Chapter 11
The Soviets all tackled Alfred and all the other Leaders dashed in to help. They punched and kicked as Alfred managed to break free of the Soviets as Yao hit on square on the head with his large pan.
"CHAAAAAAARGE!" Two familiar voices yelled.
Tino and Eduard ran straight into the fight, punching and kicking any Soviet they could see. Gilbert stood away from the fight, and Alfred started to go after him, but he was stopped by more Soviets tackling him.
Alfred got away from them just as one was aiming his gun at his head, but a white flag came out of nowhere and banged the Soviet on the head. Alfred whirled around to see Feliciano jump down as a group of Soviets surrounded him.
Feli's eyes widened as he realized what he was getting into and started waving his white flag furiously, "No! Don't hurt me! I'll do whatever you want! I have a white flag, see?" he cried.
The Soviets smiled at the Italian as he backed into a wall.
The Soviets surrounded him in a semi-cricle, and Feli smiled, "Now fratello!" he yelled as he smacked the Soviet closest to him across the face with his flag.
With a cry, Lovino jumped in front of his brother with a long metal pole. He twirled it around and hit all of the Soviets with amazing skill. The two Italian brothers stood back to back, waiting for more Soviets.
"Why do you still have that flag on yours, it still looks like you're surrendering." Lovino said looking slightly back at his brother.
"That's the point; I catch them off guard and then I take them out…and I like the way it looks." Feli answered.
Lovino sighed; "Fine, whatever floats your boat." He said as he smacked down another Soviet.
As the fight raged on, a number of Soviets (who were still conscious that is) began to run away as the fire got worse. Meanwhile, Eduard ran as fast as he could with Ivan and Natalia close behind; Natalia with her pistol, and Ivan with his pipe. Eduard ran into the Mansion and found his way to the basement.
Roderich looked up in surprise, "Hey! Let me out!" he called out to Eduard.
"No! Let me in!" Eduard cried as he opened the bars and closed himself inside.
Natalia and Ivan stopped at the bars and smiled evilly at the two Leaders, cocking their guns.
"Leave them alone!" a voice yelled.
Everyone looked to see Tino standing at the back of the room, ready to fight.
Ivan frowned, "Hey, who's de girl?" he asked.
Tino and Eduard's eyes widened, "Are you talking to me?" Tino asked.
"Uh-oh, they called him a 'girl'." Eduard said to a confused Roderich.
"Are you talking to me?" Tino demanded.
"You shouldn't have done that," Eduard warned.
"ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?" Tino yelled.
"Now they're in for it!" Eduard cried and backed up against the wall.
"The name's… Tino Väinämöinen!" Tino yelled; and with a cry, he charged towards the two Soviet Leaders.
Katyusha, who was just about to enter the basement and joined them, was stopped by a loud crash. Cries and yelps of pain could be heard from her siblings as well as the creaking and scraping of metal. A beat up Ivan and Natalia bounded up the stairs and bolted out of the house followed closely by a petrified Katyusha. Eduard, Tino and a now free Roderich climbed out of the basement and ran outside, where Roderich was nearly tackled by a relieved Elizabeta as she hugged him tightly.
Alfred managed to break away from the fight and spot Gilbert trying to sneak away through the house. Alfred ran after him, through the house as the fire began to go inside the house. Alfred followed Gilbert through the long hallways until Gilbert opened a window. He scrambled up the ivy and onto the roof.
He looked behind him, hoping he had given Alfred the slip, but Alfred climbed onto the roof. He walked slowly towards him, his eyes burning with anger, "Murderer," he hissed.
"Alfred…Alfred please, have mercy!" Gilbert said nervously as he neared the edge of the roof.
"You don't deserve to live," Alfred said coldly.
Gilbert's eyes widened, "Alfred…I-you don't understand…I-" Gilbert stuttered.
He sank towards the ground as Alfred hovered over him, "Why should I listen to you? Everything you ever told me was a lie." Alfred said to the terrified Prussian,
"Vhat are you going to do? You vouldn't kill you own uncle, vould you?" Gilbert asked nervously.
Alfred paused, "No Gilbert; I'm not like you," he said.
Gilbert sighed in relief, "Thank you Alfred, I'll make zis up to you. How should I…prove myself?" Gilbert asked getting back up.
"Run," Alfred said, "Run away Gilbert, and never return." Alfred growled, with the same poison that was in Gilbert's voice when their positions were switched.
"Yes, of course," Gilbert said after a long pause and he carefully stepped away from Alfred.
"As you vish," Gilbert continued behind Alfred, his eyes straying to some hot embers on the ground, "Your majesty!" he hissed as he kicked the embers into Alfred's face.
Alfred cried in pain as he rubbed the embers off him, only to be tackled by Gilbert. The two men rolled on the ground, trying hard to overcome the other. Eventually, Gilbert pinned Alfred down with his head hanging over the edge of the roof. Gilbert raised his fist, but Alfred hit him first, sending Gilbert flying.
Alfred got up and ran towards Gilbert and the two pushed against each other's hands, throwing punches and scratches when they could. Alfred punched Gilbert hard, but Gilbert easily recovered and punched back. Before Alfred could even breathe, Gilbert punched him again, sending him to the ground. Alfred looked up to see Gilbert jumping towards him, but Alfred was ready. As Gilbert landed on Alfred's chest, Alfred kicked Gilbert in the stomach, sending him flying over his head.
Alfred looked over, and watched as Gilbert screamed and plummeted over 30 feet to the ground. Gilbert's head hit the ground with a sickening crunch; he twitched and lay still as the flames surrounded and caught onto his body. The smell of burning flesh filled the air until the body was hardly recognizable.
Alfred sighed and faced the sky as the dark clouds opened up to finally allow rain to pour down; it was finally over.
The fire slowly died away as the rain began to soak everything. Alfred climbed down the ivy-covered wall where the other Leaders were waiting for him. He passed Roderich, who was being supported by Elizabeta. He smiled and put a hand on Alfred's shoulder in thanks. Alfred nodded and walked towards the others who smiled and patted him on the shoulder or the back.
Alfred finally found Arthur and wrapped his arms around his brother tightly. He released the Brit and faced Rachel who hugged him tightly as he kissed her cheek.
They broke apart as they heard a pole tap the ground. The Leaders looked at the stairway to the balcony, where Feliciano was, and he motioned to the balcony with his flag. Alfred walked towards Feli, who was holding a small red box, smiled widely at him, before Alfred pulled him into a rough hug.
Feli smiled and put a hand on his shoulder, "It's time," he said and opened the box revealing a silver pistol.
It was the pistol Ludwig had fired when he had accepted Leadership of America. Ludwig told him that when the time came for Alfred to become the new Leader, he would fire it into the air as a symbol of his leadership; and that time was now.
Alfred took the pistol that was loaded with a single bullet and all the other Leaders watched in awe as Alfred walked towards the edge of the balcony, his jaw set and determined. Alfred reached the edge and faced the sky where a patch of night sky could be seen.
"Remember…" Ludwig's voice echoed.
Alfred looked out from the balcony at his country and then smiled as he looked at the pistol. He closed his eyes, stretched the pistol to the sky and pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the country, as the citizens realized that America's long period of darkness had finally come to an end.
AN: YEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHH! BADASS ITALIAN BROTHERS FTW! Not to mention a super awesome Tino! This chapter was fun to write!
Yeah...I killed Gilbert (Sry Prussia fans) but I'll make it up to you in the last chapter!