|| Wow! I already got awesome feedback for this! Thank you! I'll try my best to make this good for everyone!|| Welcome home, Prussiya~'
The words continued to play over and over in Gilbert's head. As he looked away from Ivan, he stayed quiet. As Ivan walked away and to the kitchen he felt something move in his chest pocket. He looked down and opened it, a small smile appearing. "Fritz~" he kept his voice down and looked around before closing the pocket again. "Shh... They don't need to know you're here, freund."
Russia returned with his normal smile, placing his hand on Gils shoulder and giving a small squeeze. "Who were you talking to?"
"Myself! Even if I was talking to someone else, it would be none of your business, fatass!" Ivan's smile fell and he pushed Gilbert up the stairs. "Bad choice in words, comrade.." Gilbert was pushed toward a dark and cold room. "You will be staying in here until you choose to change your attitude." He smiled and took Gilbert's jacket from him, walking to the bed and stripping it until there was only a pillow. "The window does not shut. It will be very cold tonight."
He laughed and took everything into the hall. "You can't just leave me in here with a fucking pillow! Sie dumm russisch!(You stupid Russian)Give me my jacket!" He honestly wasn't worried about his jacket, just the small, fragile bird sitting in the pocket and being roughly handled by the Russian. Ivan shrugged and tossed the jacket in and onto the floor hard, a small unusually sound coming from it. "Sheiße..."
Ivan heard and dropped the blankets into the hallway, walking back inside. Gilbert grabbed his jacket and held it to him protectively. "So you are sneaking things into my house now?" He grabbed the jacket and pushed Gilbert back hard, looking through the pockets and smiling as he pulled out the bird. "Oh.. Ptichka(Birdie)... There isn't much in the kitchen.. This will do just fine."
"Nein!"
Ivan threw the jacket at him, smirking as he left quickly and shut the door, locking it behind him. Gilbert ran and started pounding and kicking the door. "Bring him back you stupid Russian! I will end you if you hurt him!"
Ivan set the bird in a small box with a piece of bread and shut it, setting it in his office and leaving it after he popped a few holes in it.
Gilbert gave up pounding after an hour and sunk down, crying into the jacket and pulling out a small yellow feather left in the pocket, playing with it between his fingers. "It's official. I've lost everything. No Bruder. No heat. No Gilbird. I'm so sorry Fritzy..." He slowly passed out on the floor from exhaustion as his tears stopped when he couldn't produce more.
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As soon as dinner was ready Ivan had walked up and back to the room. He pushed the door open and Gilbert flew forward onto his face. "What the fuck?!"
"Dinner is ready. We all eat together like a family, da?"
"I want nothing to do with you or your little fantasy!"
True. A happy family was a fantasy, though he never liked being told what was fantasy vs. reality in his life. "Fine. You may starve in here. Spokoynoy nochi, Prussiya."(Goodnight, Prussia)He shut the door and locked it before going down to eat with the others. They finished quickly and ran off to do their other chores, leaving the Russian to eat alone like usual.