gah short chapter is short.
Well ello ello readers regret to inform you that yep last chapter of the first part of the series though I will be like I have said many many times before, making the other parts to this troll la la. I really don't know where I went with this chapter but hey ~shrugs~ you guys seem to like it so I'll write more =3=
meh so to get this straight from here on out there will be a gap where these two are refused any contact with each other and shit happens and more shit happens and then the series comes to a beautiful end which will probs infurate a lot of you. BUT OH WELL!
yeah... haha~ thanks for the reveiws I really love the fact that some people actually read this ~HAVE MY BABIES READERS~

songs~
All about us
The Veronicas

Somebody that I used to know
Gotype

Ты меня не стоишь
Bahh Tee

My dream world. It was truly heaven, days full of Ivan, sunflowers, laughing, and real love, long lasting love that needed to be expressed to bloom. In my dream world all of that was there just like it was when I lived with him in our home, in my safe place. His hugs were like a safety blanket and I craved for it every day. When I felt the wooden stick hit my head after I saw the loving eyes of Ivan close, my mind went into an animalistic fury. My dream was nice but in my head I screamed and cried to be free to be with my beloved again.

But all I got was blackness.

The dream...

I was walking in the forests with Ivan going to the sunflower field I had set up for him, we kissed, we laughed, we said I love you but then the storm came, the storm of blonde nations storming into our field and destroying our happiness. Then the flames came, rising in my chest and telling me to wake the fuck up.

And I did.

My head was rested on somebody's lap smelling the air I realised it was Austria and my body froze, but the worst part of it was the first thing that came into my sight. A blonde with a surprised look muttering in German. My sense came to me and an overwhelming pain, anguish every emotion finally made contact with my brain and set loose right there and then on the plane.

I was nearly Germany and my body wanted me to get the hell back in Russia.

I kicked and yelled at the top of my lungs hoarse screams ripped up through my airways trying to fight my way out of Roderick's grip, Germany came and put my arms into a police hold. Snapping my jaw I tried to atleast bite into him to release his hold.

Something came to my face a sickly sweet smell and I cried out against it as my mind clouded over. The Austrian above me whispered apologies his voice thick with tears. I clawed at his hands before allowing my mind to take me back to my dream world.

My dream world where me and Ivan were together again.

Germany squeezed his eyes closed. Finally they had managed to knock Gilbert out long enough and gag him before they got into the house, when they entered the estate he woke up again and screamed into the gag, he thrashed in Austria's strong hold who had also bound Gilbert's wrists behind his back.

"Hurry up and get him into the basement. SCHNELL!" Germany yelled grabbing the legs of his 'brother'.

Quickly both Austria and Germany made their way into the house and ignored the horrified stares of the other countries that just so happened to be walking around. Italy froze as soon as he saw the angry purple hazed eyes stare up at him and growl something beneath the cotton gag.

Really he looked like a feral animal who knew what they were trying to do.

They released the thrashing albino when they hit the bottom of the stairs. Said albino ripped the gag out of his mouth after managing to untie the bonds from behind his back. He attempted an escape up the stairs.

"NYET LET ME GO, LET ME GO I HAVE TO GET BACK TO IVAN!" He screamed in the faces of the people who stopped him.

"NEIN!" they hissed in unison as they held back Gilbert. In a flash of white he bit down on Austria's arm and wrestled his way out of Germany's grasp.

Just as he got to the top of the stairs the ground came to kiss his chest violently as Gilbert was tackled to the ground.

"NYET! NYET!" He sobbed heavily. "IT HURTS HERE IT HURTS!"

The Aryan bit his lip and let another tactic of knocking out Gilbert take place and he watched with sad eyes as the pale haired man was carried back down the stair and to a bed.

"What did he mean when he says it hurts?"

"This wasn't anything England brought up."

Voices around the entrance all said similar things in hushed voices, confusion and fear all swarmed in the atmostsphere.

