Ahem… uh please note I am not the one that called Onee-Chan a review whore… that was a disturbing ending note dude…People are gonna think I write fanfics with a junkie now. And yes, I would kill you if you didn't update.
Kiddies please tell me she took to fucking long! Like, we usually updated every few days! Now its weeks! NEIN! THAT'S BULLSHIT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! HOW DID WE GET MORE CHAPTERS DONE WHILE IN SCHOOL FOR 8 HOURS, FOLLOWED BY HOMEWORK! HOW? EH? EH?!
*proceeds to throw a bitch fit*
Ah well please enjoy the chapter.
Uh… we don't own Hetalia.
Chapter 8
Yao led the slightly trembling Toris to Feliks and Gil who were down in the shooting range.
Feliks heard them approaching and looked away from Emil and Gilbert.
"This is Toris aru" he said before turning and leaving.
"Like hi!" Feliks said flouncing over to him.
He waved a hello.
Gilbert looked up to the new man and Feliks.
"Oi Feliks! We're teaching this kid how to shoot!" he yelled.
"Like yeah totally." he said, only half listening. He began talking to Toris.
Gilbert glared, the gun Emil was using now was a sawed off, something Feliks was familiar with, not Gil.
"Tell him how to shoot this." Gilbert said growing angry.
"Like point and shoot" he said waving his hand and talking to the shaking man.
"Can he shoot you?" Gilbert asked.
"Hm? Like yeah sure." he said.
"If you weren't my friend I may actually have him do that" he growled.
He leaned on the shooting table, the kid looked at him.
"Alright pick the gun up but keep it downrange so you don't shoot one of us." he instructed.
"Now get the stock, the back part in your shoulder, make sure it's not on the bone or else you'll be feeling that." he said.
Emil shifted the gun and looked to Gilbert.
"Now lean forward a little, put you face to the stock, and look down that barrel" Gilbert said, looking over to Feliks, who was standing close to Toris.
A little too close.
He looked back to the new kid "Now flick the safety off and moved your finger to the trigger. When you're ready, shoot." Gilbert said watching the kid.
He moved his finger onto the guns trigger and pulled, the shot echoing in the room.
Emil looked at his target, pleased to see he hit it.
Gilbert frowned "We have a lot of work to do with you. Now shoot the other rounds in there."
Five more shots followed, the paper target was that of a human and all the shots were in the stomach or missed.
"You have four misses and two hits" Gilbert said examining the paper.
"Gil you like totally suck at teaching" Feliks remarked looking at the paper.
"I don't use shotguns!" Gilbert yelled.
"Well me and Toris are like totally going to go for a walk so bye!" Feliks said before grabbing the man's wrist and running away with him.
Gilbert glared at their retreating backs.
"Eject the last shell." he ordered.
It fell to the floor, clicking around in the silence.
Unsure of what to have him do next Gilbert got more shells.
"Put the safety on, I down want to explain to Ivan why there's a hole in the ground. Metal end of the shell towards you. Now side forward. Good, load the other five shells from the bottom now. Right like that." he said watching.
Emil raised the gun to shoot again, following Gilbert's steps from before.
He hit the target, his shots now in the head and chest.
"Better. Now try this." he said getting a semi-automatic assault rifle "This is the new gun Ivan got for us gunners. Slide the magazine in, safety off, and you shoot that from the side or else your shoulder will look like raw meat"
Emil held the gun; Gilbert moved his arms a bit until he held it correctly.
"Now shoot." he said.
The gun went off, about ten rounds in the few seconds. He stopped shooting, surprised at the quickness of the gun.
Gilbert looked at the clock on the wall. "Good enough for today. Pull that switch and take off the clip." he ordered.
Not staying to see how Emil did with that he walked off, stalking to his and Feliks room in the headquarters.
Back in the hospital Ludwig stared blankly at the wall.
"What type of shop do I own…? I… I'm a cop not a shopkeeper!" he protested.
"What about a wurst shop?" Feli offered.
He pondered it a moment, the idea wasn't too bad.
"So Feli… the mob is why I'm hurt?" he asked.
He nodded. Ludwig's eyes narrowed "I hope the guy who did this gets busted." he grumbled.
Feli suddenly felt sick. He ordered Lilli to kill Michelle… so it was his fault that Ludwig got hurt.
"Feli?" Ludwig called seeing the Italian grow pale.
"I-I got to go Luddy…" he said, running from the room then from the hospital into the pre-dawn light.
A call rang through the halls and Antonio rushed into Romano and Feli's office to answer it.
"Si?" he answered.
A wailing Italian on the other end signaled it was Feli. "Feliciano! Shh calm down!" Antonio said into the phone.
"C-car." he sobbed out before hanging up.
"Sadiq! Go get Feli from the hospital!" he yelled.
He heard shuffling signaling the man moving to go follow orders. He looked out the window, to see the sun was beginning to rise.
Footsteps came from behind and Antonio turned around. Romano stood in the doorway.
"Why hello Lovi!" he called happily.
"Where's my fratello?" he asked coldly.
"Sadiq is on his way to get him, he just called." Antonio answered.
"The weapons I told you to get?"
"Should be here shortly, or else there will be a… problem that I will resolve."
Romano nodded "And don't call me Lovi!" he yelled before turning and walking away.
Antonio smiled "Of course."
He heard a truck rumbled and he turned around to see his shipment coming.
"Lars, Carlos, let's go get those guns" he said walking briskly down the stairs to the truck.
A shaking and nervous man stood there.
"Do we have everything I ordered?" Antonio asked, flicking his knife out.
The man's eyes widened in fear and he took a step back.
Antonio merely leaned against the truck and fiddled with the blade.
"I-I have f-four Glocks… A-and 6 Sig Saur… T-the sniper with silencer… and 12 autos." the man stammered looking at a list.
"Ammunition?" Antonio asked.
"H-hundred rounds for each g-gun" he replied.
"Specialty?' Antonio asked looking at him.
"Three c-cases of smoke bombs…t-two flash bombs… a-and a dart gun w-w-with barb (Barb, drug that makes you immobile and at ease, like sleep. But you are conscious and if someone talks you answer truthfully but when you 'wake up' you don't remember anything of the incident)
Antonio nodded "Very good mi amigo." he said.
"M-my family is safe?" he asked.
Antonio nodded "For now yes."
With that he walked off as Lars and Carlos unloaded the boxes of guns.
Across town and in Russian territory Gilbert stood in front of the tall Russian.
"Where is Feliks da?"
"He isn't here" Gilbert answered, being vague.
Ivan smiled cruelly "You should answer me" a pipe swung and hit Gilbert in the side of the head.
He fell to the floor, blood trickling down the side of his face.
A heavy foot fell onto the albino's back, he screamed.
"You will find Feliks and Toris and bring them here da?" Ivan more demanded than asked.
"I don't know where they are" he gasped out.
Metal stuck his head again and he felt like blacking out.
"Find Feliks and Toris. Or it will be your brother you'll be finding and he won't be living." Ivan said darkly, picking up the albino and throwing him from the room.
The door slammed and Gilbert picked himself up from the floor.
He cursed Feliks for leaving without him behind, and he cursed Toris for going with him. Feliks really put Gilbert in a bad spot.
"I am the only one that runs amuck with Feliks" he growled shuffling out the door of the building to find his friend and Toris.
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