The doors of an old home swung open. A man with furious red eyes stormed towards a man and a women standing in the middle of the hall.
"Roderick where the hell is mein little bruder!" The man yelled.
Roderick turned to face him. His face was a slight pale. Before he spoke, he pushed his glasses back up. "Uh…well…you see Gilbert…I don't exactly know," Roderick stuttered.
Roderick hated Gilbert, but he knew when Gilbert got like this, there would be hell to pay. And he wasn't in the mood to have a full out brawl with him.
Gilbert's eyes flicked towards Roderick's companion. "Elizaveta, do you know where he is?"
Elizaveta shook her head. "The last I heard, he was in a war with Francis and his allies."
Gilbert began pacing back and forth. "Great. Fucking great. He's in a war with some of the strongest empires. He's gonna die. Mein bruders going to die."
He flopped onto the nearest chair burying his head into his hands. He let out a groan of frustration. Elizaveta walked over towards him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
The door once more burst open. A man with shoulder length blonde hair sauntered in, carrying a little boy's dead body in his arms. He dropped the corpse carelessly in front of Gilbert.
The albino looked up, glaring at the man in front of him. "Francis. Surprised you'd show your face around here."
Francis gave a crooked smirk. "Oui, it was quite…hard for me to come here. But alas! I am." He kicked the little body in front of him gently. "I just had to drop off something of yours anyway."
Gilbert looked down. When he saw the body, he choked on air. "Holy…Rome," He breathed. Gilbert jumped up and whipped his sword out. He pressed the blade to Francis' neck. "You fucking monster. That was just a child! How could you take such a young life!"
Francis' smirk grew into a full blown grin. "You don't break alliances with me and expect everything to be easy. I do get revenge."
Gilbert slowly cut his neck. "Listen here, I will kill you. Not today, not tomorrow. Aber, I will kill you. Understand you French piece of schieße?" The Prussian hissed.
The Frenchmen pulled the blade from his neck. "I look forward to that day Prußen. Till then-"He began making his way out of the home. He blew a kiss. "Au revoir."
The grand door slammed shut behind him. A silence hung over the three people in the room. Gilbert fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face. Elizaveta ran over to him. She wrapped her arms around him, letting him cry into her shoulder.
Roderick calmly went over to the dead child and kneeled beside him. He stroked the air out of Holy Rome's face. Roderick's mind soon made his face switch to Vatch's. He gulped. Roderick forced the image of his brother's dead body out of his mind. Now was not the time to dwell on such impossible things.
He joined Gilbert and Elizaveta. He took a seat on Gilbert's other side. Roderick began awkwardly gently patting the crying man's back.
"I'm going to kill that fucking French mistück. I really am." Gilbert finally chocked out. He stood up, on his way to the door; he looked down at Holy Rome's body. 'This one's for you.' Gilbert thought with a grim smile. 'I'll make you proud little bruder.'