Chapter 1: Red Colored Snow
He held onto the frozen pole for what seemed to be for dear life. If he was to let go he knew that he would collapse into the fresh snow. He sighed and watched as his breath clouded around him, he needed to get some help. If not, he would surly bleed out. That's something he did not want. Taking a deep breath, he released the pole and took a step away. Pain shot through his whole body, he let out a whimper of pain. When he was to take the second step his legs gave out, and he collapsed on the floor in pain. The snow felt cold on his body. He watched as the once white snow turn to a red from his blood.
Gilbert ran his fingers through his unreal white hair. He sighed and looked through the papers that sat on his desk again. It just didn't make sense to him. He just wanted to bang his head on the desk, maybe then he would find a connection to all the chaos that was going around.
"Gilbert, are you okay?" A voice broke him out of thoughts. He looked up to see Ludwig looking at him his blue eyes shinned with a bit of worry.
"Fine. I just don't understand!" he pushed the stack of papers away from him. Ludwig walked closer and picked one of the papers up. He read the title on the paper, then he understood.
"You're in charge of these murders?" Ludwig asked, but he knew that the answer would be a yes.
"Yea, each one is similar to one another, but I can't find any more clues of how to find the person. No leads no nothing." Gilbert told Ludwig as he played with a pen.
"What's one thing that is similar? One thing that connects them?" Ludwig was now curious. He had heard of these recent murders that had been occurring, but he didn't know that his own brother would be charge of trying to figure out who this person was.
"Well, each of them have a calling card." Gilbert pulled out a few different photos of different crime scenes, each photo had a card in them. In first picture a hand was grasping an ace of clubs. In another the card of the king of hearts was on a woman's bare chest. "We still don't know what each card means, but it has to symbol something. No card has been repeated as of yet. Also the killer doesn't decimate he kills both men and woman."
"interesting. Very interesting. Though there is a reason I came here to begin with." Ludwig put the photos on top of the papers, and he looked at Gilbert. "I think you have been working too much. I can see why now…but maybe you should go home." Ludwig walked to the office door, "go home Gilbert." Then like that Ludwig left Gilbert alone. Gilbert looked at the papers, and thought maybe he had been working too hard. He grabbed the papers put them back in their folders, and closed them in a drawer which he then locked. It was just a safety measure.
He got up turned off the lights of the office, locked the door and he left. Gilbert walked to his car, which thankfully wasn't covered in a foot of snow! He got in and let the car heat up, because he didn't want to freeze. Then he began to journey to his house. As he drove through the snow covered streets something caught his attention.
There seemed to be a body in the snow. Gilbert parked his car on the curb. He got out of the car carefully, he touched his side to make sure his gun with him. One could never be too careful. He walked to the body with caution. That's when he got the shock of his life.
There on the floor was a young male, maybe in his late teen years early twenties. The snow around him was the color red, which Gilbert assumed to be blood. Most likely it was the boy's. Gilbert kneeled down to see if the boy was breathing, which to his relief he was. Gilbert moved the boy gently onto his side, to see the kid's wound. It didn't seem as bad as he thought it would be. Biting his lip, he picked up the boy. Said boy let out a small moan, well at least he was alive. Gilbert moved him to his car, and then laid him down in the back seat. There was no way in hell that he was going to leave a helpless, hurt boy out in the freezing winter.
Then again began the journey back to his house, which didn't take long. When he got to the house he parked his car in the garage. He then picked up the still knocked out boy, and took him inside the house. He was welcomed with chirping noises. His pet bird nested in his hair happily. Gilbert put the boy on the couch. Then from there he went in search for the first aid kit, and some extra clothes.
When he returned he looked at the boy's wounds and he cleaned them and gazed them up. He then carefully and quickly undressed him. He saw the boy had scars and healing cuts. He wondered why, but he couldn't ask. Gilbert dressed up the boy in dry clothes, he then picked up the boy and took him to the guest bedroom. He put the boy on the bed and left.
"What a day I've had Gilbird." Gilbert sighed as he looked at his pet bird. Gilbird responded to gilbert with chirps. Sighing again Gilbert rubbed his head, he laid down and hoped for dear sleep.
Why, hello there just wanted to say thank you for reading the first chapter of Bloody Cards. Things in the story might go slow first, just saying. Also, I wanted to say that I will try and update this story every Thursday. I don't own Hetalia or any of the characters mentioned, all that belongs to their rightful owners. I would greatly appreciate if you reviewed the story and tell me what you think.
~Alejandra