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-Title: Army husbands
Chapter 4
Characters/ pairings
Germany-Ludwig/Italy-Feliciano
Prussia-gilbert/Canada -Matthew
England- Arthur/ France- Francis
America- Alfred/ Russia-Ivan
Romano-Lovino/Spain-Antonio
China -Yao/Japan-Kiku
Austria- Roderich/Hungary-Elizabeta
*at the Edelstein household*
Laying back Roderich stroked Elizabeta's arm. Yawing he ran his hands threw the blankets he searched for the remote. When he found it he scanned the buttons for the power channel. Frowning he stared squinting his eyes.
"Where is that damn button" he hissed not being able to see much without his glasses. Giggling Elizabeta took the remote from him turning it on in an instant. Rolling his eyes Roderich snapped it back flipping to the cnn channel.
"Today we have received news from Nigeria's head office that invaders from the north are invading the streets of villages. They are stripping the poor innocent men and women of their homes shooting them in execution style." A reporter stated with scarred eyes. As the recording showed Roderich slid on his glasses watching hundreds of men women and children get into lines and be shot one after another. Gasping Elizabeta looked away.
"Though we are not shore of what there here for we must believe it has something to do with the notorious Alexander Handon" the reporter stated angrily. Shaking his head Roderich stared at the celling listening to the reporter speak of the crimes the man has done and what must be done to stop him. 'If only it was that easy' Roderich thought to himself. The team had been on Handon's trail for years and couldn't get to him. It was just a matter of time though. Then they would all have their revenge on the bastard. That man killed two of their best seals Mr. Germania and Mr. Rome, two very good men at that. Sitting up Roderich slid on his pants walking down to his office leaving his wife in bed.
"Roderich, you just got home and your already going to work some more?" Elizabeta asked frowning. Looking back he stared at his wife a moment before heading back to his office. Her silent pleas fell on deaf ears. He couldn't just lay around when he knew a man like alexander Handon on the loose. Sighing he adjusted his glasses sitting in a large oak desk. Papers laid spreaded on the desk with maps all over the walls. He remembered quite well what Alexander did to the villages. He distinctly remembered it all.
*flash back*
Screams filled the villages fire spreading like a hurricane. Men with machete ran slicing throats off innocent young ones. Blood spreaded like a fountain of water. In the middle of a street sat Alexander Handon who watched the scene play as if it were a movie. If only he had been older. If only he hadn't been so weak he could have saved them. Crying Roderich watched as Alexander asked a man to bring his mother to his feet. He watched as his mother young and beautiful was dragged to the man's feet and was forced to bow. Tears clouded his eyes, but he could hear everything. His mother's voice pleading to be spared then the fallow of gun shots and a crackly laughter.
*end of flash back*
Staring off Roderich whipped a stray tear that dared to flow down his cheek. The past was rough but he had made it through.
*flash back*
"Sir, young man are you alive?" a voice yelled to him. Raising his head he stared at the rubble. Tears falling the young boy, himself, stood cuts and dried up wounds all over his face and chest. Staring at the line of men in uniforms he frowned. Who were they? What did they want? There was nothing left in the town. He watched as the men came closer to him. Rubbing his eyes he looked down
"Who are you?" he whimpered softly looking back up to the men tears falling faster down his already stained cheeks. With a friendly smile the men held his hand out. Staring Roderich frowned.
"Go ahead son I'm not going to hurt you" the man said softly reaching closer. Slowly, very slowly Roderich took the man's hand. Gently the tall man drug Roderich to the vehicles putting him inside. Sitting he sat near the edge of the car letting his tears fall. This was all his fault. He could have saved them if he was only stronger.
*End of flashback*
That same man became his father. Staring down he twirled a pencil between his fingers. He vowed to kill the son of a bitch that took his mother's then his adopted father's life. Much to his own sorrow the same man, Alexander Handon, killed his father through one of the raids on a town. The man was a killer and deserved to die. Squeezing his fist he crushed the pencil beneath his finger.
