*shyly walks in* Uh… Hi… *messes with the end of her shirt* Yeah… I know that I've been gone for quite some time… It's just… A lot has happened sense I moved. School trouble, working full time, depression, lack of motivation, more depression, loss of interest in hobbies, depression. Lots and lots of freaking depression. I'm fine now. I know many of you have been waiting for me to update this story. I've been waiting myself. I'm just glad that I'm out of my funk and back being me and all. So with luck I'll at least update every month. *crosses fingers*
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Chapter 9: Make Your Move
Prussia slouched over the bar running a finger around the edge of his glass of brandy. His eyes seemed hazed or it could have been from the smoke building up in the pub. The pub was filled with men chatting and drinking some with smokes as they played cards. It was lively and Gilbert would've enjoyed himself more if it wasn't for the tight knot that sat in his stomach. He had gone to Francis' house and stayed there for the night, but the next day France kicked him out. The blonde had a very important fashion show to go to and he told Gilbert to go home to Germany. Prussia was about to follow the advice, but knew that the little Italian would still be there at this hour. So, he ended up milling around till it was close to eleven at night. He found a pub and sat there drinking and blankly staring at his glass. Germany was probably waiting for him to come home as promised. Screw him. He had his little Italy to keep him company. It's not like he would really care anyway. Prussia took a long gulp of his brandy and slammed it back down on the bar. "Damn Italian."
"Italy?" Prussia's back went ridged at the sweet childish voice. His eyes snapped to the side of him to see a smiling face. Fear swept over his face.
"I-Ivan… What are you-"
"Hush." Russia placed a finger on the albino's lips. He grinned and turned to the bartender. "Two vodkas please." Ivan turned back to Prussia, "I'm not here to cause you any trouble."
"Funny… Normally when you are around you always seem to cause trouble." Prussia huffed as he finished off his brandy. He pushed the glass away and stood to leave. Russia grabbed his arm pulled him back down onto the stool.
"Stay, my friend. I think I could help with this little problem you have." Prussia gave him a look, but eased into the stool listening carefully. Ivan smirked, "Good… Now, what about little Italy? Is he causing you grief?"
"Grief?" The bartender came back with two vodkas which Russia gave one to Prussia who sipped it before continuing. "It's more like a pain in my rear end."
"Oh my… Please… Do go on." Ivan's smile grew with interest.
"Well…" Another sip. "He just gets on my nerves you know?"
"Why is that?"
A long gulp of the vodka. "He's all over West every time he comes over."
"Why would that anger you? I don't remember you ever being upset about it before."
"It never did before." Quickly finishes the vodka making a face. Prussia shook his head feeling slightly hot. "It's just… I… I love Wesssst… He'sss…" His words began to slur. Ivan pushed his untouched glass of vodka over to Prussia who took it and finished half of it quickly. "He'sss… Godss! He'ss sthexy! Those toned abss! I wants to ravisssh him! Buts, that damn Italian!" Prussia finished the vodka and Russia orders him another. "And whys isss it that Italy can be ALL over him and I can'ts?" The bartender gave Prussia the glass. Gilbert drank it all in one go. Now his whole body felt like it was burning up. "Whys it ssso hot in heres?"
"Would you like to step outside? It's cooler out there." Ivan said helping the Prussian to his feet. He led him outside and Gilbert felt the cold wind hit him and the world went black. Russia smiled, "Good… Now it's time for you to see your new room my little pet."
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Germany sat in the living room staring at the grandfather clock across the room. He tapped his foot impatiently with his eyes zipping back and forth from the door to the clock and back again. It was already three in the morning and there was still no sign of his brother. Gilbert said that he would be home by now. God forbid France probably took him to go drinking. Ludwig sighed and stood grabbing the phone. He dialed Francis' number and it rang for a few seconds before the other picked up. "Hello?"
"Hi, Francis? This is Ludwig."
"Ah! Ludwig! Are you calling for another make over?"
"No!" Germany growled, but sighed deeply rubbing his temples. "No… Look… Is Gilbert with you?" There was silence on the other end for a moment.
"He's not with you?"
"No…" Ludwig felt a lump at the bottom of his stomach. "He… He said that he was going to be home tonight… But, he hasn't shown up. I… I thought he was with you."
"No, I sent him home a long time ago, because I had a fashion show to attend to."
"Then where could he be?" Desperation sounded in Germany's voice now worried for his brother.
"Try the pub. He could possibly be there. That's where he normally goes if he's bored."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome… Good luck." Germany hung up the phone and ran for the door.
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Germany ran into the bar looking everywhere for the albino. He went up to the bar and flagged down the bartender. "What can I do for you?"
"Have you seen a man with white hair in here?"
The bartender blinked then nodded, "Yeah, I saw him. He was chatting up with this Russian guy. Poor guy had a little too much to drink and ended up passing out when the Russian took him outside."
