Man this gets more and more depressing...WARNING: Implied Rape.
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After two weeks, Ivan honestly thought he could take no more. The endless bloodshed drew up memories long forgotten, and he would shiver on the floor, curled up, longing for his sisters' comforting touch, wishing everything was normal but then he would recall why he started this and hard flint would return to his eyes.
Soon he thought. Soon now.
…
They were gathered around the table again, many faces absent, their number severely depleted.
"We have no other choice." Sighed the figure at the head of the table.
The others nodded, and one leant forward. "If you had have done this earlier it could of been a lot easier."
Another figure turned to them. "No-one is to blame here."
The man at the head of the table looked up.
"I don't want to. But enough is enough."
There was a pause, a silence of anticipation.
"Tell the General to fire at will."
Instantly one figure rose and ran from the room. Another, female, hissed. "If you just let me talk to him-"
"You would join the others. You know that, Nat. Don't fool yourself."
…
Russia stood in his house, holding a half empty vodka bottle.
As he surveyed what was once a great house, pain erupted in his chest. Falling to his knees he scrambled for his phone, dialling desperately.
For a few agonising seconds the phone was heard to ring, but then it was picked up, and a sharp voice answered.
"Ivan?"
"Re-Retaliate…"
"Retaliate from what?"
"They…they are bombing" Ivan managed to choke out. "You know what to do…obliterate them all…but him…"
"Gladly." Was the reply. The other person hung up.
Ivan dropped the phone as another wave of bombs hit, and he curled up.
Then, when the next came, he allowed himself to collapse, unconscious.
…
America sat, head in hands, guilt filling him to an unbearable level.
My fault…I should have guessed.
He saw all their faces, how they had all been so filled with hope.
Resolve filled him.
Well at least I can end this.
Alfred knew exactly where Ivan would be.
He got up, and drove to the airport.
…
Ivan could sense him. He knew he was near.
Tightening his grip on his pipe, he walked forward on land that was once his.
Then he was there, standing.
They face each other; one filled with rage, the other only a quiet pity.
Alfred sighed.
"Why did you never use your pipe with the others? It is your proclaimed favourite weapon after all." He asked.
Snarling, Ivan spat at him. "I saved it for you."
Ivan could wait no longer. This man before him filled him with fury, and no more would he, could he contain it.
He charged at America, who raised a gun and shot Ivan in the stomach. Pain flared in his abdomen, but Ivan pushed it aside, and swept his faucet in the direction of Alfred's neck, who dodged easily and caught Ivan's arm in an iron-tight grip.
"Stop. For all our sakes, stop." He said.
"Never." Growled Ivan, and he wrenched his arm down, sending America sprawling on the ground, and the gun fell far from either's reach. Russia pressed a boot on his chest.
"Now," he spat, "Now I have my revenge."
Ivan leaned forward and quick as a flash brandished a syringe and stuck it deep into America's neck.
America fought, pushing against Ivan's arm but the Russian had all his weight on his side, so Alfred's efforts were useless.
Alfred the suddenly relaxed, as the drug took hold, giving him no movement, but feeling remained as ever. He felt the snow beneath him start to melt into his back.
Russia tore at Alfred's clothes, and realisation filled America. Not this…Please…I thought you were better than that…Oh God I'd rather die…
Straining all his muscles, America tried to speak, but nothing would obey him, not even his eyelids would blink, so he was left, staring, as his eyes began to burn with the urge to close.
After Ivan was done, America lay helpless on the ground.
"Now," he said. "Shall we make this quick? I think so."
Ivan raised his pipe, and brought the metal crushing down on the American's head with what would have been a sickening crunch, if it had fell on humane ears. Instead all Ivan heard was redemption.
So...last chapter next. Wow, this is actually my second fic that I've finished that has more than one chapter.
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