Lovino was finally sitting up on the bed as he woke up from his long nap, the shock having been too much for him to handle. As he gazed out the window, he could see that the sun was starting to set in the sky. Everything seemed too silent, though the Italian didn't know why that was. Then again, he figured everyone was eating or doing something else that required silence to fill the air. Lovino didn't care though, especially when he saw the pale face of his Spanish lover lying next to him, motionless.

The Italian shakily sighed as he placed a gentle hand on the Spaniard's cheek, only to have his heart sink further into his stomach. Antonio really was dead. Stone, cold dead. Anotnio couldn't come back anymore.

"Antonio…. Amore mio…" the Italian softly said as he felt tears forming in his chocolate eyes again. He wanted Antonio to come back to him. He wanted to be held and kissed by the Spaniard again, but he knew it wouldn't happen. Never again would he feel the warmth of Antonio's skin, no longer would he have soft, chaste kisses placed on his lips. No. He wouldn't be able to experience any of that anymore. He was left all alone in the world. All of his family was dead and now his lover was as well. "An…tonio…"

Lovino felt so empty inside. He wouldn't be able to go on in life all alone and nowhere to go. He'd be forced to go back to the hell hole that he first came from and be forced into doing something he didn't want to do. Though, this time, he wouldn't think anything of it since he had nothing left to keep him who he was. No family, no love, no one.

"Ah-ha~" a voice chimed with a smile as the door swung open, letting in the cool air from the outside. Lovino jumped before looking over at who it was, his eyes widening as he saw Ivan standing there with that childish expression of his. The Italian couldn't believe what he was seeing since Ivan was supposed to be dead. "Privet~ I'll be taking Antonio now~"

That statement set Lovino off, not wanting Antonio's body to be given to a man such as that. "NO!" he cried as he held Antonio from his upper body, slightly curling his body around the Spaniard's head to try and protect him. Once again he could feel tears flowing from his face in fear of himself getting hurt and Antonio being taken.

"Da~" Ivan commented as he took a step forward. "I won the fight and now I get to take Antonio~" The Russian's childish, happy voice faltered a bit as he spoke. Lovino pulled out Antonio's loaded pistol and pointed it at Ivan, both rage and sadness showing on his face as he did so.

"Get out of here…!" Lovino's voice was threatening. He wasn't going to give Antonio to someone like this. This manic wasn't going to take his love away from him, even if the Spaniard was dead to begin with. It was the whole concept that mattered to him. However, this didn't make Ivan happy, which caused his smile to turn into a frown. The Russian didn't like being kept from his prize when he had won it fair and square. He was like a lion ready to pounce on the animal that was stealing his kill away from him, especially when it was someone like Lovino who was keeping him from doing so.

"I do not like being provoked," Ivan commented as he took another step forward, making Lovino's finger twitch on the trigger. If the Russian got any closer, he knew that he was going to shoot.

"Fuck you!" Lovino yelled angrily, finally snapping. Before Ivan could take another step, the Italian fired the gun at Ivan, the bullet embedding itself in the Russian's shoulder. It didn't seem to bother Ivan though. The Russian took it as a sign that he could attack the Italian if he wanted, though he wasn't going to try to attempt to do so unless he really had to.

"I'll say this one more time. Hand him over." Ivan's tone was darker than before as he took another step towards the bed where Antonio and Lovino were. Lovino started to shake a bit from fear as the Russian proceeded towards them.

"S-Stay away!" Lovino pulled the trigger once again, another bullet embedding itself in Ivan's stomach. Ivan didn't even flinch though as he took a few more steps towards Lovino before stopping a few steps away from the bed, giving Lovino an icy glare which seemed to make the room temperature drastically drop. Ivan stood there, glaring at Lovino. He was hoping that the Italian would just give up and hand Antonio over, though it wasn't the case as he felt another bullet embed itself into his leg.

