Ivan opened his eyes and noticed how much his head was hurting, and so did every part of his body. Ivan wanted to die. He didn't want to live any more. He sat up and noticed that he was in a car. He looked and noticed that Gilbert was driving it; Ivan refused to speak because he didn't know how the other will react, so he stayed silent when Gilbert drove. Then Gilbert parked the car, and he carried Ivan inside, then he took him upstairs and finally when he dropped Ivan in Ludwig's room.

Ludwig did manage to free himself and got Dressed again. Ivan noticed that Gilbert had locked him in, and then he noticed that Ludwig was standing behind him.

"Ivan?" he mumbled. "I'm sorry..." he whispered.

Ivan nodded as he stood up; he noticed that Ludwig was acting odd; he kept flinching away from Ivan's touch. "What did he do to you?" Ivan asked as he stroked the others cheek.

"What did he do to you?" Ludwig asked looking up.

Ivan turned away, he didn't want the other to know, and he would just feel guiltier. "Nothing I can't handle," he said as he sat down on the bed.

"Please tell me" Ludwig mumbled.

Ivan burst into tears as he remembered the long hours spent alone with Gilbert, it was worse than the time he raped him in hospital after his accident. He was tortured in every single way possible, and then he was told about everything Gilbert did to Ludwig. "He raped me and hurt me, but what hurt the most is when he described what he did to you" Ivan said as he glanced at Ludwig's back.

"It's okay," Ludwig mumbled. "Are you hurt? I can care for your wounds..."

"Can I see it?" he asked as he stared at the others back, he ignored the others question. He was hurt but that could be ignored for now.

Ludwig sighed lightly and put his shirt off.

Ivan gasped as he saw the four words on his lovers back. He stroked each word gently, he felt anger rise in his body, and how dare Gilbert hurt Ludwig? He could hurt Ivan all he wants and Ivan wouldn't turn into his insane side, but when he saw the words on Ludwig's back he wanted to kill Gilbert, and he knew he would.

"You are not a slut, and you certainly don't belong to anyone but me" he said as he kissed Ludwig before pulling away and heading towards the door.

"SLUT BELONGS TO GILBERT"

Those words kept running through Ivan's mind as he felt himself go even angrier.

Ludwig winced lightly when Ivan touched the fresh wounds. He kissed back lightly and watched him. "What are you doing? Ivan let him be...please..." he whispered.

Ivan didn't hear the others words, all he could see was how Gilbert must have raped him and scared him to life. Ivan broke the door down as be brought his metal pipe out of nowhere, he walked to Gilbert room to see him sleeping... well soon he would be in a sleep where he would never wake up.

Ludwig followed him quickly and holds him tightly. "Ivan! Stop!"

Ivan turned around harshly, "Why? He hurt you? He doesn't deserve to be alive" he hissed as he felt himself being grabbed.

"You also hurt me…." he said quietly. He didn't know how the other would react but right now he hoped to stop the other from killing his brother. "He is my brother..."

"I know I did and I would never forgive myself for what happened... but I stopped. What would you do if he died? Would you miss the way he raped you? Do you love him?" Ivan asked as he clenched his hand around the pipe, tightly.

"He is my brother and he raised me up. He wasn't always like this...there was a time when he would have done anything for me...and I know this Gilbert will come back... And yes I love him..." he mumbled and held Ivan's arm tighter.

"I don't think I would be able to stop him if he decides to rape you, what am I supposed to do? Watch as he continues to break you, or wait when he is finished with you so he comes to me for seconds? I can't handle experiencing what happened at that house again... please" Ivan said as he rested his hand on the Germans hand that was resting on his shoulder.

"I will move out. I said it yesterday and I will...but don't kill him," he said quietly.

"Then leave this house with me right now, pack your bags now. He is sleeping and we can leave, I can buy a new house to live in, some place he wouldn't find us, I'll treat you the way you should be treated... But you have to leave now" Ivan said as he looked into the others deep blue eyes.

Ludwig bit his lip and nodded lightly. He walked back into his room, pulling Ivan with him, and started to pack his things.

Ivan wanted to kill Gilbert, but he knew that if he did then Ludwig would be upset, so he decided to let his anger go for now, for now he would ignore it but not forget it. Suddenly he heard a laugh.

Ludwig turned around and looked at his brother. "Gilbert..." he mumbled.

Ivan turned around to see Gilbert smirking at the both of them, "That plan sounds like a lovely idea, so cosy and you get to live happily ever after" Gilbert said in a mocking voice as he walked towards Ludwig. "Just one thing..." he said as he grabbed Ludwig by his collar, "this is mine"

Ludwig stumbled lightly to Gilbert and looked at his brother. "When did you become such an asshole?" he whispered.

"Maybe when you brought the Russian to our house, you replaced me with that idiot" Gilbert said as he pushed Ludwig against the wall.

"No I think when you started the whole shit with the damn mafia!" he snarled and punched him hard in his face.

Gilbert felt the punch, and he then felt the blood pouring out of his nose. He wrapped his hand around his nose and started to shake his head. "You're going to regret doing that you little-" Suddenly he stopped speaking and crumpled to the floor.

Ludwig catches him and held him up, that he didn't fell on the floor. He looked at Ivan.

Ivan was frozen when he saw Gilbert walk out, he wanted to kill him but Ludwig would not have let him. So he watched as Gilbert pushed Ludwig against the wall, and then Ludwig punched him. But then he saw Gilbert removing a knife from his pocket and he knew he had to do something; he got his pipe out and had whacked it on Gilberts head.

Ludwig looked at Ivan. "Are you totally insane?"

"What was I supposed to do, he had a knife. He could have stabbed you or killed you" Ivan said as he dropped his bloodied pipe.

He shook his head and laid Gilbert slowly down on the floor and looked at the wound.

"Just leave him; he will survive without your help. Let's just leave" Ivan said as he started to get worried, he saw the look of hate in Ludwig's eyes and he didn't want Ludwig to hate him.

"Shut up," he mumbled and cared for his brother. He took the knife what was still in his hand and put it in his own pocket.

"Is there anything you want me to do, to help" Ivan said as he signed. Ludwig shook his head and picked his brother up and laid him into his bed.

Ivan walked out of the house, if he wasn't wanted nor needed what was the point of staying there. He already knew Ludwig hated him, and cared more for his brother. Maybe he should just forget all about this for a while, and then he started to drink some vodka on the way back to his house.

Ludwig cared for the wound, kissed his head and sat down next to his bed and waited that he would wake up.