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Warnings: Nothing too bad. Mostly just Feliciano and the others!

"Let's just go Feliciano. They probably went out the back. You want to rescue your potato bastard's fratello or not?" Lovino grumbled, pacing back and forth in front of his brother and Elizabeta, agitated and nervous. They had been waiting for Arthur and Antonio to come back out of the house with Ivan for going on three hours, and everyone's nerves were strung taught like an overstretched rubber band. "Why don't were just go inside already and get the Prussian so we can get the hell out of here?"

"Ve~ Fratello... We don't know... I don't... Eliza, what do you think?" Feliciano asked, the slightest traces of a frown on his face. This was why he wasn't the one who came up with the plans! Ludwig was! What he wouldn't give to have the strong, sometimes scary German with him now. He would know exactly what to do and have more than one plan to get Gilbert out of Ivan's hold. Luddy... Luddy what do I do now? I don't... What if... How do I do this?! He wailed internally to himself. He was coming apart at the seems from the tension shared between the two, panic was slowly over taking his mind. He was trembling badly when Elizabeta wrapped her arms around him comfortingly.

"Calm down dear. I think we should go in there and find him. That's why we are here isn't it? I'm sure Antonio and Iggy took Ivan away. There's nothing to worry about Feli." Elizabeta said, her voice firm with the strength of her confidence, though inside she felt serious doubts curling inside her like an inky blackness, threatening to pull her down into a panicked state similar to the shuddering Italian in her arms. There were so many things that could go wrong, so many potential flaws in Feliciano's plan. She steeled herself when she thought of just who was in there though. Gilbert. Gilbert. He needed her help, and damn them all to hell if they turned back now. Gilbert meant too much to her to turn around without even trying, even if the mission did turn out to be suicidal. She fixed cool green eyes on Feliciano's face and nodded in encouragement, a serious determination etched in the planes of her face.

Meeting her eyes, Feliciano felt renewed strength flow into him and the panic that had threatened to make him turn tail dissipated. "Alright... If anyone gets hurt or we get seperated... come back here, si?"

"We know idiota! Let's just get the damned potato bastard already!" Lovino growled impatiently, and without another word he turned and sprinted for the house. He didn't once pause to see if the others were following.

"Lovi- Fratello..." Feliciano mumbled helplessly, watching his brother for a brief moment before scrambling after him, followed closely by Elizabeta. No turning back now... This is for Luddy! For him... I'll do anything... "Lovino! Lovino go around the back!" Feliciano called as loudly as he dared, eyes darting nervously to the house they were fast approaching. For a brief, heart stopping moment, he thought he'd have to dare to call louder, but to his relief Lovino turned to head around the back after a moment of contemplation on the older Italian's part.

"How are we getting inside?" Elizabeta asked from just behind Feliciano. Her dress, to her dismay and nervousness, kept getting caught and twisted around her legs, threatening to make her trip. How can I defend them and myself if my dress gets caught around my legs? She thought to herself, her fretting almost making her miss the tawny haired Italian's reply.

"I can't exactly remember what Luddy said about breaking into places... I know he said something about basement windows, but... I don't remember if it was to stay away from them or use them... I think it might have been use them, because something about knowing where exits are? It could just have easily been a not to though..." Feliciano said with a frown, trying his hardest to remember. It could have been never to use basement windows because you might find yourself trapped... I don't remember! "Luddy I wish you were here with me... I feel so lost without you..." He whispered to himself, desperately forcing back tears of longing and frustration.

"If you're quite finished, I found the basement window. It leads into a bathroom. This where we go in or not, idiota?" Lovino muttered softly, pulling Feliciano back to the real world.

Feliciano steeled himself and nodded with a sigh. "Si... I'll go in first I guess... Elizabeta, you come in after me and then you Lovi..." He eyed the window that was level with the snow dusted ground, shuddering from nerves. Slowly he lowered himself to the ground and unlatched the window, before laying flat on his stomach and sliding through the window, feet first. His jacket rode up around him, leaving his stomach to be bitten by the clutching cold of the snow. For a few seconds he searched blindly for a place to safely put his feet, but his arms slipped in the cold, wet snow and he was sent crashing to the floor inside with a startle squeak.

"Feli? Feliciano! Are you alright?" Elizabeta called softly, drowning out an annoyed "idiota" from Lovino. Her voice was raw with worry as she peered through the window on her hands and knees in the snow. It took her a minute to adjust to the darkness of the bathroom, but when she could see, she found Feliciano sitting on his butt in a bathtub 6 or so feet below her. She couldn't deny that he looked startled, but apart from that he seemed unharmed.

"Si! Just slipped is all. Nothing to worry about." Feliciano called back after a moment of inventory on all the important parts of him. His tailbone felt bruised, but aside from that he'd be fine. Warm brown eyes flicked to the closed door nervously, wondering if anyone had heard his noisy entrance. He stood absolutely still for a good five minutes before turning back to look at Elizabeta's now slightly shivering form. "Eliza... I think you should be safe t-"

"Well... What are you doing here Feli? Kolkolkol. You be coming to keep the Prussian company too? The more people the less lonely he be being." A vicious grin stretched across Ivan's face, his lavender eyes sparkling brilliantly with a sadistic glee. "You should be coming to see the brotherland. He is tired of the Spaniard's and the Brit's nagging. "He said in a warm voice that was strikingly out of place, given the situation. Before Feliciano could protest, he felt cold, strong arms scoop him up into a crushing, restraining embrace against a thick chest. Terrified eyes flicked up to the window, locking with Elizabeta's as the slender framed Italian was carried through the door. He had ust enough time to mouth the words, 'Get help!" before he was taken out of the bathroom, away from Elizabeta's and Lovino's dumbstruck line of sight.

"Fratel-" Lovino struggled furiously against the achingly cold hand that was pressed firmly against his mouth.

"Shut up! Do you want Ivan to come get us too? Feliciano said to get help. That's what we are going to do. Now keep quiet!" Elizabeta snapped in a hushed voice, terror for Feliciano and fury that they had agreed to let the fragile Italian go first battling in her heart.

"Who do you propose we ask then? Kiku is already serving as a distraction. Who else would help? The others don't particularly care for breaking rules." Lovino hissed against her hand, his fear for his little brother coming off as anger and hostility.

Elizabeta stared in dismay, the realization of the truth of his words causing a sickening feeling to churn in her stomach. A soft sigh bubbled from her lips and she hung her head. "We have to go in and get them ourselves then... We don't have much of a choice."

"That is suicide! Give... Give us two days to prepare, ok? I don't exactly have what I need to openly attack Ivan" Lovino sounded edgy and he glanced around, just waiting for Ivan to appear. We might have one other person... One other person...

Elizabeta looked at Lovino with an incredulous expression. "You're kidding right? Two days? Who knows what Ivan will do to them by then! Tomorrow. I'm going in tomorrow evening whether you are there or not! Go prepare but you had better be back tomorrow." She threatened, eyes murderous as she held up her frying pan to the older Italian.

"I will be here." Lovino promised, backing away slowly with wary eyes. Hopefully with help... Fratello I'm sorry... He thought with one last glance at Elizabeta before he turned around and left to find help, moving faster than usual, all the while thinking how stupid he was about to be.

Well this chapter was rather short. I'll upload a new one soon! Reviews would be awesome and to the "anon" (Even though I know who you are ;) ) Danke! Liebe dich auch 3