Oh jeez....I have no idea why...But this fic has not wanted to be updated! O.O I have been super busy/lazy this past week because of finals/my lazy self so it's been awhile since I updated this one, eh? Well on to the chappy!
Warning: Very EPIC chappy!
Summary- As Alfred hits rock bottom in the Russian prison camp, he meets a young man named Arthur from the other side of the fence. The two begin to form a strong friendship, but it's not just a fence tearing them apart.... USXUK, RussiaXUS, and other pair.
ATTENTION: The Awesomness of this chapter is due to my new co-author RadicalAK47
Chapter Nine- Risk
"Game time, da?"
Ivan pulled out his own gun and pointed it straight at Arthur's chest.
"How about...." Ivan tapped one finger against his cheek in thought. He giggled out and glanced over at Alfred. "....Russian Roulette?"
Alfred took a sharp breath and stared at the Russian in horror. Was he serious?
Of course.....he was a sick bastard that loved to treat people like toys and break them without a care. Arthur was not taking the news very well, then again, who would? Arthur stumbled backwards and clutched his chest. He most likely knew that the Russian was very serious as well, seeing as how he killed his own men when they entered the camp.
"So, what do you think, little Alfred?" Ivan let out another cackle and stepped forward to Arthur, "A fun game, da?"
Alfred clenched his hands and growled in anger. He was about to cuss Ivan out when the Russian spoke once more.
"You know what? I think you should play as well…." he drawled, retracting his sidearm and fiddling gingerly with the cylinder. The room watched in horror as he removed 5 of the 6 bullets before closing it once more and giving it a good spin.
"Here's the deal, Alfred," he sneered, leveling the revolver at Arthur's forehead, his violet eyes glinting with madness, "Either you and your pet here come quietly and take your punishment like good boys… or we go down the line until one of your little friends here paints the walls with their brains."
Alfred's blood ran cold, his mind was racing. For the first time in his life, he was lost for words. He had never had any problems subjecting himself to punishment for the sake of saving another; he was the hero! But to bring another to the slaughter as well? Was knowingly leading his friend into danger worth the risk of losing a random life?
He looked towards the others for help with a pleading look in his eyes, but he only received horror struck looks and sidelong forlorn glances. Arthur kept his stance, squaring himself with a dignified glare at the larger man, putting off an air of no fear. But Alfred could see him breaking. His knuckles were white from holding his fists so tight, his skin was growing paler, and he was beginning to sweat.
"No…" Arthur hissed, speaking in Alfred's silence, "I wont let you hurt him."
The already palpable tension in the room turned solid as everyone had the same wordless realization…. If Alfred didn't take the bait, one of them would surely die. And Arthur had just sealed the deal.
"If you insist…" The Russian giggled menacingly as his thumb pulled black on the hammer of the revolver, smirking as it clicked into place, "This is your last chance, Alfred. Are you willing to take the risk?"
The American opened his mouth to speak, but no words would come out, no matter how much he willed it.
Ivan snickered, "Well then, lets see who's lucky day it is."
His finger slowly began to tighten around the trigger, a menacing glint in his eyes. Alfred knew he only had seconds to make himself speak, "NO!"
*click*
All was quiet, and nobody dared to move. Everyone's eyes were locked on the scene in front of them… Ivan's finger wrapped around the compressed trigger, with a very stiff Arthur staring wide-eyed at the barrel.
"Oh… would you look at that…" Ivan teased, bringing the revolver closer to his face to inspect the cylinder, "the Englishman got lucky."
Arthur exhaled in relief, not realizing he had been holding his breath for so long. His chest felt sore and compressed, his heart was beating in his throat. How long had it been since he last blinked?
"We'll go with you…" Alfred spoke up weakly, a mixture of relief and defeat in his voice, "just don't keep this stupid 'game' going."
The others in the room seemed to remember their need for oxygen as well when the large Russian nodded in aknowledgement at Alfred's remark. They were saved… for now.