"I want to stay with him!" Austria growled against the Italian and Hungarian who were slowly dragging him back up to the hallway.

"You can't Roderich what if he hurts you?" Hungary whispered hurriedly allowing Italy to throw him out the door and lock it behind the trio.

"I can't leave him." The Austrian collapsed on the ground and sobbed. "We can't leave him alone."

"But we have to." The Hungarian woman glowered at her partner who was crying over another man. Jealousy was all that raged inside of her storming off she walked out the stairs.

Germany and Italy walked off leaving Austria on the ground to cry to his heart's content.

And the screaming started again.

Howling and curses in Russian captured anything that could hear them.

The house hold in Germany's estate had to deal with six months of never going near the basement or the door that led into the room which held it unless they were to hand food down to the wild captive. The cries of anguish and calls for Ivan never ceased and the scratching on the doors to get out though they soon quietened down till all you could hear if you went into the basement was the sobs and sleep talks of the mentioned Russian. After six months Germany had gone down where the activity had died down to mere tears.

"Gilbert?" He called.

The pale haired man took his head of the pillow and smiled meekly.

"Hey West." Gilbert's voice came out broken and tracks of tears were visible on his face. Germany gasped at change of his brother, he wasn't as tall and the purple from his eyes had vanished, but still the tattoo lay in all its glory on Gilbert's lower back and the scar from the bite had stayed. Germany ran towards his brother to give him a tight embrace.

"Bruder... bruder your finally back." He mumbled into Gilbert's shoulder.

"Heh... I guess I am." An awkward pat on the back was all the German needed to know to get off.

Gilbert's ruby eyes stared down at the wooden floors sadly with a faint smile barely lingering on his lips and fresh scars were imprinted all on his arms.

"What are these?" Germany said quietly taking one mauled arm in his hand. Quicker than lightening the arm disappeared under the covers.

"None of your buisness." Gilbert muttered lowering his head.

Germany frowned and Gilbert looked up to give him an innocent smile and a chuckle.

"Don't worry so much west." Sarcasm played in his tone but Germany dismissed that.

"I knew you would be fine, they others sa-"

"I'm not fucking fine west, I feel like shit now get out and let me drown my sorrows in- fuck can you get me a box, I need something to drink."

Germany leaned back and smiled ruffling his older brother's hair. "I'll be back."

Gilbert lay back down and listened as his brothers blonde head vanished up the stairs and the door was locked. Cautiously he reached for the razor under his pillow and held it to his wrist.

"This is for you Ivan."

Ivan watched from far away, unnoticed by the others he simply sat outside behind a cluster of tress, he watched in silence, his face was dark pain coated every part of his features. But he laughed and laughed at the words coming from Germany's mouth.

His brother... back?

Even Ivan knew that even if you glue something back together to the way you wanted it to be, it still has the cracks and would happily mould back into what it wanted to be.

Nothing is ever fully fixed.

So he laughed hysterically and stopped when he heard his name come out of the lips of his loved. He knew the prickling under his skin in his lower back was evidence of a message.

Gilbert inflicted pain on himself to remind Ivan he still thought of him.

Ivan watched again, his purple eyes glued to the open window in the basement, how easy it would be for him to slip through it and embrace the pained Gilbert. How he wanted to do more than just that. But Ivan knew it was only a matter of time before he would have him back in his arms for good. Not just a quick stroll in and love, no not that. He would have his Gilbert back in his house in his arms in his bed.

They would be together again.

"I will be with you in a moment don't fear." Ivan whispered into the wind ducking behind the tree as a couple walked past muttering in mixed languages.

I watched quietly as the blood trailed down my wrists. The tears still came too easily I hated how I was stuck here the void that was filled when I was in Russia emptied just as quickly. The reminders I had of Ivan were all over my body, the scars and that one scar I would touch to remind myself of how his mouth felt there. The tattoo that would never leave no matter how many times I would go to a removal place and everybody knew that. It was carved into my skin and bones in Ivan's blood and a few other substances that would make sure of its permanent stay.

