Hiya, sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been getting ready for my dad's wedding….for some reason I have been obsessing over the songs lollipop by Mika and Mama by my chemical romance, then I got sucked into this sufin story and it pissed me off the author not updating, lol oh well I'll have to wait, but it was an amazing story. Anywase I shall continue on with the story.
I do not own the characters.
CHAPTER: 7
Characters/ parings
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
*down in the jungle preparing for first invasion*
The men whipped the paint on each of their faces preparing to hide if necessary. All had a serious face plastered on their mind.
"One of is going down" Roderich growled to himself. Looking to his right he saw all of his team mates. They were a good group of men. He was going to do everything in his power to keep from losing them. Francis stood next to Kiku both holding there WA2000(snipers) close. A few spaces over sat Ivan and Antonio discussing the battle plan layouts. All of their plans had changed as soon as Ludwig gave the photos from the spy drone.
*flash back*
Antonio sat next to Ivan going over their notes. Antonio's brows were furrowed arguing with Ivan's ideas.
"We can't do that Ivan it's too risky." Antonio countered looking up at the Russian.
"No, we have to or we will risk getting Elizabeta killed" Ivan snapped frowning for the first time that day.
Ludwig watched as the two bickered over their ideas. Clearing his throat loudly he scratched the back of his neck. The two snapped out of their bickering looking at him.
"I got the photos from Francis" Ludwig stated setting them on the make shift desk sliding out of the room. Sighing the two stared at the photos.
"Okay so it looks like there are four main doors, two on the back one at the front and one underground one leading to a tunnel that looks about a mile away." Antonio stated shifting the glasses on his face. Looking up he studied the pictures Ivan had.
"Da, that's what I'm seeing to. So we can set Francis up on one side and Kiku can be set up at the end of the tunnel in case some try to escape. You and I can go through the back then Gilbert and Ludwig can go through the front. I think instead of using gas or grenades, they should be stealthy so that many don't go through the tunnel for Kiku. Unless we set Kiku up at the front and have Gilbert and Ludwig go through the tunnel to clear it out then set a claymore up at the end so no one can do a surprise attack. Then we can start it all busting through the back and take out every one there. It will alarm the others so we'll have to act quickly" Ivan spoke Antonio soaking it in
"Yeah that sounds good I wrote it down" Antonio sighed off standing. The two walked to the up deck gathering the other.
"Alright men" Roderich started scanning the notes quickly "here is the plan". He paused furrowing his brows trying to read the hand writing. Blushing Antonio looked down Ivan patting him on the back. Twitching Antonio took a step away.
"Okay, Antonio work on your hand writing please that's worse than Feliciano's and his is barely readable" Roderich said ignoring Ludwig's grunt of agreement "Francis you are going to be on the side that is facing the window, Kiku you are going to be set up in the front with your WA2000 and a RPG with you just in case. Ludwig, Gilbert you two are going to go through the tunnel and set up a claymore so you don't have a surprise attack come up on yall. As yall already know, Antonio and Ivan, You're going to go through the back with FAMAS." Each man went through his own thoughts separating their thoughts in little folders in their brain.
"Alright let's get going, ja?" Gilbert said standing up. They separated running their ways. Francis ran quickly down the trees hearing the others run off. Sniffing he could smell smoke. Stopping he looked up at the building he had been closing in on. Craning his neck he could see a few men through the trees. The spoke quickly smoking their cigars. Francis took note of how many there were then slid to the ground readying his sniper. Lifting it up slowly he looked through his scope counting to five then took the shots.
One, two, then three fell. Thankfully he had put the silencer on earlier. Standing he ran to the bodies making shore they were dead. When he got no pulse he sliced their throats to be careful. He watched as pools of blood fell slowly down their necks. Shaking his head he ran to his destination setting up in a tree that was level to the windows. Switching his radio on he mumbled that 'he was in position'.
Kiku watched the men take their leave them ran off him-self holding his WA2000 close. He headed down the trees weaving in and out of them. Looking off he saw the spot he was assigned. He was a bit surprised to be assigned at the front of the building when that was Francis usual assigned area. Looking off he halted. There was smoke? He hoped that the building wasn't burning anywhere. Looking back to his area he set the RPG up then set his sniper with it. Climbing into the brush he mumbled 'he was ready' on the radio.
Antonio and Ivan had been the first to take off. Antonio in front, Ivan in the back glancing over his shoulder now and again. Frowning they set up at the back of the building. Setting up a few claymores they looked around. Both reported that were in position. Looking around Antonio double checked the area standing against the building.
"Do you see that smoke?" Antonio asked scratching his back.
"Da" came the short reply. Ivan walked to the side of the building poking his head around. Clear. It seemed so weird too see no one here to be a hostage married to a navy seal. Shrugging he looked off waiting for the command to go in.
Ludwig, Gilbert, and Roderich ran down to the tunnel. Looking around they knifed a few men who stood in their way. They quickly set up the claymores heading down the tunnel. Looking around they noticed it was covered in scrap metal.
"Oi, Bruder watch where you fire, don't want a bullet to bounce of the walls and hit you, ja" Gilbert stated knocking on a little bit of the metal when they stopped. The other two scanned the area before stepping further.
"Alright let's go!" Roderich whispered running in. Frowning Ludwig ran after him. Bullets lashed out before they had a chance to even blink. Gasping Ludwig grabbed Gilbert jumping behind a building. Growling they shot at the men.
"Oi, you okay Black eagle?" Gilbert called out to Roderich.
"Ja" Roderich yelled over the fire. Yelling out he jumped out shooting everywhere. Soon after Antonio and Ivan busted in the building hearing the shots. Their shots rang out. Ludwig sat on one knee controlling the machine gun. Behind him was Gilbert shooting his gun. Groaning men one after another dropped like flies. They advanced down the hall searching for Elizabeta.