"I will kill you, you son of a fucking bitch" Roderich growled quietly.
*over at Ludwig Beilschmidt household*
Wrinkling his nose Ludwig breathed in threw his mouth. Something was on top of his face and he couldn't figure it out. Upon opening his eyes he got an eye full of cat hair. Groaning he jerked up Pookie clawing him in the face all the way up. Groaning he threw the cat across the bed slapping at the fur on his face.
"FELICIANOOOOOOOOO" Ludwig yelled startling his sleeping partner.
"ngh, what is wrong Ludy?" Feliciano asked yawning. Glaring Ludwig pointed at the kitten that was licking his paw.
"That cat!" Ludwig yelled annoyed.
"DON'T CALL POOKIE A CAT ONE HE IS A KITTEN TWO HE WAS FOR YOU AND THREE DO NOT YELL AT ME I AM TIRED AND DESERVE TO SLEEP IN YOU ARENT THE ONE WHO IS HAVING ALL THIS HORMONAL CHANGE AND AND AND –" Feliciano yelled panting. Ludwig stared his jaw rolling to the floor.
"Feli- mein gott, what was that all about?" Ludwig asked picking his jaw up off of the floor.
"I-n-nothing" Feliciano whispered quietly. Shaking his head Ludwig got up off the floor heading to his pager to look for messages. When it was empty Ludwig took his dirty clothes down the hall way heading to the laundry room. Hot on his trail was none other than Pookie. Glaring at the 'kitten' he stuck his tongue out. 'Stupid cat' he pouted. Who the hell decided to get a cat anywase? Shrugging he paced down the rest of the hall going down stairs. Grumbling he tossed his clothes in the washing machine setting the clothes in the dryer out to be folded. Sighing he stared at the messy house. Did Feliciano really think it was necessary to keep the house such a mess. Speaking, well theoretically thinking, what was up with Feliciano? He has been acting strange ever since he has come home. Always jumping when he rounded a corner then saying there was nothing wrong. Sighing Ludwig knew what he had to do. Talk to Antonio. Feliciano told his brother everything then said brother would tell Antonio everything. Opening his phone he dialed Antonio's number
"Hola you have reached Antonio Fernandez Carriedo but I am sorry to say that I am out please leave a message and I will get back with you as soon as possible" the recording said loudly. Sighing with a brow twitching, Ludwig placed his phone on the ironing board.
"So now you want to cheat on me with Antonio?" Feliciano's voice echoed in the room. Snapping his head up Ludwig stared shocked. Cheat? Him? Why would he want to cheat on Feliciano with that nutty Spaniard. Setting his stuff down he walked over to Feliciano.
"Feliciano tell me what is bothering you" Ludwig stated with a straight face. Feliciano seemed to be in a battle with himself.
"Ludwig….I-"Feliciano started.
*at Gilbert Beilschmidt household*
Gilbert paced the floor. What was taking Matthew so long? He swore that he never was ready on time. Glancing up at the TV he watched a reporter talking.
"today three out of six navy seals return home after saving a dying village. Looking down it brought back painful yet happy memories
*flash back*
"Run" Gilbert screamed under the rain of fire. The bullets buzzed past his shooting all over the place. Scared children cried out as they were being shot one then another then another. Grinding his teeth Gilbert ran. Hurrying past the swamps the other seals jumping past obstacles in the way of their path.
"Please" a young girl screamed blood pouring down her ears and mouth. Gilbert ran into her direction to take her along. Before he could reach her a solder from the enemies squad stabbed a machete threw her chest then pulling it out. Growling with a few tears falling Gilbert shot a round into the man's chest.
Running he grabbed the girl holding her against his chest. Her breath was shallow and faint. Looking up she grabbed gilbert's cheek with a bloody hand.
"god wees met julle" she mumbled in her language before her eyes rolled in the back of her head slumping in his arms. Laying her down her crossed her arms over her chest pulling his cross necklace off resting it over her chest. He had met her a few times before. Her name was Myobi black and she was the daughter of a well-known merchant. She was sweet as could be. It pained him that she had to die so young. Covering her body with a tattered blanket he headed off back to the others.
