Chapter Three- Regrets and Drinks
~M
"Listen Matthew, we are going home! Don't worry, lad." Arthur looked at the scarred and frightened Canadian, "You probably got shaken up, that's all." Arthur warmly smiled. The 4 men were walking up the stairs of the plane, and just before Alfred got in first, he turned to everyone. "Did you know I named this the EAGLE WARRIOR 5000 RAHHH" Francis scoffed. "Such unprofessionalism." Arthur nodded. "First time I agreed with the frog." Francis smiled. "I'm just that iconic i presume." Arthur grunted.
Alfred walked inside his plane first, then Matthew, then Arthur and lastly Francis. Matthew decided to choose the front row, sitting on the left side of the plane, while Arthur sat on the middle right, and Francis was allowed to sit on the middle left. Alfred walked into his little "Epic Driving of the EAGLE WARRIOR 5000 RAHHH " room as he liked to call it, and so the ride began. "Alright, do we drop you guys off in your countries?" Alfred used the speakers. Their was a mixture of 'no' and 'yes' with Matthew being the only one to say yes.
Of course, France was captured. Thats why Francis wanted to go to wherever Alfred wanted to put the plane. Matthew remembered.
The plane lifted off, leaving the summer Russian scenery behind. Even though it's June, Russia still felt.. Cold. although it isn't warmer in Canada by any means.. Matthew turned to see Arthur and Francis looking at each other, and Arthur was muttering 'ugly toad' or 'stupid Frenchman' to the point even Matthew could hear it. Matthew decided to ignore it and turned to face his window. He was now about 100 ft above Russia. And so, Matthew relaxed a little. He's getting away from.. Murderers and weird scary people.. But then, Matthew remembered. His brother, helped Ivan…
.
It felt like Matthew was about to explode. It felt like someone hit him with that fact. Matthew cant even fathom how much fucking SCARED he felt that his brother could ship him off to Russia any minute with a simple note reading 'kill him'. But.. It's not like that would happen.. Right? Right..?! Who knows..
"Matthew! Lad, calm yourself. We are literally leaving Russia and you're shaking like crazy, the fuck happened?" Matthew gasped. "Oh..! Uhm.." Matthew looked to the empty seat on the right. He noticed his pet bear just laying their, angrily looking at Matthew as if he disturbed the bear's nap. "..sorry." All that Matthew could mutter out.. Because if he told everyone, then God knows what will happen.
~I
June 12th 1941.
The battle between Germany and Soviet Union was still going, even without Ludwig. It sucked sometimes, seeing from the outdoors German soldiers and soviet soldiers shoot each other. Ivan wished that their would be peace in the world, not constant war and tragedy.
Ivan went to his room, and turned on the radio.
" Search for LUDWIG BEILSCHMIT and FELICIANO VARGAS is still going on. Confirmed by ALFRED F. JONES, FRANCIS BONNEFROY, ARTHUR KIRKLAND and MATTHEW WILLIAMS that the two missing men were NOT in Soviet Union." Ivan sighed in relief, He knew Alfred would cover for him. " We interviewed one of the four members, Alfred. Here's what he has to say.." The radio cut off. ".. So, we went to the Soviet Union on my plane, Eagle Warrior 5000 RAHHH. We spoke to Ivan Braginsky and interrogated him to confirm, He is innocent. When we told him the news, he seemed surprised and worried. All that we can say is Ludwig probably got killed by someone else, not Ivan." Ivan smiled. Alfred covered for him and now the whole world thinks he's innocent. This.. is perfect.
Ivan starred at the shot glass and vodka at his nightstand, maybe he should drink more? No! Last drink killed Ludwig! But Ivan craved a good drink. Ivan needed it. Like, he couldn't live without it. And so, he did..
~K
"... The two missing men were NOT in Soviet Union.." The man sighed. Such lies from the radio. He couldn't believe it even, normally the radio would have its average propaganda about certain countries like the allies, but this time, it was news about Ludwig and Feliciano. And, whats even more outrageous is Alfred F Jones, the american covered for the murderer. Crazy..
And so.. The man had an idea. America needed.. A little treat.. A little GIFT perhaps. Maybe a special place somewhere will get. Destroyed! Hah! Great idea… Absolutely.
The man stood up, and noticed outside his home was a cat.
The feline was small, and has black- orange and brown markings. Clearly, a tortoiseshell. Sometimes, cats would visit Kiku, as he would feed them every now and then, and now as it seems only felines can be friends with Kiku.
