I DON'T OWN HETALIA
The cold air stung the young blond's face. Alfred took his hands out of his pockets and breathed on them to help heat them up. He was walking slowly, knowing if he should misstep he would fall waist deep into the snow.
Alfred and his family had come to the woods to camp in celebration of his older brother, Matthew, getting a hockey scholarship from a prestigious college. Alfred thought that they should just go out to dinner, but their over-the-top dad thought they should do something more special, and of course that special thing had to be sitting in a hot car for four hours just so that they could hang out in a forest in the middle of winter. Alfred didn't want to seem mean, but he really didn't think his brother was worth all the trouble. Plus the closes place with WIFI was 20 miles away.
He was looking for large pieces of wood for their camp fire when flurries started to rain down from the sky. Alfred thought nothing of it and continued looking. Thirty minutes later the snow had gotten so bad that could he could barely see. The snow was coming down fast and Alfred's glasses had water all over the lenses. He decided to just take the useless things off and put them in his pocket. Alfred had no idea which way he was going. Hell, he barely remembered were the camp site even was, but he was a hero and heroes never give up.
He pulled the collar of his jacket over his mouth and nose and rubbed his hands together to create some kind of heat.
An owl was 'hooting' as it flew from branch to branch. The whistling wind shook the dormant tree branches and the snow crunched against Alfred's boot. It looked like a scene out of a horror movie, and Alfred didn't like that. All it took was the sound of a twig breaking and the blond would turn around and expect to see a man with a clown mask on, holding a pistol, and laughing in a crazy way that every killer did.
Animals scurried across the ground and the snow finally started to stop. Alfred leaned against a tree. His arms and legs were numb and his face was as red as a apple. At this rate the blond was sure he would end up wit hypothermia. The world looked blurry and his thoughts was starting to get all fuzzy. Alfred's eyes started to droop, but the blond pried them open again, knowing that if he passed out he would freeze to death. This had turned into a life or death situation.
He shook his head out of the half conscious state. He pushed himself off the tree and went back to walking mindlessly through the forest, it would at least keep him awake.
He was stumbling along when he heard the snapping of a twig, then another, and another. Alfred stopped in his tracks.
"Who's there!" No answer followed.
Alfred swallowed his fear and walked closer to where the noise was coming from. 'Grrrr'. Three wolves came out from behind the trees. A closer look at them and he realized that they weren't wolves, but coyotes. 'Coyotes have never killed anyone, Right?' The dog-hybrids jumped at Alfred with their teeth barred. Alfred moved out of the way before one could rip his arm off.
The adrenaline running through his veins helped turn his body functions back on and he was able to kick one of the dogs against a tree. As soon as he was free he sprinted away. Sure he was super strong, but it was three against one and the adrenaline was the only thing keeping him in motion.
The coyotes weren't that far behind him. There was probably only a two yard difference, but it was more than enough for Alfred.
His foot slipped forward and he fell on his shoulder. He tried to stand up, but his hands slipped and his face fell onto something hard. Alfred looked at the terrain, he was on a frozen lake. He carefully got up and made motions that looked liked a horse trying to stand up for the first time.
He was halfway across the lake when the coyotes decided to step out. They growled, looked at Alfred, and started to slowly walk closer. They dug their claws into the ice to keep them from slipping.
Alfred tried to move quicker while grumbling about how it was unfair that God didn't give humans claws. The coyotes stopped and sniffed before continuing on. Alfred finally made it to the other side and he started to run. He had a good head start when his foot fell through the snow. He tried using his other foot to help push him out, but he ended up getting that foot stuck as well.
He screamed in frustration. The growls were getting louder and louder.
"Help!" He screamed. The coyotes came into view and Alfred said his prayers.
One of them went in for the kill when a loud 'bang' rang out. The animal fell to the ground with blood coming out of it's abdomen. Another shot rang out and another one fell to the ground. The last coyote ran away before it could be killed as well.
"Are you needing some help, comrade." Alfred looked up when he heard the choppy English to see a tall man with silver hair and violet eyes. He was holding a small pistol.
Alfred nodded his head. The man put the gun into his pocket and pulled on Alfred's arm, pulling him out of the hole he had gotten himself stuck in. As soon as the man set Alfred on the ground he asked, "What is a little boy like you doing in these woods?"
Alfred brushed the snow off his shoulders. From what he could tell by the man's miscommunication of English and that weird accent the man was most likely not from around here. "I could ask you the same thing." He eyed the tall man suspiciously. "What are you doing out in the middle of the woods."
"I am exploring." Was the man's answer. A little vague if you asked Alfred.
"And the pistol." Alfred questioned.
