Now this chapter I really don't know what to say about it. But i'll break it down. So this get's split into POV's of 4 of the characters just because magically at some point Gilbert get's knocked out and because I fail majorly at writing like somebody is telling the story instead of first person. This is the second to last chapter =n= i kinda don't want it to be but always remember THERE WILL BE MORE TO IT! and all of the extra bits to this will have songs which inspired it because I'm just so cool like that (it's all lies) and oh yeah for everybody's POV they will have asong.

SUE ME! they all see the situation the same but different =3= well the (how dare i say this) the ukes see this differently... okay maybe america and england see eye to eye on the situation because they actually took the time to think it out.

ppssshhh man I ramble. =3=
after this I'm hitting up tumblr for some RusPrus fanart because after writing this i was all ~sob sob~.

song~
Bodies
Drowing Pool


~hours before the initial invasion.

"England, Norway, France you will be the ones to get the house opened." Denmark said with a beer in one hand and a very bored looking Norwegian in the other.

"And what makes you think we'll be the ones to do that twat?" England glowered.

"Well missy, your best butt buddy has been talking to me and I know damn sure you can do all that weird magical shit that my Niels does correct?"

"I guess that's tr-"

"EH! But what about me Danemark? I don't think I could stay around with those two connards." France sighed flipping his hair over his shoulder.

"Don't give us that crap bro all of us know you're a decent spy when you want to be." America rolled his eyes and looked at the other sheet. "The rest of us will do the hard work you three can be our back-up."

The Brit, Norwegian and Frenchman all stared at the Dane and American blankly.

"I'll do it as long as I can top next time Mathias." Norway said looking away.

France and England groaned at the thought of having to work with each other.

"Okay we'll do it too." Arthur growled tipping his tea on Americas head.


The snow came heavy and Norway panted beside England.

"This is impossible, and much too tiring." Norway wiped his forehead. "Fucking Russia and his magic."

"I absolutely agree with you on that." England grimaced at the Frenchman who casually looked back up at him with a smile.

"What's wrong Angleterre?"

"Fuck you blasted frog."

The Norwegian and Englishman tried once more before giving up.

"Fuck this let's just go old school." Norway adjusted his hat before strolling up to the house. "OI LITHUANIA!"

"He's been with Norway much too long..." England held a baton above hsi head as he struck the surprised brunette around the back of the head.


The nations burst into the room, all of them nearly stopped in their tracks. A pair of Purple eyes and a pair of purple eyes flecked with red glared at them, tracks of tears down both of their faces as they pointed guns at the four intruders. On Gilbert's neck lay a deep wound which led a river of pulsing blood stream down the white canvas of his body, Russia's slightly darker torso also had evidence of the same wound.

In a split second their guns went off.

Demark fell to the ground first as his thigh ripped up from the bullets another shot hit America's side and more bullets flew as they hit the Canadian and German on either side of them. Germany grunted and lifted his own weapon before flying towards the pair on the bed, one arm gushed out with blood but the adrenaline in all the nations system disabled them from feeling the pain.

A blade came to Germany's neck as a female growled in his face.

"Go near my brother and I'll kill you where you stand." Belarus's teeth gleamed in the light and her blade dug into his neck, droplets fell from a nick she'd created to prove her point.

A hockey stick came out of nowhere and whacked the bloodthirsty blonde in the stomach before somebody yelled at Germany to hurry the fuck up.

Gilbert and Ivan had both ditched their guns and lifted their blood stained pipes to strike the incoming intruders. Denmark had gotten to his feet and helped America pin Russia down as both Germany and Canada went in to knock out Gilbert.

"NYET! LET ME GO!" Gilbert screamed thrashing in the tight grip of the Canadian. He tilted his head to glance at an unconscious Ivan. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HIM?"

"Bruder you're coming come if you like it or not." Germany took hold of the hockey stick Canada once had and hit Gilbert around the head.

Blood dripped out of the contact zone as Gilbert's head hit back on the carpet.

Xxx

America's POV

song~
Justice and Mercy
Flyleaf.

I tied the last knot with help from Mathias. Ivan lay in his bed tied down pretty good he couldn't get out of that until his mental little sister woke up or one of the Baltic's. I patted our handiwork and gave a weak smile to the Dane.

"Hey you better go find Norway, make sure he's okay." I rocked back on the balls of my feet.

