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Translations at the bottom!
-One more pill

Ivan sat in his armchair at home shaking slowly. It had been awhile since he had an attack like this. "Boss?" asked one of his most trusted, Eduard. Eduard dealt with relations. If anyone wanted to see Ivan they had to go through him first. Ivan looked at his slowly his eyes cracked the blood veins popping and shaking madly. "y-you ok sir?"
Ivan just stared for a little while then turned away "D-Da. I'm fine Eduard just a minor attack is all. Go and find out what you can from Feliks, I want you b-back here in 30 minutes, Da?" Ivan's voice was shaky, but either way Eduard left him alone knowing just what these attacks included. Hallucinations, shakes, the urge to kill the first thing to walk in the room. There were other symptoms too, if Ivan didn't take the pills he needed he ended up relapsing into the childhood he lost. Ivan almost never took his pills until it got to that stage.

He sat there staring at the fire as his shakes got worse. He started to see figures in the fire, soon the fire was moving towards him and the voice inside his began to taunt him. "Зачем держать? Go! Убить как можно больше, как вам нравится, кто будет вас остановить?" In spoke over and over inside his head. He gripped his head in an effort to make it shut up. His eyes shut to stop the world spinning, to stop the frightening figures moving towards him, acting out what he desires. He began to hear more and more voices inside his head. "Убить нас!" they taunted. Ivan grits his teeth together trying to block out the taunts.

"Нет!" He screams in his native tongue. His head goes quiet and he slowly opens his eyes to a world standing still his pill box in his hands. He doesn't remember picking it up, nor does he remember even taking the pills. But he must have. For the hallucinations to stop he must have taken the pill. He slowly looked at the clock and sighed. 20 minutes at passed. Eduard should be back in 10 minutes.
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Alfred sighed as he grabbed another glass, filling it with a bloody Mary cocktail. He knew it would be busy but not this busy. How can so people not be working at 5pm? He rushed around taking orders and making drinks, there were only 2 behind the bar tonight. Usually on a busy day like this the bar-owner would help out too but with him in hospital it was just those two. Alfred, who was busy with making the drinks, and Lovino, a close friend and older brother to Feliciano a friend of Mathieu's but Alfred wasn't too keen on him. He was busy taking orders from half the room and cleaning glasses.

The bar was packed full even the dark booths in the corner with full, although with shady characters. The kinda people you imagine would be in a gangster film. Dressed in suits and always looking around them. Two of the dark booths were filled with mostly Italians but a few French and Spanish accents here and there. Lovino seemed to get on well with them. Maybe he was friends with a few of them? They didn't look that much older than Lovino who was 23. One of the Spaniards seemed to be flirting with Lovino a lot, who just laughed and moved to the next both or table.

The other dark booths held a few Asians and Germans who seem to be glaring at each other a lot. They too were dressed in suits all with different coloured shirts. The Italians on the left side of the bar were dressed in a normal black suit with a white shirt and black tie, the Germans in Blue shirts and black ties and the Asians in red shirts with black ties. None of them seemed to get on well; a fight even broke out in one of the booths between a Frenchman and an Asian (if Alfred had to guess he would say Korean). Alfred didn't understand what was said, most of the insults were in their native languages. Blows where exchanged the whole bar erupted as the fight continued the other people on the booths started shouting in French, Italian, German and a multiple of Asian languages until it turned into one big fist fight.

Alfred watched on not sure what to do; Lovino also looked a bit confused. Everything suddenly stopped however when Ivan walked through the door. The Germans untangled themselves and stood up straightening their suits "chef!" they shouted together. Ivan just looked at them and took a seat at the bar.

A glass was placed in front of him. He looked up at who had given him it to see a smiling Alfred "pure Russian Vodka" he stated before going to make more drinks. The Russian smirked putting the glass to his lips and taking a long drink. The group that were fighting had not detangled themselves and straightened their suits. They sat at their booths and just glared at each other slowly drinking their drinks, ignoring the injuries they had just received.
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Hours rolled by again and the bar became quiet, the only people in the bar being the groups in the dark booths and Ivan. Alfred had hung up his apron. "See ya Lovino, Ivan!" he said cheerfully as he left. He had learned a lot about Ivan in the hours he had been sat in the bar. Such as the fact Ivan ran a business even though he's only 21. His birthday was December 30th and he was an orphan. Alfred was sure that Ivan was drunk as he started talking about himself but he looked pretty sober, even though he had drank nearly three glasses of vodka. I mean, who would just tell a stranger about themselves sober? He must have been drunk.