"So… that's your choice, da?" Ivan softly yet coldly commented rhetorically. However, before he could do anything, he felt another bullet lodge itself in his back, causing him to whirl around and see Alfred standing near the door with a smirk on his face.

"Ivan… you broke the rules," he commented, making Ivan raise a brow in confusion. Alfred showed the spot where he was shot, but there was no wound there at all. "I haven't been wounded yet and, therefore, you broke the rules. I'll be placing you under arrest now."

Ivan smirked himself before pulling out a pistol and pointing it at Lovino. "One step and I shoot him…" Alfred growled a bit at Ivan's cowardice, but was more concerned on why the Russian didn't seem to notice how much he was bleeding from his wounds. Four shots had been given to Ivan and he brushed it off as nothing more than a scratch. Lovino shook as he saw the rifle pointed at his head, though, at this point, he wouldn't care if he had died. He had nothing left in the world anyways so what was the point?

"You damn coward…" Alfred sneered as he stood there, glaring at the Russian in front of him.

"I'll take Antonio and then I'll take hold of the top of the government after killing all of you," Ivan explained as he cocked the gun, ready to shoot Lovino. "Then everyone will see what I've had to go through when it came to needing to be in the higher ranks." A dark aura seemed to slowly surround Ivan as he continued to talk. "Then I can see the looks on all your stupid faces when you finally see that you're nothing compared to me…"

Shit…Alfred thought as he felt the temperature in the room drop again. This isn't good… I have to do something or… He looked over at Lovino before sighing as he looked down.

"Ivan… you can take Antonio, but you have to promise that you won't do anything else to innocent people…" Ivan's expression seemed to slowly return to the childish form it held before.

"Ah-ha~ I knew you'd see it my way Alfred~" the Russian commented. "That's why you're smart~" Ivan slowly put his gun away before advancing towards Lovino again, only to get another shot in the chest above his heart.

"Lovino!" Alfred yelled as he heard the shot. "Stop it! Just let him-"

"NO!" Lovino interrupted Alfred. "I won't… let him take him!" The tears were flowing down his face even more than before as he shook. "I won't let him take Antonio! He deserves a proper burial and nothing more! H…He shouldn't be taken… b-by anyone!" Alfred could hear how much Lovino was trying to stay strong from the power in his voice but is shook heavily as he continued to cry.

Ivan just stood there, staring at Lovino as the Italian tried to keep his love from being taken, causing the Russian to look down at the ground. Though this only lasted as few minutes before he grabbed Lovino by the throat, causing him to drop the gun. Lovino choked out a breath as he felt himself being pinned against the wall.

"Love is a trifle thing…" Ivan softly commented so only Lovino could hear. "You're a fool into thinking that would last forever…." Ivan tossed Lovino into the wall on the other side of the room before walking over to the Italian, pressing his foot into his stomach and making Lovino wheeze out.

"Ivan, stop!" Alfred commanded as he shot the Russian in the back once again. "You're not to hurt innocent people! Just take Antonio and leave!" However, Ivan didn't seem to like being talked to in such a way. He slightly turned towards Alfred, his icy glare now looking at him. Alfred didn't budge from his spot. He kept himself where he was so Lovino wouldn't get hurt any more than he already was. Though, he had no idea if Lovino had any broken bones or not.

"Don't get in my way Alfred," Ivan commented darkly as he released his foot from Lovino's stomach. "You're just as foolish as he is when it comes to love."

"W-What…?" Alfred was confused by this. He didn't really understand what was so foolish about being in love with someone.

"Love is something that just vanishes when it is convenient…" Ivan pulled out his pistol again and pointed it at Alfred. "All of you are foolish for thinking that it is something worth fighting for or keeping dear to you. Alfred was silent, waiting for Ivan to continue talking and see if there was something more that the Russian was going to say. "Anyone who loves is foolish…" Ivan shot at Alfred who quickly dodged and ran out of the room, the Russian following and seeming to have forgotten about Lovino.

