He got the Whole World...

Drabble for a prompt from slashtheimage...

“Go. Now!”

He shook his head. He couldn't run away, leaving the man he loved with this bomb.

“It's no use. I'll take it out of the gallery...” Illya cracked a smile, “See you later.”

Napoleon persisted in shaking his head but the Russian crept in the narrow passage, the threatening box in his hands.

As Napoleon was about to go out, dust devils sprang from the walls and everything vibrated. He closed his eyes, breathless, the unbearable reality dawning on him.

Warm hand on his cheek.

“I found an embrasure...”

Blues eyes, dusty face, boyish contentment...

“Saved the world...”