Chapter 7

Warnings: Swearing, Attempted Molestation, Murder

Rating: M

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Some history of the characters in this chapter! ^^

Gilberts POV

Three years ago...

Gil wrapped his arms around his lover as he woke up. The austrian snored softly in his sleep and Gil kissed his cheek before getting up. He pulled on some clothes that they had thrown away in their passion. He started making some coffee when he saw his brother knocking on his door.

"West?" Gil said giving his brother his nickname. He gave that to him because he had been born in Western Germany while Prussia was born in Eastern Germany. "Vhat are you doing here?" He asked frowning. Ludwig shook his head and sighed.

"They are coming to take you and Roderich..." Ludwig said looking at the ground. "Vhat?" Gil grabbed his brother and shook him. "You...you didnt tell them did you?" Gil asked his eyes wide. Ludwig shook his head then broke down and cried on his brothers shoulder. "They are going to take Feli too...I sent him to his brothers in Italy...perhaps they vill be able to escape..."

Gil jumped as heard some footsteps coming down the room. Roderich had put some clothes on and his glasses. "Ludwig...vhat are you doing here?" He asked. Ludwig wiped his eyes quickly just as there was a knock on the door. Roderich went to get it before Gil could stop him. Roderich came running back into the kitchen with severel men coming in in Nazi uniforms.

"Roderich Edelstien and Gilbert Beilschmidt, you are under arrest for homosexuality." One of the men said. Roderich shook his head. "Nein...not Gil..." He said as the man grabbed Roderich. Another reached for Gil but Ludwig pulled his gun out and pointed it at him. "I vill assure you that mein bruder is not homosexual and is only friends, unfourtenetly, with this man." The man backed away.

"Oh Ludwig Beilschmidt, how nice to see you." The man said with a sneer. "I heard they picked up your little Italian servent crossing into Italy. Pity...wonder how long he will last in the camps." The man grinned at the horror on Ludwigs face. "Leave the albino, wouldnt want to make the honorable Nazi Ludwig Beilschmidt angry." With this the three men left with Roderich who was crying.

Ludwig stared wide eyed before he got slapped across the face. "How could you not defend Roderich?" Gil hissed andstormed off tocry, even if he wouldnt admit it. Ludwig fell to the ground and placed his face in his hands and sobbed. They had taken Feli...the thin Italian wasnt used to hard work...he would most likely not make it even a few months.

Roderichs POV

It was disqusting...Roderich shivered. How long had he been here? A few years...he knew that. He was skin and bones...his unform hardly stayed on him and he had stopped feeling hungry a long time ago...in fact his whole body always felt numb. He wasnt going to last long he knew...

Roderich had witnessed a boy named Feliciano Vargas's murder. The poor boy only lasted a few months...of memory served Roderich the boy had been Gil brothers boyfriend...why hadnt Gil or Ludwig been arrested? Probably because of how ranking Ludwig was...Roderich hated that man for it...hated every single nazi...

"Prisoner 42230!" Roderich lifted his head noticing his number. "In the sick line!" Roderich gasped. He was pushed into the line that was going to the gas chambers. "N-nein...please...gott!" He cried and folded his hands in prayer. He was forced to strip and led into a large room with other naked prisoners. Roderich watched as they closed the door and he prayed more.

Roderich heard the gas coming in and he saw a few of the weakest prisoners who were the closest to the outlets fall to the ground and writhe. Roderich turned his head. He couldnt watch what was going to happen to him. His mind went to all the memories he had with Gilbert...Roderich slipped to the ground and he put a hand on the wall. "Nein..." He cried. He didnt want to die...

Roderich swore he could hear Gils voice...smell his scent...before he was consumed by darkness and he fell to the ground dead, his body to become the countless others that would be burned or mass buried.

Ivans POV

Ten years ago...

It was Ivans fourteenth birthday. His father was a powerful military agent in the Russian army. Ivan stood outside his fathers office and waited for his father to wish him happy birthday. "Ivan?" Ivan lifted his head from the book he was reading to see his tall father looking at him and smiling.

Ivan walked into his fathers office and smiled excited to spend some time with his always busy father. "Well...I think its someones birthday da?" His father said and Ivan nodded his head excitedly. He wasnt sure why is older brother was so scared for Ivan...all his older brother would say about his fourteenth birthday was it was the worst day of his life...he always said that before he killed himself...

"Ivan..." Ivan broke from his thoughts to see his father sitting in his chair, he had a bottle of vodka out. "Come and drink with your father." Ivan nodded and went to sit down on another chair but his father shook his head and grabbed Ivan who yelped and pulled him into his lap. Ivan took the glass of vodka that was offered and he felt uncomfortable.

Ivan felt something hard and he wiggled and tried to get out of his fathers grasp. "Dont." His father hissed in Ivans ear and the boy whimpered. "What..." He screamed as his father knocked the vodka bottle out of Ivans hands and pinned him to the desk. Ivan gasped as his father undid his pants and he closed his eyes so he didnt have to look.

"Ivan Braginiski! There is nothing to be afraid of...my father did this to me too, your brother wasnt strong enough..." Ivan opened his eyes to see his father grinning at him and he screamed as his father ripped Ivans pants down to his ankles and freeing his under develouped member.

"Nyet! Stop! I dont like this!" Ivan screamed and wondered why his mother and sisters werent coming to help him. "You will son, now tell me have you been touching yourself yet?" He asked and Ivan shook his head. "Nyet? Hmmm thats too bad your brother hit puberty before you..."

Ivan cried as he felt his fathers cold hand snake to his cock. "Nyet!" Ivan screamed and pushed his father off who stumbled back anger blazing in his eyes. Ivan grabbed his fathers pistol and pointed it to his father. "Now Ivan...you wouldnt kill me." He grinned walking slowly towards him. "Is this what you did to my brother?" He asked cocking the gun. His father nodded slowly and reached for the gun.

"And Katyusha...do not worry, its only natu-" His father fell back as three rounds went into his chest sending blood splattering all over the room and Ivan. "How dare you touch my siblings! You bastard!" He screamed as he shot his father over and over in the chest and head. "They didnt deserve it! Go to hell! Go fuck the devil!" He screamed and stopped shooting only when the gun ran out of bullets and he stumbled to the door.

Katyusha and Natalia looked at him with large eyes and Ivan smiled."Oh...my sisters...he wont ever touch you again...I promise you will always be safe." He laughed and his sisters shivered at the coldness from his smile...something snapped in his brain.

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