Chapter 13: Day to Die

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Prussia blinked open his eyes, squinting at the bright light that seemed to be everywhere. His vision slowly cleared and the light became less intense until the forms of Ludwig, Feliciano and Matthew came into form. Feli was clinging to Ludwig and looking a bit worried. "Bruder, are you awake?"

Coughing and rubbing his neck, he slowly sat up, "Ja, my neck is killing me." Seemed like there was still a meeting going on since all the nations were there, although not standing nearly as close to where he was laying on the table as the other three were. "How did you find me so quickly?"

"We were looking for America actually. What happened to you?"

"America. Damn bastard twisted my head around." Not a face in the room didn't look worried.

"What?" Ludwig frowned, scowling at Prussia. "America is not usually so violent. Did you say something to him?"

"No! Russia went off on his own while with me and he decided that was good enough reason to kill me!" The albino nation snapped in retort.

"That is troubling." Germany nodded, looking thoughtful over the situation. It was a serious offense to attack another nation, and a grave one to kill them.

"Russia and America kept each other in line for centuries. Now that Russia is gone, America is the main super power." China added not so helpfully. "We all knew it would be trouble if he was able to influence Russia considering their relationship, it is no surprise he is starting to turn hostile."

"Ah, no, I'm sure-" Matthew started quietly only to have nobody hear him.

"Let us not jump to conclusions." Germany spoke over the quiet blond.

"It's not jumping to conclusions! He attacked me!" Gilbert growled out.

"Look, we will just phone America's boss. If he does not respond to the call then we will worry about this, everybody clear?" There was silence that followed the strict blond's words, but there were nods to show their agreement. Prussia watched the silent exchange, he doubted very much that Alfred would respond to his boss. That was too bad, when a nation attacked others without their countries consent it was bad. But if not even their boss could control them there was only one thing to do, contain them for the rest of their violence.

Alfred was a pretty cool guy in Gilbert's book, especially when he made Russia tear down the wall. But this? Protecting his sworn enemy and monster then going and snapping his neck? He could feel his lips curling at the very thought. Well, Gilbert hoped that this younger Russia got whatever was coming to him. He just thanked all his years of experience that he was able to lie well while in pain. Alfred hadn't caught it, so the skill was still with him. He was glad. If anything he found Ivan forced under the Russian Mafia fitting and he wasn't going to tell a soul which Mafia group it was either, even if it killed him.


Ivan silently wished that he had just stayed home curled up with Alfred at the house. Maybe watch some 'movies' or learn new foods. Gilbert had been difficult, though he wasn't a good of a fighter as Alfred was, so it had been easy to hurt him when he tries attacking, the sly bastard. Just as he always was. But he was still weaker it seemed since he ended up unconscious. He would be seeing that man soon, and when he did that egotistical bitch would get what was coming to him.

In the mean time, Ivan was dealing with his anger. Humans were so much easier to break and he was still stronger then they were. His only disadvantage was that he was outnumbered. That could be overcome though. Sadly they took his futuristic weapon. At least they weren't using it.

Hitting the male human in the face, it knocked him out cold. It was so easy for Ivan to take these humans down he was sure he would be out of the room soon. Grabbing a wrist that tried to grab him he twisted it until he heard a sickening crack before grabbing onto brown hair and bringing the face forward into his raised knee, hearing another duller crack before he let the man fall to the floor.

Looking up he then saw a man pointing one of the shiny long-range weapons at him. He remembered when it stung his arm and how much pain it had caused. But that wasn't what made him hesitate. What if that thing could actually permanently kill him? This was a different time and such things could be possible. The thought of death actually being possible for the immortal froze up a few moments too long. The other men that had been attacking him and weren't out cold grabbed each of his arms and brought him off his feet so he couldn't off balance them.

