AN:// Yo readers. T'sup? So, I'm going to attempt a chapter story. Because this idea just popped into my head, and it just kept on going and going and going and there was no way I was going to make this a one-shot. I'm going to warn you now, the last few times I've tried writing a chapter story, I never finished them. Just because I forgot about them or lost interest or got busy or something stupid. But, I've got everything already planned out for this, so hopefully that will eliminate my problem. Plus, I'm going to write 1 chapter ahead, so when chapter 2 comes out chapter 3 will have just been finished, and so forth. Chapter 2 is already done. So anyways, read at your own risk. And if you do, please enjoy. Rated T for mild violence and swearing. Lots of swearing.

Rival Territory

Fucker, was the first word that went through Gilbert Beilschmidt's mind as a fist collided hard with his jaw. What the fuck, this stupid kid thinks he can hit the awesome me? He pulled his arm back and shoved it sharply forward, effectively driving it into the boy's ribs. Good, the fucker was winded. He hit the kid again in the temple as he was going down, just for goood measure. Who the fuck does this kid think he is?

There was no way this kid was as awesome as him, just because he had a good punch. And no, Gilbert was not being a hypocrite. Because Gilbert was sure he was awesome, and there was no doubt about that. This kid had simply gotten lucky.

Now the kid was down, his face connected with the wet concrete. The albino took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Bad idea- the alleyway smelled strongly of garbage and sweat. It wasn't very appealing, and he scrunched up his nose. The kid's eyes connected with his. They were awfully blue, disgustingly so. His own red eyes glared back.

"Alright, you brat." He started, reaching into his pocket. He dug around a little, trying to find the firmiliar cool metal that he'd often touched before. "You're the one who's been causing all this trouble, right?" Oh yes, he'd found it, clenched his fist around it, swiftly took it out of his jacket. Good, the kid hadn't seen it yet.

Before the kid had a chance to respond to his question, a sharp blade connected with his neck. The kid gasped, his throat getting dangerously closer to the metal in the process. His blue eyes widened, fear evident in his easily-readable face. Gilbert's blood pounded - he loved it when his victims freaked out.

"Wouldn't it be easier for me if I just took you out now?" He whispered huskily into the blonde's ear. "Wouldn't it be good for my brother, if you were to just die?"

Gilbert would never admit that what happened next was entirely his own fault. A drop of rain splattered harshly against his forhead, and he turned his eyes up just for a second to take a look upwards. That was all the kid needed, and quickly he elbowed the albino in the lungs, staggering the taller man backwards. The knife left his neck for a breif moment, and the blue-eyed boy took this as his chance to run away.

"What the-", Gilbert started, his arms instinctively winding himself around his stomach. Taking a breath of air, he looked up. "FUCK!" He near screamed, getting roughly to his feet, staggering a little, before starting to give chase.

It was dark, but the kid didn't exactly have light footsteps. Gilbert wound his way through some more alleys, following the obvious sound of the leader of the rival gang. Did the idiot seriously think he could get away? Gilbert had been doing this gang thing for years, this kid was a newbie. And there was no way the silver-haired man would let the blonde escape.

It was effectively pouring rain now, and on top of the darkness it was hard to make out the form of his little brother. Usually, his brother's hair was slicked back out of his face, but now, the rain had caused it to cascade down his forhead. Well, it looked sort of attractive. Or rather, it would, if Gilbert was a girl. And not the kid's older brother. The blonde was boxing with another Allied member, a tall, pale blonde man with a scarf around his neck. Hell if Gilbert knew why that man looked so firmiliar, but right now, he really didn't give a shit. That shitty Allied leader was getting away. With a quick, "you get him!" thrown over his shoulder, Gilbert continued in the direction of the now fading footsteps.

A half a mintue later, and he'd found the blonde again. The back of the youth's head was now covered in blood, and he was leaning heavily on the wall while still trying to run. Gilbert smirked to himself. Oh kami, (as Kiku would say,) he'd torture this kid, and he'd have fun with it.

With a sudden burst of speed, he was directly in front of the boy. The kid's eyes snapped up, staring at his own. The fear seemed clouded this time, but that wouldn't deter Gilbert's attention. The switchblade was still held firmly between his fingers, and as he roughly shoved the kid up flat against the coarse brick wall, he once again pushed it into the adolescent's throat.

If the very un-manly squeak hadn't caught Gilbert off gaurd, then the off-purple eyes boring into his own red ones did. Suddenly, he realized, this was a very different minor. The child's hair was slightly longer, slightly lighter, slightly more wavy. Oh fuck. Gilbert thought, his hand shifting on the kid's neck just a bit. Who the hell is this? But, as he was scanning over the kid's obviously different frame, he noticed the rival gang's badge stuck to the blonde's shoulders. At least I can still kill him.

"I can still kill you." He spoke softly. The boy was very confused at this, but very still very frightened. A light somewhere far away flashed, and he got a quick glince of the albino man's red eyes. His own purple ones started to roll backwards.

"Don't faint on me!" Gilbert hissed, shaking the boy's shoulder with his extra hand. When the purple eyes reconected with his own, he squeezed his hand tighter. "It would be one less problem for me if I were to just kill you now." He continued.

But shit, he was hesitating. Why was he hesitating? Why was he sitting there, stalling time and explaining the situation to this kid? It wasn't like this was the first person he had killed! In the previous gang he'd headed in another town, he'd killed several unlucky people. And with the same knife too. So why was this kid, this strikingly beautiful young boy, causing him to stutter his movements?

When the kid opened his mouth to speak, a pale hand squeezed his shoulder harder. "Don't." The albino said, cutting the kid off. His eyes never broke from the ones beneath him. "I..." he tried, backing off a small space. Barely noticable to him, but the boy's eyes were starting to clear over. Fuck, this kid knows I'm hesitating!

"East!" He'd heard the nickname for his country called in the distance. He finally lifted his gaze from the boy, and into the direction of the flickering lamp post. It was still raining, and the water was now slipping into his eyes. However, that was his brother's voice. What was happening? Did his little brother need help?

Reluctantly, Gilbert looked again at the boy, who's gaurded eyes were still staring unblinkingly into his. However, the fear was gone, replaced with some form of confusion. "I-" the silver-haired man started again, but, at the sound of his brother's voice calling his name again, cut off. Falteringly, he removed his hands from the boy, whipped around, and stalked towards the sound.

He still felt the eyes of the boy on his back as he walked away.

AN:// Alright, so there's chapter 1 for 'ya! Hopefully it was ok. Just to clarify some things: There are 2 gangs, the Allies and the Axis, in a large oceanside city. Each member has a country name for an alias, however Germany calls Prussia 'East' (and likewise Prussia calls Germany 'West'). I think it's obvious who's on what side. The reason why they're fighting in this chapter is yet to be told. Anyways, please review with kind words, constructive criticism, or anything else you have to offer. It'll help keep me going. 'Till next time (if there will be one) folks!