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Rushing up the stairs a blue eyed man carried an empty black bag, eyes firmly on him. He stops at the door and wrings a little at it before deeply sighing. His fingers gently move on the silver lock until in a single blow he opens it and runs away, he only looks back to make sure nothing and no one follows him.Sky was dark, a cold drizzle covered the pavements in silver hue and a thick mist was swirling around his feet. The streetlights were barely visible; difficult to see the tracks on the earth skin. Everything was empty and not even a living soul was at sight.
It all about them…they live inside their minds, the ones that make their days come a go by.
While he was running his feet sunk on the dirt formed by the heavy droplets that fell from the sky, that made him run wobbly and without direction. His heavy breathing clouded the space of his pale face and the rapping beating of his heart echoes around his ears and head. Half mast blue eyes were covered by misted glasses and his lips twitched because of the cold air surrounding his body. For him, his breathing was getting difficult to handle because his weary body trembled incessantly. He had to stop to catch a bit of encouragement, his hands resting on a brick wall, his blue eyes suddenly brightened and find what he was looking for and moved slowly to the direction of the light.
"The instructions are in Russian Alfred" The boy said shaking from the cold in a polish accent and looking at the American blue eyes, that frowned, he gently placed the package inside the suitcase.
"After all we have been through; I simply don't care if they even in German!" His words were cut each time he opened his lips. Both of them looked into each other eyes before nodding and both of them started to run.
Running down the same path taken by him, this time together with the polish boy, both reach the abandoned subway station, their shelter during these dark months. Walking slowly down the stairs, brown eyes pierced both of the youngsters coming down with package in hands. Both of them, breathing heavily, rested their heads on the tiled wall and started to laugh.
"~ve They are moving north" curled in a blanket was a browned hair boy with a radio between hands shaking it in each direction he could possibly can. He looked at the American when he gave a sigh.
Grabbing a coat the American let out whispers that by judging the expression on his pale, tired face where curses. The one called Alfred, slowly curls his soaked body on the coat and looks at the Italian resting his head against the wall, eyes firmly on his small radio.
"We got the package, relax Feliciano!" his blue eyes gentle close and his honey colored hair mingles with the white grayish wall behind him.
"Yes; with Russian instructions; which in other words is useless!" his green eyes peeked at the papers between his cold hands trying to understand, or at least figure out, what was written on it. The Italian only moved his head to look at the calendar on his left side.
Marks filled each square blank space it had. Numbers were tinged in black ink and red. And a specific day was the only marked with blue, that day full of umbrage, he just clenched his teeth nibbling his bottom lips as a single tear fell from his eye.
Outside the rain continued without rest, a man, whose hair was ash-blonde and his eyes were amethyst, stood between a wall and a car looking at the abandoned subway station. He looked down at his hands and played a little with a small radio he had before placed it in close to his lips.
"This is Ivan; I know where the package is, da!" his purple eyes pierced the direction on which the both teens entered before.
Special thanks to: Ryou's Fan Girl, RedHatMeg and The Second Side of Happiness. Thanks to them this story was made possible, Thanks!Currently they are fixing my Space Station that is not working properly!A.K.A my mind…