"Hey!"

Ivan turned around to look down at the skinny boy before him. What was it now? He had just gotten into another fight with Alfred. The bespectacled had crossed the line. Sure Ivan was a bully and often physically and emotionally tormented his classmates. That did not give Alfred the right to say that no one wanted him there or liked him. He had friends, didn't he? The more he thought about it the angrier he became. It isn't his fault. Everyone else is wrong about him.

"What?"

Ivan waited for some smack talk, when it came Ivan would be ready to smack him. The boy was tiny, more so than most people. He had a high-pitched voice and a logic and gravity defying hair curl on the side of his head. Fettuccini or something, he was a Vargas brother. Yes, this one took art with him as a freshman and sophomore. He recalled this kid being a fast runner and that he was always afraid of Ivan.

"I would have hit him."

Ivan stared at the kid. Was this the other one? No, no, this is definitely the cry baby one.

"Excuse me?"

"I would have punched him, although it probably wouldn't hurt coming from me. Oh! I would have drawn on his face!"

Who the hell is this kid?

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Yeah?"

"So then… what?"

"I'm scared of you to the point where I shake and cry and sometimes I even get sick but what Alfred said isn't something anyone should say to anyone. Did that make sense?"

"No."

"Oh, well if you want I could be your friend? You just have to promise not to hit me."

"Hit you… so you believe those rumors?"

"Actually I've seen you do it."

"Well there's no denying it now then…"

It's true what they say: Ivan does hit people. Ivan hits his friends the most. He knows he can because as his friends they'd understand. He shows his love more forcefully, it's more meaningful that way. He sits around convincing himself that he loves everyone and it's only a matter of time before they love him too. He closed his eyes for a minute, to let everything sink in. Was he really as bad as they all said he was? Suddenly he felt two skinny arms fail to wrap all the way around him. He opened his eyes.

"Wh- what are you doing?"

"Hug therapy!"

Is this lover of carbs hugging him and cheering? Ivan rubbed his eyes, trying not to cry. It was finally happening! One person has come around. Ivan started to hug the boy. He was so happy that he squeezed the boy a little tighter. He heard the boy giggle and squeezed him a little more. This time he heard a gag. Ivan smiled and squeezed a little more. This time he heard the boy choke. Yes, there was so much love the boy was turning purple. Oh, he's trying to talk. How sweet. Does he want t be hugged a little tighter? Ivan could break your bones little boy but if you insist.

"Hey!"

Ivan broke the hug and little Italy fell onto the floor gasping for air. The panzer man with eyes Arian blue marched their way.

"You had better stay away from Feli! If you hurt him again I will personally escort you to the gates of hell!"

"No need, I have Alfred taking me in doses."

Ludwig picked up his Feli and slung him over his shoulder. How rude, just when that hug was getting good. Feli caught his breath and called back to Ivan who was just losing hope again.

"Try not to be so forceful!"

"That's right Feli! No means no!"

Ludwig continued to lecture his little friend about the dangers of strangers. Not that they didn't know Ivan, he was just strange to them. Something happened then. A chill ran down Ivan spine and his stomach felt warm. He stopped breathing and his chest felt painful but he didn't mind it. What was happening? He began to breath again and his mouth twitched on the side. What is this? His mouth twitched again. Then his mouth curved upward and he began to pat his face.

"So this is what happiness feels like. Smiling genuinely kind of hurts."

Chala! Head Chala! Okay so I don't usually ship this but for some reason this kind of… felt right tonight you know? Don't ask questions just leave a comment if you want more.