I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. I-I didn't want to kill anyone …+looks away+…well…maybe a little…BUT I'M STILL SORRY, da~!
Jus-just read the rest? Someone will live…maybe…probably…not…I'VE NO CLUE HOW I'M GOING TO END THIS, da~! +cries+ +whimpers+ I feel like Katyusha…+sobs+ Eww…Oh, and I'm gonna stop saying who's POV it is, because one, you should be smart enough to figure it out for your self, and two, I always get away from their POV, so it doesn't even matter, da~! And I know there were like, A BILLION mistakes in the last chapter, I forgot to re-read it for mistakes…+sweat drop+ I'm gonna fix that now~! .
Well…wasn't this just AWESOME!?
It was bad enough that Yao and Ivan were there, but now Gilbert had to deal with that IDIOT Feliciano! And then who the FUCK was that one guy? Did he sneak into the games? Gilbert could swear up and down that his name was never called. What was his name…? He could swear up and down that the guy seemed invisible half the time…
And then that one guy with no last name, what did he put in his HAIR that made it stay like that FOREVER!? He kinda wanted to poke it…but he didn't. That would be kinda awesome though…And not to mention that big French PEVERT! He really wanted to slap about eight of the people still in the games…
Gilbert stared at the newcomers. Why couldn't they just all die, so he could kill himself and let his little Roddy win!? Wouldn't that be just SOO much easier!? But no. No one ever looked at it HIS way… Gilbert laughed; they probably weren't awesome enough to comprehend his way of thinking!
He walked away from the large group. He needed some air. He'd rather be alone anyway.
He walked down the path they had worn down by walking on so much. He passed the tree Kiku had been killed against, and eventually ended up at the small stream they were using for water.
He bent down and let some water flow into his cupped hands. He brought them up to his mouth and was latterly THIS close to getting a drink before he heard leaves moving, and lots of yelling. He let the water fall back down into the stream and stood, looking for the source of the noise.
He watched the Italian stumble out from behind some bushes, pulling Ludwig behind him. "Ve~! Come on, Ludwig~!" He called, "Yao said the water was just over here~!" He called in his normal sing-songy voice. Gilbert sighed, and walked away. No one would just let him be ALONE, would they? Was everyone's goal in life to annoy the living FUCK out of him?
He went to the area he and Roderich had been sleeping and decided that, since he had nothing better to do, he would make it a little more comfortable. He really wanted to get the Austrian 'in the mood' but he had promised not to take it too fast. So he would wait until Roderich was ready. He sighed. Maybe, his AWESOME-NESS would eventually become too much for Roderich, and he would make the first move? He hoped so. It would be so cute to see his little sissy Roderich, trying to act all manly…
He bent down and examined the hard ground they had slept on. One day, the Capitol is bound to make it cold in there…then he and Roderich would be totally screwed.
He walked around the small clearing looking for ANYTHING that could make it more comfortable, more relaxing; maybe even something to get Roderich to, maybe…have less clothing on…?
Gilbert smirked; yeah…that was DEFINIATLY why he was doing this…
Now he felt even more eager to find whatever he was looking for… he looked around frantically.
Wait. Just, hold up. What the FUCK was he DOING!? He sounded like that BASTARD French guy who kept trying to get into EVERYONE'S pants! …especially the poor little Canadian guy… Gilbert shuddered. How he would HATE to be…oh, what's-his-name.
He decided to wait. Just, stop and wait. Roderich thought he was moving too fast anyhow, so waiting should be good, right?
Alfred and Arthur sat in the sun. It was so PEACEFUL without all the others around to bug them. Arthur's face still stung a little; he whined as a falling leaf scratched across his nose.
Alfred looked over at him, worried, "Are you all right, Artie?"
Arthur sighed, at least he was Fairy Princess anymore… he could deal with 'Artie' actually, he kind of liked it. He leaned against Alfred's shoulder, "Yeah, I'm fine…but…I think the scratches are starting to get infected…I hope Yao and the other's show up soon…"
"I just hope everyone was able to stay on task long enough to find the others…" Alfred said, sighing.
Arthur laughed, "Like your one to talk about people getting off sub-!" Arthur was cut off by Alfred's mouth seizing his own.