Back at the bar Ivan sipped his vodka slowly. There was a click as the barrel of a gun was put to Ivan head. Lovino stood over him staring at him calmly. "You haven't kept up your part of the bargain Ivan. You had better have what I want or you're brains will be on the wall IL mio amico." The Germans stood and reached into their suits to grab a gun they always kept in their pockets. Ivan was quicker than them and Lovino was soon staring down the barrel of a gun. The Spaniards, French and Italians Stood up all reaching for their guns as well. The number of Lovino's men heavily outnumbered Ivan's. 4 against 16 weren't exactly fair at all. Ivan slowly began to laugh and reached into his coat pulling out a bag full of what looked like herbs.
"Yeah I got what you want. Would you please put that gun away now, Da?" Ivan said as he laid the bag on the counter. Lovino put the gun away and grabbed the bag. "What you doing in a bar like this anyway Lovino?"

Lovino just glared at him "Unlike you I actually have a parent to worry about. Only Nonno and papa know about me being in the mafia, If mama found out I would be skinned alive so of course I got a job to use as an excuse for being out all the time" Relied the Italian, "now if you'll excuse me I would like it very much if you and your bastardo mafia would leave the bar."

"Нет! You're bar owes me money. I'm not leaving till I get some of it." Said the Russian casually a smirk on his face, "Unlike you I actually chase people who have debts with me" The Italian just grit his teeth and slammed a few $100 bills in front of him.
"There no leave." Replied the Italian his eyebrow twitching. His head nodded towards the door and Ivan just chuckled and left the Germans following him.
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Mathieu left the house with his bag it was early Saturday morning and he had Lecture in an hour. He passed Eduard on the way to his collage. A piece of paper was slipped into his hand the Estonian just looking at him out the corner of his eye before walking on. He could see Feliks in all his cross-dressing glory walking down the road.

Eduard sighed and stood waiting for the gender confused man to walk past at which point he joined him and walked with him. "You heard anything about the rebels yet Fel?" asked Eduard in hushed tones. Feliks looked at him and nods slowly leading down a busier street so they could talk freely.
"They're, like, searching China town for others that, like so agree with them, and , like, many soooo agree with them so, like, they're numbers are growing and they're being ,like, such a total problem" Replied the man dressed as a woman. Eduard nodded and patted the polish man on the shoulder.
"Thank you Feliks you've helped a lot" with that Eduard disappeared into the crowd heading the other way.
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Mathieu sat in his chair fiddling with the piece of paper. Slowly he flattened it and read the orders written inside. His eyes narrowed at the mention of the Chinese leader's name. He never liked the Chinese man, never will. He's always high and unless you're used to the smell of opium, every time you see him you'll end up high too. He sighed. He would have to lie to his brother again that night. The boss wanted to see him.

He crumpled the piece of paper into a ball and hid it inside his coat pocket. He turned his eyes to the teacher at front and began taking notes. He could today was going to be a long, very long day.
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Mathieu slowly walked into the Moonlight Night Bar, his clean blue shirt defining him from the sea of red and white inside the bar. He opened the door only to come face to face with his brother. His eyes widened and he quickly moved to a darkened corner hoping that his brother hadn't seen him. A pair of piercing blue eyes watched him from the other side of the room, the owner having shoulder length wavy hair and dressed in the white outfit of the Italians. "Looks like I've found a rare gem" he whispered to himself a strong French accent dominating his speech. He smiled and began to laugh a rather creepy laugh to himself. The laugh sounded like something a rapist would use.

Mathieu sighed as he sat down happy that his bother hadn't noticed him. Opposite him sat Ivan. "Maple" he said sighing again, "You wanted to see me?" The Canadian asked as Ivan leant forward. The Russian had a dangerous smirk on his face.

"Mathieu!" exclaimed a voice to their left. Mathieu froze up and looked there slowly looked.
"B-brother" he said slowly, "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing! I work here what about you?"
"He works for me," cut in the Russian, "He starts next week I just wanted to get to know him better" The Canadian nodded shyly.
"Y-yea. H-he thought it'd be a good idea for me to learn about him since we're going to be working very closely together." Alfred nodded and walked away to take some-one else's order. Mathieu shot Ivan an angry glare before getting up and leaving. "I'll be there first thing on Monday Boss" Mathieu stated putting emphasis on the word 'Boss'. He turned around and left without another word.
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Wahoo! Another chapter! R&R people please?
Translations!
Russian:
Зачем держать? Go! Убить как можно больше, как вам нравится, кто будет вас остановить? = why hold back? Go! Kill as many as you like you is going to stop you?
Убить нас = Kill us!
Нет = No!
Italian:
IL mio amico = my friend
Bastardo = bastard
German:
Chef = Boss!