"Tak." Mathias returned the smile with a grateful one and put his good hand on my shoulder. "We need to talk about this later."

"Of course."

He dropped his arm and left the room. Behind me even after Mathias had left I heard frantic breathing. Turning around I saw green eyes watching from the door way as Russia was tied down to his bed and Kaliningrad was thrown like a ragdoll over Germany's shoulder. Blood coated everybody in the room, it looked like something you'd find in a massacre, and it wasn't much different. Not all the justice in the world or heroism was worth the expression on Arthur's face.

"Babe are you okay?" I walked out to look at the terrified Englishman.

"What did we just do, this could have very bad effects later on. Why did we even agree to this why?" Arthur looked up with tears in the corners of his eyes.

"England-"

"This will be scarring to both of them and we just leave them-"

"ARTHUR!" I dragged him into my chest. "Relax you and I both know what's going to happen you even stated the outcome yourself."

"It's going to be dangerous for the rest of the world and what if M-"

"Look if he gets involved it's not our fault. I mean I'm not going to like it anymore than you will when he gets his heart broken but-"

"This isn't right it's all because bloody Germany wouldn't listen to us."

"We can't change that now." I wrapped an arm around his back to hug him tighter. Arthur's slim arms dodged my wounds on my waist as he clung helplessly to me. His shoulders shook violently while he cried into my jacket.

"I don't want to see how everything is going to turn out." He sniffed looking up at me.

"I know Iggy, I know."

Xxx

France's POV.

song~
Carjack my heart
Dance Movie

Turning the corner's down the hallways I searched for the Canadian whose sobs I could hear from the end of the stairs. England had left long ago to find America whilst Norway said Denmark would be sure to find him where he was.

Finally a red hoodie caught my sight.

"Mathieu, why are you crying?" I ran up to the sobbing blonde.

"I can't believe I just hit him." Canada took off his glasses and stared up at me his bright eyes expressed so many raging emotions my heart broke at the twisted expression on his face, quickly I embraced him.

"It was all for the best Mon Cher."

After a moment of silence he began to tremble. He whispered no into my ear before pushing me away.

"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?" Canada yelled in my face, his mouth in a tight scowl. "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW THAT PAPA? HOW?"

It hit me.

"Do you feel for Gilbert, Matthieu?" I put my hands on either side of his face. His tear came hot on my hands.

"Oui." He growled trying to pull my hands from his face.

I shook in i don't even know, anger, rage, sadness... He loved another man. I nodded with a tight frown.

"Go." I muttered turning away from him. I half expected him to turn me around and he walked around me and held my face, his sweaty palms caressed my cheekbones.

"Don't be so sad, I still love you more than anything." He smiled and leaned in to give me a kiss. I kissed back weakly my lisp still trembled. "I'll see you soon."

The sad music of his footsteps running away from me was all i was gifted leaving me alone completely he turned to face me.

"You don't have any idea what's going to happen next do you?" He whispered lookingat me with fearful eyes.

I shook my head and felt it fall forward.

"Here I thought you would know."

He was right.

I didn't have a clue what would happen.

Xxx

Denmark's POV

song~
Peacemaker
Greenday

I walked down the winding staircase slowly not giving two shits about the trail of blood I was most likely leaving behind me I needed to find my Norge.

Niels sat staring at the bound Baltic trio blankly his violet eyes showed zero emotion. He barely took notice of anything as I took a seat beside him. He turned to look at me only to push my hair out of my face.

"As much as I love seeing your hair like this I want to see your face." He muttered turning his gaze back to the knotted heap of Latvian, Lithuanian, and Estonian. "How was it."

"Man it was mental in there." I sighed putting my one working arm behind my head. "But Germany got him all good I think their leaving to go back now."

"It didn't go as smoothly as Germany had predicted huh?"

I shook my head.

"Did you know Gilbert let me top that time when we were drunk because of my eye colour that night?"

"EH?" Whoa I never heard this before...

"Apparently they looked really purple. He told me they reminded him of Russia's." Niels shifted to sit on his knees. "I feel kind of bad for taking his happiness away from him."

"We had to do it."

"I know that." He didn't take his gaze away from the limp figures leaning against each other. "And now I worry for what's going to happen next, what if you get worse than this eh? And not just to you, but you as a country Mathias."