Alfred ran until he was back on land and spun around, firing several shots at Ivan as he did so. All but one of them missed Ivan. The bullet lodged into Ivan's other shoulder but, once again, Ivan acted as though nothing had even happened. Alfred turned back around and ran again, trying to keep him and Ivan at a good distance. The American knew that, if he let Ivan get close to him, it would be over with within seconds. Alfred continued to run until him and Ivan were in an enclosed cliff area, the only way out being the way they came or climbing to the top. However, the way they came soon became enclosed as well as rocks piled up on it to block it.

"It's just you and me now Ivan," Alfred commented bluntly as he cocked his gun. "This really will be a fight to the death now. The only person getting out of here is the person who is victorious or who has run out of ammo or weapons."

Ivan smirked as he pointed his gun at Alfred once again before his childish demeanor returned. "Ah-ha~ You're very interesting Alfred~ I like your thinking~" Ivan's darker side returned again as his finger twitched on the trigger. "Though you'll regret those words since you'll be dying."

"I don't think so…"

That's when it began. Bullets whizzed around the area as Ivan and Alfred shot at each other and dodged, though it was more of Alfred dodging than Ivan. Shot after shot after shot was fired, making almost impossible to try and avoid them. So many bullets were flying that it was hard to tell who had shot it and who didn't, but neither of them cared. Each of them were determined to win against the other one and see the other dead. Soon, though, both of them were out of ammo. The two stood across from each other, bleeding from their wounds that they received. Ivan's old wounds had crusted with dry blood but his new wounds were adding to him losing more blood than he already had. Alfred was bleeding from all his fresh wounds. His shoulders were bleeding, one of his legs, and several places on his stomach were bleeding as well. Each person was breathing heavier than before. The two stood there, staring at each other before Alfred pulled out his sword while Ivan pulled out a dagger he found in his jacket pocket. The Russian knew that Natalya was the one who put it in there since she was the only one of them that carried such a weapon, though he was grateful for it at the moment.

"That's all you have?" Alfred asked with a slight snort. He found it funny that Ivan didn't have anything more than that to protect himself with.

"Da~" Ivan replied with his childish exterior. "But it's more than enough to beat you with~" Ivan's voice brimmed with confidence as he said this, making Alfred feel only slightly uncomfortable with it. Just knowing that Ivan could still stand up perfectly straight with all the wounds he had was scary enough without the added confidence to it.

Why do I get a bad feeling? Alfred asked himself in thought as he held his sword at the ready, waiting for Ivan to make the first move though the Russian just stood where he was smiling that childish smile of his. It was enough to make anyone nervous.

Alfred made a slow movement to the side as he continued to stare at Ivan. The Russian didn't move, even when Alfred was a foot away from him. Alfred knew that Ivan was waiting for him to drop his guard so he could attack. He wouldn't though. Alfred would keep his guard up as much as possible. He stood there before quickly looking around, but that was a false move. Within that split second, however, Ivan attacked the American, causing him to quickly raise his sword in defense and slightly gasping from the fast movement. It was more of a reflex than actually seeing the movement though. Ivan laughed softly as he slammed his left foot into Alfred's stomach, right where he was wounded.

"Gah!" Alfred gasped as he slid back a few feet before dropping to his knees as he clenched his stomach in pain.

"Ah-ha…~" Ivan chimed with a dark laugh as he started walking towards Alfred. "So weak Alfred…" The Russian stopped in front of the coughing American, grabbing said man by his blonde hair and pulling him up by it until Alfred was inches from his own face. "You're nothing compared to me. You're a weak human being…"

Ivan kicked Alfred in the stomach once again, sending him flying into the side of the cliff. Alfred grunted as he shakily got to a knee, throwing a dagger at Ivan. It didn't get very far before Ivan blocked it with the dagger that he held. The Russian walked over to Alfred again, grabbing him by his hair again.