Panic started to set in and Germany thanked the man and ran out of the bar. He jumped into his car hitting the gas. This is not good. Ludwig hadn't heard or seen the Russian sense the time of their meeting. Could Ivan be planning something to get back at him? Oh god, he hoped not for his brother's sake. "I'm coming, Gilbert."
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Prussia's head spun as he was starting to come to. His eyes struggled to open still feeling heavy and hot from the drinks he had. When he finally did get them open all he saw was darkness. Gilbert groaned and tried to move, but found that he couldn't. His wrists were bond by metal cuffs and his ankles as well. Prussia began to struggle with the restraints and fear swirled around him as he slowly started to remember what happened before. His heart raced as the time went by and he still couldn't get free. Warm blood started to flow down his arms as he continued to try to break free. Prussia stopped knowing that if he continued that he would most likely pass out from blood loss and would probably die. With alcohol still flowing in his system his blood would spill faster. Gilbert cursed and tears stung his eyes feeling helpless. Why didn't he just go home like Francis told him to? "Damn it… God damn it!"
"Oh, you're awake?" Prussia's eyes strained against the black to see the person to the voice.
"I-Ivan?"
"Who else?" There was a loud thud and crack. Gilbert screamed out in pain as his felt a rib bone break. Another thud sounded, but Prussia only let out a grunt. Ivan laughed, "This reminds me of the good old days. Doesn't it, my little pet?" Prussia could hear Russia get closer and soon he could feel his breath on him. "I miss playing with you." Ivan whispered licking the side of Prussia's face. Gilbert grimaced and spat at Russia. He could hear the other chuckle at his action. "Cute as always." Suddenly, there came a great amount of pain from Ivan swinging his pipe down onto his head.
"Fuck!" Gilbert yelled and his mind swirled around feeling even dizzier then before. Blood started to drip down his face hearing another chuckle erupt from Ivan.
"Be careful. I don't want to kill you now. It would defeat the purpose that I have planned for you and your brother."
Prussia's eyes widened, "W-West?"
"Of course…" Ivan got closer running a hand down Prussia's bare chest. "I have some unfinished business with him." His hand continued down and slowly undid the button on Prussia's pants. Gilbert began to struggle again and ended up kneeing Russia in the face. He grinned in satisfaction, but quickly frowned as Ivan slapped him hard. He had hit him so hard that the iron taste filled his mouth. Prussia spat out some blood and glared even though he knew the other couldn't see him. "I'd advise you not to do that again."
"Bite me!" Prussia growled.
"Don't tempt me." Ivan cooed as he went back to unzipping the Prussian's pants. Again Gilbert struggled and kneed Russia in the chest this time. Ivan backed away for a moment then a sharp pain jolted through Prussia's system. He gasped for air from the sharp kick to the chest Ivan gave him. "Do that again and I'll break your legs." Russia said coolie as he made his way back. Gilbert froze knowing all too well that he was not joking. The tears began to form again as he felt Ivan's hand slip down his pants. Russia began to rub Prussia's member gently. "That's my good little pet." He leaned forward licking Gilbert's lip tasting some of the blood the lingered there. "Ah…" Ivan hummed in delight as Prussia's lower regions began to react to his hand. "Still can't get enough of me, hmm?"
"B-Bastard…" Prussia was ashamed of himself greatly and tears began to stream down his face. Ivan chuckled and started to circle the tip of Prussia's hardened cock with his thumb. He was about to nibble the other's neck, but someone from afar called out.
"I-Ivan…! L… Lu… Ludwig is here…!"
"Ah… Perfect." Ivan stood and went to open a door letting a blinding light fill the room. Prussia squinted his eyes and finally took a look at his surroundings. It was a single stone wall room. No windows, just a door. Russia turned to his captive with a grin. "Be a good boy and stay." Prussia stared up at Russia in fear for his brother. Ivan's grin grew as he went and shut the door hearing Gilbert screaming after him.
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Germany stood in Ivan's office all the more pissed off. His eyes snapped to Ivan as he entered the room. "Where is he?" Ludwig growled.
"Where is whom?" Russia smiled innocently.
Germany stormed over to the Russian grapping onto his scarf. "Where is Gilbert? I know you have him!"
"Now now, Ludwig…" Ivan took the other's hands from his scarf pushing them away. "Violence is not going to solve anything." A wicked smirk crossed his face. "Not when your brother is on the line."
Ludwig's body went ridged, "What… What have you done to Gilbert?"
Ivan shrugged, "I only shook him up a bit, but he'll be fine… Just as long as you do what I say."
Germany clenched his jaw taking a step back. "Fine, what is it that you want me to do?"
Russia grinned with glee, "All you have to do is be mine and I'll let your brother go safely. If you disagree then your brother will stay with me and I will kill him." Ludwig's breath caught in his throat. Ivan smirked, "Make your move, Ludwig."
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:3 DUN DUN DUN!
Ah, I have a little something to share with you all! A little picture of Prussia when he was chained up! (drawn by yours truly)
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