"Hey, don't ruin the mood with your harsh words, okay?" Alfred said when they pulled away.
Arthur nodded. "O-okay…Alfred."
"Or, do I have to punish you, hmm?" Alfred said pushing Arthur over onto his back and taking a dominate seat on top of him.
Arthur looked up at Alfred, a smirk growing on his own lips, "I don't know, what exactly did I do?"
"You drive me crazy, Arthur. I can't get you off my mind. I can't think about anything other than your lips, Arthur. I haven't thought about a SINGLE hamburger since I met you—" He was cut of by Arthur's puzzled face.
"What is a…'hamburger'?" Arthur asked, looking up at Alfred, still sitting on him
"OH. MY. GOD. DO YOU LIVE UNDER A ROCK, MAN!?" Alfred yelled, before going into vivid detail on how to make, eat, serve, and anything else you can possibly explain about a hamburger.
Ten minutes later, Arthur sighed, "OKAY! I GET IT! YOU KILL, COOK, EAT FOR BREAKFAST! THEN YOU DO IT AGAIN FOR EVERY MEAL OF THE DAY! I LIVE UNDER A ROCK, HUH? YOU EAT ONE. THING. FOR. EVERY. MEAL!"
Alfred crossed his arms, "That's not fair…I never got to explain about French fries…"
"I don't even want to know…were stuck in this arena, with nothing more than bugs, mutant-slime-filled animals, and plants, and you want to tell me about fast food…" Arthur sighed, "Can we just get back to what we were doing before!? You got me all excited, then NOTHING!" He yelled, obviously more than a little horny.
"What were we doing before?" Alfred asked, obviously more than a little STUPID!
"This~!" Arthur said grabbing Alfred's face and pulling him down so that their lips met. Alfred deepened the kiss, before pulling away.
"You know, Arthur, your mine now. No one else can have you; no one else can touch you but me. You know that right?" Alfred asked, brushing some hair out of Arthur's face, careful not to hit any of his still-painful wounds.
"Yes, I understand. You understand that you belong to me, too, right? Even if I die in this thing, even if you die, hell, even if we both die, you will still be mine. So if I win this thing, your fucking ghost better haunt me for the rest of my life, Jones." Arthur said, as if he had ALREADY caught Alfred cheating on him with some other ghost girl or something.
Alfred nodded, "Yes, sir. And like wise to you, but you know, I won't stay alive much longer if you die, and you know, I don't even like this conversation, its too sad, and HERO'S shouldn't talk about sad things, when the victim has needs that need to be taken care of." Arthur blushed.
And it was true. He could feel Arthur's need poking at his leg. He figured Arthur wanted him to hurry, but why the rush? Alfred was gonna take this nice and slow...
Back with Gilbert and Roderich and the others, they were currently crossing the desert. Feliciano kept asking Ludwig if they could build a sand castle, and as much as Ivan wanted to join him, they both kept getting shot down.
Gilbert looked up and the Frenchman who had taken the lead across the sandy desert floor. "Why did we have to come over as soon possible?"
Yao and Ivan and Roderich all looked puzzled too. They hadn't been filled in yet.
"Oh yeah…we forgot to tell you, ay…" Mathew said, twiddling his thumbs.
"Yeah, you did. So, before my AWESOME feet fall off after walking through this STUPID desert all day, why do we gotta hurry?" Gilbert asked, a little annoyed. He was kind of glad he hadn't ACTUALLY fixed up where he and Roderich were sleeping, since now they would be on the other side of the desert.
"Well, one, Arthur got attacked by a rabid bunny; and two-" Ludwig was cut off by Gilbert's snickering.
"A rabid…BUNNY!? That's why? A bunny…?" Gilbert asked, laughing and rolling in the sand.
Roderich bent over, grabbed his hand, and pulled him up, "And two," Roderich screamed, pointing toward the horizon, "THERE IS A HUGE SAND STORM COMING!!"
Gilbert looked around, yeah there was the sand storm, there was everyone else running for their lives, and Roderich right behind him…so what the FUCK was he doing standing there!?
Gilbert picked up speed and quickly caught up with everyone else. He was quickly in the lead, of course, where else would someone as AWESOME as him be in a race?
