Ha! There's actually a little length to this story! (barely) I hope you enjoy! Things are slightly settling down. I don't know why but I'm really happy because my dad got the guitar my grandpa was trying to fix up before he passed away. It's actually a Japanese made guitar and I just sat around hugging it for a while. See aren't we just all happy today? You get a chapter! OMG and I want to thank my beta *hardcore serious face*. You're just too awesome. That's right I salute you! Um so carry on my friends!
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What?
That's all that could register in Ivan's mind.
"Not again! Never again!" Alfred shouted, pushing his gun painfully deeper into Ivan's mouth.
Am I going to die? Why is he acting like this so suddenly?
The thought echoed in his mind.
Something tickled Ivan's memories. Alfred mentioned something about a condition…Wait…His eyes widened in realization.
Violet eyes met dilated blue ones.
Alfred…
"Don't do it!" Feliciano's voice came as a screech.
It startled Alfred greatly as his wild eyes looked over at him confused.
"Feliciano, what are you doing?" Ludwig hissed grabbing his arm.
He snatched his arm back and started to run towards the American. It seemed Alfred didn't understand where he was and unconsciously tried to point his gun at Feliciano but by the time he could point it properly the Italian was hugging him.
"Please Alfred, don't kill Ivan. I'm sure what ever happened you guys can fix it! Please stop! We should be happy we survived the attack! Please!"
Alfred blinked a few times. "What? Feli? I swore I was back in- … That day… Just like-" He brought up a hand to cover his eyes, his breath coming out short and labored.
"Are you ok?" Feliciano asked releasing Alfred.
He wobbled a bit and said he was okay but his injured shoulder was saying otherwise.
"You're a terrible liar, comrade." Ivan said, picking him up bridal style.
"Indeed. You're bleeding profusely." Ludwig added, finally joining the small group. "Kiku should be here any moment."
Alfred's eyes started to feel heavy. He giggled. "You guys are talking about this like we're talking about the weather." His eyes slid shut.
"Alfred can you hear me?" Feliciano asked, poking him lightly. No response. "AHHHHHH, LUDWIG HE'S DEAD!"
"SILENCE! HE IS NOT! He just lost a lot of blood but not enough at the moment to kill him!" The German shouted. He paused. "I must say you're taking this situation better than I thought Ivan."
"Oh am I?" Ivan smiled childishly. An ominous aura surrounded him when he looked down at the American he held in his arms. "Kol kol kol..."
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"We're going to die, aren't we, Alfred?"
"Don't say that!" Alfred said, shifting slightly to sit next to his partner. He ignored the pain he felt. Bloody bandages were loosely wrapped around the wounds of the soldiers-serious wounds. Alfred had broken his leg recently but his attitude and determination for freedom hadn't changed and that was what his platoon looked up at him for…if they were still alive, that was.
"I'm gonna get you out of here, Arthur. If it' the last thing I do, I'm going to get you out."
"But what about you, Captain?" Arthur whispered sadly.
A small smile graced his lips. "Why, Lt. Kirkland, you should know better. I always put my men before me."
Arthur's eyes started to get teary. "I'll keep up my hopes then."
"Is that so?" Came a heavy accent voice "We'll have to change that."
A man appeared and bagged Arthur's head.
"No! Don't!" Alfred screamed. "Torture me! Do it to me! Just leave him alone!"
There was a pause.
"Very well. Do not regret your words."
Arthur was shoved on the ground, head free from the bag.
"You idiot, what are you doing!" he shouted.
"What's right." Alfred whispered.
Then came the pain.
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"He's fighting back too much! Mr. Branginsky, hold him down."
"Ve~!Ve~! Is he going to be okay? He can't die! He was so nice to me! ALFRED DON'T DIEEEE!"
"FOR THE LOVE OF- He's not going to die! If you don't calm down I won't let you eat pasta for a month!"
"Da…That is, if his thick skull of his can survive a bash from my pipe for the panic he has caused me."
Huh? Is that Ivan? I think I heard Feliciano and Ludwig too.
Alfred gave a weak groan.
"He's calming down, but to be conscious so soon?"
I don't recognize that voice.
"Who…are you?" Alfred mumbled.
"Oh, I'm Kiku Honda. I'm Ludwig's personal doctor."
"Right, that makes sense," he said with a weak smile.
"Try opening your eyes, Mr. Jones." Kiku said, lightly tapping his forehead.
It difficult at first; the light was so blinding Alfred hissed in displeasure. Eventually his eyes adjusted and took in his surroundings. He was what he presumed in a clinic from the gurney he laid on and other gadgets you normally saw in a hospital but the room wasn't the usual white you would see. Instead, it had a homey feeling, with wooden floors and a light pale brown color for walls. There were a few chairs scattered around the room and a small table near a corner. A portrait of roses caught Alfred's attention on a wall on the opposite of the room until he saw the circle of faces watching him.
"Um…Hi?"
"Hm, he's stable. He'll be fine." an Asian with short black hair said, waving a small light in his eyes. Alfred assumed he was the doctor.
"Alfred you're alright!" Feliciano wailed. Tears streamed profusely down his face.
"Hey, of course I am! Heroes don't die! But I ain't a hero if the person I protect is hurt. Are you alright?"
Ludwig cut in before the Italian had another chance to breakdown about nothing.
"Yes, yes, we came out unharmed. I'm impressed, Mr. Jones. I hope you will continue working with me even after this unfortunate event, on your first day no less."
"I've been through worse." Alfred said almost mechanically.
"Nyet, not after I'm done with you" Ivan said suddenly. "I want to talk to him alone…Now."
Ludwig nodded and walked out of the room with Feliciano. Before Kiku left, he paused a moment in front of the exit.
"Mr. Branginsky, be sure you don't reopen the wounds. He's been through a lot of stress today."
"I'm well aware of that." the Russian responded coldly.
A shiver ran down Alfred's spin.
Ah, fuck…
They were alone.
"You put a gun down my throat, comrade. Explain or else."
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So…how'd this go? You like no? It's not the best but the story must go on! I hope Easter was pleasant for you all and a happy late birthday to England. Before I go I'll have you know idea offers for this story would be a great help right about now so this is my plea of official help. *cough* ahem. Help! If not I'm flexible and can work things out. You guys are my confidence! ~Ciao
