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T/W for this chapter: Violence, Depression, suicidal ideation, injury, blood

Chapter 2: Home Sick

Gilbert was convinced he was fucking insane but he found himself heading back to Ivan's hide out. He had found fuck all food anywhere else he looked and it was getting late. With the Russian injured and likely sleeping he figured it would be easy to sneak in, blast the mother fucker in the head and take his food.

Gilbert had noticed as he pushed him over the bag on his back had opened to show food. Not mad enough to risk taking it after he had already just about got away, he left it, but as he felt his stomach rumble from the little rations he had not filling him up enough he decided he was able to pull this heist off.

Gilbert snuck up to the door silently gun in hand and placed his ear on it to see what he could hear, after not hearing any movement for a while he quietly opened the door and seeing the Russian laying with his back towards him on the bed, he ran through and placed his gun on his head.

Ivan who hadn't actually been asleep just crying softly over missing his sisters didn't even flinch at all. He knew who it was, he had no doubt the Prussian would return to rob him again at some point.

'Do it. Just leave me here after then maybe then that asshole will send me home and I can see my Sisters again.' Ivan said sadly, not having the energy to fight or put up his front right now. His depression and pining for his sisters had taken away any motivation to fight the Prussian.

Gilbert went to pull the trigger but suddenly felt it weigh a ton. He knew how Ivan felt, he missed his brother so much. Gilbert wanted to go home too but knew that no matter what, he was getting left here to die.

Gilbert hated it but he was actually empathising with this asshole in front of him. He thought of Ludwig and his face got wet. He tried to stop it but he couldn't. This was not awesome. He hated this dude, he didn't want to feel bad for him.

Gilbert pulled his gun away from Ivan's head but kept it in his hands just in case.

'I am only here to steal food so I can run away back to my brother. No point in killing you if you don't even want to fight. That's just sad and pathetic.' Gilbert scoffed.

'That's my condition then, you fuck me up enough that Stalin has to send me home and I will let you take all my food. I have a week's supply. Just make it look like I fought back or I am gonna get punished more than I am already gonna be.' Ivan sighed.

'Ha, you think I would be so lame to give into your pathetic wish. I think you're the one at gunpoint here so how about I just leave you alive instead so your life sucks.' Gilbert laughed, not sure why he felt he couldn't just shoot the Russian.

'Then I will sound the alarm and have the entire surrounding army looking for you and you will never see your brother again.' Ivan said darkly.

'Fuck you! I will see my brother again, asshole!' Gilbert growled, pushing the muzzle of the gun harder into Ivan's head.

'Pull the trigger you know you want to.' Ivan laughed sadly.

'Fucking sicko. Why did I have to get sent here into your weird ass country.' Gilbert said annoyed.

'I'm just gonna take it away.' Gilbert thought to himself, backing away to the cabinet.

Once there he pushed as much of the food he could in his bag and ran. Not looking back, he needed to go now before Ivan could make his move and alert them.

Ivan sprung up, threw his boots on and grabbed his gun, running after the Prussian.

'ASSHOLE!' Ivan screamed as he ran after him.

Ivan couldn't believe he had stolen his food and not gone through with the deal. He was naive to trust him. He certainly wasn't gonna see his brother again if that asshole got caught. Prussia was an idiot as always.

Gilbert kept running but unfortunately ran into a small group of Russian soldiers, one shot him in the shoulder before he could make it to cover.

'Fuck! That is so not awesome!' Gilbert said irritated as he shot his gun above him ignoring the pain in his shoulder.

Ivan hearing the fire fight ran over, grabbing his pipe he pulled it out as he began exuding and ominous energy. He wanted to kill him for his foolish action. Leave him as a bloody example for others to learn from.

'Where is he?' He asked darkly to the Russian soldiers.

'Behind that wall.' One said.

'Leave him to me, his mine.' Ivan smiled sadistically as he began to walk over.

As Ivan walked over he found himself once again thinking of his sisters, then what Prussia had said about missing his brother. Ivan wondered if Prussia's brother missed him as much. How much his brother would miss him if he was captured.

Ivan would be in so much trouble if he left the Prussian go, however at the same time his mind went to his own sisters and how much they would miss him if he was taken away from him. He found himself feeling pity for the Prussian.

Ivan got there just before Gilbert could finish reloading and pinned him down. This was a stupid idea and he could believe he was about to go through with it.

'Get off my you fucking creep!' Gilbert panicked.

'Listen to me. If you want to see your brother again, play along.' Ivan whispered in German.

'I am not playing your sick games you fucking creep get off!' Gilbert began to struggle more.

'I can get you out of here just pretend I am beating you badly. It's that or these assholes hurt and capture you and you never see your brother!' Ivan stressed.

Gilbert knew he had no choice. He didn't want to trust this asshole but what choice did he have. He was hurt and cornered. Gilbert began screaming in agonising pain, begging the Russian to stop. Seeing he was now playing along, Ivan began laughing maniacally as he slammed his pipe against the nearby ground to make it sound real.

Ivan then got as much blood on his hand from Gilbert's shoulder and wiped it over Gilbert's face before putting some on his own and then motioning for Gilbert to go quiet.

'Play dead.' Ivan ordered, before grabbing the bag and picking up the Prussian slinging him over his shoulder with his good arm.

Ivan walked over to the soldiers, a sick smile on his face.

'His my toy now. Tell anyone what you saw today and I will make you my toy too. Understand?' Ivan threatened.

The soldiers nodded and Ivan began to walk away.

'We go to my place, keep the act up until we get there in case they follow me.' Ivan wispred.

'This is so not awesome.' Gilbert whispered, he was humiliated that he had to resort to this.

'Shut up or I am changing my mind.' Ivan ordered.