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Dammit. This wasn't supposed to happen. I throw Ivan's front door open. Katya rushes into the from hall. I can't let her know I still care…but…IS SHE LIMPING? IS THAT BLOOD IN HER HAIR? No, calm down, you have a new girlfriend. You don't care about Katya.

"E-estonia?" I love the sound of her voice. But she sounds surprised to see me.

"Where is he?" I demand to know.

"Wh-who?" she cowers.

"You know who! Where the hell is Ivan?" I'm sure she won't ever look at me the same again. But I never wanted to see her looking so weak again.

"H-he…why?" She is afraid of me. It hurts to know. I'm sure she hates me now.

"Because he's hurt someone for the last time!"

"I-I can't tell you!" She moves to block my path.

"Then I'll find him on my own." I push past her, but she runs after me and pulls me back. That touch tells me all I need to know. It is not her usual weak attempt. This one was just pitiful. She didn't pull me back from strength, no, I moved back because I was shocked to feel how light her touch was.

"No! You can't hurt him!" Her eyes are concerned, and yet conflicted.

"I won't hurt him. Where is he?"

"I-I can't…" she pauses, thinking. "He won't hurt anyone else." Her eyes betray the anguish she feels.

"How do you know?"

"I-I….." She seems to want to tell me something, but she stops, reconsidering. "He promised he wouldn't!" She looks up at me, with her clear, bright blue eyes. I always loved those eyes. She still believes that monster is human! It sickens me to see how he's brainwashed her. How he's using her.

"He doesn't usually keep his promises. Now, where is he?"

"I-I can't tell you…" She seems to be even more conflicted than before.

"Tell me."

"N-no." I pushe past her, but she runs ahead and once again, blocks my path. I hate how this is affecting her. "H-he isn't here right now." Why is she trying to protect him? Doesn't she know her own eyes are betraying the lie?

"Where is he?"

"I-I don't know…"

"Why are you protecting him?" My voice is softer now, just for her.

"I-I-I…promised." Her eyes become fixed on the floor. She promised? This is what I did? I tried to protect her but it only made her more dependant on Ivan?

"You don't have to protect him." My poor, poor Katya.

"I know." Sh meets my eyes with her own for just a moment. How I love her beautiful blue eyes.

"Katya…" I whisper. She shivers, and turns away. I bring my hand down in a karate chop to the back of the neck. She crumples instantly.

"I'm sorry. But I must do this." I walk through the rooms calling Ivan's name. Finally I burst into the bedroom. Ivan is there, standing, fully dressed, and smiling. He has the pipe in his hand. It is slick with fresh blood.

"Hello comrade."

"Ivan you bastard!" I rush towards him, fully prepared to receive a counterattack. But it never comes. Ivan lets me hit him without retaliating.

"I von't fight you Estonia."

"Bullshit."

"I promised Katyusha." He smiles his reply.

"We both know you don't keep promises."

"Da, but I vill keep this one. Because Katyusha agreed to my terms." His childish face spreads into a wide grin.

I hit him again. He does nothing. I throw a full Vodka bottle up into the air, where it shatters against the ceiling above Ivan's head. Getting Vodka and bits of glass all over him.

"Damn." Was his only reply. I can feel the righteous anger consuming my rationality. I strike a match, a bastard like this had better be afraid of death. My enraged mind says that burning him alive is the only way to get revenge. Ivan's eyes are calm, but locked on the small, leaping flame in my fingers.

"Give me the pipe." I growl.

"Why? I have many more. It vill make no difference."

"Give me the damned pipe," He says nothing, but tightens his grip. I don't really care that he has more. I want this one. I want to destroy the one that is stained with her blood. I want to completely destroy all memory of her pain, of their pain. I don't want anyone else to be hurt by this pipe.

He breaks the window behind him with the pipe. Is he possibly letting out one last display of strenghth before he must give in? But no, he takes a running leap through the broken window just as I drop the match. I run toward the window and watch as he descends down the two story fall, a flaming ball of death. I dash through the corridor and down the stairs through the front door and out into the snow. Ivan is laughing like a maniac a still walking through the snow away from me. He doesn't get far before my parter, Tino, pops up pointing his gun at Ivan's heart.

I hate when authors put in cliffhangers...but I love using them myself..._ I really am evil...yes, I'm really messing with the countries....but I think this kind of thing is okay....sometimes...sorry about any OOCness...I really don't mean to put it in there...but I guess it has to happen to make the story progress XP Please review.....nice things....