I was happy for that.

My head whipped to the side when I heard the window creak. A familiar form slid from the window frame and leaped in stealth onto my floor.

Those haunting eyes I had been dreaming about for the past half year smiled down at me. I took no time at all to run into his arms and enjoy a heated kiss.

"I missed you." I cried into his mouth.

"Let's make this quick." Ivan smiled back dragging me down on top of him on the bed. I feverishly kissed him helping him take off his own clothes as he slid off my pants. I moaned into his mouth when his hands trailed to my nipples.

"I brought your old clothes with me, I'm sure you would want the coat and scarf da?" He mumbled into my neck brushing his tongue along the scar there.

"Yeah..." I purred taking his hand to my mouth to salivate on his fingers. "My uniform?"

"Get a new one I'm keeping that." Ivan turned me over slowly and pushed down on my mid back. "Arch up a bit Gil..."

I followed his instructions and let my ass hover in mid air instead of getting the well known intrusion something totally different entered me hot, soft and very wet. It slipped past my ring of muscles and touched my walls greedily. I gasped as I realised Ivan was rimming me, his nose rubbed up against the crack happily and I felt fingers slide in to scissor and stretch mu opening. I cried out into the thick mattress as different levels of turned on.

Suddenly in a blur I was straddling Ivan's sides and he smiled up at me running a tongue over his teeth he leaned up and kissed my neck before trailing up to my ear.

"Ride me." He whispered hotly nipping the skin there.

I grinned back and lifted myself gripping Ivan's cock tightly to align it with my hole. I rested my knees on either side of his body and dropped in one go. I had to put on hand over my mouth to muffle my cry while my other hand held myself up over his chest. I braced myself to fall at regular intervals and tossed my head back as I hit the bundle of nerves which wasn't hard.

Everything is bigger in Russia.

He moaned beneath me using both hands to aid me in my ride. My abdomen grew hot and my dick felt like it was about to burst.

"Come for me Gilbert."

Automatically I picked up the pace trying to meet my release and Ivan's. The sensation was perfect I shuttered happily enjoying those brief few seconds where time froze before I came in a loud muffled groan.

"Ivan I really love you."

"I love you too."He whispered with a peck on the lips. "I have to leave soon."

"Get changed and then we'll cuddle for a while ne?"

"What about you?"

"Don't worry. Germany always finds me one way or another with no clothes on and a tad bit dirty." I mumbled holding his hands to my face as I hopped off him.

"Really? Why so?"

"I think you have a good idea." I smiled and allowed him to get changed. "Ivan will I be in pain again? After you leave..."

"Gilbert this time is different, you and I will find each other again if it takes 100 years we will always find one way to be back together in my house." Ivan turned around and caressed my face. "So don't worry and just remember you will come back to me and next time it will be for good."

I leaned my head into his palm getting a strong sense of nostalgia and smiled brightly up at him. My tears fell but not in anger or in sadness but in happiness.

It was true we would have each other again.

Germany trailed slowly back to his brother's room with a six pack of beer in one hand and a tray of food in the other. He smiled the whole way proud that his work wasn't for naught. His brother was just that hit brother again.

Opening the door to the basement he walked down the stairs carefully.

"Oi Gilbert, I got you a sechs pack we were out of zwölf packs." He smiled looking up at his brother and placed the food on the table that was in the entrance before getting into Gilbert's room. Gilbert stood looking out the window a cigarette in perched between his lips and his wrist that lay at his side was caked in blood. A sheet from the bed was loosely draped around his hips and a trail of love bites went from his back all the way up to his neck.

Germany's smile fell.

"Bruder?"

Gilbert turned around and took the cigarette out of his mouth. Germany hissed at the amount of purple melting in his laughing eyes.

"Missed me Germaniya?" He smirked and the cigarette was thrown out the open window.

"Kaliningrad." Germany hissed.

"Da."

~end.