A/N: Where did we leave off? Ah yes, in the middle of a sweet and crazy cliched action scene! Also, special thanks to Puffyfan15, St. Helena, and (as usual XD Thanks for many reviews!) pastaaddict for reviewing!
Stalin's men fired. The sound of gun shots echoed down the long hallways. Arthur jerked his head towards the sound of the shots.
"Alfred!" He shouted. Arthur ran down the hall to where a most horrifying sight greeted him. Alfred was lying in a pool of his own blood. Arthur ran over to Alfred to check how severe his wounds. He grabbed Alfred's wrist to check his pulse and in his dismay, found no beating. Arthur felt a pang of sadness, replaced by rage. He faced Stalin, who had a large scratch wound on his left cheek.
"You bloody bastard!" Arthur shouted and fired multiple shots at the Russian leader. Each shot lodged itself in Stalin's body, each finding a vital organ. With a shaky laughter, the Russian tyrant collapsed and died. Arthur shot him once more, just for good measure and grabbed his walkie -talkie and called Kiku.
"Alpha Dog down. I repeat, Alpha Dog down!"
"Arthur-san, what is your position?"
"Near the door of Gilbert's cell, down the fifth corridor."
"Affirmative. Me and Ludwig-san will be right there with Antonio-san and Lovino-kun."
"It's Ludwig and I..." The Brit sighed and switched his walkie-talkie off. He looked at Alfred. "You really are stupid, you know. What were you thinking? Why would you try to take down the big one on your own...and what will we tell Gilbert..." Arthur trailed off.
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So that happened. Enjoy having your feels crushed into tiny pieces and then smashed again. But is Alfred really dead? Would I be that cruel? Anyways, you know the drill. Reviews, follows, and favs are welcome and appreciated! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Sorry it's pretty short...