"Oh this is just totally perfect. First Prussia and now Russia, of all people!" Poland complained. Prussia looked behind him cautiously. Ivan was standing directly behind him with a careless grin spread on his face.
"R-r-Russia?" Gilbert's face went pale, and Russia's lit up upon seeing his fear. "You called him Lithuania?" Gilbert said coldly.
"Yes, my Lithuania told me that he was in a difficult situation and required my help. This is not true, da?" Prussia opened his mouth to answer, but Ivan put his finger over his lips to silence him. "Be careful Beilschmit, there are only two answers, if you don't word either in my favor I will bash your head in." He smiled gleefully. Prussia was shaking now, the fear easily seen by everyone. Poland was gingerly trying to stand up without hurting himself.
"Mr. Russia, you don't have to go through all that trouble just for me." Lithuania said, trying to push Prussia off of him. He saw Ivan look down at him, Toris looked away quickly.
"I want to hear your answer German…" Russia said smoothly and put the crook of the lead pipe he carried under Prussia's chin.
"What did it look like I was doing, Commie?" Prussia sneered and leapt up off of Lithuania. The smile left Russia's face and he stood up slowly.
"That's a very rude nickname, I never liked it Beilschmit." He raised the pipe over his head.
" And I'm not too fond of being called by my last name." Gilbert smirked, he was way over there, how could he possibly attack him here? A loud crack and intense pain erupted from the back of his neck. His vision blurred in and out of focus. "Are you such an idiot that you cannot properly judge distances? It seems to me that that is the answer." Russia said, only a couple inches from his face.
"It doesn't matter if I'm no good at judgment, I make it up with my awesomeness" Prussia choked out
"Oh come on, seriously. Russia just cracked his pipe thing over your head and you can still make lame comments like that?" Poland whined loudly.
"Pipe thing?" Russia mumbled
"They are not lame, they're awesome!" Prussia put his hand behind his head. The throbbing pain pounding in his ears worsened from the sudden outburst. Ivan walked over to Lithuania and grabbed his arm, pulling him up.
"I wish you would shut your mouth, you should be thanking me not criticizing me. That is the right thing to do in your situation, da?" Russia told Prussia while tucking away the pipe into his coat. Poland rushed over to Lithuania and hugged him, he looked at it disapprovingly. Prussia took his hand away and saw deep scarlet blood on his fingers. He clenched it into a fist, he was done being oppressed by this man.
"There's nothing you can do to make me listen to anything that comes out of your mouth you filthy Russian!" Russia stopped trying to pull Feliks off of Lithuania playfully and glowered at Prussia.
"You just don't know how to stop talking, do you Gilbert; and enough with those insulting names. I will have no more of that." Ivan muttered while striding irritably back to Gilbert. He stared down at him and picked Prussia up by the collar of his uniform. Prussia snarled and tried prying the hands off his clothes. "Lets face it, I'm tired of hearing you speak, Gilbert Beilschmit." Gilbert's eyes widened in fear.