A/n: I'm actually thinking of developing this one into a stand-alone story- I played Prussia, Arthur, ludwig and Felinciano~
Gilbert Beildshmti stared at the huge looming mansion before him, from this day onward, he would be working for the owner the mysteriuos Ivan Braginsky, something told him work would not be awsome, but he headed inside regard;ess A random butler walked up towards him, "Oh..Mr. Beldschmit... is waiting for you in his office..please follow me." he leads way to office, quietly.
Gilbert Nodded and complied, he was both excited and nervouse about meeting his new employer The butler opend door and then ushered Gilbert into the dimly light room.
*from behind desk* "Privet, .Beilschmidt. How are you?"
: Gilbert grinned his usual grin " awsome as ever" He said, confident as ever " And you..sir" The word 'sir' felt strangly foriegn on the albino's tounge : "I am fine." He leans slightly forward. "so why did you decide to work for me?"
Gilbert shrugged " I needed the money" He said truthfully The russian sat up alittle more "you do know this isnt a job for...well..little children. You sure you want to, da?"
" I'm not some kid!" Gilbert growled, " I can take this job on"
The russian smiled innocently "Sure..you arent going to break when you get blood on your hands, little kid?"
Gilbert hesitated for a moment, taken aback, but then once again repleid " It's nothing I havn't done before, and like I said I'm not some little kid!"
he stood up, and walked infront of him," then prove it. go and murder your best friends. then you will be accepted"
Gilbert stepped back, completely shocked " are you crazy!" he hissed, he didn't want to Kill antonio and Francis..
he bent over to meet his eyes with his, "Oh..im serious. it is either that..or Ill kill you" the dim light shown he was wearing a sadistic smile Gilbert gulped, regretting the day he had ever gotten involved with the Russian man, he wanted to stand his ground, but the thought of his younger brother's medical bill's pushed him forward " Fine then, I'll do it, you Russian bastard!" He hissed he pointed a finger to the doorway,"go. However..when you DO killed them...make sure to bring the bodies for proof."
Gilbert nodded but then paused " How will you know if they're by best friends anyway" he asked.
he went to his desk, opened up a drawer and pulled out a minila folder. he opened it to show both Francis' and Antonio's information' "I know everything" he smiled creepily again Gilbert felt his blood run cold once again, he regretted getting involved with the russian, Without another word, he turned and exited out the door-way, feeling a mixture of anger and fear.
the city was busy, people moving around,pushing and shoving to get to there destination.
In the apartment of Francis and Antonio, all wasnt still.
Gilbert walked in, an un-easy grin on his face " Hey guys.." He said.
"Hey~! How are you~?" his bubby spanish friend antonio said. gave him a side hug.
Frances looked up from his wine "Bonjour~"
Gilbert sighed, " I'm.. I'm okay.. you know I love you guys, in a bromance sort of way you know that, right" The albino asked, desperation edging into his voice.
Antonio looked at him, "hey..you look alittle paler. are you ok? do you need to sit down?" he sits his best friend on the vouvh.
" Heh, I'm always pale, I'm an Albino!" Gilbert declared uneasily " But seriuosly answer my question, you know I love you guys, right?"
: "yeah...we know. But..Gilbert..you really look uneasy..is there something bothering you?" the Frenchmman put his book down and look at him Gilbert didn't answer his question, he only continued. " So, you know that there are some things that come first, like Luddy and- yeah" Gilbert continued, e could no longer look his freinds in the eye "yeah..I know that there are somethings that need to come first..Like Ludwig. but..mon cher..seriously..what is wrong" Francis' voice was eerie serious with concern in there.
" You see.. theres somethings.. I can't explain.. and I really want you to know, that I do love you guys-" Gilbert paused, and pulled out a gun " -and that I'm sorry.."
Antonioeyes widened, "Gilbert..what..what is this?"
Gilbert looked Antonio in the eye, his eyes filling with tears, he hadn't cried in the longest time.. With perfect aim and percsion he aimed the gun, and Shot Antonio square in the head, killing him instantly. " I'm so sorry.. I wish I didn't have too.."
Antonio's body fell to the ground with a thump. Francis' eyes met his. a tear formed in the corner of his eye.
" Thank-you for everything, you where the greatest friends ever.." Gilbert raised his gun once more, and despite the fact his hands where shaking, he shot once again hitting francis squarley on the head.
