Chapter Six: Takin' All Bets!
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"Is she still following us?" Alfred asked, panting hard as he leaned against a wall. Ivan peaked around a corner, looking to spot the crazy girl in the black dress.
"I don't see her... but she might still be out there. Anywhere to hide?" Ivan turned to the other man. Alfred glanced around and grinned in delight.
"Look! There's the Dirty Piere! Arthur and Gilbert work there! We can hide in there!" The American pointed at a store nearby, a dirty store owned by their (or at least Alfred and Gilbert's friend) Francis. Taking a quick look around for any sign of Natalia, the boys rushed inside the store.
Arthur didn't look up from the newspaper as he sat at the counter, he just heard the bell above the door make a sound. "Hello, welcome to the Dirty Piere, can I he- Alfred? Ivan? What are you doing here?" He finally noticed the two men who slammed the door shut.
"Hiding from my sister..." Ivan frowned, rushing over to the counter to hide behind it. There was a loud laugh and Gilbert walked over to them, having been restalking a shelf with DVDs.
"So Queen Ice Bitch is back?" Gilbert smirked, seeing the Russian and American in distress. "I thought she was off studying in Belarus."
Ivan glared at him slightly, but the scary effect wasn't really there since Ivan continued to shake. "She's on break. She forced Katsuya and Matthew to take her here to visit us. She wants to kill Mr. Ludwig and Alfred because she doesn't like them. Though she can kill Alfred, ("Hey!" Yelled the blond next to him) I don't want her harming Mr. Ludwig!"
Gilbert frowned a little and leaded on the counter. "Where's West?"
"He ran away during a fight." Alfred spoke up and Ivan glared at him.
"It is your fault for losing him, you let him leave! Natalia has probably found him and is doing horrible things to him!" The Russian barked, only to let out a curse in his native language when he was hit on the head with a rubber dildo.
Alfred glared back at him, the toy in hand. "My fault?! I'm not the one who has a fucked up sister that hates anyone who is within a foot of you! So don't blame me for Ludwig being smart and escaping before us!"
"Stupid American! Do not hit me with such a disgusting thing!"
"Oh this~?" Alfred smirked, waving the item in the other's face. "If I remember correctly, you actually like using these. I remember finding a few under your bed once, and that one time where you took your largest one and stuck it inside of-!"
"Alfred! Shut the hell up!" Arthur yelled, hitting the taller blond with his rolled up paper. "Bloody hell, don't kill each other in here, alright? I'm not going to clean up the mess and that frog won't be happy to know a murder happened here."
Ivan ignored the Brit and grabbed a vibrating dildo that was also on the counter, pointing it at Alfred. "We shall duel like true men. Do you accept?"
"Of course, as if I'd reject a fight when it comes to you." Alfred smirked, holding up the jelly wang he used to hit Ivan with.
Arthur looked at them and sighed loudly, opening the paper up again. He was just going to ignore the fighting until one of them starts to get into trouble or if something breaks. Hopefully it was the former, not the latter. Gilbert laughed as he watched them, wanting to see how this ends.
Alfred held up his toy and swung at the taller man, who easily dodged. Ivan then swung and almost hit Alfred's hand. They continued to aim and dodge each other's attacks, even having the toys hit one another as if they were fighting with swords, until...
