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T/W: Threats

Chapter 63: Interrogation

5th January 1992

Once both he and Ivan had calmed down, Gilbert sat starting on his own food as Ivan finished his own. Gilbert was sure to keep an eye on Ivan so he didn't try to force it down too quickly and make himself choke again.

'So when are you and your brother going home?' Ivan asked as Gilbert took away his plate.

'West is going tomorrow and I am going to leave as soon as you're properly back on your feet.' Gilbert explained getting up from the bed tray in hand.

'Not longer?' Ivan asked sadly.

'I promised West. Besides, you will see me soon enough, there is a meeting at the end of the month after all and I will be there.' Gilbert assured.

'You still go to meetings?' Ivan asked, amazed.

'Ever since the reunification, yeah, if you didn't keep skipping them the last few years you would know.' Gilbert said annoyed.

'I was busy.' Ivan lied.

'Liar. I am going to take these stairs down and do the washing up. Is there anything you need?' Gilbert asked.

'No but please come back soon.' Ivan smiled.

'Your the one who does the running off here. See you in a few Vanya.' Gilbert laughed, closing the door behind him.

Ivan smiled as he grabbed his TV remote and switched it on. He still had no memory of the call but he was glad that Gilbert had come back, he was glad he finally had the courage to be with Gilbert even if he wasn't as strong as he wanted to be.

Ivan picked up the music box and turned the key allowing it to play as he happily hummed along. He was still sad his sisters had left him and everyone else too. However the fact that Gilbert had come back and did everything possible to stay by his side was the world to Ivan.

'I knew he would come back as a friend, even back then, I always knew. You remember, I think you are the same bird.' Ivan smiled at Gilbird who just fluffed up his feathers before going to sleep on Gilbert's pillow. Not really bothered by the Russian's chatting.

Ivan was surprised when there was a knock at his door, he knew it wasn't Gilbert as he still used their secret knock from Stalingrad.

'Germany is that you?' Ivan asked curiously.

'Ja. Can I come in?' Ludwig asked through the door.

'Da!' Ivan smiled happily.

Ludwig entered, grabbing the chair from the vanity, he pulled up at the end of Ivan's bed and sat staring at him. It was time he finally figured out what the fucking Russian's plan was. If he was as innocent as he appeared or if he actually had an evil scheme brewing.

'No kiss and hug hello? We are family are we not?' Ivan said, confused.

'None of that and I am not your family.' Ludwig said bluntly.

'Oh...' Ivan said sadly.

'Listen, I am here to talk to you about my brother. I want to know what your intentions are with him and you better not lie to me.' Germany ordered.

'I just like him and want to spend time with him. Is that so bad, da?' Ivan smiled, trying to ignore how hostile the German was to him.

'With your reputation and what you did, you expect me to just believe that.' Ludwig raised his eyebrow.

'It was my Bosses decision to not let you see each other. I did everything I could but Russia does not offer such a service as a compromise so I was punished everytime I tried.' Ivan said with his normal smile, only leaving the German uneasy.

'Who do you think allowed him to see you when he was in Berlin every month, da? I sacrificed a lot to make sure he could see you and you are not being very thankful.' Ivan's smile turned sick and twisted.

'You understand he will not be moving back in with you or be a part of your family.' Germany asserted.

'He had already told me we cannot live together anymore but of course he is my family, he is my boyfriend!' Ivan responded innocently.

'That doesn't help convince me you're not going to find a way to take him again. I mean that voicemail, I still don't know if you are playing some long con or if you meant every word.' Ludwig said, annoyed.

'I don't remember leaving it but Gilbert had told me what I said and I must have meant it. I know he's probably going to die, da? I knew back then that if East Germany fell he would die. I sat with him in the queue as he waited to cross the border that night.' Ivan said seriously.

'My brother is not dying.' Germany interrupted defensively.

'I could have dragged him back to Moscow at any point but I didn't. It was our date night and I let him abandon me because I knew that night his fate was sealed. I wanted him to die happy and he was always happy most when talking about his little brother so I broke up with him that night so he could spend more time with you and not have to share it with me.' Ivan continued.

'You might not believe me. You probably listened to every lie America told you about me. I didn't want him to come here, I am not strong enough to protect him but he does as he wants after all.' Ivan finished looking down at his hands.

'I still don't trust you but... I guess I can't stop him seeing you, you're right he does as he wants and you must care at least a little...' Ludwig sighed.

'You know however if you hurt him I will make your life miserable. He protected me when I needed it and now it's my turn. That includes breaking up with him over letters, just do it in person.' Ludwig warned.

'I wish my sisters cared as much for me as you do your brother. I mean I guess Belarus does but she also wants to marry me so I don't know how to feel about that.' Ivan smiled softly.

'What the fuck is wrong with your family.' Ludwig said, surprised.

Ivan just shrugged before shuffling along his bed towards the German. Ludwig wasn't massively concerned about this as the Russian was barely mobile and if he tried something he would just step to the side.

'We shake hands da?' Ivan said, holding his hand out.

'Why would I do that?' Ludwig said, confused.

'I am making promise not to hurt your brother. We shake hands on it, da?' Ivan explained.

'Ughh... sure.' Ludwig held out his hand and let the Russian happily shake it.

God his brother had weird taste in men, it was bad enough he would causally fuck France back in the day and now he was dating Russia. Ludwig swore that between Gilbert and Italy he was going to die from an aneurysm.