I'm literally just going to throw everything I've writen thus far and haven't posted into the final chapter.

I sat in silence as I mulled over Natalia's words in the comfort of my prison cell. As of late, this room had become more of a haven then a cell, in my eyes. At least, when I was in here, there was less possibility of me being harmed. Sure, there was that fuckload of torture weapons off to the side, but they hadn't been used since before I was put in the infirmary.

Natalia was right in the sense that Ivan deserved to be happy; as much as I hate the guy, since what he did to me is completely unforgivable, but despite that, I didn't think he necessarily wanted to hurt me – kidnap me, sure, but not hurt me. Or maybe he did. Maybe I was just over-thinking all this shit. He had said himself that he didn't want to be here. Hell, it was blatantly obvious how miserable he actually was in his current high position. But even if that were to be true, who's the one to say I was able to grant him emotional freedom? He'd probably be killed for this, after all; decapitated with his head on a stick for being a traitor. Even though the people who worked under him seemed fond of him, in their own special way of showing it, this was still a Mafia regardless. They mean serious business. They wouldn't go disregarding the rules and mechanics of the situation just because he was their boss. It was unethical. Then again, it was highly unlikely that they haven't started to check on to Ivan's current undermining situation of affairs. Natalia had, after all. The fact that they hadn't confronted Ivan yet was thoroughly confounding.

I pinched the bridge of my nose in agitation. This whole situation was completely and utterly frustrating beyond compare. I couldn't help but wonder what Ludwig would do in this kind of predicament.

Ludwig.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I slumped against the cold wall, fully drained from the recent affairs. I had to think of a way to get Ivan to release me without having him killed, or being killed myself by his batshit insane sister. Easy enough, right? I sighed again and closed my eyes. There was also the ever-looming question of my sexuality. Sex with Ivan had been, well – fuck it. It felt amazing, if I was going to be completely honest with myself. It hurt like a bitch, sure, but I still got it up so it wasn't like it was unpleasant.

I rolled my eyes under my eyelids. Who cares anyways? Not me. I stopped caring a while ago, to be honest. I almost stopped caring about trivial things such as that all together.

"Gilbert?" a voice called, startling me out of my thoughts. I was too caught up trying to sort out the situation to notice the door opening and the heavyset Russian entering.

"Yo." I called back apathetically as I relaxed yet again.

"I was hoping to speak with you." a small smirk crept its way onto my face as I raised one of my eyebrows, prompting him to continue. With a nervous exhale, he crossed his arms behind his back, looking off to the side. "I was... hoping to possibly take you on a..." his eyes flicked back in my direction, "date... of sorts?"

To say I was surprised could be considered an understatement. It wasn't as if I hadn't thought of the possibility before, I had just figured that it was highly implausible given the current state of which I'm being kept here. Though, this date may not even be in public; hell, it's probably going to be in this very room.

"A date?" I muddled. Clearing his throat uncomfortable, Ivan gave me a curt nod.

"Er, yes. I was thinking maybe a dinner or–"

"– a dinner?" I interjected, "as in, in a restaurant?" Now was Ivan's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Yes?" he replied, eyeing me cautiously. "Is that not to your liking? I mean, we can do something else–"

"No!" I cut him off for the second time. "A dinner is fine; great, even!" Ivan's trademark smile returned to his previously worried face. Seeming pleased with himself, he gave me another nod before making his way towards the door.

"Perfect. I shall work out the details later~" With that, he was gone.

Finally, a chapter from Ivan's POV. 'bout time, right?

"Do you even understand what you are doing?"

The question pulled me out of my trance as I turned away from the window in my office to face my younger sister, Natalia. To be completely honest, I had been too overwhelmed by my progression with Gilbert to have even heard her enter the room. I was becoming sloppy; a bad sign.

"What do you mean?" I asked halfheartedly as I turned once more to look out at the garden out back. The sunflowers are starting to wilt... I thought to myself.

"I am fully certain that you know what I am referring to, Ivan." she stated, her words having a sharp edge to them. "Your little escapades with that man in the dungeon. What are you thinking? You know the what the consequences shall be if anyone else were to find out about this? What would father think? He'd be absolutely ashamed – "

"Why should I care about what father would think?" I snapped, giving her a dark glare from over my shoulder. "It's because of that man that I am in the position I'm in today. It should have been you whom he chose to take over the business. You're much more fit for this kind of job. If being happy means that I shall meet my demise in the process, so be it. I've accepted my fate and I will continue on with my chosen path."

I feel like since I'm probably never going to finish this fanfiction, I thought that I should just explain what happens so you're not left stranded on the plot.

So basically, since Gilbert had been kidnapped, Ludwig decided to get some... "backup" – ie. The Italian Mafia – to try and help him locate his missing brother. Having ties with the boss's son, Feliciano, helped him accomplish this feat.

Whilst on their date, Lovino spots Gilbert with Ivan and reports back to his brother, who them informs Ludwig. They then compose a plan to retrieve Gilbert and return him safely to his brother.

In the midst of this, however, the Italian brothers betray Ludwig and take him as a captive. Meanwhile, they set out to capture Gilbert and return him to their base.

While being captured by the Italian Mafia, Gilbert is threatened by talk of murdering Ludwig, saying they'd let him go if he gave him the information they wanted, to try and get him to share secrets about the Russian Mafia – Ivan in particular.

Feeling a stronger connection to his brother, he ends up ratting out Ivan in order to save Ludwig. Unfortunately, the Italian mob lied about releasing Ludwig and kept him as a hostage and they went to retrieve Ivan.

Eventually they return back with Ivan and beat him until he's unconscious and throw him into the room where Gilbert is being held.

When Ivan finally comes to, he realizes where he is and who he's with. He beings to lash out towards Gilbert for telling the Italian Mafia about the Russian Mafia. Gilbert pleads for forgiveness and explains the situation with his younger brother and how he's being held captive as well.

Over the course of a few days, whilst being beaten daily, Ivan comes up with a plain to escape and save both Gilbert and his little brother. I don't know what the plan is, I haven't thought of the details.

But whatever the plan was, it works and the three of them manage to get out alive (barely). Gilbert and Ludwig have a brotherly heart to heart and plan to escape the country in order to get away from being hunted down by either mobs. Ivan says he wants to come with and he has the perfect place they can hide in the meantime.

He ends up taking them both back to his house on the country side, surrounded by a large sunflower field.

While everything seems to be hunky-dory, eventually reality catches up and the Russian mob sets out to locate Ivan, when he is eventually found, he is killed on the spot, in front of Gilbert and Ludwig. Having recognized Gilbert, they kill him as well.

In the middle of the mayhem, Ludwig escapes out the back door of the house and was never seen again.

The end.

Thanks for reading until this point. Sorry I wasn't able to finish this, but I've completely lost my muse and will to write. So much has happened in the past few months and I can't get myself to write this. gomen. Maybe some day I'll finish this. But until that day, I will leave you with this.

Thanks again.