A/N: My first RusAme fic, but I've been pondering this one for a while now, and I really want to do it. Please support me, and review if you like it. If you don't like it, don't review, lol.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Freshman year for Alfred went a little like this. School, meet Ivan, hate Ivan, hate school, be bullied by Ivan, need tutoring, self-esteem issues, meet Kiku, become friends, ego leveled, brother starts ice hockey, Ivan bullies Alfred even more, suspension, plan on how to deport Ivan back to Russia, plan failed, and finally summer.
Sophomore year starts up, and Alfred could tell the moment he walked into his first class that his life was going to suck. One, his first class was English, and two, there was only a few seats open, and all those seats are next to the famed school bully, Ivan Braginski.
Alfred, as the hero could not run away, or try to hide from his fate. He's gotten used to the Russian's bullying, he'll be fine. Alfred took a deep breath, and decided to sit to the left of the other, sitting in front of him would be too risky.
He sat down with his things, and turned away to talk to someone else.
"You've gained some weight over summer, da?" Ivan chimed with an innocent smile.
Alfred turned sharply to the other with a glare. Time for a witty come back. " Shut up." Wait...a witty come back!
God, he felt like an idiot, that was just admitting that he was aware of his weight gain, and that he was also very sensitive about it. Alfred only had one more chance to turn this around. It was dangerous, but Alfred was the hero, and he wasn't afraid of anything. Also, he had a hard time keeping his thoughts in his head, and not just spilling out of his big mouth.
"Now if you don't mind I've got some friends to talk to. You should do the same!" Alfred said showing his brilliant and obnoxious smile.
A dark aura seemed to spread from the Russian, and did the room just drop 20 degrees? Alfred shivered and turned to talk to whoever was in the seat next to him.
"You're pretty funny Fredka, uh-hu! You've finally decided to use your brain?" Ivan asked, his creepy smile, slightly even more creepy.
" Hey, don't call me that with your freaky commie language!" Shut up Alfred... " And! For your communist spy info, I use my brain all the time." Genius, pure genius.
"Hmmm? Are you sure about that, Fredka? The last time I checked, Russia wasn't communist and neither am I. Maybe you should get your head checked, da?" Ivan asked, his face so sweet and innocent, but with eyes staring harshly, icy cold.
"Dude, screw you man!" Alfred huffed, man this guy would not let up.
"Screw me? Nyet, I do not wish to have sex with you." Ivan stated matter-of-factly.
"What! Dude, it's a saying, you stupid commie!" Alfred burst outragged "I freakin' hate you." He hissed at the other.
"I hate you too, Fredka." Ivan said with a chuckle.
"Stop calling me that." Alfred glared, hating the so-called nickname.
It started before summer, Ivan just suddenly started calling him that, and apparently a summer apart has not made him forget about it.
Thankfully, class started up, and the two kept out of each other's hair, for the time being. English was boring, and all Alfred did was doodle in his notebook the entire class period. His stomach grumbled and he rubbed his belly, then moved his hand to the side where his love handles were, and pinched the bit of fat. He sighed in annoyance.
He really has gained weight. Not cool.
Suddenly he felt icy cold fingers slip underneath the shirt and pinch the same place. Alfred yelped and jerk away from the touch in the most manly way possible. He glared intensely at the Russian who was smirking, looking calmly towards him. The whole class was looking at Alfred, and quite a few started to giggle. Alfred was tempted to flip Ivan off when the teacher cut in.
"Jones? Is there something you would like to add?" The teacher asked.
"Nah! I'm good, sorry!" Alfred said quickly, turning back to his binder.
He was embarrassed to say the least, but thankfully he was able to hold off the growing heat on his face until he could put his head down. Ivan was happy with his accomplishment, and was going to go back to writing down his notes when he noticed something odd.
Since Alfred wasn't paying attention, Ivan turned his head to get a better look. He could see Alfred's ears were red. Ivan wanted to chuckle, and felt even more proud of himself. Really, who else but him could make Alfred blush up to his ears?
Yes, Ivan was feeling quite happy about this year.
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Alfred knew he was going to hate this year, because it would be just like last year. He would be bullied, and he'd have to pretend everything is fine, that nothing gets to him. Being a blissful idiot was what everyone has come to expect of him, and that's how he shall remain. His friends did comment on how brave or idiotic he was being, and they thought he was tough.
