Waking up a bit, America felt the bed move as Ivan got off it. He didn't think anything of it until the door was opened and Russia snuck out. As Alfred got out of bed as well, he thought that 'sneak' was the perfect word. Ivan was making sure to make little to no sound as he walked down the hallway and down the stairs.
Insanely curious, he followed Russia down the stairs, making sure he wasn't caught as well. When he went down the stairs to the basement, closing the door behind him, Alfred was even more confused. Why would he be going down there this early in the day? He waited for a moment as he contemplated it, hoping that he would appear again. When he didn't, Alfred made his way to the door, opening it and standing at the top of the stairs.
"Ivan?" He said questioningly down the stairs. With no response, he said it again, but louder. Just what was he doing down here?
Eyes wide, Russia listened for Alfred to leave. But he just stayed there, calling his name. Then Latvia heard it, so he started making noise, wanting to be saved.
He walked quickly over to Raivis, knife in hand. Quickly, he grabbed his hair, making his head go up, exposing his throat. Before the smaller nation could make any more noise, he slit his throat, blood going everywhere. Latvia's body went limp in his arms, the life quickly draining out of him.
Footsteps. Shit, was he coming down? It sounded like it. Where could he hide the body? Could he change his clothes fast enough? But he was absolutely covered in blood. Damn, why was Alfred coming down the stairs? He would find him eventually.
Hearing a small thump come from downstairs, he descended, a bit nervous. Going down here was never a good thing for him. The rooms held too many bad memories. Looking around the hall with confused eyes, Alfred saw that one of the rooms door's was slightly opened compared to the rest which were tightly closed. Going straight for it, America's eyes went wide as he saw Ivan surrounded and covered with crimson blood.
Floundering for a few seconds, he was unsure of what to do. Without thinking, he walked into the room and stared at Russia. "What..." he started completely confused as to what had happened.
Ivan stood in front of the cot, trying to hide Latvia's body, which he had shoved under the bed. "Hello! Um, what are you doing down here?" He tried to sound innocent, thinking of a reason why he was covered in blood.
"You... Blood..." America's mind was so shocked that he couldn't get out a full sentence. What had happened for Russia to become covered in blood? Did he get hurt? Or was there someone else... "What happened?" He asked shakily, gesturing to the evident carnage.
"I fell down the stairs." Ivan said, knowing even as the words came out of his mouth that America would never believe them. "It's really no big deal; it looks like there is a lot more blood than there is."
"But..." He started, his forehead furrowing in confusion. "Where's the wound? Are you hurt?" Alfred went to walk up to Russia to look for the wound but was stopped by the pool of blood around him. "You couldn't be alive after losing this much blood..."
"Well, uh..." Lost for another lie, Russia realized how stupid this was. What should he care if Alfred hated him? "Ah, fuck it." He bent over and pulled out the body. "You're right; no one could survive loosing that much blood."
Stepping back quickly, America's heart beat raced in his ears. All he could focus on was the limp, pale body that was in Russia's arms. "L-L-Latvia?" He stuttered uncontrollably, even more disgusted with the blood around Ivan. "Wh-When did he get here?" Alfred was at a total loss to what was going on. How was Raivis here in the first place?
"Hm, about two weeks, I would say." Russia dropped the body on the ground, and his shirt came up, revealing many barely-healed wounds. Now, what to do with the corpse? Bury it, since the ground wasn't frozen? Or maybe he should just...
The blood on the ground, along with the mangled body, brought him back to when he was younger. His caretaker, on the ground, in much the same position, also covered in blood. The first time he had blacked out, and found that the only person that ever took care of him was dead, and her blood was all over him.
As quickly as it came, the vision left. He looked up at his terrified lover, even though he probably wouldn't be his lover much longer, given the look in his eyes.
"Why?" America asked quietly. "Is this where you were all the time? With Latvia?" His voice grew a hard edge to it as his eyes narrowed minutely. The body was disturbing him more now that he could see his obviously slit neck and multitude of cuts.
"Yes, I was here with Latvia. I'm growing tired of this conversation, so let's go upstairs and go back to sleep, shall we? Just let me change..."
"No!" Alfred yelled before realizing that he did so. Lowering his voice, he continued "I mean, why did you bring him here? Am I..." He left his sentence hanging, not quite sure himself just what he wanted to say. Tons of thoughts were running through his mind and he didn't know which ones to pay attention to and which to just ignore.
"Well I just needed to hurt someone! That's just who I am, you should know that the best out of everyone! Most men need sex, and for me sex is great, but I also need to have that exhilaration of seeing people's eyes light up with pain, blood gushing from wounds, and hate in their every movement. The joy of putting someone through the most pain they have ever been in, in their lives! Pushing the boundaries of human capability, seeing just when they pass out from pain and exhaustion. You would never understand."
