An unawesome PruHun fanfic.

An unawesome PruHun fanfic.

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Tall men in black were taking little Gilbert away from them. Roderich expected things to happen, but he didn’t expect it to happen quickly. ‘Why now?’ He stares at Elizaveta fighting a tall man in black and yells something at Gilbert that he couldn’t hear. ‘They’re taking him. This wasn’t the agreement. Why? What happened?’ Elizaveta’s tiny body was now kneeling on the stony dry ground, crying. Gilbert slowly went to hug Elizaveta. “Don’t worry, The Awesome me will come back!” He laughs his usual laugh. Elizaveta looks up and slowly stands up. She playfully punches Gilbert in the shoulder. “Hey what was that for-““You better promise me that you dumbass, or you'll have five more of those punches!” She says, wiping her tears stubbornly with her sleeves. “Well of course! I promise!” He says proudly. He nods at Roderich’s direction and went into the car, followed by those men And Roderich knew, with that nod….. Gilbert wouldn't be coming back for a long time; he clenches his fist with pure anger. ‘This is sick!’
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"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" (Did no one ever teach you any manners?) The color drained from their faces, and they scattered. Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched. There, on the cold ground, lay a girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn t-shirt. ♡♡︎♡︎ A small, naive girl with no shelter. A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?

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