He still tried to get them off of him. Ivan was struggling harshly when he saw one of them pull out what had made him start really fighting in the first place. A thin little metal piece that they had tried to stab into him that had some sort of clear container that held some amber liquid. Whatever it was it didn't look like it would belong inside of him.

Pulling at the arms that held him, sometimes one would loosen, but they held tight enough so that he couldn't ever get his arm truly free, but he was able to bend his elbow and ram it into a body a few times. A loud word was shot out, one unfamiliar to Ivan, then again all these men had been speaking some foreign tongue that wasn't English or his own.

Everybody stopped at the command though and Ivan looked up at the unfamiliar voice. He was glad for the distraction as his scarf started moving towards the men holding him.


Considering that the nations thought Ivan was taken out of the meeting by his government the Russian government wouldn't be notified for awhile, which was good, they would just get in the way of things. If they even bothered helping. It was a rule for their government and boss to stay out of their personal business, mostly as a permanent law so that their boss couldn't repress them. Of course, tyrants usually didn't obey that law so it was almost useless. Especially when the law just made them unhelpful in situations that they might have been somewhat helpful in.

But Alfred highly doubted they would help in tackling some Mafia in Russia. And considering who he was they would scoff at him, tell him to get out of the country and they would handle it and Alfred wouldn't hear a word until he saw Ivan next meeting, if he was there. That was America's relationship with Russia, and vice versa. So no matter what, Alfred was just glad that their government hadn't heard about it yet. It would only be a matter of time though.

It didn't matter if Prussia didn't know the name of the Mafia group, a city could only have so many major Mafia's. It was just how it was. It was Moscow too, Alfred didn't know much about Russia, that was true, but he wondered if it would be better if Ivan got taken to a major one or a small gang. Mafia's were usually more organized. Gang's however, they would be easier to deal with.

Seeing as Prussia lived in Russia during the Soviet Union, and was so sure he had handed Ivan over to the Mafia and not a bunch of random strangers, it would be one that was around for awhile. So that answered his question and narrowed down where to look. He could hope that Ivan was safe, or that he could get out on his own, he was still a nation after all. But he wasn't about to risk Ivan's life for that bet. Usually he would just assume that the Mafia would have no interest or try and offer for Ivan to join considering his strength if he couldn't get away.

However, since apparently Ivan's looks could turn straight men gay he would put his money on the sex trade. It didn't matter one's strength then, he knew how a lot of the sex slave trade went, Russian or otherwise. Use pleasant mind-boggling drugs to make them addicted to it and the sex that came after. Ivan was from a time when the strongest drug was some sort of mushroom probably and countries weren't immune to the effects of drugs.

Turning off the borrowed car Alfred looked at the time. It was night, he knew that by looking at the sky. He had to investigate into the subject until he found the place he was wanting. The biggest problem so far was the language barrier, thankfully Toris hadn't questioned why Alfred needed some recording translated. The brunette was good with not questioning others business.

Shutting the door he zipped his jacket up close to him against the chilly night air as he walked towards the building in question, looking it over and wondering if it was the right place. After watching it for about fifteen minutes he decided that it was. Good, that would make this easier. There wasn't anybody outside the door, but he could imagine that there would be at least one person just inside to make sure no unwelcome visitors came in, like himself.

Knowing that information didn't even make him hesitate to walk up to the doors and place one solid kick to them that made them open. A little too loud for his liking, but he wasn't going to wait for somebody to unlock the door for him. Getting inside quickly, there was a man by the doors, hands moving to where he probably kept a gun. Alfred punched the man, easily knocking him unconscious. There were already hurried footsteps of anybody else in the building coming to check out the noise of the doors being opened was exactly.

He wasn't exactly in the mood to get shot at, so he walked down an open hallway that didn't have a tirade of footsteps coming towards him. He still drew his gun though. The place wasn't very well lit, but if somebody turned on more lights they would have probably seen him, but he doubted they would bother with lights when they realized there was a threat walking around. Depended on how stupid they were.

