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I let out an ear splitting scream as I jumped over to my right as fast as I could possibly manage. A loud crackling noise reached my ears and I briefly glanced over my shoulder with widened, panicked eyes. Ivan's scythe was embedded in the oak tree where my neck would have been if it wasn't for the fact that I jumped out of the way. My hand unconsciously snaked its way up to my throat and I gulped at the image of what could have happened if I hadn't moved.

"Aww. I missed.." Ivan let out a heavy sigh of disappointment and took a step forward with a pout on his face.

"Take one more step and I'll fucking rip your throat out!"

..Huh?

The state of panic I was currently caught up in slowly began to fade from my mind and I began to take in my surroundings once more. Gilbert was standing in front of me in a protective stance. His head was low to the ground and his haunches were stuck up in the air. The gleam of his claws and fangs caught my eye and I knew for a fact that the Prussian man--or tiger--was not kidding around when he said he'll rip Ivan's throat open.

"I'm not sure you'll even be able to, Gilby~." The large man taunted and smiled viciously, taking another step forward without a single shred of fear in his deep, violet eyes.

An echoing roar - more of a growl however- pierced my ears and I glanced over my shoulder only to see a white blur brush past me and leap into the air, landing on Ivan and pinning him onto the ground. Gilbert's snapped his jaws in a fit of rage, but seemed to have missed every time he lowered his head to bite into the pale flesh. Ivan casually rolled his head side to side to dodge each attack with a somewhat bored look, his strength holding back the tiger at shoulder length. Finally deciding he was tired of just lying there on the uncomfortable earth, the Russian caster brought his knees up to his chest and kicked Gilbert off of him. Smirking happily when he heard a satisfying snap of his ribcage. A loud yelp was heard and I scrambled off of the ground to try and run over to where Gilbert collided with a tree, splintering the wood and having it crash onto the forest floor.

"Gilbert!"

"S-Stay away!"

I stopped dead in my tracks and stared, wide-eyed, as the oversized tiger pushed his way back up to all fours, his head shaking to clear all damage that may have been done during the collision. His gaze met with my own (e/c) orbs and it felt as if the world stopped so suddenly. His eyes. The burning intensity and determination was almost suffocating. My breath caught in my throat and I couldn't breathe.

"Don't...even /think/...about m-moving from that spot, _____!" He struggled to say, his voice breaking pathetically in a simple attempt to speak.

[1]"Так мило." Ivan spoke in his native tongue, breaking the silence between Gilbert and I after our intimate eye contact. My ears perked up when I heard the sound of wood creaking and metal scraping against something rough, making a loud screeching sound that caused me to flinch inwardly.

"Oh well. Nothing I can't fix though, da?"

I spun around as fast as I could from the ground just in time to see Ivan releasing his grip on the large, shimmering scythe that was seemingly forgotten for a while.

No.

A heavy gush of wind whipped my hair around my face and the blade from his weapon managed to cut my (s/c) cheek enough to sting, yet not enough to cause any major damage. I could feel a trail of blood run down my face and drip onto my hand, but none of that mattered.

NO.

He wasn't aiming at me. He wasn't aiming at me! My body didn't react as fast I hoped it would and time seemed to have slowed down just enough to torture me. Why? God, damn it!

NO!

Gilbert raised his head from the spot that he stayed in to recover and I could notice a spark of fear in those beautiful eyes, his silky, silver fur rising on end. The sound of metal piercing flesh could be heard all around me and my mind went numb. Blood was splattered on the tree as if someone took a bucket of paint and threw it all over the trunk of a tree. My hand was gingerly dragged down my sweaty forehead when I felt the warm, red liquid drip down my face, and I stared at it.  


It was so pretty.


"G-Gilbert..."


So pretty.


"GILBEEEEEERRRT!!"


...It was the same color as his eyes.
I hate this chapter.

I really do. :iconotlplz:


I am so sorry that it was so short. And that is sucks. And it wasn't as descriptive as the first.

I'm sorry I /wrote/ it.


I had a serious problem writing this due to the fact that my imagination decided no to cooperate with me on this.
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[1] - So cute. (Russian)
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:heart: Hetalia - :iconhimaruyaplz:
:heart: Shifter/Caster idea - :iconprussianpersephone:


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cupcake1723's avatar
Ima kill Russia with His sisters *calls sisters over* hey you two Russia wanted to go back home with you two oh but he wanted to stay with one of you so don't fight over him *they start fighting for him like justin beiber fangirls and of course Belarus wins*