Stranger: the sound of cop cars were in the distences just as Francis' body hit the ground.
Gilbert sighed, wiped his eyes, and left the bodies for someone ese to find he honestly didn't care who, by killing his freinds, he felt numb, like it was all a bad dream, slowly, he headed back to Ivan.
Early the next mourning, the paper boy walked round the apartment block, collecting his money. The Usualy irritable young brit's bad mood was increased ten-fold by the lack of sleep he had. Arthur knocked on Antonio and Francis' apartment door a little more forcibley than nessecary.
" Hey, Frog-face! Anotonio! it's time to pay up for the newspaper, I know you're in there." The British teen yelled, to what he pressumed were the two forigen men on the other side..
Arthur waited impatiently a few moments, and to his anger there cam no repley. ' There blanking me again.. bloody wankers, I need that money..!' In hi frustration, the blonde kicked the door, and to his suprise it swung wide open- it was unlocked.
" I'm coming in!" The Brit growled although he was plauged with uneaseyness. 'something was off.. what was that smell..blood?' a voice in his head told him. He tried to brush the thoughts of.
Arthur's eyes scanned the living room almost imeadetly, he spotted it; The cream coloured carpet splattered with blood, And to the horror of the young brit, two bodies lay sprawled across the floor, there covered in blood, despite the gore, Alrthur could clearley identify them.
All thoughts left the blondes mind, only blind terror remiend. He screamed.
"I seeyou forgot the bodies.. . Didnt I say to bring them? or..did I lie?" he clutched his prized weapon, a lead pipe.
Gilbert flinched, but stepped back. " There where cops all over the place, no way I could sneak out two dead bodies.. it'll be all over the news, you can visit the under takers to see them if you want!" The prussian spat, his voice dripping with venom " Infact, I bet you had your little spys watch me do it! since you seem to have been watching me all along anyway!"
he got up,raised his hand, and vicsiously smacked him,he stared at him with cold, hard eyes, "Do not ever speak to me like ..I want you to go and see the under taker's boss. Get those bodies. and bring them back to me." he sat back down at hisdesk Gilbert gasped, shocked at the sudden salp, under normal circumstances, he would slap him back, but these weren't normal circumstances " Why con't you just leave them be.. Why'd you need those body's so damn much.
Stranger: Ivan folded his hands, "are you stupid, boy? It's called can easily trace the finger prints back to your grimy ass and throw you in jail. Youll probaly even snitch on me n the slammer and ultimly death sentenced. Now. do you really want that perdicament to happen?, da" Gilbert couldn't belive, desptire the venom in his voice, the russian was still smiling happily.
Gilbert shook his head wildley, he couldn't end up in jail.. who'd look after Luddy? But he was keeping his ground on this one.. he wouldn't sink that low. " taking back the bodies, will implicate me further and you know it, Dummpenkopf, I don't know what you're playing at, but I refuse to do it, Get that?! Ja"
The Russian Regarded Gilbert for a second before murmering " ..You're not like the others, da.." With that Ivan turned and walked away. Gilbert had a feeling he'd won this one..
' Beep! Beep!' The monitor made a small sound, to represent everyone of Ludwigs heart-beats. The boy in question was lying on a hospital bed, hooked up to all sorts of wires and machines- at the moment they were the only things keeping him alive. The ventillator breathed for him, and the machinary kept his heart moving.
" veh~ Ludwig! time for a check up!" A Cheery Italian chirped. As usual the German didn't repond- he couldn't he was in a coma, never the less, the young man kept on talking, telling his Blonde friend all about what was happening, while he checked the equipment.
The Italian and the German had were best friends. When they were both at school, they always stuck together helping eachother out, Despite their differences they were inseprable- Ludwig was stoic and seriuos, while Felinciano was clumsy and cheerfull. The two even planned to go to collage together, once they gradutaed.. But then tragidy struck.
On the way home from football practice Ludwig was caught in the crossfire of a gun-fight; something that was not all that uncommon in this town. from then on he was stuck in comma teetering on the edges of life and death. That was four months ago, the doctors doubt he'l every wake up, there planning on 'pulling the plug', the mere thought made the Italian shudder. Ludwig desperatley needed an operation.. but his family just didn't have the money.. Felinciano sighed.