Chapter 1: Familiar Face
Hello there wonderful readers~ This is my first fanfic so be nice to it. After a while of finding motivation, I was finally able to finish this chapter & I'm already starting on chapter 2 so hopefully it'll be uploaded pretty soon.
Quick Sum of the Story: Ivan & Alfred have met before as children. Only one remembers that time of happiness. Now after years apart, Ivan is determined for Alfred to remember him & how much he means to him, though at a cost. In attempt to make him remember, Ivan asks Alfred to come back with him to Russia in hopes of making him remember. That was before Ivan had even thought of the plane having problems & ultimately crashing with him & Alfred the only survivors. Now stranded in Russia during winter & miles away from civilization, they both realize how grave the situation is.
Enjoy!
It was already noon by the time Ivan stepped off the plane to the state of New York in America. He felt the cold wind slap his face as soon as he came outside; it was after all in the middle of winter in America. Ivan just brushed it off & looked around the loud & crowded airport for a certain Lithuanian face.
The 25 year Old Russian man towered what he could swear was everyone in the airport so everyone would think that with his height, it would be easy to spot someone.
Well it wasn't.
Ivan looked around for a 5th time but he didn't spot his old friend Toris anywhere. There wasn't even a sign waving around with the name 'Ivan' written on it anywhere.
"He must be late." Ivan thought.
After another minute, Ivan decided it was too loud in the airport so he went outside & sat on the nearest bench to wait. Another gust of wind blew Ivan's platinum blonde bangs in his violet eyes. The Russian was already familiar with the harshness of winter & how worse it was in Russia than New York but never the less, Ivan pulled his long white scarf closer to his pale face.
"Now to sit, & wait." Ivan thought.
After what felt like forever, Ivan spotted a silver car pull up a few yards from Ivan. He stood as it stopped. Ivan knew it was Toris's car but Toris wasn't the one who pulled up. Instead, a smaller -& almost feminine- looking figure with shoulder length blonde hair popped out.
"Feliks." Ivan said under his breath.
He remembered Toris mentioning he'd also be in America.
"Ivan! Its like, been a while!" Feliks said with his Polish accent as he happily came up to the larger Russian man.
Ivan already wanted Toris to be there to drive him to his hotel. It wasn't that Ivan didn't particularly have a problem to settle with Feliks, it was just that he was generally annoying, but Ivan didn't really think of it as long as he got to his hotel.
"Oh привет Feliks, it is good to see you as well." Ivan said to Feliks with his usual sweet smile.
"I have to ask, where is Toris?" Ivan asked him. Feliks's smile faded a bit.
"Toris like, didn't feel too well this morning so he like, asked me to drive you to your hotel. He'll totally be fine though & he said he'd like, come & talk to you later about like, the business & stuff." Feliks answered.
Ivan nodded & smiled as he took his bags & started packing them in Feliks's borrowed car. He heard Feliks whine a bit loudly.
"It's like, freezing out here!" he complained as he rubbed his arms that were already protected by a thick coat. Ivan couldn't really feel the cold due to his long, thick, beige colored trench coat that he was usually wearing a lot of the time. He ignored Feliks's whines & miserable moans from the cold. Once he packed, he got in the passenger seat of the car while Feliks jogged his way over to the driver's side. Feliks started the car & left the airport seconds later.
Feliks tried to start up a conversation with Ivan by asking about Ivan's sisters in which Ivan only replied,
"They're fine. They check up sometimes." & then going silent.
Feliks made a light humming sound to Ivan's answer. Ivan didn't attempt to start another conversation with Feliks once the smaller Polish man again tried to himself. After about 5 minutes of Feliks's annoying attempts, Ivan slowly turned his head to him & smiled his usual sweet & childish grin that scared many people a lot of the time.
"Feliks, if you could, please be quiet. I had a long plane ride & I'm tired so please just drive to the hotel & don't talk." He asked politely enough to make Feliks flinch a bit & nod. Ivan returned his gaze out the window, reflecting his plane ride, & the dream he had during the plane ride once he fell asleep.
Ivan was quietly walking through the snow covered forest for peace & quiet. He remembered his younger sister Natalya clinging to him before he went to the market to get tonight's dinner, & how she reacted rather violently to him leaving. Big sister Katyusha managed to pry her off so he could leave. She just didn't anticipate him coming back with nothing & instead of being mad she just started bawling her eyes out as quietly as she could as to not wake the sleeping Natalya. Once the young Ivan saw Big sister crying, he made sure to hide the already appearing bruise on his wrist.
After minutes of crying & Ivan feeling guilty, he told Big sister that he would go for a short walk & that he would be back before Natalya woke from her nap. Big sister wiped her eyes & nodded at her little brother.
