He hates them. He hates his own soldiers. A sickening crack sounds out as he brings his pipe down on the mans head. He looks coldly upon the man as blood protrudes from his skull. His gaze lifts up, morphing into sorrow. A corpse of a woman who was screaming for help mere minutes ago, lays on the ground, violently deflowered and her throat slashed. All because she was Prussian. He wasn't fast enough in response to her screams. Not that her being alive would change much. She would either commit suicide, die from starvation or die from sexually transmitted diseases or infections that would not be treated due to lack of medicine. His fury comes back as he knows she is one of many rape victims, with more to come in the future. By the soldiers of armies that were supposed to liberate them.... by the hands of his own soldiers. It made him sick. Austrian, Polish, Prussian, Hungarian, German, none of them are safe. All of them are viewed as "open game". His boss will seek to justify the atrocities committed. Ivan growls as he desperately wants to kill him, but knows he cannot. Not in fear of his own life, but his sisters. Germany had killed his own boss, and in return, Prussia was dissolved. He wasn't surprised when Gilbert remained despite that. There was at least 3 times before that should have caused his time on earth to came to a screeching halt, but he still remained. His people's spirit was strong, an eternal flame that cannot be put out... he cannot say the same for his sisters.

He shakes his head as he begins walking to his house. He knows it is futile to convince his boss to take action against this. It will be regarded as the drawling of a certain "capitalist pig trying to get into his head", when he knows damn well that Alfred's soldiers are committing the same atrocities. When action was taken, it was reserved for those of darker skin to take punishment. It was revolting how he prided himself on freedom, yet turned a blind eye to those who are stripped of it.

He pauses and looks up at the sky. The only defiance he can do without receiving punishment, is silent prayer. Praying that a law will be passed to stop this, and that one day, the victims will be able to tell their stories. That his own government will stop denying the atrocities that their soldiers committed. He could only pray, and hope.

He sets his sights forwards again, resuming his walk home. He decides he might as well try to persuade his boss to have the Soviets confided strictly to posts and camps, away from the residential population.