Alfred slowed when he got to a corner and looked beyond it, he could hear voices coming from this way, though they didn't sound alarmed by his loud entrance a few seconds ago. They probably didn't care. There was two voices, but from what he could see from the few lights here and there they weren't in the hallway itself. Walking down it, he looking quickly into every room to see if there was anybody inside.

Stepping into what looked like a small kitchen, turning on the light and blinking at the sudden change, Alfred waited by the door, listening silently. It wasn't long before he heard hurried footsteps and somebody calling in Russian, not that he understood a word of it. It wasn't long before somebody came in and Alfred wrapped his arm around their neck and put his gun to their head. They didn't get much time to struggle. "Do you speak English?" Alfred asked quietly.

He didn't receive an answer. He tightened his grip around the neck, but the other didn't answer the question. Alfred slammed the butt of his gun into his head, the man slumping against him instantly. Alfred put the body behind him before listening once more if there was anybody else in the hallway. He heard footsteps, so he waited until this other man came into the room, investigating the light being on. They probably thought reinforcements were in here.

Instead they were greeted in much the same way and Alfred repeated his earlier question. "Do you speak English? Yes or No." There was silence from the man, so Alfred dug the barrel of the gun into the others skin more, tightening his arm.

"Yes." It was heavily accented and strained at the pressure on their windpipe, but it would do.

"I'm looking for somebody. Grey hair, purple eyes, a boy. Would have put up quiet a noticeable struggle."

"I know who you speak of." So this was the right place.

"Where is he?"

"Not here." Damn it. Alfred sighed heavily. Well, these guys worked fast didn't they?

"Where is he?" Silence greeted him. Alfred growled lightly, tightening his hold once more. He could hear somebody else running along the hallway, maybe even two more. It wouldn't be long before they noticed the light and investigated themselves. "Where would he be taken?" Alfred hissed out, feeling the man struggle slightly as it got harder to breath.

"Do not know." Whether he was telling the truth or not, Alfred would have to question another time. He hit the man into sleep and dropped him to the floor, raising his gun just as two other men came inside. He shot both of them. That would attract attention fast. Putting his gun in his pocket he went to the kitchen sink, opening the cupboard underneath and taking out something special he had brought, activating the gift and putting it under the sink before closing the cupboard. Standing, he went to turn off the lights, grabbing the man who he had determined could speak English well enough.

Slinging the man over his shoulder he exited the room. He hesitated a moment before running down the hallway, deeper into the building. He ran into a few people, but it wasn't difficult to take them out, especially since more seemed to be singular. It wasn't long until he reached the back where small rooms had all sorts of woman, half of which were obviously out of it.

Alfred walked slowly, looking into each room and asking if any of them spoke English. It took about six tries to find one coherent enough to even understand he was there and answer him in English. "Can you speak Russian?"

"A-A bit." She was scared of him, and what with where they were and that Alfred had an unconscious man over his shoulder he wouldn't grudge her that.

"Try and get people out of here. There's a bomb about to go off. The hallway to the left in clear, take that way out." He would go back that way soon, and he would make sure that was true. The much too young girl's eyes went wide but she nodded, probably picking up on the fact that he was indeed not joking. She nearly bolted out of the room, but to his relief she was convincing others to move.

Looking at his watch he nodded before walking out of the room, gun raised and looking both ways, but he had killed the guards before stepping inside and he had a feeling he had already depleted most their numbers, either through death or unconsciousness. They would all be dead soon anyway.

Going back the way he came, there were quite a few more living men moving around, probably trying to find him. He took shots around the corner so they couldn't hit him and he clearly had better aim then they did. He was running out of bullets though and he couldn't use the hand steadying the man on his shoulder, so he couldn't reload it without stopping, dropping the man, reloading and picking him back up. That would take too long. He wanted to be long gone before that bomb went off.

