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Ivan growled at the Finnish messenger in gront of him. "What do you mean with 'got away?!'" He roared in his face. Tino shook in fear, and he almost cried when he spotted all the blood on the floor. Shattered and torn body parts of a well trained man laid before the king's feet, and he could swear he could see blonde hair stick up of the mess. 'What the hell have happened here? It's dead! I don't want to be here anymore!'
"Uh... W-what I mean, sir, is that Mr. Jones tricked the search forces. He is hiding in the area, though."

The Russian king looked at the messenger like he was worth shit before focusing on the windows.
"Send out the last forces," he commanded. Tino gasped loudly.
"But they're injured! They wouldn't function very well-"

Ivan stood up from his throne. He walked over the body parts,
down the stairs against the messenger and raised his hand.
"How dare you talk back to me!" He shouted as he swung his arm. Berwald noticed very early that something were wrong with the situation. He ran forward to his husband and took the blow instead of him.
"Yo sh'uldn't use vi'lence." He muttered with his usual gruff voice under his breath. Ivan grit his teeth and delivered a swift kick the Swede's tummy. Berwald sank to the floor and groaned miserably.
"Are you okay, Su-san!?" Tino asked, frightened.

Ivan sat down on his throne and dismissed them.
"Make use of yourselves for once and tell the last force to prepare to leave in one hour, no delay needed. Leave!" Tino lifted one of the messenger's arms over his shoulder, helping him to get to his feet. Berwald blushed slightly at the friendly motion. His husband could be the sweetest creature on the planet sometimes.


"-and that's why your team must prepare yourselves to leave," Tino finished. The team captain smiled at him.
"Of course we'll go! I see your friend wasn't treated gently. You won't have to walk back empty handed." He turned to his team and told them the message the Finnish man had come with.

"That was scary! Ivan sure is pissed beyond belief. A corpse laid before his feet, and I believe I know who it is. Oh god..!" Tino winced as Berwald kissed away his tears tenderly.
"I l've yo. Yo are bootyful."
"I must tell Feliciano." The Finnish man ran off to the stable, a hand over his mouth to to silence the crying.


The injured, but yet, last team climbed down the left side of the stone road, almost exactly where Alfred had fallen. "Today we shall follow trails and paths. He cannot hide from us! Or, if he want us to live, he wouldn't hide from us..." one of the men laughed nervously.
"Yeah," the fidgetting man muttered with a sad undertone.


They walked around in the forest and easily saw the trail beside the river.
"Everybody, follow me!" The team leader exclaimed proudly as his hips swung from side to side.
"Ayyee!" The rest of them responded and set up the tempo. A interested captain was never a bad captain.

They got to the part of the trail where they could see the house Alfred and Arthur stayed in.
"That house is under suspicion. Stay low while I go check it out." The captain ordered. He snuck up to the house and hid under a window on the south side.


Sneak, walk. Sneak, walk, sneak. He came to the door and knocked lightly on it. Nothing happened. He waved the rest of the team to his side before shouting.
"IT'S THE CASTLE'S SEARCHING FORCE! OPEN UP AT ONCE!" The men immediately smirked as the team's captain told them to break into the house.
"And HO," they shouted when they made contact with the door and their shoulders.

Arthur sat with Alfred at the table and drank tea when the shout came from outside. He looked worried at the other man, and frowned as Alfred pointed at the table.
"Hide under it with me. Hurry." The Englishman sat down the teacup before doing what was requested of him.

A lot of cracks and bangs came from the poor door.
''They're really breaking in! Why are they doing this to us?" Arthur pressed himself closer into Alfred's chest.
"We'll be okay. Don't make a sound, and we'll be okay." The former prince planted a kiss on his love's forehead and dragged them further under the dinner table they were hiding under. The only thing they could do was to hide. They were trapped.


A loud bang echoed between the walls as the door caved in.
"Oh no," whispered Arthur. Fifteen men stormed into the house. Five of them came into the kitchen. The couple went easily spotted.
"Howdy! The assassin's here with our man as well! What should we do with him?" One of them lifted their eyebrows suggestively.
"Take him also! Ivan will be pleased with us," the captain ordered.

Many long arms stretched for the couple under the table.
"Run." Alfred hissed into Arthur's ear before letting go of him. To be honest, it scared the Englishman to be away from his mate since they were separated for so long. 'But if Alfred wants it, I will do it. I will offer everything for him, our love.' He crawled forward and bit one of the hands that wanted to catch him.
"Ouch, the little slut bit me! Tie him down immediately!" The bit man roared and kicked after him.