Now Ivan was here, sitting on a tree stump, holding his raggedy clothes ever tighter in the cold & feeling bad for making Big sister cry. He just hoped the bully boys from school who had stolen & threw away his groceries, wouldn't come back to push the boy further into his own little depression. Ivan felt he could cry.
"No! You're a big boy now, & big boys don't cry!" the 10 year old boy thought furiously. He shook the feeling off & just stared at the grey sky & the blinding white of the snow at his feet in complete & utter silence.
It was peaceful.
Then there was the snap of a twig in the distance. "You should have seen how she cried!" a loud & cruel voice laughed.
Ivan knew very well it was a memory than a dream. There were other ones that corresponded with the one he had on the plane after that loud & cruel laugh from another boy. After having them about 3 times already, Ivan concluded it was a memory since he started to remember just fragments of the whole thing piece by piece that would show themselves in his sleep.
The thing that made Ivan wonder was why he was having them so recently. Ivan thought he would know soon if not later. There was however one piece, of that memory that made Ivan quirk a smile almost every time he thought of it:
a loud but cheerful laugh, a beautiful head of wheat blonde hair, & large ocean blue eyes that looked at him with care. Even though he had forgotten many of that certain memory that kept reappearing in his dreams, he would never allow himself to forget that boy that showed Ivan so much friendship & love while others just replied to him with fear.
Ivan didn't notice the corner of his lips start to rise to a real smile that overlooked the all too fake one Ivan possessed. He just gazed out the window, lost in his thoughts that were suddenly on the boy Ivan remembered.
"Alfred. That was…no…IS his name." Ivan thought.
Ivan snapped out of his thoughts to the sound of Feliks nearly shouting his name. He turned his head to the Polish man.
"We're like, here." He said. Ivan opened his door & looked up at a large but otherwise inviting Comfort Inn. Ivan looked down at his watch.
"1:30? It seemed like minutes." Ivan mumbled.
"What?" Feliks yelled back at him while getting Ivan's luggage out of the trunk. Ivan turned back to Feliks.
"Nothing, Feliks." He smiled.
Ivan & Feliks entered the building & Ivan spotted a familiar head of shoulder length brunette hair. Apparently Feliks did as well.
"Toris~!" sung the smaller man next to Ivan before he ran towards the timid Lithuanian man. Once Feliks established his loud & happy hellos, Toris & Feliks came up to Ivan with Toris fidgeting a bit. Ivan smiled down at Toris & patted his shoulder.
"привет Toris." Ivan said with his usual sweet but creepy smile.
Toris shivered a bit at the sight of Ivan's smile but regained himself.
"Good day, Ivan. How was y-your flight?" he asked as bravely as he could. Ivan looked closer at Toris. Feliks wasn't lying when he said he wasn't feeling well. Ivan saw his face was paler than it usually is & his voice seemed a bit hoarse.
"It was tiring Toris, but thank you for the concern." He answered. Toris nodded quickly & lightly grabbed his stomach.
He groaned a bit. "I am s-sorry Ivan but…I must go lay down for a while. I-I am ill you see." He said with a groan. Feliks was immediately at his side.
"Your room is like, room 207. Here's your key." Feliks handed Ivan a key with a tag on the end at had the numbers '207' on it.
He smiled.
"Thank you Felix. Get well soon Toris so we can talk about why I'm here." Ivan told them. Toris flinched & looked up at him.
"T-Thank you Ivan, I'll try." He answered. Feliks & Toris were then in the elevator & back to their own rooms & leaving Ivan in the lobby.
He inspected the Comfort Inn's interior. It was more comforting than the outside of the building. He rested on one the white lounge chairs in the lobby for a minute to take a breather. With the long plane ride & the constant dreams, Ivan was exhausted.
He worked in Kirkland/Bonnefoy International Imports where people & artists such as himself all across the world would create or build anything & auction it to people via the internet or at an actual auction.
Ivan found he had a talent for painting & in need for money, sold them. This caught the attention of Francis Bonnefoy, the founder of the company that was born & raised in France that was in Russia specifically for looking for other artists for his company when he spotted Ivan trying to sell some of his work on the street in the middle of a snow day. Ivan had some bad luck finding buyers that day before Francis came up & offered to buy his entire stock for a business proposal in which Ivan almost immediately took up. Once they both talked it out over a small lunch, Ivan shook Francis's hand in agreement to the job & in return, Francis took Ivan's stock & paid him an amount of money Ivan thought he would never look upon in his life.
Ivan remembered how ecstatic his sisters were when they saw the amount he was paid & of his recent job acceptance.