Ludwig was right behind him though, pulling an Italian behind him. That is, until, the Italian fell, and Ludwig quickly slung him over his shoulder. Feliciano laughed and giggled as he was held over the German's broad shoulder.
Behind them was Yao trying his best not to trip over his puffy pants legs. Then, behind Yao, was Ivan, who looked like he was merely jogging.
Behind him was Francis who was teasing Mathew that he couldn't catch him, "If I get to the other side first," Francis yelled, turning and running backwards so that he could face the Canadian, "then you're all mine, deal?" He asked, but it was more like a statement, with a question tacked on the end. The Canadian nodded shyly, and oddly enough, he slowed down a bit.
And then, at the very end, was Roderich, tripping and falling in every hole, ditch, even over absolutely nothing. Gilbert sighed, that Roderich was just going to have to get better at this game!
Alfred woke up and slowly moved Arthur's head off his chest to rest on the ground. He looked around. They weren't here yet.
Arthur and he still didn't know exactly what happened to Heracles and Kiku, but Alfred had a hunch. He was PRETTY sure it was that stinking Russian guy…
And NO WAY was Alfred going to let that happen to Arthur. He had to get rid of Ivan as soon as possible…
But how, he didn't want Arthur to know he had a plan to kill. But then again, it might strengthen their relationship if the Brit knew that he would kill just so he could be safe.
Alfred shrugged. He stood and located his pants, and tugged them on quickly. He laid his shirt over Arthur's naked body and disappeared into the forest.
He looked at a lot of different things. He knew there must be SOMETHING he could do. He was thinking long and hard until he came across one, single, sunflower. Alfred smirked. Perfect.
He ran back to where Arthur still slept, curled into a tight ball, covered in Alfred's shirt. Alfred smiled; I love you, Arthur, that's why I'm doing this. Alfred thought as he went around the back of the large tree and found what was left of the rabid rabbit thing. He bent down and scooped up some of the slim in his hand. He gave it a little sniff. Repulsive! Disgusting! Vile! Perfect…
Alfred really hoped it was poisonous. He held it in his hand as he tiptoed past Arthur and went back to the flower. He stared back and forth between his hand and the flower, wondering exactly how he was going to do this. He decided to experiment. He pulled off a petal and started to rub some of the stuff onto the leaf. It was see-through once rubbed in.
Alfred started to rub some straight onto the part he could only figure to be the seeds. It disappeared.
Alfred smiled triumphantly. Now all he had to do was wait for Ivan to find the seeds, then Ivan would be a goner.
Alfred wiped what was left the gunk onto his pants and started back to Arthur. When he got back, he heard bushes ruffling and loud screams, and then saw Arthur shoot up from the ground, trying to shield himself from the newcomers with Alfred's shirt. Alfred picked up Arthur's pants and tossed them to him then, Arthur quickly pulled of Alfred's way-too-big tee-shirt with a giant American flag on it.
Arthur looked at Alfred disapprovingly, his look sending the thought: Really? Honestly, you wear this type of stuff!?
Alfred gave him a thumbs-up and tried to pull on Arthur's shirt, which lay at his feet.
They had finally gotten clothed when the others came pushing their way in. "Veee~! Arthur looks funny in Alfred's shirt!" Feliciano said pulling on Ludwig's sleeve and pointing at Arthur.
Alfred walked over and put an arm around Arthur, pulling him close. "I think it looks cute on you." He said.
"For the last time. Do not call me cute. I'm a man. A male. I'm not cute. I'm not a cat or dog or bunny. Don't call me cute, Jones." Arthur snapped, scooting out of Alfred's arms.
Alfred looked hurt, but he could tell, he was only acting that way because, well, everyone else was arriving now.
Alfred just stared at him as the others came in. Francis, holding Mathew bridal-style, "Well, mon cher, it looks as if I have one, no?" Francis asked, nibbling on Mathew's ear lobe. Mathew blushed and nodded. Francis carried him in and started whispering into the smaller male's ear. Mathew's blush grew even more, if that was possible.
Behind them was Ivan and Yao, Ivan tried to skip but Yao refused, and kept walking normally. Ivan pouted, "You're no fun, Yao…" Ivan complained.