Heavy feet rested on Alfred's back. 'I should not have let go of Arthur. I should have taken them on. I'm such a coward... Everything had been alright if I stayed on the castle like master's whore..!' He bit back a sob. His lip bled because one of the intruders had kneed him in the face. What was their problem? The former prince only wanted to save his dear. Obviously, that wasn't allowed. Alfred couldn't see or feel anything. A dark blindfold had been tied over his eyes, and well made roped held his body together in one uncomfortable mess. He guessed the same had been done to Arthur.
"Can you see me, Arthur?" He asked. His head throbbed painfully afterwards. Someone had hit him harshly to make him shut up.


The team captain grinned at the two tied up men. He took in everybody's physics and pointed out two men of his team.

"Calle and Tim, you two carry them back. The rest of us, will retreat! Come along everybody!" The men cheered before hurrying outside. Vases and decorating hit the floor as they ran outside without a care in the world.

Alfred felt gigantic hands grope his sides. Afterwards, he was lifted off the floor. Tim or Calle, he didn't care who it was, placed him on his broad shoulder and jumped once to make it more comfortable for himself.
"Pick him up, Tim. Yes, move your feet! I want to go home and rest." A whine of protest came from Arthur as the same happened to him. Maybe it reminded him of that day three years ago, his death date? The two brutes walked out of the house. "It's the prison cells next," laughed one of them. Neither of the captives thought it was very funny.


The trip back went uncomfortable. Very, very uncomfortable. Their faces were constantly hit by branches and spider webs, and Alfred needed to balance like a professional to not fall off the shoulder he was bent over. Seriously, where had these brutes learnt to walk? Not from a human, that's for sure.

Trumpets and cheering met the four men once they'd stepped inside the gate to the castle's grounds, but it all went silent as people clearly saw how irritated and uncomfortable about the whole situation the whole party were. Everybody snuck back to work and held their mouths shut like they always did.


A metallic click told that the door leading to the prison cells opened. Arthur gulped nervously.

Another click came along before Alfred and Arthur's backs hit the hard stone wall inside one of the cells. Tim grunted, locked the cell and disappeared. Arthur wriggled over to Alfred until their heads collided.
"I'm scared. What will they do with us, Alfred?"
"I don't know. If I'm right, Ivan is irritated because of my escape. I guess you cannot see either?"
"I cannot see. Why do you ask?"
"Nothing. I just want to test something." Alfred wriggled against his lover so his head almost met Arthur's shoulder. With his lips, he searched the other's face until his lips brushed against the blindfold. He gnawed on it with his teeth.
"What are you doing," Arthur asked.
"I'm tryimg to chew off your bimdfold so you cam see me. It tastes really sour though," he murmured.
"You always know what I prefer. Thank you."

The blindfold fell off shortly after. Arthur blinked with his one eye, and finally he could see Alfred clearly. It helped a lot to calm the man.
"It must have been hellish for you to sit here for five weeks straight."
"You talked to me and took me out of here sometimes."


Tim and Calle waited outside the throne room. A man in his forties with a thick beard waved them inside.
"Just be careful with what you say," he mouthed. The two brutes didn't fear anything, because they had good news. Ivan frowned at them once they'd walked through the door.
"Who are you two" He asked. Calle scratched his chin and looked shyly at his feet.
"We are from the last group you sent out. We're here to give you a report of our scouting." Tim's voice sounded girly inside the large room. The king's eyes lit up. He sat on the tip of his throne, curious of what the two men would say. If they gave him good news he would congratulate them of good work. If they delivered him bad news, well... he would rip their guts out and lure it into the servant's meals.

"Tell me! Have you got my dear Alfred?!" The Russian king shouted in excitement. Tim smiled slyly and answered.
"Yes. Something that's almost better, we also got our hands on his boyfriend, Arthur Kirkland. They're tied up and blindfolded. " Once Ivan heard Arthur's name his eyes became cold and hard before turning into sly eyes of a fox.
"Good. Bring my little servant to the ball room. Strap him to a chair in the middle of the room. Do not remove the blindfold. You two are free to go afterwards. Dismissed." The two brutes blinked at the king's changing behavior, but lowered their shoulders and breathed out. No harm done, yet.


Heavy footsteps tuned out under the noise of the servants working. Some cleant the floor, some brought food, and others, they just did their daily chores. The door leading to the hall with the prisoner cells flew up, and in went Tim and Calle. Their laughter sounded like a animal's. Hurr, hurr, hurrrr. Tim walked into the cell occupied by Mr. Kirkland and Mr. Jones. He jolted Alfred up from where he sat along the wall and dragged him by the ropes on his body. The American protested but got slapped by one of the men.

"It's time for the cute servant to be taken away. Your survivor is not welcomed to the dance!" Calle closed the door after them. A faint cry escaped Arthur's throat as he saw his lover disappear out of sight.
"Don't go! Alfred!"


Author notes:
Yes, who will survive? Final chapter- Little boy's story is coming up soon! (I've already made it. Sadly enough, it will only be two chapters in total... )': )

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