Is anyone worried yet? Do you wish I would stop cutting off the chapters at the good parts? TOO BAD, it's called suspense and I love imagining your faces. But guess what, I'm already almost done with the next chapter, so cross your fingers I don't get writing block again.
Poland ran upstairs and into the first room he saw, locking the door behind him. Prussia had quickly told him to hide somewhere while he had Ivan occupied, which in his opinion was done. He couldn't breath as deep as he wanted because of the cracked ribs and was limited to one step behind hyperventilation. "Find a place to hide. Find a-. Place…hide." he told himself. Feliks trudged over to a desk and leaned over top of it trying to catch his breath. Can't let Ivan find me, totally bad idea. He threw open the door of the side cupboard of the desk. It was small, he'll admit; but, he could manage. Feliks squeezed into the confined space, wincing when he hit his head on the top of the cupboard, and waited.
"Prussia, I'm surprised that you'd rather give Poland a chance to get away than run yourself." Russia giggled. "You do realize though, you may have saved him at the present, it won't stop me long. In fact, I won't take long at all." he continued darkly.
Prussia dropped his hand from Ivan's shoulder and backed up. All he had to do was keep Russia's focus off of Poland just until he found a place to hide out for a while. Keep out of reach, he told himself.
"Gilbert, stop playing around." Ivan stepped forward, pulling the pipe back out from his coat. "I'm not in the mood for games."
Still stepping backwards, quickening his step, Prussia managed to stay out of the metal pipe's range. "Anyone but you Ivan!" Prussia cackled and dashed out into the hallway. He heard him chuckle.
"Now I remember why I gave you up. It wasn't that you weren't good enough, that wasn't it at all. The problem was getting you to stay put." Gilbert ducked as the pipe swung over his head, splintering the wall on his left.
The fierce look Russia gave him was intimidating; but, still he ran as Ivan pulled his weapon out of the wall for another blow. Prussia had him annoyed and it showed in his movements. He wouldn't be able to keep him distracted for much longer as he tired of playing hard to get. It was hard enough just taking small steps to keep himself barely out of reach so that Russia still lumbered after him.
"You are a bore." he let the faucet slip though his fingers and clatter to the floor. It's metallic clang resonated in the hall way, he stared down at Prussia, who looked up unsurely. Neither of them moved an inch; Ivan, not wanting to continue this pointless chase; and Gilbert, still denying the fact that his plan was against his favor. "Do you honestly think you are protecting him? Please, you said it yourself. You have absolutely no chance against me and neither does he." Russia said before loosening the scarf around his neck, it was rather warm here. "In fact, he's so incapable of stopping me, I might as well consider him part of Russia." he paused, "And you Gilbert, you are mine as well. I don't care what that slut of an American tells me to do, I know what's mine and what isn't to take. Aside from Poland, I was given a rather generous part of Eastern Prussia as well; actually, if I recall correctly it was more than what Poland received." He saw the realization sink into Prussia's thick skull and with difficulty, kept from grinning at what thoughts were probably running through his head. "Get over here now Prussia, and I promise to leave you alone when I'm done. If not, then the strife you suffered during the Cold War relived would be nothing against what would happen to you" Gilbert shivered at the thought, he took a shaky step forward.
"Good boy, Prussia." Russia purred.