-------Vichy France 1943--------

Aliz hadn't seen Francis for a week, but she was also bored, which was the reason why she was exploring Ludwig's basement. She had just stepped off the last step of the basement stairs when she spotted Gilbert emerging from one of the doors along the corridor, smiling and humming to himself.

As soon as Gilbert had disappeared up the stairs Aliz walked over the door Gilbert had just left, registering vaguely that it was the one Ludwig had told her not to go into.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Aliz pulled a bobby pin out of her hair and began to fiddle with the lock on the door. A few seconds later it clicked.

Aliz pushed the door open and screamed.

Francis was lying motionless on the floor, wrists bound behind his back. A crimson puddle was spreading outwards from multiple wounds, including a deep cut above his right eye, staining his coat and the ends of his hair. The rose Francis always carried was lying above his head, stem broken, petals scattered and torn.

"FRANCIS!"

A second later Aliz had dashed across the room and knelt by her cousin's side, not caring about the blood seeping her skirt. As she brushed a strand of hair off Francis' face, she heard footsteps in the corridor.

"Tsk, you've ruined the surprise, poking your head where it doesn't belong." Gilbert muttered from the doorway. "I'm not done with the bastard yet, he's still breathing."

"Why?"

"What? Why all that? It's called interrogation liebig. Get used to it."

"What kind of information needed that much force? And if he's a nation, shouldn't he be getting more respect than this?"

"None of your damn business little girl. And if mein Führer has his way, he won't be a nation much longer anyway. Why do you think you exist?"

"I…I don't know…"

"And I don't give enough of a flying fuck to explain. Besides, you have bigger things to worry about."

"Aliz, what are you doing down here?" A second figure with blonde hair and sky blue eyes had appeared in the doorway.

"Snooping's what. Evening Bruder." Gilbert pushed past Ludwig, whistling under his breath again and grinning. "I think I'll pay 'Laine a visit."

"Do you want to tell me why you broke one of the only rules I gave you?"

"Well, I was bored so I went exploring and saw Gilbert come out of that room smiling, so…Besides, I haven't seen my cousin for a week and I was looking for him."

Ludwig sighed.

"Come with me. My boss has business to discuss with me and I can't have you wandering around causing anymore trouble while I'm busy."

Aliz sighed before whispering to Francis.

"I promise I'll protect you, even if it costs me my life.

-------Omake------- (Warning - Mature Themes)
-------Vichy France July 14, 1943-------

"Yes, right away sir."

Ludwig set the phone back on the cradle and headed for the basement. Since Gilbert had questioned Francis last, today was Ludwig's turn.

As he stepped off the basement stairs, Ludwig reached into his pocket and pulled out the key to Francis's cell. Walking a little ways down the hall, Ludwig unlocked a door, pushed it open, and froze.

Gilbert had Francis naked and pinned against the wall. Gilbert was still mostly clothed, probably, Ludwig suspected, because he felt more powerful that way. Oddly, The Nation of Love didn't seem to be enjoying himself. Francis moaned when Gilbert thrust into him true enough, however they were moans of pain, not pleasure.

It didn't take long for Francis to realize Ludwig was watching Gilbert and himself and his body immediately flushed a faint scarlet. Gilbert either hadn't noticed or was just ignoring Ludwig.

Francis's eyes glazed with fear and he backed slightly into the wall, attempting to get Gilbert out of him. He was stopped by Gilbert's hands on his hips and a particularly painful thrust. Tears welled up in the corners of Francis's eyes.

"Gilbert, s'il te plait...pull out...it hurts..."

"It wouldn't be torture if it didn't hurt liebig." Gilbert muttered softly.

Pushing in forcefully Gilbert smirked with pleasure at Francis' cry of pain. Snaking an arm between them, Gilbert wrapped his free hand around Francis's manhood. Francis tensed at Gilbert's touch. Gilbert cackled quietly.

"You're all wet…are you really going to come this quickly Francis?" Francis's flush deepened.

"Oui." If only Ludwig wasn't watching, it wouldn't be so bad.

"Go on then…" Gilbert muttered in Francis's ear, fingers slowly stroking Francis's length. Francis came soon after that, soaking the front of Gilbert's shirt, moaning softly. A second later Francis felt Gilbert come inside him, groaning in pleasure.

Gilbert stayed inside Francis for only a moment before pulling away. Francis crumpled against the wall, mentally and physically exhausted. Gilbert fastened his pants, grabbed his jacket and headed out of the room smiling.

"He's all yours Bruder."

As the door closed, Ludwig walked over to where Francis was leaning against the wall, picking Francis' coat off the floor. Crouching he offered it to the still naked Frenchman. Though Francis was clearly afraid, he still accepted the coat, tugging it over his still flushed body.

"I have a question for you."

-------Author's Notes-------
Author - Phoenix / Beta - Shadow

Francis: Why do you like torturing me so much?
Phoenix: I'm only reporting history, and you're supposed to be unconscious...
Gilbert: Beats being bored out of my skull.
Shadow: Don't look at me, I'm just the beta.
Francis: You didn't have to drug me...
Gilbert: Eh, orders are orders. It would have been more fun if you were conscious for all the things I did to you.
Francis: And just what would those things be?
Gilbert: Wouldn't you like to know~