He would just have to make due for the moment and hope that everybody was dead. There were only two more men that he saw, and those were people by the door. He shot them before walking out of the doors back into the chilly night air. He walked on foot to his car, dumping the man in the passenger seat. He had started to stir from the cold and Alfred didn't want the man pulling a knife and slitting Alfred's throat. At least he didn't have a gun.

Getting into the drivers seat he looked back at the building. He saw some of the girls peaking their heads out and looking around cautiously. But, they were getting out and that's all Alfred needed to know before he started the car. Whatever happened to them now was up to them.


Alfred rubbed his eyes, knowing his phone was going to ring again. It had been since nine that morning. Like Alfred didn't have better things to do than talk to his boss. But he was going to pick up this time, when the man called. The Russian he had kidnapped actually didn't know anything, which frustrated Alfred. Still, that didn't mean he was at a dead end. He had stuck around after the building blew up and there had been several people who had come of course.

But one group stuck out to him, who hadn't been panicking civilians. And in that group there had been one man who had obviously been in charge. It wasn't exactly a lot, but it was the next step to finding Ivan. He'd found where the guy lived of course, but before he did anything, he would have to talk to his boss. Alfred heard one ring of his phone before putting it to his ear. "Hey boss man!" He greeted cheerfully, if felt weird to do when he wasn't smiling.

"Alfred! What the hell are you doing?" The man sounded mad, very much so.

"At the moment? Sitting and talking to you."

"You know what I mean! Damn it Alfred! First I get a call and have to talk with Germany's boss because you killed his brother-"

"Attacked actually, we can't die so technically I didn't kill him." Alfred put the binoculars to his eyes, looking out the window.

"It is still a serious offence and you know that! Then I get a call from the Russian Government!" Here it was, the lecture. "Their nation is missing, there are witnesses that put you at the scene of a building explosion that had over twenty bodies-"

"Twenty?"

"Seven of them woman." So some didn't make it out, that was too bad. He felt sad about that, but he couldn't save everybody in the world. "Not only that but you were carrying a man with you, and a man of that description was found later looking like he was tortured to death!"

"What can I say? I had to be sure he wasn't lying." His boss made a sound of frustrated disbelief on the other end. Alfred sighed, "Look boss, I know how this looks and it looks pretty fucking bad. But the Mafia stole Ivan and I'm just trying to get him back."

"You can't take on the Russian Mafia Alfred!"

"Not planning on it, it's not my business and I know Russia wouldn't want my help with it. I'm just focusing on getting him back."

"Alfred, the Russian government will take care of this. You are to come back to America now."

"I got things to do here, sorry boss man."

"That is an order Alfred." Alfred fell silent at the words, he knew what it meant to say no to an order like that. Maybe he shouldn't have killed and tortured, that probably wasn't helping his case at all. And if he said no... man, he'd be punished. He weighed his options.

Licking his lips Alfred closed his eyes, taking a long shuddering breath before opening them again. "No."

"No?" His boss didn't sound surprised, just disappointed. "I see."

"I've got things to do. I'll return after all this shit is over." Alfred tried to still the shaking of his hand just thinking about what was to come, but the shaking would pass soon. He had made up his mind. He wasn't leaving until he knew Ivan was completely safe. "I know the Russian government is listening to this phone line." He smiled a bit. "Glad to see you guys working together."

"They are being very understanding that it is not America itself that wants war."

"I don't either. War is the last thing on my mind right now."

"You've nearly caused one!"

Alfred smiled at the sight he saw nearly seventy feet away, moving the sight-enhancing device away from his eyes. "I see you found my phone. Nice try with the GPS, but I kind of thought about that. See you when this is over."

"Alfred, don't-"

Alfred put the walky-talky down, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him, pulling on the warm hat that covered the tips of his ears to keep them warm. He usually didn't wear these types of hats, but Russian's knew what they were doing, the things were warm and kept out the chill.