Bang bang bang
Gasping gilbert fell to the ground coughing up bits of blood.
"You think you could run from me?" a deep voice asked sending shivers down his spine. Spitting in the man's face. Gasping the man punched Gilbert blood flying from his face. Groaning gilbert looked away.
"Now Gilbert, that wasn't very nice" the man spat venom dripping from his lips. Smiling the man took Gilbert's chin squeezing. Groaning Gilbert turned his face looking away. Staring off thoughts of his little brother Ludwig filled his mind. Ludwig just began his training not long ago. He promised his brother that he would come back home for his wedding. Out of know where a burst of strength blasted threw his veins. Growling he kneed the man standing over him reaching for his knife that was strapped on his left leg. With a push of his arm he sent the knife through the man's throat watching him drop gagging for air. Groaning he scooted away coughing out blood. He knew he needed a doctor. Standing up he limped over to wall to survey the surroundings.
*end of flashback*
That was the most important mission of his life. Sighing he thought a little further but his mind went blank. He did know that whoever set up the raid was still out there. According to Roderich it was a man named Alexander Handon. He didn't have a clue though Roderich always blamed it on Handon. Smiling he watched as Matthew walked out wearing his usual red hoodie and a fresh pair of jeans. Rapping his arms around his new fiancé he leaned in kissing the sweet Canadian on the mouth. Ah how Matthew completed him. He was in love and it never felt better.
*at Antonio Fernandez Carriedo household*
"Lovino please come out" Antonio pleaded at the door. The door was silent. Of course this wasn't new. Every time he would say something then get punished.
"Lovino Carriedo get your Italian ass out here!" Antonio snapped. He rarely used the last name. it always bugged Lovino that he had to take antonio's last name. Growling the said Italian busted the door open.
"Don't you dare use that fucking name!" Lovino yelled stepping out with a glare. Smiling Antonio watched his husband stomp out of the room steam blowing from his ears.
"What are you going to do?" Antonio said putting a hand on his hip. There was nothing Lovino could do that would affect him.
"Oh yeah you know what I'm going to fucking do?" Lovino asked threw an angered smirk.
"yuh I want to know amour" Antonio purred saucily.
"niente sesso" Lovino snapped out. Antonio's eyes widened. NO SEX! Who the hell did he think he was?
"Lovino!" Antonio whined out loud. "That's just cruel". The Italian smiled before heading down the hall swishing his hips as he went. Grinding his teeth Antonio fallowed Lovino pouting.
Looking down he noticed Ludwig was calling. Part of him wanted to answer the other half knew Lovino would really ban him from sex. Deciding to ignore it he ran after his husband who was going outside.
*unknown location with an unknown person*
Stepping onto the soil he looked around. The wind was strong against his back. Looking around he smiled. The blood was fresh on his knife. Looking down he stared at ground. Blood was dripping down his boots. Just a few more lives and they would send him. Roderich. Laughing he thought of the boy. He had grown up so well. Recently married. Setting his gun down he looked at his men. While Roderich was chasing stupidly after Alexander Handon he missed the real danger. He would have to kill Alexander for taking all his spotlight. Laughing he walked over to a building. Screams filled the room as he entered it.
"Please, please leave me alone" the female cried out. Smiling he took he cheek. Elizabeta was it? Ah yes Roderich Edelsteins' wife was she not? Yes while Roderich was in the house he left his wife vulnerable to danger as she was gardening.
"Ah what great value you are he hummed out." His voice was like acid boiling in a fountain. Gasping Elizabeta looked up at him. His black eyes boring into her soul gulping she looked away tears falling down her cheeks.
"P-please don't hurt me my husband will do anything you want just please don't hurt me" she sobbed out. Laughing he drew back his hand slapping her across the face.
His laughter was the last thing she herd.