That was almost 10 years ago.
True Ivan's financial issues decreased, but he overall, wasn't happy. He wasn't depressed, he just thought more good would come from accepting a great job with great pay but he instead would reflect more fluently on the old saying 'Money can't buy happiness.' Because of the events that took place afterwards;
his older sister Katyusha moved back to her birthplace Ukraine 3 years after he got his job with minimal communication to him,
his old friends Toris & Eduard along with their younger brother Ravis went their separate ways 2 years back after an entire childhood of the 3,
& Natalya having to be admitted to an institution for a year for her apparent hostile intentions towards other people for no real reason & for the ongoing obsession of wanting to marry Ivan.
Not to mention Ivan's terrible social income with other people & how they seem to be afraid of him. He would think a lot of why no one would even attempt to talk to Ivan unless they're forced too. True Ivan's height was taller than an average man's height & how Ivan resembled a large man hiding weapons what with him wearing his trench coat most of the time, & his unusual facial features: his silvery platinum-blonde hair, his large nose, his pale ghostly white skin, & most of all, his amethyst eyes. Some children that had noticed him before have called him a ghost before their mothers or fathers told them to be quiet before they moved away.
Ivan sighed & stood back up & grabbed his suitcase for the short walk to the elevator. Room key & suitcase in hand, Ivan walked towards the elevator all the while acquiring looks from some other people staying there. He noticed & ignored them as he slipped in the elevator & pushed the button to the second floor. He made his way to his room & shut the door & sighed.
He rubbed his face with his gloved hand & sat on the edge of his bed with another sigh.
He saw how Toris was acting once he talked to him & even though he wouldn't allow it to show, he felt his heart sink a bit. It usually hurt when people would act afraid because of his image. He was just glad that people haven't locked him away so as to make sure they don't have to look upon him & that his business associates at least didn't act very afraid of Ivan whenever they had to talk to him. He felt sometimes that he had an aura about him that didn't go well with anyone anytime he attempted to talk to them.
He then thought back on earlier when Feliks had attempted conversation from him.
True that was something, but Feliks was Feliks & Ivan knew Feliks was nice but in another more feminine way that simply made Ivan wonder if the man was a man & that the 2 would just be stuck as acquaintances than friends due to that & the fact that Feliks would never really hang out with Ivan unless he was forced too.
Ivan sat on the bed for a minute before glancing at the large window on the other side of his room. He stood & went over to it to see the mass of life outside even in the cold.
He thought about home & how there would most likely be a blizzard bad enough to trap people in their homes.
"At least I can see life outside this window." He thought remembering how his own home in Russia was just outside of the nearest town where only snow could greet you instead of other homes.
As he continued to watch everything outside, he became more saddened about life in particular & how it was treating him. He regained himself & shook his head.
"Maybe I should check out the city for a while. Just to clear my head." He thought aloud. He was soon out the door & out the hotel. He knew if he got lost, he could just call Toris to come & find him.
Once he exited the hotel, he started walking towards a small café he spotted after his arrival that was near the hotel. He started walking towards it when he heard his name being called.
"Ivan! Hey Ivan!" he turned around & Feliks was jogging (or running) towards Ivan. "Hey Ivan, like, can you & Toris do this thing tomorrow? He's awful sick & just threw up & like, can't really do much." He told Ivan.
He sighed a bit & nodded, giving off his trademark smile.
"Da. If he is ill, then I will be patient. Just make sure he is getting better." He told Feliks. Feliks nodded & rushed back to the hotel. Ivan resumed his walk towards the café. Once he came in, everyone shot glances at him before returning to their lunches & coffees. Ivan thought he could do the same.
Once he came to the counter, he simply ordered a coffee & went to his table to wait. He laid his chin on his palm & stared out the window at all the passerby's. Nothing was particularly interesting about the many people walking by, but there was one that immediately caught his eye: a man probably around the same age as Ivan talking loudly & happily with another man that looked shyer & spoke more quietly to the other.
Ivan couldn't see the loud man's face but there was something about him that made Ivan start to think he knew the man for some reason. He was staring at the 2 men until a woman's voice snapped him out of his daze.
"Sir, your coffee?" she spoke while holding a steaming cup of the warm liquid. Ivan nodded & took the coffee.
He turned his gaze back to the window only to see that the 2 men were already gone. It disappointed him really until he heard the café door bell ring when the door was open & the sound of a loud & boisterous but otherwise happy laughter. He snapped his head to the door & saw the same 2 men from outside enter the café. The quiet one of the two was smiling albeit slightly at the other's laughter.