"C'mon, Kiku! What are you doing just standing there? It's like your Feliciano, always somewhere else, but not there mentally.." Kiku perked up. "Yes, Ludwig-san?" Ludwig put his hand on Kiku's shoulder. "C'mon, Feliciano is whining about shit again. We have to help him out or something." Kiku nodded, and Ludwig put his hand back to where it was.
Kiku sighed. He missed his dear friends. The cat looked up at Kiku and Kiku handed it a carp. "Eat, little one." The cat purred and began to eat. Such innocence.. Kiku was envy of the feline, as the feline never knew how it feels to know your friends died at the hands of a evil man.
Whilst the cat was eating, the man walked away, back into his home. The man headed to his office and dialed Ivan. "Hello?" Kiku paused. He is facing the murderer. "I know what you did, Ivan-san." Kiku started to pant in fear. "I.. I wont let you get away with this!" All Kiku heard was a laugh. "Perhaps you can be next, if you fucking dial me one more time, глупая сука." Kiku clenched his fist. "Shut up..! You lied on live radio!" Ivan laughed once more. " I don't care." Ivan hung up.
Kiku couldn't believe it, from once a calm and gentle man to a evil psychopath.. What happened to him.?
~?
Decode through a caesar cipher /pipes/caesar-cipher
Anyway, back to the story :3
1940 - zvtldolyl.
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~I
Vodka was great, but bitter. A few shots can get you pleasure, but not for long. The hangovers were somewhat difficult for people like Ivan. Headaches, weakness, irritability and overall fatigue.. It sucked, yes but at least you somewhat still had a little fun before the pain.
And as of right now, Ivan was experiencing one of those hangovers right now. Felt like fucking hell to him..
Ivan sat on the hard couch in his living room, already used to hangovers, he sat there, seemingly zoned out, what can he do? He cant read, cause he cant focus, and theres pretty much nothing to do. It was fun having company for a bit a few days ago but this is the aftermath. At least Alfred covered for his murders.. Right?..
Well, hopefully.
Could Ivan just go outside? Its warm out, afterall..
Ivan stood up, and headed to his door of his home. He turned the knob and was suddenly greeted by the light and the breath of the wind. Ivan stepped aback in shook, rethinking his actions but its better if he just sits outside instead being inside of his sad home, after all, health is important.
"Brother! It's me!" Ivan looked around in shock, "Huh?!" "Your sister! Do you remember me! It's me, Natallia Arlovskaya, Belarus!" She's alive?.. Ivan looked behind him and noticed nothing. "Sister?" Ivan stood up. "PASTA!~" Feliciano? Natalia? What the fuck?... He must be hearing things, must be.. " You won't be forgiven. "
Ivan recognized the last voice, Ludwig.
But, Ivan thought.. Ludwig, Feliciano and his sister were dead. He must be hearing things. Ivan looked up to the sky and sighed. "Если бы водку не придумали, а Ведь когда я выпивший - я полный криминал.." He quietly muttered to himself.. It was clear to him, that the vodka was messing him up, no matter what.
Such pity..
Ivan had enough of being outside, and so, he went back inside. Ivan headed towards his living room, and thought of taking some pills but would that even improve the state he is in now? No. It would just ruin him.
He collapsed on his carpet and fell asleep.
"Hello, Ivan!"
Ivan looked to his right and noticed a horribly wounded Feliciano. Feliciano looked disfigured, and he seemed to have very deep scars. "Vi.. You seem scared, don't you.. I mean- I would be too if I poisoned and disfigured a friend." Ivan frowned. "Is this just you torturing for my sins or whatever?" Feliciano shrugged. "Dunno, I just wanted to say hi or whatever."
Ivan rolled his eyes. "Surprised." Feliciano smiled, despite his horrible wounds and the fact he's speaking to his own killer. "When do I wake up?" Feliciano looked confused. "No clue I guess, did you like my pasta, by the way?" Ivan nodded. "Good I guess.." Feliciano grinned. "At least you liked it.. Anyway Kiku might-"
Ivan woke up by a loud bang. He looked outside his window and noticed a soldier in the distance aiming for his house. Of course, someone wants to kill him.
He stood up and went outside, the solider noticing him and Ivan saw him being clearly frightened. "What'd you do to Beilschmidt!" he screamed at Ivan. "What happened to Germany!" Ivan sighed angrily. "No clue but if you try to shoot me, I will shoot you back, understand?"
The solider fled the scene, trying to escape the russian as fast as he could..
~K
June 1941 7:50 AM
The dark gray clouds covered the sky as rain began to form, and in the distance a man wept in misery.
Someday, Kiku will get his vengeance for his dear friends, as he cant just let a murderer get away with no charges, that's just making the person as bad as the murderer. But lately, he's been feeling horrible and lonely.
