story~! Only this on is Tragic even as the author I teared up at the end. And also this story is gruesome. So if you don't like the mention of limbs and or organs I highly suggest you don't read because the story can get a little bit twisted in some points. With that being said I hope you Enjoy~!

Ivan was hated. He beat people that disobeyed him and he was just plain straight down creepy. He was though too be the villian of everthing and when something bad happened to another being he was immediatly blamed for it.

And then there was his smile. Forever plastered onto his face. But no one knew that he smiled to help him. He believed that if always smiled, he could get through the day, no matter how much it hurt. But lately his smile began to grow shorter, every one had left him.

There was his big sister forbidden by her boss. His first friend, Toris left him along with his brothers, Edward and Raivis. Not to mention the big fight he had with kind-hearted Tino. Finally there was his little obsessive sister who loved him too much. But seeing that Ivan could never love her, she left too. It hurt, it really did.

But there was one person who noticed, one who cared no matter what went on about Ivan because that was his nature. Despite being his rival, he grow to love him. And Ivan loved him back. The only one who could genuinley love him and stay with him was Alfred.

So why was he lying at his feet, buried, dead? Alfred said he would never leave but he was gone, up there. And of course, everyone blamed him. Despite being his lover, he was blamed. Why wouldn't they though? When they found them, Alfred was lying, dead at Ivan's feet. He was disembodied, barley recongnisable by his family.

And Ivan was covered in his blood. It was flecked on his face and splattered on his jacket. To say it was gruesome was an understatememt. But how was Ivan to know? Poor Ivan had thought when Alfred was leaving Russia to go visit his family, he thought that he was leaving for good. Never coming back.

Of course no one would understand. Alfred was the only one till he left him. So you could say that end he didn't either and Ivan was still an unreadable person. And no one would try to uncover him from the snow.

Thats why he had to do this. He had to bring back Alfred. It was the only thing he had left to do.

He began to dig up the dirt with his hands. His gloves getting dirty. He dug until the the whole coffin was uncovered and revealed. He heaved it up to level ground. Then he opened it. Though it had only been a day since he was placed in a coffin and buried, it stank of rotting flesh, though Ivan was used to the smell.

Alfred had been washed and cleaned to the best of their abilities but he was so morbid that there was still dried blood here and there. He also seemed to be missing everything. But once again he was unaffected by this. He would do anything do get his lover back.

"Oh, You're missing your arms? Here I have two, take one." He ripped one of his arms, wiped it of a bit and gave it to Alfred. "What? You're missing your legs? Then take one of mine." And so like that he countinued, giving him an eye, fingers, toes,and hair. He gave him some lips and teeth too. Since Ivan was taller, he figured that one of each would do and he still needed some of his own limbs too.

Once everything was in place and counted for he stepped back to admire his work. He cocked his head, Alfred was not waking up. Why? Was something missing? He checked around. No, everything was there. Something inside then? He ripped open the dead man's chest. There was his lung and kidney and some ribs and everything else that Ivan had generously given him. They all seemed in the right place too.

Then he realised the problem. "Hm? What's this? You're missing your heart too?" He reached for his own with his only hand on his only arm connected to his only shoulder. "Oh dear, we may have a problem."