Alfred opened his eyes groggily and found himself staring at the grey ceiling, perfectly painted over showing no signs of any flaw throughout it. He lifted himself up off the floor. God, his back hurt. He had probably rolled off the bed during the night and landed there. His head hurt too... Nothing an Advil couldn't solve.

He walked out the door feeling about as dead as a zombie. He just needed to find the medicine cabinet. Then he'd go back to bed.

Huh, the hallway seemed longer than he remembered it being. It sure was taking a long time to get to the bathroom.

"Ugh, this is some hangover. What the hell happened last night?"

Eyes shut from his exhaustion, Alfred tried walking to the left where his bathroom should be.

Only to find his head hurting.

He put his hand on his forehead, but it only hurt more. He tried to open his eyes and when they finally opened, he found himself facing a wall. It was grey. Not the same grey as the ceiling, but slightly darker.

Wait.

The bathroom should definitely be there.

But it wasn't. He'd hit the wall instead.

Alfred put his hand on the wall, feeling for any hidden latches, or switches, or maybe even a secret passageway, but he came up with nothing. It was just a smooth, plain, grey wall.

He looked behind him, at the right side of the hall. There was nothing there either. He walked backwards to his room, but somehow found himself in a different hallway. He tried retracing his steps, but was in yet another hallway. He turned around and saw three other halls. He banged his head on the wall.

It was too early in the morning to get lost in his own home.

It may have been the head banging, but Alfred suddenly realized something.

He didn't have a grey ceiling.

He didn't have grey walls. He didn't have twenty thousand hallways. He had been too tired to see the bed before, but by now he was certain it was definitely not his.

Had he slept over at England's house? That didn't make sense. England would have made sure he slept in a bed, or at least on the couch. Also, there weren't so many halls.

Japan's house looked too Eastern. Canada's house looked nothing like this. He couldn't think of anything else.

Before panic decided to take over, he decided to explore. Maybe someone had done interior designing in his home while he'd been sleeping. Pretty crappy job, if you ask him, but it was still a possibility in his mind.

Choosing to follow one hallway, he walked forward.

It was still too early for this. Everything looked the same to him.

Alfred finally decided to stop. It seemed like he had been walking for hours, even though it had only been fifteen minutes. He heard a door open.

His eyes lit up. The savior he'd waited for had come. He ran as fast as he could towards the location of the sound. He felt like he could navigate every hall. Every corner. Every turn.

Somehow it was starting to seem somewhat familiar to him. Like he'd been here before and was just realizing it now.

All of a sudden, it hit him as he rounded the last corner. He slowed as he neared the opening to what looked like a lobby.

The extremely large door closed. The man closing it brushed some snow off of his ashen hair and tan coat.

"Ah, Alfred, how good of you to come greet me after my day of work!"

He started slowly stepping towards Alfred.

And Alfred just stood there. Confused.

He was in Russia's house.

"You know, I am quite surprised that you were able to find me through all of these passages. Even I find it difficult to navigate them."

Ivan raised a hand over his head, and Alfred squeezed his eyes shut out of fear of being hit.

Instead he found a large hand petting his head.

"But I suppose that most puppies are able to find their masters that way, da?"

Alfred blinked, and a slight blush graced his face. Huh?

"Dude, what the hell, Russia? Are you callin' me a dog?"

Ivan frowned. "Aw, poor puppy, he has not learned manners yet."

"I am not a fucking dog, Russia."

He put his hand under his chin as if he were thinking. "Hm, and it seems he has not learned to watch his language either." He ruffled Alfred's hair, and began to walk off before stopping at the sound of Alfred's voice.

"Yeah, Russia? Where do you keep the Advil," he said angrily.

Ivan chuckled a bit. "Down that hall," he said pointing to the right of Alfred. Then, he disappeared down another hall that Alfred hadn't even noticed before.

He sighed. "Psycho." He walked to the right and found it to be a straight hallway with no turns. One door stood at the end. He went in, closed the door, and immediately opened the cabinet. "Yes!" He pulled out a container of painkillers and popped two into his mouth.