Hearing Russia explain partially how his mind worked didn't surprise America as much as he thought it would. It strangely made sense really; he just had hoped it wasn't the truth. Now it was going to be more difficult to say what he was going to next. "Then... Is that why you brought me here in the first place?" Before Russia could respond, Alfred continued. "Are you bored with me? Is that why you needed Raivis?"
"No, it's just that if I did this to you, then you would hate me again. And I figured since you're the only person that has ever said you loved me that I should keep it like that for as long as possible." He gave a little laugh. "I guess that wasn't very long."
"I w-wouldn't hate you... I couldn't hate you..." He mumbled looking up at his blood spattered face. "Unless that's what you want me to do..."
"No, I don't want you to hate me. If I wanted you to hate me I would have just tortured you instead." Russia explained, shaking his head. He looked down at all the blood on his clothes. It will take a while to get all this out... "So, wait, you still don't hate me?"
America shook his head, slightly surprised by his own reaction. He didn't even have to think; he knew he still loved Russia. He might have just killed someone after torturing them behind his back, but he couldn't help but strangely forgive him. After all, love does strange things to people. "I still love you." He mumbled trying to ignore the blood covering everything and the body at Ivan's feet.
"Oh... ok." Russia said, trying to understand the blonde's mind-set. But this still left a big problem. "Alfred, you realize that I'm going to have to bring at least one other person here, right? Like I said before, I need to torture someone."
"You don't have to." He said simply. Continuing before Russia could stop him, he added, "You can just torture me. I don't mind." Where did that come from? Was he really that jealous that Russia had spent more time torturing Latvia then being around him? Did he want to resign himself back to being tortured by his now-lover? America continued to stare blankly up at Russia, trying not to show any emotion.
Ivan blinked a little. America wanted him to torture him? Really? Well, he wasn't about to pass this chance up. "Ok, I guess that can work. But I'm fine for today, so let me get changed and we'll go back to sleep." He looked down at the body at his feet. "I guess we can cremate him in the morning, like you did with Lithuania."
"Ok." Alfred nodded again in agreement. "But please change..." He partially whined. The blood had started to congeal around and on Russia, making everything just that much more surreal. Also, there was a strange stench hanging in the air of the room. "Wh-when do you want to," he swallowed before continuing, "torture me."
"I don't know, when I want to. Not right now, though. I – uh... got my fill for today." Ivan said awkwardly. He stepped around the body and went to where his extra clothes were. He took off the bloody ones and took a wet facecloth, getting the blood off his face as well. He was still naked when he turned around and saw America at the door.
When Russia had started cleaning himself, Alfred had started to stare at Latvia's cooling body. His hair was dirty and had his blood crusting in as well as all over his body. Nothing that Raivis was wearing looked clean either, making America believe that Ivan had just left him in this room for the two weeks he was there.
Before he could stop himself, tears started falling silently from his face. He had seen many bodies before, but just like with Lithuania, he was closer to him than any random soldier. Also, the sight of seeing yet another country dead made his heart weep, yet at the same time feeling strangely happy that Russia had kept him alive. Unlike Russia, having a person die in cold blood made him upset and emotional.
Getting his shirt, Russia pulled it over his head. "You know you don't have to do this, right? I mean, I can just get some commoner or something. It wouldn't matter much if they disappeared."
"I know... But..." How was he supposed to say that he was almost jealous that he was spending more time torturing Raivis then with him? And now Latvia was dead, yet he still couldn't shake the feeling. Instead, he just stopped talking, watching as Russia continued putting on his clean, blood-free clothes.
"Well, we can talk about it later. Right now, let's go to bed." They walked upstairs and crawled into the bed. Russia didn't put his arm around Alfred, thinking he would find the tall man disgusting now.
Crawling closer to Russia, America put his head on his shoulder and his arm across his broad chest, pulling them closer together. True, any other normal person would be disgusted with Ivan for murdering someone, but Alfred didn't mind. Sure he cared about Raivis and the fact that he wasn't alive anymore, but it was Russia that did it. And the sad thing was that he was ok with it because of that fact.
The only thing that had bugged him still was the part about him raping Latvia. He had never said he did, but if it was anything like when he was tortured in the beginning, it would have mostly been rape. "I love you Ivan." He murmured, contradicting his own thoughts.
"Go to sleep now." Ivan said, putting his arm around America's shoulders.
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Sorry for killing him off... I swear, we do not have anything against the Baltic States! And besides, you all wanted America to find out... and this is where that ended up. So yeah, don't hate us!