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He ran, wide eyed, gun clutched close to his chest. Slamming against a wall he breathed lightly trying hard not to give away his position. Sliding against the wall he peered around the corner, a sigh of relief slipping from his lips as he felt the coast was clear. He allowed his muscles to relax as he pressed down against the wall again.
A shadow slid across the floor growing as it got closer. Fear built up inside him and he readied his gun. As a tall figure stood over him his fear spilt out clouding his face, His red eyes glistened in the moonlight and his white hair shone like snow. He pressed hard against the red brickwork thought there was nowhere to run. He knew he was no match for the Russian soldier before him so he simply bowed his head in defeat, tears welled in his eyes but he didn't bother removing them.
Five more men approached, An American soldier stepped forward. "Good Job Ivan! We finally have him! Let's take him back and dispose of him before Ludwig comes~". The white haired man looked up at the mention of his younger brother, Ivan didn't meet the Americans gaze, instead he took notice of the pained expression of the Prussian man, he studied him a bit longer before smiling. "Change of plan" he announced as he turned to face the group of allied soldiers, His expression turning serious. "I will be helping Gilbert now!" He raised his faucet defensively, the men gave him looks of sheer disbelief before raising their weapons. "Ivan you bloody git, stop messing around!" the Englishman yelled but Ivan didn't move. "Vhy are jou doing zhis Ivan!" He stared forward a small smile growing on his face, "because… я тебя люблю". He moved forward a step before disappearing completely. He soon reappeared behind the Chinese man, swinging his faucet and landing a devastating blow to the head. He landed and swung around hitting the Frenchman in the gut leaving him on the ground writhing in pain. The Englishman raised his hand in front of him and started chanting something, a warm, green glow eroded from his body and the Russian man's feet were pinned to the ground. He moved around rapidly but he couldn't break free. The American aimed his gun and prepared to fire, his finger wrapped around the trigger. Ivan tensed and his eyes widened. A strong force pulled the American to the ground, he fired his gun in hopes of hitting his attacker but his efforts were in vain. A tall man with slicked back blond hair and bright blue eyes stood over the confused Englishman. He wrapped his arm around the dirty blonde's throat and pointed his gun towards Ivan.
"Ludwig~" the Russian smiled, though he held his arms lazily above him to show he meant no harm "I'm so glad you're here~" Gilbert ran to Ludwig forcing the gun down. "It's all right bruder, he's vith us!" Ludwig gave a sigh of relief, he cracked the struggling brit's neck before hugging his older brother. Letting out a small smile he turned to Ivan, "Danke…I don't know vhat I vould have done if anyzing happened to mein bruder…"
A small click came from behind Ivan, with a gun held to his head the Russians smile lowered, his mouth hung open slightly and a look of regret clouded his eyes. Cloaked in darkness the trigger was pulled, bright red flew through the air, sparkling in the moonlight. The German brothers stared, Ludwig as pale as his albino brother as blood hit his face. He stared into Ivan's violet eyes, they no longer shone and he fell forward, hitting the ground harshly. The dirt was stained with blood which continued to flood from the Russians head.
Gilbert fell to his knees, letting out a small whimper he took the once pale pink scarf from Ivan's neck. "Ivan…" his voice was barely a whisper, his brother stood, still frozen in horror. The American soldier stepped forward, a sickly smile painted on his face, he aimed his gun again, this time at gilbert who sat weakly on his knees. "J-jou, jou killed him…he vas jour friend…jour ally…zhe true HERO!" Ludwig glared at the American, who just chuckled, he pointed the gun carelessly at Ludwig. He looked into his eyes, they were icy blue and dead cold to match. A shiver fell down the Americans spine and he stumbled back. His look of courage now a pitiful look of fear. Ludwig clenched his fists to the point that they were bleeding. His muscles tensed and he disappeared. The American soldier looked around, his eyes were wide and full of fear and confusion. He ran to gilbert, pointing his gun directly at his temple. The allied men gradually woke, one by one joining the soldier and his captive. "WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO NOW YOU GERMAN BASTA-"a huge force smashed against the American, knocking him unconscious. Ludwig stood tall glaring violently at the surrounding group of fearful soldiers. He wrapped his arm around gilbert lifting him to a weak stance. Gilbert held the scarf, his grip tightening as he pulled it in close to his chest, tears stained his cheeks as he gently wept. The soldiers moved awkwardly, some still mourning the death of their late ally, allowing for the German brothers to leave. Ludwig pulled Gilbert in close and they started to move forward.
Gilbert looked back, he could no longer see Ivan or his former attackers. He wrapped the scarf around his face allowing its sweet embrace to sooth him, as he breathed in he could smell a faint scent of vodka. "Ich liebe dich auch…Ivan". His voice was raspy and tired, it barely came out as a whisper. With on final sorrowful look back the brothers disappeared into the darkness under the cover of the night.