I gave a surprised laugh. "Whoa since when did you care what happened to me Niels?"

"I have for a very long time." Niels looked at me and I'm pretty sure I had an unsure lopsided smile glued to my face. "Tch, I'll clean you up when we get home."

"Home?"

"Your house dumbass."

I grinned.

Niels gave me a tiny smile and ripped up a piece of cloth from my tattered shirt and slowly began to wind it around my leg, another rip and he started on my arm.

"That'll do for now." Timidly he shuffled into my side, grinned wider I hugged him back and put my chin on top of his sailor hat.

"Untie that bunch and we'll go eh?"

"Ok." Norway flicked his wrists and the bounds on the Baltic's bodies dropped to the ground in a knotted heap.

Xxx

Germany's POV

song~
Enemy
Flyleaf

I panted as I walked across the Russian forests the figure on my back was heavier than the last times I had been made to carry him.

Oh yeah Gilbert had grown since deciding to be Kaliningrad surprisingly enough.

Well it did mean he was sharing Russia's land.

I sighed in relief when he caught sight of a car, Austria stepped out of the driver's seat to open the door for me and my load of albino.

"You have gained serious wounds again Ludwig." Austria frowned as we neared. Though, that frown disappeared when he saw the limp body on my back. "What happened to him?"

"He was being the way Gilbert is, not going down without a fight." I muttered pushed said Gilbert into the back of the car. Austria's mouth opened in horror.

"You drive I'll sit with him." He pushed me out of the way.

I saw the protective feelings resurface in Roderich that had long since gone for Gilbert when he married Hungary. I slid into the front seat and watched for a minute as the Austrian put the beaten albino's head on his lap and petted his sodden locks. Starting the engine even as I drove I couldn't help but steal glances at Roderich as he cried quietly over Gilbert.

He still cared.

As we neared the airport he mumbled "My poor baby." And he pulled the unconscious bloodied form into his arms bridal style and walked out to the private plane that would take us back to Germany. The whole time I watched in awe as he barely even took back the comforting words he whispered. On the plane he cradled Gilbert and hid his face in my brothers white hair, he started to wash away some of the blood and cover up gashes.

"This is going to stay." Roderich said quietly. I snapped my head up as he gingerly traced the bite marks on Gilbert's pale neck.

"I think that was the point of it." I muttered.

"How barbaric." He shook his head and continued to hide the gruesome sight in bandages. "Why would anybody do that?"

"To leave a memory? Russia had the same thing on his shoulder." I sighed harshly. "It's twisted I know."

"But clever." Roderich looked up at me hesitantly. "Do you think he only loved me for my eyes?"

"Was?"

"Norway said that when he had topped Gilbert, a few weeks afterwards he told Norway that his eyes reminded him of Russia's and he thought he could pretend even if he was getting a blow job from Denmark at the same time."

I grimaced. "No idea."

"I wouldn't be too surprised they'd known each other for quite a while."

"He did love you I don't think you saw him after the wedding."

Austria sat back and put a pillow on his lap to lie Gilbert back down.

"Oh? Care to explain?"

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"He was really upset, uh... I really don't know what to sa-"

"It can't be too hard Germany, you obviously can say a lot when you're yelling at people in meetings."

That fucking Austrian.

"Gilbert, let me think... Ja he was crying for days surprisingly enough, he wouldn't eat, and he looked like shit day after day. All I would hear him mumbling in his sleep would be 'that Hungarian whore' or something like that..." I cracked my knuckles hesitantly.

Roderick's face dropped.

"Oh... I heard he was feeling bad but I didn't really know..."

"Ja."

"He's knows we'd divorced right?"

I nodded "He also knows that you two are dating recreationally."

If possible his face fell even more.

He looked down at Gilbert and took off his glasses. Slowly this hand went back to stroking the pale hair. He mumbled apologies over and over again.

Soon we both fell asleep.

I woke up a few minutes before we crossed the border into Germany. I smiled down at the lights of Berlin as they greeted us and any discomfort I felt vanished as I started to near my capital.

As soon as Berlin was under the plane I heard a sharp gasp and my gaze shifted to a terrified and pale face. Gilbert looked at me in dread before he started to writhe in pain.

His screams of anguish and pain would forever be burned into my memory.

Ivan's name was screamed into the night as he fought against the Austrian pinning him down.