If there was one thing he knew it was that Mafia's usually had a man in on the police force, usually he sneered at such things, but now he was grateful towards it since he blew up one of their buildings he was now a target for them, and of course they would have gotten a picture of what he looked like. He didn't even try to really fight against the lower thugs that 'beat him' and put him in a back of a car to haul him away to somebody higher up. Hell, he was praising that dirty cop, trying to keep from smiling at how well that had actually turned out.

They put him in hand cuffs behind his back and gave him a couple more punches for good measure, not that the hurt too badly, though not his lip was bleeding a bit. How annoying. He was dropped onto his knees in front of a man in the room they had brought him too. There were only the guards in this room. This was good, so much easier and he got to talk to somebody higher up. He just hoped they spoke English.

Looking up, Alfred narrowed his eyes at the man who spat something in Russian, gun trained on Alfred's head. "Speak English." Alfred spat back. The man's eyebrows raised before lowering even further then before, disgust etched into his face.

"American."

"Yeah, I am. And I gotta ask, have you seen a dude with silver hair and purple eyes?" Alfred saw the recognition in the man, though he seemed to have a good poker face. Instead of answering the man pulled the hammer back from the gun. Alfred really wasn't in the mood to die though. He pulled his wrists apart to pull his hands apart easily, launching forward and feeling the bullet cut into the top of his head, but it was just a graze and Alfred was up and grabbing the gun.

Of course, taking the guards into consideration, Alfred put the gun to the mans head and turned behind the body. This man was obviously higher up, so they were less likely to shoot him, and even if they did, the man wasn't exactly skinny, he doubted the bullets would pass through cleanly. Alfred looked around the room at the six men who all had guns pointed at him, they hadn't fired yet though, so his theory was right.

Alfred kept a tight hold on the man in front of him, "I won't ask again. Where is he?"

"You might as well shoot, I am not telling." Alfred narrowed his eyes. Not many would say that for a person they obtained from the streets. Then again, the man probably didn't believe that he would, since he was the only one standing between life and death. Or so he thought. The man said something in Russian. Alfred opened his mouth to say not to speak anything he couldn't understand when shots rang through the air.

The last thing he was conscious of was shock that the man had been more than a little serious when he had said he would rather die than say. But the world went black.


Alfred groaned, or tried to. Water filled his mouth instantly. He panicked and ended up inhaling more water. He was aware of the weight against his foot, but it hardly made a difference as he swam up towards where the light was. He hit something solid however. It was then when he realized how cold the water was. Fuck Russia, fuck it and it's weather. Sure there were parts of him that were still going through ice cold snow even though it was supposedly close to spring. It was hard to use his normal punches under water. Still, he broke through the ice, grabbing the edges and trying to pull himself up, gasping as soon as he hit the wind that felt like it was trying to freeze the water to his skin.

The ice that was supporting his weight broke under him and he plummeted into the water again. He grabbed the ice that he hadn't destroyed, trying to carefully not break it as he slowly pulled himself up. He fell under the ice and back into the water far too many times then he cared to count. Finally, he found at least more solid ice covered in snow. It clung to his soaked body. His entire body stung and felt numb at the same time. He collapsed into the snow, panting heavily as his vision was starting to threaten to turn black. Tired... that was all he was conscious of really at the moment. Just how tired he was, having to swim in the freezing cold water, struggling for his life for well over half an hour. Whoever had thrown him in was serious about hoping nobody found his body.

Pulling his arms up over him, he saw white clouding his vision... snow. He needed to find Ivan, the other could be in trouble and waiting for him. But as much as he urged his body to move, it didn't, as if the water had actually seeped through his muscles and frozen him through and through. He felt his eyelids close and sleep overcoming him. He didn't understand the big deal Ivan made about snow, it was just so peaceful to die in. So very peaceful, only the howling wind and silence like this was just so hard to come by.


And Alfred dies twice. But the Next chapters already ready, so I'll just update it now.