Alfred dragged his feet as he walked up to Ivan's house, not excited about having to go to Ivan's house, at all. He rang the doorbell and was greeted by a childish smile, that he knew all too well. "Oh, privyet Amerika~" Ivan said, grinning a bit. "...Kill me now…" Alfred whispered under his breath, making sure Ivan didn't hear such. Ivan dragged Alfred in and closed the door unexpectedly quickly, making Alfred's skin crawl. "Upstairs there is a dress waiting for you~ Put it on and then come see me~" Russia ordered, chuckling darkly.

Alfred grumbled as he went upstairs and into the main bedroom. He nearly had a heart attack when he saw what was on the bed; a French Maid dress, that even came with lacy panties. He went over to it and picked it up, sighing. He unfolded the dress and pressed it up against him, alarmed that it might actually fit him. He stripped down to his boxers and put the dress on. It fit perfectly. Then he looked down at the panties and stockings in disgust. He knew he couldn't go down there in his boxers though. Ivan would punish him even if he was in a good mood. He quickly put them on after taking off his boxers and sluggishly went downstairs.

"That took a while, da~?" Ivan said, smiling. Alfred groaned, hating how much Ivan loved this. "Today, you're going to be working with Raivis, Amerika~ And make sure to get it done~" Ivan said, going up to his study. Alfred looked around for Raivis and he found him in the laundry room. "'Sup little bro?" Alfred asked, faking a smile. Raivis jumped a bit and turned around, startled by the sound of his voice. "W-what are you doing h-here?..." Raivis questioned. "The asshole wants me to help you with your chores." Alfred complained. "O-oh...W-well, I'm just finishing up w-with the laundry...Maybe y-you can do the f-floors…" Raivis replied. "Fine." Alfred agreed.

Alfred grabbed a bucket and filled it with water and then got a rag. He put a bit of soap in the bucket and went back upstairs to clean the floors. He took the rag out of the bucket and twisted before getting down on his hands and knees. It went on like this for hours before he felt as if someone was watching him. "You're doing a great job with the floor, Amerika~" Ivan praised, chuckling. Alfred jumped, and quickly tried to cover his bottom, blushing madly. "Ivan, what the fuck, man?!" Alfred yelled, not too happy about being spied on. "Don't yell at me, or you will get the pipe, da?" Ivan growled. Alfred went back to worked but this time made sure he sit in a innocent manner.

Ivan, however, didn't like such. He liked looking at his toned ass but he'd never admit it. Not out loud anyway. "Amerika, after you clean the floors, come up to my study~" Ivan ordered. "How about you go fuck yourself?" Alfred mumbled under his breath, making sure Ivan didn't here that. Only except he did, and he wasn't exactly too happy about it. "What did you say Amerika?" Ivan growled, his signature smile gone. Alfred's skin crawled. He had been caught and he knew that Ivan wasn't going to take it easy on him, at all. "N-nothing." Alfred stuttered, mentally slapping himself afterwards for not keeping his cool. "It didn't sound like nothing, da? And you're going to tell me. Or your punishment will be worse." Ivan demanded.

Alfred stood himself up and looked up at him, giving a glare. "I said...That you can go fucked yourself." Alfred muttered that last part and he had no idea why. Usually when he insult Ivan he would make sure he heard it. Maybe it was because he knew there was no avoiding this. He had to stay with Russia, after all a dare's a dare. And oh, how he hated it.

~~Flashback~~

All of the nations sat down in a circle, most agreed to playing Truth or Dare but others, weren't too happy about this, at all. Alfred, who started the game up as usual, was happy as could be. "Alright, Francis, truth or dare bro~!" Alfred laughed, after all, this was his favorite party game. Except for Spin The Bottle of course. Naturally, Alfred would always picked dare but little did he know that that wasn't the best choice of that night.

"Alfred, truth or dare~?" Matthew asked, smirking just a bit.

"Dare, bro~" Alfred answered, ready to complete the fuck out of this dare.

"I dare you to be Russia's maid for a week, eh~" Matthew stated.

"What?! NO WAY!" Alfred complained.

"You have to~ It's a dare, eh~" Matthew reminded him.

"But dude that dare sucks balls..." Alfred groaned.

"Or, you have to read 50 Shades of Grey~" Matthew said.

"Fiiiiine...I'll do it..." Alfred agreed.

~~End of Flashback~~

"Amerika, tell me...Now..." Ivan spat out, a midnight purple aura appearing around him. "I told you that you can go fuck yourself." Alfred replied, giving a glare right back at him. "That's what I thought you said..." Ivan growled and took out his pipe. Alfred flinched at the sight of such but stood his ground, he wouldn't want to go down that easily. Not to him, at least, but then again, he was wearing a dress and as far as he knew, Ivan had a thing for him in it. Ivan didn't do anything however, with his pipe anyway, but instead did something that caught Al off guard. "Amerika, if you wanna act like a child, then I guess I should treat you like one, da~?" Alfred was confused when he said that and had no idea what he was gonna do. At least not yet anyway.

Ivan sat down on the couch and had black magic place him on his knee. "Dude, what the hell are you doing?!" Alfred shouted, squirming a bit. Alfred jolted up a bit once he felt a firm hand come down on his ass. "Hey, cut it o-OW." Alfred cried out, as Ivan continued to paddle his backside. He was sobbing by the time Ivan finished, after all he wasn't used to this, maybe back then, but definitely not now. Ivan stood him up as he got up and off the couch. "You're lucky this time, I wasn't even trying~" Ivan smiled. Alfred just stood there silently, wiping away his tears. "Now, I have to go talk to my boss, so be good~" Ivan said, patting his head before heading out the door, leaving Alfred to be alone with the Baltics.