Summary: "See, inside of the barrel is only one bullet. You want to hear the click of else its," He pulled the gun against his head and smiled. "Goodbye forever."

Rated: PG-13. only because it's sad and the game they are playing is illegal.

Paring: Russia X Prussia.

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"It's fun and simple! If you truly are a prussen you will play with me!" The Russian said while twisting the barrel of the gun and then placing it up against his head. "And, no one has ever died! Nope, not a single person!" He pulled the trigger, all there was was a click. Ivan passed the fun to Gilbert.

What a liar.

Gilbert spun the barrel and placed it against his head. He pushed the trigger, confident that he would just hear the click. He heard it and then handed it back to Ivan.

"See, inside of the barrel is only one bullet. You want to hear the click of else its," He pulled the gun against his head and smiled. "Goodbye forever."

Click.

He handed the gun to the other boy once more. Gilbert, now feeling shaky, took the gun and spun the barrel. He slowly brought it up to his head.

It has to shoot at some point.

He pulled the trigger.

Click.

Relief washed over him as he handed the gun back to the Russian. Ivan smiled happily while doing the process once more.

Click.

He handed the gun back to Gilbert who took it and placed it on the table.

"We shouldn't play this anymore." He said. Ivan's smile wavered but remained.

"Why not, my bird? Don't you want to spend time with me?" He asked. "And everyone in my country plays this game."

Gilbert grabbed the gun once more, not trying to seem like he was alone, and spun the barrel. He brought it up to his temple and was about to pull the trigger when Ivan leaned across the table and placed a hand affectionetly on Gilbert's arm.

"I can see your heart beating through your chest," A look of pure worry was present. "What are you afraid of?"
Gilbert's arm lowered, the gun lying at his side.

"I don't want to lose."

"Lose what?"

"My life, Bruder, the sunrise, You."

"You won't lose me."

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the Prussian's lips and then pulled his arm back up.

"Now, pull the trigger."

Gilbert raised the gun and placed it against his temple.

And pulled the trigger.

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A/N: This fic is based off the song Russian Roulette by Rihanna. It is a fantastic song! Please look it up!

And if you can't tell at the end, it is not a good ending. Sorry.