Ivan raised his hand, signaling to the gun-toting soldiers standing readily behind him, "Теперь иди. Вы знаете, что делать ...Эскорт остальное обратно в свою клетку"
They immediately stepped into action, seizing the Englishman and the American, and ushering the rest out of the room. Alfred snapped back into reality when a large gloved hand clasped around his upper arm, roughly pulling him forward. The russian soldier stared at the younger man solemly before tucking his AK47 away and resting his now free hand on Alfred's shoulder, near the base of his neck.
"Сладкие мечты, Герой." He said stoically, before pressing the pressure point on Alfred's neck, causing him to drop to the cold stone floor like a ragdoll. The last thing he saw was Arthur struggling against two of guards, yelling out to him, and Ivan... grinning in the back ground.
It all went black.
"Alfred! Alfred! Wake up!"
Alfred groaned and blinked his eyes open. He immediately winced as he registered pain in his head, and an aching soreness on his neck. He couldn't see anything but black. Solid black. Not good! Not good at all. His arms were tied behind his back and legs strapped to the chair with rope. This was not new to Alfred.
"Alfred!?"
"Arthur?"
Alfred turned his head around to face where he supposed the Britain's face would be. It sounded as if he were sitting back to back to him.
"Are you also blinded and bound?"
"Yes."
Alfred shivered, his heartbeat ringing in his ears. The room's temperature was very low, most likely they were in one of the unused factories. The memories of the prior events began creeping back into his mind like a thief. The game, the soldiers.... Ivan.
"The others..." He started weakly, "what happened to the others?"
"Nothing." Arthur said coldly. "They were lead away unharmed, last I saw."
Alfred nodded, forgetting that the other man couldn't see his non-verbal aknowledgement. "How long have you been awake?"
"An hour maybe? I think we're alone, I haven't heard anyone else since the guards left us." He paused, waiting for a reply. When none came, he continued. "What do you think he's going to do?"
The American sighed. He found it strange that Ivan had wanted BOTH of them, and not just Arthur. He honestly had no clue what to expect from the sadistic Russian. "I don't want to know."
Just then, a door creaked off in the distance, and heavy footfalls could be heard echoing throughout the factory. A wave of terror... and relief crashed down upon the two captured me. On one hand, whatever coming to them had the potential to be horrifying and excruciating... yet on the other hand, it would be over with. No more waiting in anticipation.
"Whatever happens..." Alfred started in a low whisper, "promise me not to die, alright?"
"I-"
"Oh I don't think that will be a problem, da?" Ivan's voice boomed, cutting off Arthur's reply. "I have no intention of killing you. I only plan on having a little good old fashioned... how you say?... 'fun'."
Alfred swallowed hard and held his breath, something about the way he had said 'fun' was unnerving.
"Don't think I haven't noticed..." Ivan began, from the sounds of his footsteps, Alfred guessed he was circling them. He could almost see that sick sadistic grin on the man's face as he spoke. "Your little meetings at the fence, the way you look at eachother, the way you blush. I've noticed how much you two care for eachother... but I must admit, i'm curious..."
Alfred knew better then to speak up. Instead, he clenched his fists behind him and straightened his back, waiting to hear the nature of the punishment.
"I'm curious to see how much you two truely, truely... care for eachother." The footsteps stopped in front of the American. A long, miserable moment of silence passed before a large cold hand roughly clutched Alfred's throat. The Russian was now so close that he could feel his warm breath on his face, and smell the vodka on his breath. "I'm going to untie you, and you only.... and I want you to show me personally how much you love him."
HOLY CRACKERS! I hope you guys loved this chappy as much as I did! Like I said, all due in thanks to RadicalAK47! She wrote 99.6 percent of this chapter and I'm soooo thankful she has decided to be my co-author. I hope you guys are not mad..... I just drew such a blank for this chapter....
Warning: Next chappy will be suberb dark and angsty.... But You might love it!
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