"Protection. As you have seen, there are a many dangerous things lurking in this forest." The American nodded, accepting the answer. "Now, answer my question." The man commanded, his tone changing.
Alfred thought about it for a second before saying, "I'm Alfred F. Jones. And you are?" He held out his hand to the man.
"I am Ivan." Ivan took the Americans hand and shook it roughly. "What are you doing in the middle of the woods, Alfred?"
"I'm suppose to be camping with my family, but I got lost during the snow storm and then I ran into a pack of coyotes and met you." Ivan studied the blond to see if he was telling the truth. Seeing no falsehood he smiled at Alfred.
"Do you maybe know how to get back to the campsite?" Hope sparked in Alfred's eyes.
"Sadly I do not, but I may have a map back at my house."
"Oh, well how far is your house?" Alfred saw this as his only chance to get back home even if it did mean asking a weird man who could be a serial killer for all he knew. "About two miles east." Alfred blinked in confusion. Ivan sighed and pointed to his right. " About a thirty minutes walk that way." The American nodded in understanding.
"Well we better start walking." The American started to walk while Ivan stood still. "Why aren't you coming?" Alfred asked. "Because you are going in the wrong direction." Ivan replied with a small grin on his face.
"Why didn't you say something sooner!" Alfred yelled, his cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink.
"I wanted to see how long it would take you to figure it out by yourself" Ivan chuckled. He enjoyed the embarrassed look on the other's face.
"Not funny dude!"
Alfred walked in the other direction, making sure that he didn't fall into another hole. The cold air blew through the forest but Alfred can barely notice it. All that matters is him finding a way back to the camp site.
"Where are you from." Alfred asked suddenly.
"I'm from Russia" Ivan said. "Why do you ask?"
"Wait! So your a commie!" Alfred said. That explained so much. He was probably here to do some secret commie work. Ivan's eye twitched at the comment but chose to ignore it.
"How much farther!" Alfred whined. They had been walking for over fifteen minutes and the numbness went away ten minutes ago so the cold was starting to get to him. He wrapped his jacket tighter around his body and put his hands in his pockets. "Are you cold comrade?" Alfred didn't say anything. He just looked around at the dormant trees and bushes. Ivan took off his scarf and held it in front of Alfred. "I don't need it." The Russian ignored him and wrapped the scarf around his neck anyway.
After a minute of silence Alfred mumbled barely audible "Thank You."
Ivan smiled. He started to walk closer to the American but Alfred didn't notice.
"We're here." Alfred put back on his glasses to see.
A large house came into view. It had two stories and was baby blue with white edges
Ivan led them up the stairs and pulled a key out from his pocket. He unlocked the door and let Alfred in. The blond took off his boots. He didn't want to ruin the nice wood floors. The house was pretty cold so he kept his jacket on. He noted that Ivan locked the door but he thought nothing about it. He gave Ivan his scarf back and walked into a room that looked like the living room. He sat down on the couch and looked around the place.
The place looked homey enough. There were two couches, a fireplace with a flat screen TV above it, and rugs scattered across the room. He rested his feet on the coffee table and looked around for a remote.
"Comfortable, Comrade?" Ivan asked sarcasticly.
"Yes. Hey, where's your remote?" Ivan walked over to the fireplace and got the remote of the top and handed it to Alfred. "I'm going to go look for a map."
Alfred looked up at the Russian. "Why don't you just use the map on your phone?" He asked curiously. Alfred's phone has very little battery left on it and he didn't want to waste it, but if this man had a phone he should be able to use his phone instead of looking for a piece of paper no one has used since the 1980. "There is no signal here and I have no WIFI." Alfred was shocked. He couldn't go a day with out using the internet so for this man to say he doesn't even have access to that amazed him.
"Oh, does that mean you live near a road or something?" Alfred asked. He actually started to wonder how many questions he had asked Ivan today.
"How does me not having WIFI make me live by a road?" Ivan said a little curious. "Because you must get your supplies from somewhere, and if you can't call for help you need to get them by yourself so there must be a road close by for you to get from place to place."
"Good theory comrade. I'm surprised that actually made sense." Alfred gave him a fake hurt face. "But sadly the closets road is an hour walk away."
"An hour walk away!" The American was more than shock. "Just how deep in the forest are we."
"Very deep." Was all Ivan said. "If you want to use the TV you need to manualy turn it on. The kitchen is over there, try not to eat everything, and stay out of the other rooms." The last phrase was more of a command and it made Alfred wonder why he couldn't look around at the other rooms. "Alright man I won't go into the other rooms."
Ivan nodded and decided to trust Alfred. He went over to the TV and turned it on already knowing the American would be to lazy to do it himself. He picked his legs up and dropped them on the floor. He took the remote from Alfred's hand, leaving it there a little longer than necessary, and turned on the cable box.