There has been nothing to do, no fights to win or no training to do like Ludwig used to force the others to do, because now Ludwig has clearly been murdered alongside Feliciano by none other than Ivan Braginsky, the one who Kiku once thought as a friend.
Life goes on like a ravine, it flows and you flow alongside it, or else you end up confused and distraught, and now, Kiku feels like the world has turned and left him here. The death of his friends feels like a heavy weight he just cant get rid of, no matter what. He missed Ludwig and Feliciano so much.. No. Grief shouldn't take over ones life. Would Feliciano want to see Kiku miserable? No. But why can't Kiku stop his misery?
Kiku turned to see the empty glass bottle next to to him. If only..
If only he broke it and crashed it in his fucking neck, slitting it.
Kiku sighed. Maybe he can join his friends? Would that have been better? Would it? WOULD IT?
"Am I going insane..? " Kiku whispered to himself in concern. He sighed in misery, life is fucked up.
Kiku grabbed a pen and paper and began to write a letter to his boss.
"You wont see me again. Do the plan, remember.. Kiku." He finished the letter and left it on his table. He grabbed the glass bottle and smashed it against the wall. The glass shards flew everywhere and one of them stabbed Kiku in the foot. Kiku winced in pain but who cares. He aimed the broken side of the bottle to his neck and stabbed himself in the neck, ripping his throat open, Kiku collapsed on to the ground and there was a splash of blood as he fell, the pain was unbearable but in the end it will be worth it.
Blood was running like a faucet, pouring everywhere. Kiku was in so much pain he couldn't even move, he tried to scream but its clear he severed his vocal cords with that glass bottle. He was trying to breathe but he swore he felt glass in his lungs, He made a great mistake.. But at least he will see his friends again, right?
At each passing second it felt as if life was fading away and the pain was easing. This, is what Kiku wanted. This, is what he wished for, to get his friends back. And so, the world turned black, and finally, Kiku felt peace.
"We have to rescue him! Come on!" The woman called out, she grabbed the bloody man with someone and carried him to cart. "We have to go to the ambulance! Hurry!"
~A.K
The pub wasn't usually that full, but today it seems it was. So much orders, so much people and so much drunk wards, life was hard. "Thanks for getting me out of Canada, Arthur." Francis smiled. "No problem, frog." Francis tapped Arthur on the shoulder and he turned to where everyone was, and noticed a drunk man dancing on the table. "What the.." Francis laughed. Arthur stood up and yelled. "Ey! Get of that table, lad!" The man stopped and jumped off the table and went to Arthur. "Geez, you're actually such a loser man- man male uhh what else, boy girl I uhh don't know"
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Don't like roll your eyes at me, sugar!" The man got angry, Francis looked at Arthur in worry. "You- You're not going to fight a drunk man, right?" Before Arthur could respond the man punched Arthur in his stomach. "That's uhh what you get, party killer!" Arthur gritted his teeth, Can't this stupid drunk guy leave Francis and me alone? The man wobbled away and began to talk to the ladies in the distance. Arthur looked at Francis. "Crazy. What drink you want?" Francis asked. Arthur thought for a moment. "White Wine.." Francis laughed. "Well, I'm getting red wine, easy for us both." Arthur blushed. "Ne-Nevermind I'll take uhm.. Whiskey.." Francis flipped his hair. "Merci."
A few moments later, Francis returned with one cup of whiskey and one cup of wine. "Got you what you wanted, sweet tea." Arthur blushed. "Stop it! Stop this tomfoolery at once!" Francis chuckled. "Really..?"
Arthur snatched the whiskey from Francis. "You should be thankful for me getting you whiskey!" Arthur looked at Francis. "Well you should be thankful I rescued you from Canada!" Francis sighed and took a seat. "Do you think Matthew was being serious about Ivan?" Arthur blinked. "I'm not sure, poor lad was scared out of his trousers seeing Ivan." Francis nodded. "You think Alfred and Ivan are plotting something?" Arthur took a sip from his glass. "Maybe. Did you see how Alfred handed Ivan like 3 more vodkas?"
It feels like it's been a few drinks.. Francis and Arthur are drunk out of there minds. Francis blushed at Arthur "What is it lad…?" Francis grabbed Arthur. "Wot-" Francis kissed Arthur on the cheek, "Ey get off me you prick!" Arthur pushed Francis away. "Oh oh.. My apologizes." Arthur grabbed another shot of whiskey. " Sall'alright" Francis grinned. "Alright.."