What the hell had been up with Russia? All right, so maybe they'd been out drinking, he'd gotten drunk, and having no place to put him, Russia took him back to his place. Sounded reasonable so far. But what about all the dog stuff? He thought for a minute. Russia was always crazy and said weird things. Maybe this was just one of them. It kind of made sense.

Feeling relieved, he replaced the container and closed the cabinet.

He froze.

Yes, his reflection stared back at him, but he didn't like his reflection. Nah, he wasn't ugly. Actually, he thought of himself as downright charming. It was what his reflection was wearing. Normal shirt. Normal pants. And a collar. A dog collar.

"Dude, did Russia put this shit on me?"

He tried to undo the straps, but they wouldn't budge. He opened every drawer and looked for scissors or something sharp, but could find none.

Why a fucking dog collar?

Okay, he had to calm down. Maybe someone else had put it on him when he was drunk, and now Russia was just making fun of him.

Again, that made sense. Russia wouldn't have taken off the collar, so he could find something to torment him about in the morning.

He furiously stomped out of the room, down the hall, and into the lobby. He spotted the enormous doors and quickly tried to push them open.

They wouldn't budge.

"Russia!"

Light footsteps could be heard.

"Yes? What is it?"

Alfred glared at Ivan. "Open the door. I want to leave."

Ivan smiled. "I'm afraid I cannot."

"Thanks, buddy- Wait, what?"

"I'm afraid I cannot."

Alfred blinked. "What the hell do you mean you can't?"

Ivan closed most of the distance between them. "Untrained puppies cannot be left near open doors. They might run away."

Alfred laughed emptily. "Hahaha, that's super funny, Russia. You're hilarious. Now, open the door."

A look of confusion entered Russia's face. "I do not understand… What joke did I tell?"

"Seriously, Russia. Cut the crap. Stop treating me like a dog, and open the door."

"You really are very cute." He ruffled Alfred's hair again and then reached into his pocket for a ring of keys.

Alfred crossed his arms in annoyance.

It seemed like forever until Ivan brought the keys out and placed them in the lock. It was like he was trying to draw this out.

A click.

Jumping up in excitement, Alfred pushed open both doors and was instantly hit with a wave of cold air. Snow started blowing into his face. A white wasteland was all he could see. He squinted, but nothing changed. It was like the world had gone cold.

He collapsed to his knees, his eyes wide. It couldn't be. "Russia, drive me home."

"Mm, I think not."

He couldn't believe it. He could not believe it. Russia had kidnapped him.

He was stuck here. At Russia's house.

"Now, come along, little one before you freeze." Ivan took Alfred's hand and lifted him up to stand. He started leading him down another hall until they reached a kitchen. He sat Alfred down on a chair.

Alfred sat back in the chair and stared into space. Russia started to cook something, but he didn't notice. A mantra just kept repeating itself in his mind. Over and over. And over.

He was stuck here. At Russia's house. He was stuck here. At Russia's house.

He was stuck here. At Russia's house.

As a dog.

Ah, yes, he's still human, but I am a strange person who finds situations where one guy's like, "Hey, you're my pet now, kthxbai," kinky… I read this one from Bleach with Aizen and Ichigo that I very much liked once… Please do not enter my mind. It is an X-rated place.

I kind of wrote this when I was supposed to be working on my World History AP project… And today was my second day of my sophomore year. It is quite interesting. So far it seems nice, and my classes are going well so far. I am trying to stay very well ahead this year since my goal is to go to Yale, so I may not update every week.

Ah, yes! I almost forgot! Hello! My name is Annabelle Smith! That is not actually my real name, but I'm trying to keep this profile anonymous. I actually have a main account on here, but I'm really embarrassed about posting something like this to it… I have weird kinks… Again, please do not enter my mind.

Um, if I may, my embarrassment was just proven when my mother read this over my shoulder... /blushes profusely. She thought there was something quite wrong with me before, but now she's asking if I have done drugs... Obviously, I am quite annoyed with her invasion of my privacy.

I ask that if you figure out who I am, please do not tell anyone else… /blushes I'm actually very shy, so I'd be very embarrassed if everyone found out who I am… Feel free to pm and ask me if you think you know who I am, but please, do not say it publicly ;u;

I may or may not edit this chapter later, since I am not happy with it…