Alexei had been a home of peace for a while now. It had been the refuge for people who wanted a home. It had been the safest place both mentally and physically. The people who lived there were nice, and even though they had gone through a shitload, they never let that dim their spirits.
However, the Alexei they had slept in, the previous night, was very different from the one they would wake up in after the war ended. Maybe it would be filled with flowers, or maybe it would be too bloody that no one would ever want to willingly go to the people's palace.
Everyone around them had stopped fighting and turned their attention to Carl. Funny how they had murdered a good number of opposite teams and they had paused because of two brothers. Who would have expected that this could ever happen?
