AN:// I'm issuing a warning in advance: I plan to make this chapter with Sadistic!Gilbert. Which means the violence in this will be a lot more graphic than in chapter 1.... if I do this right. Hopefully I will. You'll be okay if you choose not to read this chapter. Just remember guys: Cheddar Chex mix is a bag of interesting. Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia Axis Powers, nor do I own cheddar chex mix. Well, I do, actually. They're right downstairs. But the company isn't mine.
"Westen, you're not thinking straight about this." Gilbert sighed, looking into his brother's eyes. "This is potentially suicidal-- for them."
"Well, Östen, what the hell do you want me to do?" Ludwig hissed angirly at his brother. Gilbert usually was the one who didn't think, so why was he criticising the blonde when it usually worked for him? "They come and attack us out of nowhere, and we had one of their own with us..."
"Kleiner Bruder, they're on the defensive, we're on the offsensive."
"That's how you always used to do things." Ludwig reminded him sharply. When his brother looked pensive about this, he slapped him hard across the back of the albino's head. Which caused a strand of blonde hair to fall in front of his eyes. He reached for the hair gel.
Gilbert snatched it away from him. "Ow." He said simply, using his other hand to gently cradle the back of his silver locks. "If that's bleeding, I'm not doing this with you."
"Bruder, I slapped you. I didn't shove a knife in the back of your head." Bad thing to say, now Gilbert was laughing. Crap, he didn't need to be giving Gilbert ideas before the fight was even started. By the Axis. Shit, Gilbert was right, this was a bad idea. But it was too late, the news had already been spread. Both of the Italies, Japan, Austria and Hungary, and the Germans would all be sliding across dangerous ice soon.
"Scheiiiiiiiiße!" Gilbert muttered under his breath. The sun was going down, which meant soon the attack would be starting. "Fucker doesn't even know what the hell he's doing this for.... Scheiße!" He could hear his own footfalls hitting the pavement hard. He was doing it on purpose, because God damn he was pissed. Stupid West never listens to me when I try to help him for once... He thought angirly, letting out a puff of breath. Letting out his anger was gonna feel great.
The sky was starting to turn pink and orange, casting long shadows on the palm fronds above his head. Alright, it was time. Quickly, he rushed over the border, sprinting into the enemy territory. He could feel his blood pumping already.
Now to find his unlucky target. He snapped his head around every which direction, his eyes icing over every corner of the crowded street. Nope, he couldn't find a single badge, time to turn the corner. This time he found someone rather quickly: a short blonde man with huge, very bushy eyebrows. Instantly Gilbert was angry, because he really wanted to cut those off. Really badly. Oh, and just his luck, the guy had an Ally badge! He pushed his way down the cobbled street, earning several angry remarks from the people he'd hit. He paid no attention, and stealthily he fisted his fingers in the sleeve of his t-shirt, covering up the symbol. He jerked the man away from the crowd, hearing a 'hey!', but he didn't stop dragging until he'd got the blonde far away from the bustling streets.
The sun must have been playing weird tricks with the awesome look of his face, because when he turned the face, the man didn't seem to have any recollection of who Gilbert was. Gilbert smirked, that made it all the more confusing for his victim. Which meant more fun. Sucks to be him.
He hit the guy square in the cheekbone, his arm a blur. Quickly he flashed out again, in the other direction, hitting the guy in the opposite place. The man grunted, keeping his face to the ground incase Gilbert wanted to hit again. But no, Gilbert decided, this would be too easy if the guy didn't fight back. Better to give him a chance.
Eventally the man's face came up, and his green eyes instantly locked with Gilbert's Axis badge. His eyes widened in an oh fuck kind of manner, and quickly he brought one of his hands up to his chest. Good, the blonde would be accepting this fight. His mouth opened. "What the hell do you think you're doing in this part of town?" Caterpillar Brows asked, malice in his voice.
"My brother gave the order." Gilbert replied simply, striking out to hit the man again. The short man dodged this, and retaliated the same way. Gilbert was winded instantly when the punch connected with his lungs. He coughed once, stumbling backwards. But much to the shortie's chagrin, Gilbert was smiling.
"You're arm is hurt." He stated, removing a hand from his stomach and pointing to Brow's arm. It was in a heavy blue sling, obviously that limb was out of commision. However, Gilbert's words had angered the blonde, whose cropped hair flew back in the breeze as he lunged forward towards Gilbert once again. Quickly, Gilbert grabbed the outstretched fist, twisting it around the man's back. Once he was rendered immobile, Gilbert shoved his face roughly against a nearby building, seeing the blood seep off as his face cut sharply into cement. Suddenly feeling very excited, Gilbert reached into his pocket yet again, still using his other hand to trap the blonde's hand behind his back.
When he found his switchblade, he extracted it quickly. It flipped open and clicked into place. Without thinking much about what he wanted to do, the albino shoved the object horizontally into the man's shoulder. The blonde cried out when it went in, deep. However, Gilbert couldn't just leave it in there, could he? If he did, not only would he be out of his favorite knife, but there would be no blood! And Gilbert really wanted to see this guy's blood. He wondered, Is it as thick as this man's eyebrows?
