A.N – Hey, wow. Two chapters in and the support has been immense! Thank you to all the people who have subscribed and reviewed, I couldn't love you guys any more . I haven't really put much down but the story and I think I'm gonna keep it that way, it's easier I think to just have an author note every chapter or so, hope none of you mind.

I don't know how long the stories going to be, hopefully in between 10-15 chapters and I'll try to make them longer, I promise. Also the RusUK is going to be coming much in later, and it's most likely going to be one-sided, just to let you know.

OK huge A.N over

Because He Loves You.

Chapter 3

"I'll give you a head start if you like?" Ivan asked politely, "it's only fair, I will be killing you in your own home after all."

Arthur backed away. He wouldn't stand to be threatened and the thought of running away, much less in his own home absolutely repulsed him, Arthur Kirkland was no coward.

But he was unarmed, and facing a lunatic with a gun.

Much to his displeasure, Arthur turned sharply and walked out of his hallway and into his living room. He waited a few seconds, then ran.

Out of Arthur's many houses, this was by no means his biggest, but it had just enough rooms and floors in it for him to be able to evade the tall Russian for a good while. He hoped.

Arthur stopped running when he reached his library, he instantly headed towards his phone but stopped short just as he picked it up.

Who would he call?

Francis never answered his bloody calls and the only other person who would help him was the person Ivan was trying to hurt.

Arthur placed the phone down again, although he did not believe that Alfred's feelings for him were as strong as the Russian seemed to think they were, he wasn't naïve enough to think the American had no feelings at all.

Out of the corner of his eye Arthur noticed something glinting in one of his old umbrella stands.

"My sword…" he whispered incredulously, one of the many from his pirate days, he had gotten it down from his attic to show to Japan one day, they were planning to compare it to one of Kiku's own swords, but the Japanese man had cancelled his visit, and the sword was unceremoniously dumped in the umbrella stand, left to gather dust for years to come.

Arthur strode confidently over to the stand, with the sword in his hand he could easily take on Ivan.

A shrill ring echoed suddenly and sharply around the house, stopping Arthur, he knew who that had to be, he couldn't let Ivan answer it, Arthur quickly grabbed the sword and sprinted over to the phone, he checked the caller ID and sure enough it read "The Hero" (Alfred had typed it in and Arthur didn't know how to change it).

Arthur picked up the phone and held it far enough away from his ear that he wouldn't be deafened by the idiot on the other end.

"Hey old man!" he heard the familiar voice yell followed by the usual rabble that sprouted from Alfred mouth. He covered the phone when he thought he heard a creak from the room next to him, waited a moment then brought the phone back to his lips.

"Iggy…?" he heard down the line.

"Shh! Alfred, listen, do not come here ok?" Arthur hissed desperately down the line.

Arthur heard another creak.

"Why?"

Then another.

"What's wrong?"

Ivan framed himself in the door of the library.

"Nothing." Arthur said slowly, "just stay away!"

Ivan lifted his gun and quickly fired, hitting Arthur in the shoulder, he fell to the side, dropping the phone and the sword on the way down.

"FUCK!" he cried out.

He could hear Alfred calling out to him over the phone as Ivan walked over and stood next to him, he kicked the sword away and picked the phone up.

He chuckled at Alfred's cries and switched it off before he threw it back on the floor.

"Excuse me," Ivan said sweetly, "I'm a terrible shot today, let me try again." He lifted the gun again towards Arthur, who was clutching his shoulder and trying to crawl away, sliding backwards to the corner of the room. Russia slowly followed him, the gun constantly aimed at his chest.

Ivan chuckled darkly again and started loudly humming to himself.

The tune of a familiar song reached Arthur's ears. 'Run Rabbit' was an old British favourite and Arthur's mind unhelpfully supplied the lyrics to the tune.

"Run Rabbit, run Rabbit, run, run, run, don't let the farmer get his gun…"

Very ironic, he dryly thought to himself, the bastard had probably learned the song just for this very moment; he'd planned everything out to a T.

Ivan's gun clicked, Arthur quickly reacted, he suddenly kicked forward then pushed back so instead of the bullet going through his heart, the bullet drove itself through his thigh. Immense pain shot through England's body. But then again, he thought to himself, pain means you're still alive.

His sudden movements had made Arthur's hands slip, his arms gave way and the nation was now lying flat on his back. A heavy black boot pressed down on his chest.

"You're a lot harder to kill than I thought you'd be. Now, stop fighting me and die."

Ivan raised the gun slowly to Arthur's head.

Arthur madly thrashed around underneath him, but he couldn't break free, the Russian on top of him was just too heavy.

This is it, he thought, "the end." He felt oddly calm as he relaxed, letting his arms fall to his sides with a dull "thud!" against the floorboards.

He felt his fingers brush against something cool and metallic, he rolled his head to the side.

The sword!

He quickly grasped it in his hand and turned back around to face the gun, and the man aiming it at him.

"Do svidaniya dorogoi Anglii." Ivan spoke coldly.

Arthur's eyes widened and he sharply brought the sword around, swinging it upwards towards the hand above him, Ivan cried out, not only loosing the gun, but also the ends of two of his fingers,

"Chertovski der'mo!" Ivan swore loudly in Russian. Moving off of Arthur in pursuit of his gun and finger tips.

Arthur quickly took this opportunity to roll into a standing position, his leg almost giving out under the weight o f him.

He quickly pointed his sword to the back of Ivan's neck.

Ivan straightened himself but otherwise gave no reaction to the threat.

"What are you going to do Arthur? Kill me?" He chuckled, "I see now I shouldn't have been trying to kill you. Even now you are a strong nation…"

"Get out of my house Russia." Arthur muttered coldly, his vision was starting to get hazy, the blood loss starting to take its toll, he swayed slightly.

"Or what?" Russia turned and faced him, "I don't want to kill you anymore Arthur, I shot you, twice, and you still managed to defeat me. It would make me sad to see you go."

Arthur swayed more violently, dropping his sword.

Ivan instantly moved forwards and grabbed him by the neck.

"Become one with Russia, Da?" were the last words Arthur heard before he passed out.