"Very weak…" Ivan commented again, pulling roughly on Alfred's hair. The American cringed before smirking, looking up at Ivan with glassy eyes.

"I may be, but at least I think before I act…" Ivan's eyes narrowed as he heard Alfred's statement, but choked out some blood. He stood there before looking down at the warm spot on his chest. The crimson blood soaked through his clothes, revealing the spot where he was stabbed. Right in the heart. Alfred's sword had penetrated his heart without him realizing it.

Ivan coughed up blood as he released Alfred's hair and crumpled to the ground on his side. Alfred panted as he tore his sword out of Ivan's chest, sweeping it downwards and splattering the blood onto the ground before sheathing it again.

"I….It's…. done…." Alfred heavily panted as he slowly positioned himself on the cliff before he started scaling the cliff side. His vision was fading in and out as he continued to cliff, his breathing becoming even heavier. He was tired, bleeding, and now he was wearing himself out more with climbing. He didn't know how long he would be able to last. As his hand touched the top of the cliff, he felt himself slip before feeling his hands being grabbed. Alfred looked up to see who it was, but he was so dizzy that it only caused him to pass out.

"Gottverdammt!" Gilbert cursed through clenched teeth as he struggled to lift Alfred back onto the top of the cliff. "Why the hell… is he so… heavy!"

"Do not ask me… m-mon ami…." Francis replied through clenched teeth as well as he struggled as well. The two struggled for a few minutes before they were able to pull Alfred up. They collapsed on the backs, breathing heavily.

"Gott… he needs to lose a few pounds…"

"Oui…" After a few minutes, Gilbert and Francis stood back up. Gilbert walked to the cliff edge and peered down into the area, looking down to make sure that Ivan was dead. From where he was standing, he could see that the Russian was dead. However, he learned never to trust with just his sight alone, though it seemed that this time was real. Ivan wasn't moving at all or even attempting to try to get up. A pool of crimson surrounded the Russian's body, soaking into his clothes.

Gilbert sighed with relief. "Seems like he's dead…." He commented as he walked over to Francis. "Doesn't seem like he's going to get back up…"

"That's good…" Francis sighed with relief as well. "We should get Alfred back to the ship so he can get bandaged up." Gilbert nodded in agreement as he and Francis picked the American up and started heading back towards the ship.

The minute they got there, a medical team came up and immediately brought Alfred to his quarters and started patching him up. That's when Francis turned his attention towards Lovino who was being treated by a medical officer. The Italian had a few scratches and bruises on his body because of Ivan, but it wasn't anything serious. Lovino was lucky not to have broken any bones. The Frenchman sighed as he walked over to Lovino and knelt down next to him.

"How are you feeling?" Francis asked the Italian who slightly looked away from him, remaining silent. Francis softly sighed as he placed a gentle hand on top of soft, auburn locks. "We'll take Antonio back to where he lived and bury him properly, alright?" Lovino slightly nodded as he kept his gaze from the Frenchman.

Francis didn't blame Lovino for not wanting to talk. He could see the finger bruises on Lovino's neck where Ivan had grabbed him by. Francis knew if probably hurt the Italian to talk at the moment. Francis stood up and nodded to Gilbert before the two made orders to head back to Azucena, the place where Antonio lived with his step-father. The place where Feliciano and Ludwig lived and almost died. The place filled with so many different memories that it would probably be hard to go back to a place such as that.

Now, finally, everything could go back to the peaceful ways that they were at before. The final and last thing to do. Bury Antonio for something he wanted to protect, or rather someone he wanted to protect. That would be the last thing that would have to be done before all of this would truly be over with.

A/N: I'm going to go cry in a hole from how sad this is and that it is almost done... TT^TT

Longest Fanfiction I have ever done and it's almost done... makes me so, SO sad!

Yes, Alfred is still alive! ^^; Tricked all of ya, didn't I?