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hetalia2010-11-14 10:51 pm
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[Fanfic] Refuse to Fall, chapter 11
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor the countries (although I wish!). This story is not for commercial purpose. Please don't sue.
Reviews are welcomed!
11.
Gilbert shuddered as he heard the first angry cry from the crowd; just like the first drop of rain, in the blink of an eye it would soon turn into a whipping storm.
Having decided he could not just sit in his room and pretend not to notice what was going on outside, he left his desk and went downstairs as fast as he was able. When he opened the door he saw Ivan was about to knock.
“Come with me,” without usual greetings the Russian gave an order rather hastily. Knowing better than to argue, Gilbert complied without a word, and soon found himself sitting beside Ivan in his bulky black car. Pretending to look out at the passing street view, Gilbert slyly studied Ivan from the reflection of the window. He looked tense, and much excited comparing to his normal careless attitude. His left hand was assumingly playing a short Cossack song on his left knee, while his right hand hid in his pocket all the time. By the size of the pocket, Gilbert was sure the thing held in his hand could probably inflict great pain to someone’s body.
And he had no intention to be this someone.
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Reviews are welcomed!
11.
Gilbert shuddered as he heard the first angry cry from the crowd; just like the first drop of rain, in the blink of an eye it would soon turn into a whipping storm.
Having decided he could not just sit in his room and pretend not to notice what was going on outside, he left his desk and went downstairs as fast as he was able. When he opened the door he saw Ivan was about to knock.
“Come with me,” without usual greetings the Russian gave an order rather hastily. Knowing better than to argue, Gilbert complied without a word, and soon found himself sitting beside Ivan in his bulky black car. Pretending to look out at the passing street view, Gilbert slyly studied Ivan from the reflection of the window. He looked tense, and much excited comparing to his normal careless attitude. His left hand was assumingly playing a short Cossack song on his left knee, while his right hand hid in his pocket all the time. By the size of the pocket, Gilbert was sure the thing held in his hand could probably inflict great pain to someone’s body.
And he had no intention to be this someone.
click to read more