Chapter 5 – Just Try Me-

The sound of people talking loudly caused Alfred to wake up. He looked down at the sleeping male first, glad he was still asleep, than looked over his shoulder to see what was going on. He saw mostly people just getting up and talking about what crap they were going to get for breakfast today. He started to turn his head back and go back to sleep, but the feeling of someone slapping his back woke him up. He turned his head, pissed that someone did that when all he wanted to do was get a little more sleep.

"What the hell man?" he groaned

"Arth didn't come back in last night Alfred."

Alfred got up quickly, though he was careful not to wake the sleeping boy. He walked away from the bed so that his voice wouldn't wake him either.

"Who was the last to see Arthur?"

"He was outside talking to someone and then he was gone." One said

Worried and upset he walked out and started asking around for anyone who had seen the Englishman. No one could give him anything different then he already heard. After walking around for a while he noticed Gilbert up by the gate talking to some of the officers.

"Gilbert!"

Sighing the male looked at the American. He was in no mood to deal with his crap today.

"Have you seen Arthur?"

"What?"

"I asked if you had seen Arthur."

Gilbert walked over to the fence and tilted his head to the side. He gave the male a jester to come close, which Alfred did. Gilbert lowered his voice so that no one else could hear him talking.

"We found a group of British spies who had stolen some information from us. Information that we want back. We need to know where they are most likely headed and well knowing how well Arthur is connected with British intelligent he's being asked a few questions."

"W-where did you take him Gilbert."

"Nowhere, yet."

Alfred wanted to take a swing at him, but even if he did he wouldn't have be able to hit the smug basted. Gilbert smiled and walked off waving his hand at the male.

"Be thankful I gave you your little brother back."

Extracting information from people is done in many different ways. There can be questions asked in ways that can confuse or trick people into giving a truthful answer. People can be locked up in various types of isolation until they break. The most extreme way of extracting information is by means of torture. There are many ways of torturing a person to get the information that one wants; there is a reason that it's looked down up on and illegal in most countries. During times of war torture methods are widely used and over looked by many. Each form is different, due to the fact that everyone is different in ways they carry something out; even if one is copying or mimicking someone else, they will always have their own touch even if they don't notice it. One thing that everyone must remember about extracting information; everyone has a breaking point it is only a matter of time and methods used to reach it. If there was one thing Gilbert and Ludwig were good at it was making people reach that breaking point, no matter what. Arthur was letting his head hang, water dripping off his hair. The only thing keeping him from slipping out of the chair were the ropes that bound his chest, waist, wrist, and ankles. Ludwig was leaning against a wall, his whip in his hand, the end of it dangling on the ground covered in blood. It amused him as to how much the Englishman could stand. Arthur lifted his head which caught Ludwig's attention. Blood was dripping out of his mouth and down his cheek, and his breathing was heavy. His green eyes were the only thing that showed he wasn't going to give in to the German. Ludwig walked over and tilted his chin up so that he was looking into his eyes.

"You can't keep quiet forever Arthur. Sooner or later you'll break."

"Like I told your brother, I can take anything you can throw at me."

"Strong words for one so damaged."

Arthur laughed some but cringed when he felt the whip dig into his side. The loud cracking sound echoed off the walls of the empty room. Ludwig grabbed hold of the male's hair tugging it back roughly.

"You'll break one way or another."

He let go of him and walked out of the room, shutting the light of as he left. He walked to his room, so that he could lay down for a little. He had been up all night with the Englishman and had gotten nothing out of him. He shut his door and leaned against it, his hand on his temple. He had a headache and his nose still hurt from Alfred's elbow slamming into it. When he looked up he saw Feliciano sitting by the window looking out, a sad expression on his face. He walked over to him quietly and rested a hand on his shoulder.

"I have to go back to Italy today Ludwig."

"I know."

Feliciano turned around and looked up at the male, a few tears in his eyes. Ludwig leaned down and kissed his lips softly, it pained him to see the male crying. The soft kiss lead into a deeper one when Feliciano slipped his arms around the male's neck. Ludwig pressed the younger male against the wall, his fingers quickly unbuttoning the blue uniform shirt. The small moan that Feliciano made let Ludwig know he was not going to protest. Gilbert quietly moved away from the wall outside of the room. He was going to let his brother and the Italian have their moment, knowing that by the end of this war they might not ever have the chance again.

"So how are we feeling?"

Arthur looked up at the sound of Gilbert's voice. It was still dark in the room so he couldn't see him, but he knew that he was in there and close to him.

"Not talking still? Tell me how much can you handle? I can break your fingers one by one if you would like. Or would you rather I start by taking my knife and carving it into your flesh?"

"Do what you want, I'm not going talk."

"I love it when you let me pick."

Gilbert sat on the male's lap facing him, his hands resting on his chest. Arthur stiffened some but was not going to give into the male. He undid a few of the buttons on the male's shirt sliding his hand up the exposed flesh.

"I'll have you screaming by the time I'm done with you."

"Do your worst you bloody piece of filth."