Chapter warning - Strong language, sadistic Russia and violence.

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Chapter 4 - Winter is coming

1st November 1950

The past year has being surprisingly fun for Gilbert. After taking revenge on Ivan by putting all the Russians clothes on the front of the house like bunting, a cycle of the two pranking each other began. Gilbert's lest favourite was getting woken up by being dunked in a ice cold bath of water but his revenge was sweet when a painted a dick on the sleeping Russians face and the unaware Russia went the whole of breakfast without knowing.

Gilbert was currently planning another revenge as the Russian had tipped a massive pot of yogurt over his head at lunch. He was debating a tin of venomous spiders down the Russians shirt but came about a much more messy plan. As he started preparation for the plan he smiled brightly.

Ivan on the other hand was having an turbulent time. The snow had being especially awful this year, he knew that meant General winter was going to torment him. Ivan had being covering up his upset very well, but the howling winds out side told him soon that evil man was coming.

Every time that man visits him Ivan would black out only to wake up covered in blood. He didn't like it at all. As the window rattled, he hid under the table prepared for the worst. He stayed their for several minutes before he was sure it was safe. Not wanting to be alone he ran to the kitchen to see if dinner was cooked.

Gilbert had being standing outside the Russians office waiting for him to leave. Once the Russian was clean out of sight he ran in the office placing a bucket of muddy water balancing on the door. Trying to hide uncontrollable smirk he walked away to get food.

Dinner very nice but soon everyone went back to their own business much to Ivan's disappointment. Reluctantly going back to his study to finish of his worked. He noticed his door open a fraction.

'Strange I could have sworn I shut it. Must have forgot.'

Pushing the door open the big bucket of muddy water landed on his head. He slowly pulled the bucket of his head seeing the mess around him.

'Ah shit, What a mess you have made this time Gilbert.'

Making his way to his room he went to take a shower.

Gilbert was watching from round the corner laughing his head off.

"Mein gott, his face is priceless"

Toris walked by gilbert noticing his non stop laughter.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Ksesese Russia just got muddy water all over him"

Toris was almost angry at the German as he was sick of cleaning up after his pranks.

"Well you are cleaning it, up not me"

With that Toris walked away leaving a confused Gilbert.

"Who put a stick up his ass"

Ivan enjoyed the nice hot shower a lot. Dreading getting out, Ivan ran for his towel to keep away the cold. After he finished putting on his fresh clothes, he went to walk out his room slipping over on ice that had suddenly appeared on the floor. Adrenalin rushed through him as he tried to run for the door but for some reason it was getting further and further away. A panicked cry left his lungs a General winter wrapped his arms around the nation embracing him.

"My boy, why do you run. I only do what's best for you."

Ivan ignored the man has he tried to get out the mans grip crying out in pain when the man started making it tighter.

"Its time you repay your debt to me for being so nice the past few years" Grabbing Ivan's head he pulled it back painfully and making the Russian look at him.

"How about we start with the albino, I see he has caused you trouble lately. Punish him"

Ivan whispered barley audible. "I... I don't want to hurt anyone..."

Winter would have laughed if he was not so insulted by Russia's disobedience. Winter grabbed him by his neck pushing him against the wall.

"AFTER ALL I DO FOR YOU! HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK TO ME!"

Tightening his grip Winter started to strangle Ivan.

"If I say you punish him, you punish him!"

Using all his strength Ivan broke free of Winters grip turning to him angrily.

"NYET! I will not hurt Gilbert"

Winter Back handed the Russian causing Ivan to fall to the ground.

"Oh its not a choice"

Winter laughed as he grabbed Ivan head in his hand using his powers to make the man into a empty murderous shell. After he got up leaving the Russian unconscious on the ground.

"My work here is done" Winter disappeared.

Gilbert pushed his face against the cold glass watching the snow storm out side. With his chores done Gilbert was finding him self very bored. Getting up he decided to get a snack. When he opened the door, he found Ivan standing at it.

"Hey bud-"

His words died on his tongue as he seen the murderous look on the Russians face.

"R-Russia?"

His voice a high pitch squeak Gilbert starting debating his escape.

"Time to pay~"

Russia's child like voice made the whole scene more sinister as Russia pulled out a metal pipe he knew he had to run now. Grabbing a book he slammed it straight into the Russians nose, the Russian fell back in surprise long enough for Gilbert to get away.

Running through the first floor screaming he changed route and decided to go down the stairs. Running past a petrified Lithuania, he attempted to make it to the front door only to see it blocked by the Russian.

'When did he get there!'

Changing course again he charged down the hall way and into a room. Falling down some dark stairs he realised he was in the basement. Jumping up he seen a small window at the end of the room. Grabbing a box he attempted to fit through the small window. Just when he managed to get his arm head and shoulders through he felt a pulling on his legs. He heard the ominous 'Kolkolkol' from the Russian. He tried to grab on to anything to stop the Russian pulling him back in.

With one swift yank the German felt him self hit the cold stone floor. The light was now on in the room and he could the dried blood stains on the floor. Russia grabbed the German by his hair dragging him across the room and chaining him to the wall.

Taking his pipe, he hit into the German with a sickening crack. The German screamed from the pain.

"St... op... please"

Gilbert tried to appeal to his nicer side but looked up into the hollow eyes of his attacker he knew it hadn't worked. Russia slammed the pipe into Gilbert stomach. Gilbert tried so hard to give voice to his insults and pleads but the repetitive crack of the metal pipe into him silenced it.

Tears fell from the Germans eyes mixing with the blood on his face. The pain was horrible. Hearing another crack Gilbert slowly started to lose conciseness.

Authors note: Sorry I was going to upload this chapter 3 days ago but shit happened. -_-

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Translations-

Nyet - No

mein gott - my god

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