Eventually, Arthur got so drunk he began to speak nonsense. "I'm the bloody united kingdom and your uh.. A gastropoda eater! I hate those.. Uhh frogs.." Arthur couldn't even think straight, his vision swirled and messed up.
"So uh.. Do you like unicorns, France.." Francis smiled. "Yeah.. they go like.. Neigh neigh or whatever.. You know.. I'm more of like a phoenix guy.." Arthur laughed. "Phoenix? Those fire birds? You have bad taste, lad!" Francis slammed his fist on the table. "No! You have bad taste! You like unicorns!" Arthur looked angry. "Well- They're magical! You're not!" Francis took another sip of wine, "uh huh."
Arthur looked pissed. "Shut it! F-Frog!" Francis smiled. "I wanna kiss your ugly face!" Arthur yelled, drunkenly. Francis leaned in, "Sure."
"What the hell?!" Guilbert turned behind him and noticed the two drunk men. "Yeah, I'm going back into hiding." The albino prussian looked concerned, sitting with Feilks, who was polish. "Geez, get a room!" Poland laughed. "Yeah, get a room!"
~I
The sky was wonderful, flowers bloomed, and it seemed as though everything was well. Gone was the cold harsh winters, and here is the warm wonderful summer. No more starvation and lack of food, since now its warm and farmers can harvest more food or water.
Today was sunday, and maybe the farmers-market is open a few blocks from his house. Perhaps Ivan can get himself some things there and a small gift for Alfred, Ivan grabbed a small bag and his wallet, and went out.
The sun was bright, the trees blossomed and on the outskirts of Moscow was a marketplace selling many things, knitted things, fruits, vegetables, and other things. One of the booths in particular sold merchandise of many things, plush animals, paintings and stuff you would find at a kids store, approaching the booth was a man named Ivan, a tall guy with white hair, violet eyes, a beige-light pink scarf and a tan coat, who was the personification of Russia, or Soviet Union.
Ivan noticed a small plush-toy piglet for sale. "Can I buy it?" The cashier looked at Ivan. "Sir- Are you being serious?" Ivan smiled. "Yes, I want to get this for a friend." The cashier looked at a notebook. "About.. 715 rubles?" Ivan gave her a 1000 ruble note. "Keep the change." The cashier grabbed the pig and put it in a small bag. "Have a good day, sir." Ivan walked away from the booth and looked at others. As he was walking, he didn't find anything much interesting but at least he got his friend something.
7:42 PM. June 1941
Ivan was home, and only got three bags worth of goods, such as vegetables and sunflowers. He had got some vases to decorate his home a little more, and he remembered he had to pack the package for Alfred. He got Alfred a small piglet plush, a letter and some candy, since Ivan knew Alfred liked those. He got Alfred a pig, because Ivan thought it'd be funny to send him a pig since Alfred eats like a pig.
Once he was finished packing, he left the box near the door, so he wouldn't forget. He headed towards his office which had a radio, a phone and a bookshelf, he took a seat at his desk and wanted to listen to the radio for the news, as he wants to know if those germans left his country or not. "... We interrupt this broadcast with important information about a nation! Pun intended.. Ooh it rhymes" Ivan sighed. Can this american take news seriously? "Anyway, the japan guy Kiku tried to kill himself, he was found in his home with glass wounds everywhere, and like a note to his boss and another note to.. Russia.,.. Ivan Brag in skies?" The radio man chucked. "Dear Ivan.. I hate you and everything about you. I really hope I get my vengeance." Ivan's gaze darkend. What can a dead man do to him? "Damn this man must hate Ivan Brag in skies." Ivan frowned. "It's Braginsky for fuck's sake."
But what Kiku wrote on his suicide note was concerning. 'I really hope I get my vengeance' How? He's going to DIE. From what Ivan assumed, Kiku is barely surviving in the hospital, so theres no fucking point. Now that Ivan wiped out all 3 of the axis, there might be peace..! hopefully.
Hopefully.
Ivan noticed the vodka and the shotglass near his lamp, grabbed the vodka and poured it into the shot glass. He smiled, a shot for victory!
That joy was short lived, however as someone was banging on Ivans door. "Open up!" The person was screaming in rage.
The russian grunted, and left his office to open the door. "What the shit-" Standing in front of him, was Gilbert Beilschdmit and Romano Vargas.
The brothers, of who he murdered. "What are you doing here?" Romano looked inraged and Gilbert tried to hold him back. "Where is my brother!" Romano screamed at Ivan, "Where is he!" Romano was thrown into sobs, looking crazed.
"I FUCKING HATE YOU BRAGINSKY!"
Ivan frowned, he grabbed a metal pipe and stabbed Gilbert and Romano