That was a plus, his bro, Matthew was always there, and understood him, and Kiku always played games with him to keep his mind off things. It would be ok, yeah things were gonna suck, but he could do it! He just had to pick a different game plan.
Kiku always told him he should just try ignoring Ivan, giving into him and fighting back is what Ivan was aiming for. Yeah, Alfred knew it made sense, but his blood just boiled up inside when he saw the freakishly tall man, with the pale blond hair, and huge nose. He couldn't help but fight back whenever he insulted him. It was pride!
This year Alfred vowed it would be different, he had to try ignoring the bastard, not today though, 'cause he kind of already ruined it by fighting with him earlier.
This year was going to be a big pain in the ass.
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A big pain in the ass it will be! Surprisingly besides English class, Ivan was in most of his other classes as well! Oh the joy of having the Russian freak constantly bickering with him, and degrading him. He only had two safe classes, Art and History.
Kiku was in his art class, and Matthew was in his history class. Alfred could feel a beam of light shine down on him when he knew that he could at least relax in those two classes. He also really liked art, and history wasn't too bad. He was more into math and science, too bad Ivan was always there to spy on him.
Yes, since freshman year, he knew the Russian bastard cheated off him in class, he was always looking over at him, it was so obvious. Alfred would cover his paper with his entire body, and he would still feel the other's icy cold stare. He must have x-ray vision, because they would get the same score, Alfred made sure to keep his paper hidden though so the Russian wouldn't get the satisfaction.
Freaking bastard, Alfred knew he would have to make a shirt made of lead, or something so the ass couldn't steal his answers.
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After a long day Alfred went home right after school, and headed straight to the living room to go play some video games. His mother told him something which he ignored, something about Matthew and picking up.
Alfred was in the middle of some great snipper battle action when he heard the door open, and his mother call out to Matthew, said brother ran past the living room in a blur. His mother walked in looking worried.
"What's up with Matt?" Alfred asked, worried about his usual soft spoken twin.
"I guess they are going to have some cuts at the ice skating rink. They might not be able to pay for the hockey team to have another season." His mother said before she began to rub her temple.
"What? Why?" Alfred asked, clearly upset for his brother. Matthew didn't really do too much ,he didn't have a lot of things he liked, or that many friends. Hockey made Matthew really happy, Alfred understood that, and as the awesome hero, he felt obliged to protect that.
He was pissed, why was the one thing his brother, his twin brother loved, going to be taken away?
"It seems the figure skating team doesn't have enough people participating. Without them the ice skating rink won't be able to raise enough money." She answered folding her arms.
"That's stupid! That doesn't make any sense!"
"That's what Matthew said, not as loudly of course. I'll explain it to you too. The teams are two different sports, but they depend on each other to keep the skating rink open. Basically the rink is opening it's doors for free for them to practice, but they need to actually go out and win games. Without the figure skating team the government can't sponsor the ice skating rink. So either parents have to pay an absurd amount of money to keep the rink open, and pay the coaches, or they get rid of both teams."
Alfred took a moment to take this all in, and felt his heart sink. Yes, he didn't like ice hockey, but he knew Matthew loved it, and was probably crying right now. Alfred left his game, something he never did, and went to his brother.
"Hey bro?" Alfred asked softly, opening up the door into the dimly lit room.
He could see his brother laying out in his bed with his favorite stuffed bear from since he was in grade school. He must really be upset if brought that out of the closet, and was cuddling it so closely. Matthew sat up quickly to look at his intruder, he sighed in relief when he saw it was Alfred, and not their mother.
"Hey..." Matthew said softly, then laid back down.
With a sigh Alfred walked over, and laid down next to his brother, they both looked up at the ceiling, saying nothing. He didn't know what to do, or how to help, but he'd think of a way...somehow.
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A loud thud could be heard resounding through a cold and barren home. There was only more silence. There were no greetings of any kind for the one who entered, there was only light foot steps, another pause, then the sound of a coffee table being over turned, and the contents on top spilling over, and breaking on the floor.
"Это нечестно! Отнять единственное, что у меня есть!*"
So I google translated the Russian...google translate. If you have a better sight or a place that will give better more well rounded Russian translations that'd be great.
Translation: (Это нечестно! Отнять единственное, что у меня есть!) - "It is not fair! Taking away the only thing I have!"