The knife made a barely audible squelching sound as it dislodged itself from muscle, and the sound was brashly covered up by Caterpillar Brow's cry of pain. "Bloody fucking hell!" The man yelled, and Gilbert knew immediately which Allied member this was. There was only one country that could be given to fit that accent.
"I thought this might be you, England." Gilbert whispered in the blonde's ear, expertly twirling his now-free knife inbetween his fingers. Arthur grunted beaneath him, in obvious pain. Gilbert didn't blame him- he'd be hurting if the position was switched.
He felt the man breathe in like he was about to be talking, so the albino quickly cut Arthur off. He took his knife, pushing it halfway in to the previous stab wound, and slashed it down. There was now a perpendicular cut running down the man's arm, and the blood was flowing out graciously. And quick. Fuck, Gilbert thought suddenly, emo's do this for a quick and painless death. I can't make this quick... or painless. But so much blood was flowing out of the wound, trickling down the man's arm and designing beautiful patterens of sparkling red.
After admiring the view, Gilbert ripped off the edge of the man's other sleeve and tied it tightly around the cut. The patterns were still forming now, but they were results from previous blood, nothing new. Now, the sticky substance was dripping off Arthur's fingernails, forming a small puddle on the ground below the man's limp-hanging arm. Gilbert smirked triumphantly, picking up the blonde's hand and letting a small bit drop into his mouth.
"I know who you are." Arthur's voice was deep and gritty, formed from the gurgling of his throat pressed harshly against the wall. "You were in another city once a while ago, leading the Teutonic Knights. But then they kicked you out - their own leader!" He spat this last part out, but the spit didn't travel far before it smashed against the stone. "Why were you kicked out?"
Really, what a stupid thing to be asking at a time like this. Gilbert laughed manically, throwing his head back and tighting his grip on both the knife and the blonde's wrist. "Mein Gott, are we playing 20 questions? I thought we were playing murder!" He continued laughing for a moment longer, but once that died down, he decided to humor Brows. After all, he'd be dead soon. "You want to know, huh? Well, they were scared of me. Of the things I did to people. They weren't just scared - they were terrified!" Once again, Gilbert found himself laughing. In between breaths, he contined, "You- should'a seen their face- when I- killed that stupid- traitor. They were- disgusted,- and scared for- their lives!"
Arthur was breathing very heavily while his mind soaked in this information. "Fine, whatever." He said gallantly, pretending the information didn't frighten him in the least. "Just tell me what you're doing on Allied territory."
Suddenly growing serious, Arthur freaked a little when Gilbert's laughed died down. "I'll tell you, but it'll cost 'ya." He bargained.
"Hit me." Arthur said, once again feigning bravery.
Gilbert laughed. "I'm not gonna hit you, Scheißkopf. But, we're here because Westen is pissed off at what you did a couple days ago." He was laughing a little bit again. "For once, he's not thinking. We're here because Kleiner Deutschland wants revenge!"
Brow's groaned audibly. "Yep, that's it." The albino confirmed Arhur's suspicion, and now his blood red eyes with dancing with amusement. "I've always wondered something, blondie." Gilbert continued, more than ready to dish out the punishment. "Blood's mostly got oxygen in it, but it also carries water." He pulled a lighter out of his pocket. "So I can't quite figure it out. And now it's my turn to ask you a question." He flipped the cap to the lighter open. "Do you think blood is combustible?"
And before Arthur could even think about answering the question, Gilbert had ignited his arm.
The bright light and the smell of burning flesh smothered the alleyway, and Gilbert's conscience was flooded over with excitement. He fell backwards onto the old stone wall that Brows had just desperately pushed himself off of, his eyes staring in awe as the flames licked away at Arthur's skin.
"You've gotta smother the flame!" Gilbert cried to Arthur, who was desperately patting and fanning away. "Go run to the beach and bury it in sand, that'll make your arm and it's cuts all better!" He was laughing yet again, the high pitched sounds of screaming and hysterics drowning out everything else in the world.
Until they both recognized a firmiliar, quiet young voice. And then Arthur was running towards the sound of footsteps, screaming, "Canada, help me, Matthew!"
Disappointed, Gilbert realized this as his chance to ditch.
AN:// Oh god, I think I had a little too much fun writing that last part. Seriously. When theres a chainsaw buzzing around you and people are greedily knocking down trees, it makes writing stuff like that pretty easy. But seriously though, I think that this deforestation is the like... 5th thing that's been making this day suck for me. D= Anyways, all German in this chapter was translated by me. I'm an ametuer (1 1/2 years of classes), so if you see something that's wrong, please say so. Anyways, there's the chapter for 'ya. I'm sure some of you didn't enjoy it all that much, but hopefully a few of you did. If anyone thinks I should up the rating, say so. I'll change it. However, this will be the only chapter with sadistic!Gilbert in it (unless there's popular demand for more). By the way, Gilbert doesn't know Arthur's real name. Just that's it's England.