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He ran, wide eyed, gun clutched close to his chest. Slamming against a wall he breathed lightly trying hard not to give away his position. Sliding against the wall he peered around the corner, a sigh of relief slipping from his lips as he felt the coast was clear. He allowed his muscles to relax as he pressed down against the wall again.
A shadow slid across the floor growing as it got closer. Fear built up inside him and he readied his gun. As a tall figure stood over him his fear spilt out clouding his face, His red eyes glistened in the moonlight and his white hair shone like snow. He pressed hard against the red brickwork thought there was nowhere to run. He knew he was no match for the Russian soldier before him so he simply bowed his head in defeat, tears welled in his eyes but he didn't bother removing them.
Five more men approached, An American soldier stepped forward. "Good Job Ivan! We finally have him! Let's take him back and dispose of him before Ludwig comes~". The white haired man looked up at the mention of his younger brother, Ivan didn't meet the Americans gaze, instead he took notice of the pained expression of the Prussian man, he studied him a bit longer before smiling. "Change of plan" he announced as he turned to face the group of allied soldiers, His expression turning serious. "I will be helping Gilbert now!" He raised his faucet defensively, the men gave him looks of sheer disbelief before raising their weapons. "Ivan you bloody git, stop messing around!" the Englishman yelled but Ivan didn't move. "Vhy are jou doing zhis Ivan!" He stared forward a small smile growing on his face, "because… я тебя люблю". He moved forward a step before disappearing completely. He soon reappeared behind the Chinese man, swinging his faucet and landing a devastating blow to the head. He landed and swung around hitting the Frenchman in the gut leaving him on the ground writhing in pain. The Englishman raised his hand in front of him and started chanting something, a warm, green glow eroded from his body and the Russian man's feet were pinned to the ground. He moved around rapidly but he couldn't break free. The American aimed his gun and prepared to fire, his finger wrapped around the trigger. Ivan tensed and his eyes widened. A strong force pulled the American to the ground, he fired his gun in hopes of hitting his attacker but his efforts were in vain. A tall man with slicked back blond hair and bright blue eyes stood over the confused Englishman. He wrapped his arm around the dirty blonde's throat and pointed his gun towards Ivan.
"Ludwig~" the Russian smiled, though he held his arms lazily above him to show he meant no harm "I'm so glad you're here~" Gilbert ran to Ludwig forcing the gun down. "It's all right bruder, he's vith us!" Ludwig gave a sigh of relief, he cracked the struggling brit's neck before hugging his older brother. Letting out a small smile he turned to Ivan, "Danke…I don't know vhat I vould have done if anyzing happened to mein bruder…"
A small click came from behind Ivan, with a gun held to his head the Russians smile lowered, his mouth hung open slightly and a look of regret clouded his eyes. Cloaked in darkness the trigger was pulled, bright red flew through the air, sparkling in the moonlight. The German brothers stared, Ludwig as pale as his albino brother as blood hit his face. He stared into Ivan's violet eyes, they no longer shone and he fell forward, hitting the ground harshly. The dirt was stained with blood which continued to flood from the Russians head.
Gilbert fell to his knees, letting out a small whimper he took the once pale pink scarf from Ivan's neck. "Ivan…" his voice was barely a whisper, his brother stood, still frozen in horror. The American soldier stepped forward, a sickly smile painted on his face, he aimed his gun again, this time at gilbert who sat weakly on his knees. "J-jou, jou killed him…he vas jour friend…jour ally…zhe true HERO!" Ludwig glared at the American, who just chuckled, he pointed the gun carelessly at Ludwig. He looked into his eyes, they were icy blue and dead cold to match. A shiver fell down the Americans spine and he stumbled back. His look of courage now a pitiful look of fear. Ludwig clenched his fists to the point that they were bleeding. His muscles tensed and he disappeared. The American soldier looked around, his eyes were wide and full of fear and confusion. He ran to gilbert, pointing his gun directly at his temple. The allied men gradually woke, one by one joining the soldier and his captive. "WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO NOW YOU GERMAN BASTA-"a huge force smashed against the American, knocking him unconscious. Ludwig stood tall glaring violently at the surrounding group of fearful soldiers. He wrapped his arm around gilbert lifting him to a weak stance. Gilbert held the scarf, his grip tightening as he pulled it in close to his chest, tears stained his cheeks as he gently wept. The soldiers moved awkwardly, some still mourning the death of their late ally, allowing for the German brothers to leave. Ludwig pulled Gilbert in close and they started to move forward.
Gilbert looked back, he could no longer see Ivan or his former attackers. He wrapped the scarf around his face allowing its sweet embrace to sooth him, as he breathed in he could smell a faint scent of vodka. "Ich liebe dich auch…Ivan". His voice was raspy and tired, it barely came out as a whisper. With on final sorrowful look back the brothers disappeared into the darkness under the cover of the night.