"I have some leftovers in the fridge. Try not to eat them all" Ivan said.
"Hey, are you calling me fat." The Russian stared at Alfred with fake confusion. "How does me telling you 'not to eat all the leftovers in the fridge mean you are fat."
"Your saying I eat a lot." Alfred said.
Ivan chuckled. "I'm going to look for that map now." And with that he left the room leaving Alfred to his own affairs.
Alfred was getting bored. There were only fifty channels on the TV and the food in Ivan's fridge was all some weird foreign stuff. He got up off the couch and started looking around at some of the things in the room. He looked at some of the books around the room. They were all in Russian so he couldn't read them even though he wouldn't read them if they were in English anyway, but he was just so bored. He went back to clicking through channels. He was only able to go three minutes before he started to mentally complain.
He got up and walked out of the room. Screw Ivan. He would go check out any room he wanted to. He walked down a long hallway that had a few doors on it. He opened the first door to see it was a small closet. It had white dress shirts on hangers and leather shoes on the floor. He closed the door and moved onto another one. This one was a closet as well but it seemed to be used for storing computers and cords that don't seem to plug into anything. The last door in the hall had a small bedroom inside it. It had a twin bed in the corner with a small bedside table next to it. A dresser was off to the side and a small mirror hung off the closet door.
Alfred walked into the room. As soon as he did the temperature suddenly dropped. The room looked a bit on the girly side yet it also looked a bit like a boy's room. A tomboy room seemed like the best way to describe the bedroom. He walked over to closet and opened the door. Inside were a couple of boxes but other than that it was completely empty. It's probably been awhile since somebody last lived here.
Finding nothing entertaining he left the room in search of something else. He was reaching the staircase. He was about to walk up them when he spotted a small door under them. It was steeled and had many locks. Considering the fact that he could see them meant it locks from the outside. 'What could be down there.' Alfred looked around for some kind of makeshift key. When he couldn't find anything he just decided to use his strength. It amazed people how fast the blond could recover.
He pressed down hard on the door. He pressed harder and harder until he finally felt it budge. With one last push he was able to open the door. He looked in , the door led to a basement. Alfred gulped. 'What if it's one of those creepy basements with spiders and ghost?' The last thing really made him want to run back into the living room even if he didn't want to admit it. Not willing to take the chance Alfred backed away from the door. He shut it and started to walk back to the living room.
He sat back down on the couch. Ivan still wasn't back. 'He sure is taking his time. Maybe I could play a game on my phone, but wait he doesn't have signal. Wait a minute where is my phone?' Alfred searched through his pockets but couldn't find it anywhere. 'Did I leave it somewhere.' He thought back to where he could have dropped it but the only place that came to mind was that creepy basement so instead he checked every room he went to except for that one.
When he didn't find it he knew that he had to go back to the stairway. Alfred walked down the hall. He was making sure to take his time. He slowly opened the door. The creak it gave off didn't help to ease Alfred's fears. 'Heroes are strong. Heroes don't get scared.' He kept saying that over and over again in his head as he slowly took step after step into the basement. ' Maybe I dropped it somewhere else.' But he came this far and he really didn't want to turn his back towards the darkness.
He felt along the wall for a small switch. When he found it he flicked it up and the room lit up. Alfred missed a step and flew down the stairs. Luckily his face was there to break his fall. He looked up to see bloody eyes looking back at him.
The room was filled with dead bodies both male and female. They all seemed to have been tortured and there was at least had to be ten of them. They were piled on top of each other so it was hard to tell.
Alfred screamed. He screamed for two minutes straight even after his throat started to hurt. He finally stopped when a cloth covered his mouth.
"Shh. It's okay I'm not going to hurt you." Ivan said gently. 'Yes you are.' Alfred thought before he blacked out.
Ivan easily picked up Alfred and carried him up the stairs. He walked up the second set of stairs and into the second story where he walked into the master bedroom and put Alfred down on the bed. He changed him into a soft pair of pajamas, took off his glasses, and turned off the light.
"Goodnight Fredka." Ivan whispered before leaving the room.
Hey There
Now let me say that I have never written a chapter this long and I'm proud of myself. Well I'm not good at introductions so I'll just tell you some stuff about my self.
I love Rusame and Usuk.
I hate Rochu.
This is all the stuff you really need to know about me as of yet. I may reveal more stuff about my self later on but who knows. I'll probably make all my chapters this long or maybe longer.
This is the third story I have written, and the second I have ever uploaded.
I waited months before I finally decided to write a fanfiction and I waited a while before I wrote this story. I'll upload a new chapter every ten days or something like that. I may up load sooner who knows. Well, until next time.