Hey guys~

Random chapter here.

I wrote this for some reason.

Really un-imaginative stuff.

Don't expect me to work on this.

Enjoy! ^J^

"I suppose you'll tell me what your plan is."

Ivan smiled.

"No."

"Then in that case, I'll just have to eliminate you."

She quickly brought out a gun from the folds of her dress. Russia smiled. He expected this.

He took out his own gun.

"Now now, we don't want to cause anymore trouble, da? After all, I am paying for this suite."

"That does not matter. What matters is that you are dead. Then we can continue undisturbed."

"Ah, but we cannot allow that, da? After all, the organization doesn't want to leave any evidence."

"Forget it."

She cocked the gun, and aimed it to his head. She was too slow. Gas filled the room.

Sleeping gas! she thought desperately, before she fell to the floor with a thud. Ivan smiled. He was used to sleeping gas. He held his breath until the gas cleared.

"Now, sister, whatever shall I do with you?"

Natalia murmured something, but grew unconscious once more.

Ivan lifted her body up, and went to the window ledge. He stood there, then jumped off.

He landed.

"Jeez, Ivan, why do you have to enter like that? It's not fair! I'M THE HERO, NOT YOU!"

Or at least, that's what Ivan thought he said. Alfred was stuffing his face with hamburgers again.

"Be quiet and let's put her in the trunk. She probably won't wake up for seven hours."

"Good. Then let's get going."

They dropped her into the trunk, and drove away.

"Yes," said Ivan, talking into a cellphone. "We have her. Now we just have to track down the other.

"Good," said the voice on the other end. It hung up the phone.

Ivan smiled. He was getting closer.

Well? What did you think of it?

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