Yao smiled up at him, "Yeah, whatever, aru!" Yao said, playfully punching him in the shoulder. Alfred knew Yao was the ONLY person who could ever do THAT to HIM.
Gilbert had ended up going back and picking up Roderich and carrying him out of harms way, and away from the sandstorm and the desert. Now they were about to enter the place they could only expect to be where Alfred and Arthur were.
"Now. Get off." Gilbert commanded, shaking the Austrian off his back.
Roderich got off, a little shaken at the rude awakening.
Gilbert stared at Alfred. There was something different about the normally energetic American. He noticed Alfred and Arthur had switched shirts. Well, Gilbert thought, I guess sex can tire even him…
They all walked over to one another and started to quickly tell each other of different things that had happened.
How Kiku and Heracles had died.
How the desert was rigged.
Mathew's plan to not kill each other.
Arthur explained to Yao about where his face hurt, and what had exactly happened, and then the Chinese man ran off to get some herbs.
After, Gilbert and Ivan offered to go and find some food. SEPERATLY of course, Ivan would DEFENITALY take away a lot of Gilbert's AWESOME-NESS!
The two left the others to merely sit and wait.
When Gilbert came back, he noticed Yao treating Arthur's face, Alfred staring, obviously jealous, at the two men. Francis seemed to have seemingly disappeared. Good riddance... Gilbert thought, until he noticed Mathew was gone too. He recalled the promise the Canadian made if he lost the race out of the desert. Gilbert shuddered. That was a tad disturbing…
He waved his squirrel he had shot over his head, "HEY! FOOD! I GOT FOOD!" He called proudly.
Roderich came over and examined it. "I hope it's not filled with slime like the rabbit Ludwig told us about…" Roderich said, pulling out a knife and skillfully making a small incision on the animal to check if it was edible. It was.
About that time Ivan came in, his hands full of some sort of seed. "I found sunflower seeds, da~!" He claimed excitedly. "Who wants one?"
"Since you found them, you should have the first one, Ivan." Alfred said looking up at him.
"Really? You think so, da~?" Ivan asked, looking at the seeds in his hands. "Well okay!" Ivan took one of the seeds into his mouth, and started to swallow, then his hands darted around his neck. He started coughing and trying to spit it out; but all that came was blood and some unidentifiable green goo. He dropped to his knees and tried to puke it up.
Yao dropped the herbs, and ran over to Ivan's aid. "IVAN! IVAN!" Yao screamed repeatedly and he tried to help Ivan.
"Yao…" Ivan choked out, "I'm sorry…" Ivan said before he closed his eyes, coughed one more time, and fell over, dead.
Yao shook Ivan. "WAKE UP! WAKE THE FUCK UP, ARU!" He yelled at the Russian man's body. "…no…no, no, no…" Yao said, curling up into a ball and sobbing.
Then the canon fired, and the ship came, and Ivan was gone.
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End Note:
+cries+
I. Hated. Writing. That. +slaps self+
WHY! WHY!? IVAAAAAAAAAAANNNN!!!!!!!!!!! +clings onto the space ship+
Poor Yao…;_;
And I thought it was hard to kill Kiku and Heracles, da…but now….now…+busts into tears+
Well…this may or may not continue…
Although… it probably will continue…
So…now that Ivan, Kiku, and Heracles are all dead, who do you think will win NOW, da~?
Also: PLEASE REVIEW! IVAN GIVES YOU CYBER FLO--- oh yeah…I killed him…he can't give you a cyber flower…
Um…+looks at list of characters+
Okay! List for EVERY FAN!
Alfred gives you cyber-burger!
Arthur gives you burnt scone! (XD I'm so mean…!)
Yao gives you cyber-panda!
Mathew gives you cyber-pancake! With lots of maple syrup, ay!
Francis gives you his sexy self!
Feliciano gives you hug! +melts+
Ludwig gives you a puppy!
Gilbert gives you Mathew's maple syrup!
Roderich gives you a beautiful song played on the piano!
+sigh+ I think I got every fangirl…for every character still alive in my story, that is, da…
Well…this is kinda long-ish…so I'm gonna go…
Oh, and I totally understand if you don't feel like reviewing anymore…
'Kay! I shuddup now!