Chapter 3: A Russian Predicament (With Vodka)
Gilbert awoke the following morning to complete pandemonium. Though his wound was healing nicely, the blood loss was great, and his body had gone through complete shutdown over the night. It was very noisy outside the room he was in, and he wanted to know what was going on. "A…Austria?" He called out, gathering his strength to speak through his parched lips. Instead of Roderich's reply, he only heard the agonized cry that was undoubtedly the voice of the Austrian. Alarmed, Gilbert tried to get up, yelling, "Priss! What…?"
Then the door opened, and Ivan came into the room with an unconscious Austrian in tow. The Prussian collapsed back onto the bed, paralyzed by a mixture of both pain and absolute terror. "W…Wha…" He stuttered, shaking violently and scrambling to push himself into a sitting position against the wall. HE had traumatic memories of the Cold War, and even after that.
"Oh?" Ivan tilted his head slightly for a second, smiling with a curious expression of mock surprise. "We had a guest, да?" The killing intent from the Russian was unbearable. Ivan stood there for a moment, pondering about the situation. "Well, sister Belarus has Hungary…" He said, giving the droplets of blood on his hair a casual flick. "Do you mind if I return for you at a later date? Спасибо." Ivan turned around and started walking towards the door.
"Now wait you schwein! You can't just…" Gilbert was cut off as Ivan whipped around and gave him that smile that had been plastered on his face forever. The Prussian stopped, feeling powerless and not knowing what to do.
"Berlin may have survived it, but you would not last even a second against me." Ivan spoke calmly and quietly, a slight hint of amusement in his voice. "Which one of your cities should I bomb next? As for your beloved Österreicher…" Ivan held up his hand for silence when Gilbert started to protest. "Everyone knows how you feel about him. Anyway, I'm taking him to my house. That's that." The Russian spun around on his heels and marched out without looking back. All he left for the petrified Prussian was his cold smile, a feel of utter helplessness, and the lingering scent of vodka."
Translations:
да: Da (yes)
Спасибо: Spasiba (Thank you)
Schwein: (pig, or bastard)
Österreicher : (Austrian)
[[Thanks to the people who kindly reviewed! Tried writing a (slightly) longer chapter. Tell me how it was, please? ^^;; I know that this chapter wasn't the expected outcome (for some of you). I'll think of putting something else at the end so that those who didn't like this chapter will be satisfied…]]