"Clear" they yelled going through each room. Ludwig ran into the room gasping at the dead body that hung from a rope. Turning he threw up. The room stunk of blood and death. Turning he stared at Alexander Handon's body. There was blood all over the floor along with a hand a few fingers and toes strung around like trash in an office. Groaning he stared.
A few doors down Gilbert stood. Her body was there. Her body strung across the ground. Dress torn and ripped all over.
"I-I found her" Gilbert choked out. Gulping he turned. She had lost a few fingers. Clenching his stomach he threw up all his worth.
"My god!" Antonio hissed at the scene. Looking away he watched Roderich enter the room slowly. Tears rolled down his cheeks. Falling to his knees he picked her body up as it lay limp. She was cold and lifeless. Lips quivering he sat her down ripping his badges off. Each man watched him their hearts aching as well. Screaming out he slammed his fist down onto the ground.
"WHY?" Roderich screamed tears falling like rivers down his cheeks. Looking down he bent over holding her close to him. Ludwig looked down grabbing Gilberts shoulder pulling him to him. He needed his brother to be there. Tears rolled down his face as he hugged his brother for fear of not being able to stand. Ivan had been the only one not to cry. His face was straight as if nothing was happening. Antonio had Francis in his arms tears shedding from his face.
No one planned what had happened next. The gun shot rang threw the whole room. Gasping the men looked up watching Roderich wide eyes fall closed as he slump to the ground. Each stood paralyzed. Their mouths dropped as they watched blood fall from his mouth. They just stood there unable to move.
"Mein gott" Ludwig cried out rushing to Roderich searching for a pulse. None was found. Tears fell from his face rolling down Roderich chin then dispersing to the concrete.
*a few hours later returning home*
Each man stepped of the plane silenced. Their faces pail with pain. Their eyes puffy from all the tears they cried. Roderich and Elizabeta's bodies were placed in a bag to be cleaned up. The husbands stood there watching their husbands walk. When they had spotted the bodies they broke out in tears. It was hard to see who was hurt the most between Feliciano and Arthur. Closing his eyes Ivan staggered over to a wall squeezing his fist. He was on the brink of crying, but he refused to do it in front of anyone.
*later at the Braginski household*
Ivan and Alfred prepared for the funeral. To Alfred's surprise Ivan broke down falling to his knees.
"I-Ivan?" Alfred cried out falling to his knees letting Ivan pull him close. For the first time in his life he watched his husband cry. They were the most heart breaking things Alfred had ever seen. Tears fell from his face. Hugging Ivan close they cried together.
"I will never let you out of might sight, sunflower" Ivan cried out shaking.
*at the Ludwig Beilschmidt household*
Ludwig sat in his uniform staring out the window Feliciano behind him. Sighing, Ludwig felt tears fall down his face. Squeezing his fist he slammed them on the table scarring Feliciano. After a string of screamed cursing, Ludwig took Feliciano in his arms.
"Mein gott, I'm so sorry Feliciano" Ludwig mumbled laying his head on Feliciano's shoulder. The Italian seemed to understand so he gently nodded rubbing the bottom of Ludwig's back.
*at the Gilbert Beilschmidt household*
Gilbert whipped the remainder of blood off his hands. He twitched every time he blinked. Every time he closed his eyes he saw their bodies lying there. Running his fingers though his hair he sniffed. A major headache came full blast on him. Slamming his fist down onto the table he let tears slip from the slits of his eyes. Matthew stood behind him holding him close. His head lay between Gilbert's shoulder blades.
"I don't know what I'm gunna do birdy" Gilbert mumbled out with a sigh. With a nod Matthew rubbed circles around Gilbert's sides.
"We'll get threw it together" Matthew whispered kissing his back.
*over at the Honda Household*
Kiku sighed sliding on his uniform. Whipping the tears that had fallen he slid into his uniform preparing for the funeral.
"How are you, aru?" Yao asked rapping an arm around him. Looking up Kiku gave a depressed smile shrugging slightly.
"Fine, thank you" he brushed out. Kiku want near as upset as the others but he was still upset. He had enjoyed Mrs. Elizabeta's attetion. Then there was Roderich. The man was like his own brother. He really cared for the man. Frowning he sighed combing his hair turning to head out of the house.
*over at the Lime zero gas station*
Antonio and Francis walked out of the restroom adjusting their uniform. Arthur and Lovino paying for the drinks they bought.
"Let's go" Francis stated taking Arthur's hand tightly. Wincing, the brit fallowed quietly. Antonio slung an arm around Lovino's shoulder fallowing the other two. Getting in the front next to Francis, Antonio opened up his bible searching for Roderich's favorite verse. Scanning he found it then marked the page and the verse ready to read it at the funeral. Each sat quietly staring out their respected windows.
*at an unknown location*
He sat their smiling. What a foolish kid he was. Roderich. Damn idiot. He thought it was Alexander Handon who had his wife. Well he fucking proved him wrong. Stroking his chin he drank Elizabeta's blood from his golden cup. Licking his bottom lip he frowned. He wasn't expecting Roderich to kill himself though. He was hoping Roderich could watch as he took out one after another of his team till he was alone. Sighing he stroked the base of the cup. Glaring he threw the cup across the room blood flying all over the ground. A loud clinked throughout the room. Standing he stepped down from the throne walking down the stairs stepping over the puddle of blood.
So, sorry for the depressing chapter. I just felt like I really needed to get a jump on things. Hopefully the next chapter will be updated soon. It's going to be mainly the funeral and what's going to happen after that. And like I said sorry for the grammar issues I have presented. I am trying I really am. Anywase thanks for reading and till next time.
I will also try to make them longer than how I have been making them.