A/N Sorry guys- this is going to be solely about our hero's acomplice: Prussia. And why he's running from someone.
WARNING: Charecter death, and grafic violence against said dead charecter. (The first one out of a possible few deaths.)
And lucky you guys! You get to meet the main antagonist in this chapter!
Moscow, Russia- two months earlier
Frost covered the desolate area in a sheet of white, glistening nothingness. All except for Screams. The single thing a human being no matter what can not ignore. Except for one individual. The tall, thick man stood knee-deep in the snow. One gloved hand rested on his faithful blood-stained water pipe, the other toyed absent-mindedly at his tanned, tattered, blood-dotted scarf. The Russian was considered by most to be criminally insane; add that together with the fact that he was one of the most feared man alive and things were bound to happen.
Now this Russian had two sisters; one was his personal butcher- she would take care of anyone who got to close to him, and the other was his mechanic- the buxom young woman could fix more than the average break-down.
The girl in the blue dress leapt gracefully atop the snow, to light and quick to sink into it. Knife blade poised between thumb and forefinger she took careful aim at the victim's shoulder; a blow for damage, not to kill. Flicking the blade she sent hit spinning blade over hilt to sink into it's target with a satisfactory 'thunk'. The frosty-headed man gasped in pain before toppling down into the snow- painting a crimson splash across the white canvas. It was pitiful that he was only a couple yards from his aero-ship too.. She easily caught up to him:
"Brother! I have caught the intruder!" The small girl yelled before snatching the scroll he had clutched in his pale deathly cold fingers.
"Good," The man in the scarf said before catching up. He smiled slightly at the bleeding figure; "So why did you do this?" He said in his thick Russian accent.
"I-it was a game sir... M-me and a friend;" He motioned a weak hand over to the figure sitting in the aircraft. "We don't have very much... So we play a game of risk you see. Whoever has the most guts without dying get the share of collected items. Though I normally win- the priss can't take my awesomness."
"And that is your friend, da~?" The man said cheerily, the wounded albino nodded, "Mathias." The Russian said as he motioned with his hand to a tall spike-haired gentleman standing behind him. "Go retrieve the other one."
Mathias disappeared into the snow for somewhere close to a five minute before returning dragging a bloodied man by his shirt collar. Throwing the brunette into the snow next to the other one. The Russian nodded and the tall Norwegian retreated back into the snow storm.
"Gilbert. You moron... why did you get me involved in this damned theft." The brunette sighed, his bifocals bent; the glass cut into the man's pale skin.
"Well Roderich. It was awesome while it lasted." The Prussian smiled one of conical smiles but was interrupted when Roderich started coughing, blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth.
"J-ja. It was." The Austrian smirked.
"Sorry to interrupt this touching scene here, da. but were going to show you the game I like to play~" The Russian cut in. Lifting up the Austrian by his hair- the man grunted in complaint but stood before his partner in crime. "Any last words you would like to say, dirty thief?" The Russian spoke calmly into the brunette's ear.
"Ja. Gilbert, would you please t-tell Elizaveta that I do care about her and-" The man was interrupted by a cutlass point protruding out of the bottom of his ribcage- the hilt of the sword on the other side of the Austrian- the hilt being held by the Russian. Roderich slowly looked down to the slowly growing patch of blood growing on his shirt. Shock riddled across his pale face. The Russian slowly removed his long curved blade from the still-standing brunette. But as the last part of the blade left his body the man fell to the ground, staining the white snow red with blood.
"Verdammt... I wasn't able to get away this time.." The Austrian spoke softly, his breath fading.
"N-no!" the Prussian said before hugging the man. "W-were in your house. Next t-to your piano." He motioned out into the empty wastland; "See?"
The Austrian nodded weakly, crimson starting to gather at the corners of his mouth. "A-and Elizaveta's here too. She's scolding m-me about not wiping my shoes off before coming into the house."
"You always seemed to forget to do that." Roderich whispered, his violet eye's slowly closing.
"M-my bruder's here too, he just came back from delivering that indigo to the New World and he's telling us stories a-about the s-strange savages who drink the blood of their own kind in demonic
r-rituals." Gilbert closed his crimson eyes as tears started to overflow and drip onto the Austrian's deathly cold skin.
"R-right Roddy?" Gilbert tried to reassure himself that his friend was still there. There was no answer.
"R-right?" This time Gilbert shook him slightly. Still no reply from the brunette.
"R-R-Roderich?" The Prussian cried out as he started to shake the body. As if he shook the man's lifeless body hard enough he would wake up again and everything would be better.
"No! This can't happen! Y-you killed him! You didn't even give him time to finish!" the Prussian sobbed before cradling the man's dead form- the brunette's violet eyes partially closed from the past pain.
"Da. But that is life. Do you want to end up like him?" The Russian smiled cheerily a smudge of Roderich's blood splattered across hiss rounded cheeks. He reeks of vodka. The Prussian cautiously shook his head.
"Here it is; it is like hide and seek. I will give you a one month head-start. But just so you remember me..." The man beckoned for a second one to step up; this one was an oriental man. A long black pony-tail hanging down his back in his white over-coat.
"Wang Yao," Russia bowed, Wang returned the bow and then rolled up his sleeves. Grabbing Gilbert's shaking arm he examined the palm; the drew out a slender box decorated in strange characters the Prussian had never seen before. Removing the lid he drew out what looked to be a piece of charcoal it was shaped like a cylinder and carved with two snakes spiralling around it, Wang brought the piece of coal to his lips and whispered something inaudible into it, the he placed the piece of coal small-side-down so it stood like a column in the centre of Gilbert's hand.
As Gilbert stared at it- he could see the piece of coal started to writhe, no, the snakes on the piece of coal started to writhe. Squirming around in their black chamber. The Prussian then gasped as searing pain coursed through his arm. He felt as if the skin would melt off him it had gotten so painful- and then it stopped. Wang removed the charcoal piece from his hand and placed it carefully back into the box. Then he stepped aside. Gilbert examined his hand: A large black spot stained into his skin.
"We'll give you a month to get as far as you can. Then we'll start our hunt for you~" The Russian chuckled as they left the Prussian next to his fallen friend in the snow.
Gilbert felt his head spin as he fell into a curled-up position in the snow. Not wanting to run, fight, or bury his friend. Maybe he'd let someone find him. Or better yet, let himself freeze. He deserved it for being a coward instead of joining Roddy. But he needed to tell Elizaveta. So he forced himself to stand.
"I'm sorry Roderich. I'm going to make it up to you by killing that bastard Ivan before he gets me." Gilbert said before trudging off.
A/N Sorry to any Austria fans. I like the aristocrat too! And I'm native American, so sorry about any other racial slurs.