"Oh my God Mattie, that's hilarious!" the louder one laughed at the other apparently named Mattie. Mattie just nodded & spoke to him in a quieter voice.
"Yes Al, I get that, but can you please keep your voice down now?" Ivan just barely heard him with all the other people talking in the café. "Ok whatever you say Mattie." The other said happily.
"But that's only 'cause your buyin' me some pancakes!" he exclaimed quietly & making the other one sigh.
"You're so impatient." Mattie said to him. The other just laughed at him & turned his head Ivan's way. What Ivan was then looking at, mesmerized him.
The man had a handsome face like no other Ivan had ever seen; his slightly tanned skin looked soft to touch alongside with his wheat blonde hair. His large smile was genuine one that made itself known with pearly white teeth, all the while it stay plastered on a strong & slightly triangular chin & ovular shaped face. The thing that stood out most was his eyes. Ivan found himself unable to break his own gaze away from the man's large & shining sky blue eyes that brimmed with happiness & confidence. They were the most beautiful shade of blue Ivan had ever had the privilege of looking at. The man Ivan could only call beautiful then looked straight at him. Ivan quickly broke his gaze away from him. After a moment, Ivan looked back up at the man who was back to talking with Mattie. Ivan spotted a familiar painting on the wall next to Mattie that was almost completely filled with sunflowers.
He recognized it as one of his own paintings. He always loved sunflowers almost as much as he loved his sisters, though with the little contact he's had from them for so long, he grew to love sunflowers just a bit more. He contently sighed & turned back to his coffee, the image of the man's eyes in his mind. Ivan suddenly seemed sure he had seen a pair of those eyes before. They felt too familiar & it made Ivan ask himself why.
"Hey bro, can we sit here?" the loud voice snapped Ivan out of his thoughtful silence & made him look up at the source of the voice. His eyes locked again with a pair of sky blue ones.
"Что?" he asked. The man looked at him with confusion.
"What? I asked if we could sit here." He repeated with an ever so large smile. Ivan looked at the pair & understood.
"Oh, of coarse. My apologies, I was lost for a moment." Ivan told him. He grinned & sat down along with Mattie, though Mattie was quieter about it.
"Thanks man! & that's fine, I get lost in my own thoughts a lot too." He replied with a grin. Mattie just sighed & Ivan was silent.
"Well, thank you for letting us sit here. The other tables seemed full & Al saw you sitting by yourself." The quieter of the 2 spoke. Ivan nodded again.
"Ваше добро пожаловать." Ivan said in his native tongue that made the 2 men sitting with him look at him funny.
"I'm sorry, but we don't understand Russian." Mattie told Ivan who nodded in understanding.
"Да. I get told that a lot. But I must say you are the first to know what my native language is. Most people just ask what I'm saying." Ivan said with a smile.
"My name is Ivan, by the way, Ivan Braginski" Ivan told the 2 men & holding a hand out.
"Matthew Williams." The quieter shook Ivan's hand which Ivan shook back. "This is-" "The name's Alfred! Alfred F Jones!" the one named Alfred spoke with pride.
"My brother Alfred." Matthew finished with a sigh. Ivan & Alfred shook hands. Once Ivan made contact with Alfred's skin, he felt something click instantly & found himself seeing flashes of 3 or 4 children laughing at him & someone with him & Ivan fighting, hearing noise of laughter, cries, & yells & his name being called, & finally, looking upon a small tanned & smiling face with wheat blonde hair & sky blue eyes looking at Ivan & muttering something incoherent.
Reality hit Ivan in the face & he jumped back into his chair. He held the table to keep himself from falling. Once Ivan steadied himself, he looked into the confused faces of Matthew & Alfred.
"Hey man, you okay?" Alfred asked. Ivan looked at him & Matthew & he sighed & nodded.
"Да. It is just…" he thought of ways to lie. He couldn't just tell the 2 of his flashback & try to go back into a conversation; they'd think he was crazy.
"I came into this country not too long ago & the plane ride must be getting to me, Да." He chuckled nervously & looked at them both. Both brothers kept confusion on their faces but Alfred just shrugged & sat back down. Matthew just kept quiet.
"Well, I get jet lag dude, but you must be tired." Alfred said. Ivan suddenly nodded & took a drink of his coffee.
"I think I will sleep later. For now I'd like to know this city before I do what I'm told." He declared. Alfred beamed & looked like he'd forgotten what just occurred.
"Awesome! We'll totally show you around if 'ya want!" Alfred offered with enthusiasm that hit Ivan so suddenly that he felt his body push back a bit in his chair. Matthew sensed this & intervened before Alfred made a fool of himself.
"That is if you want too, we're not gonna force you." Matthew said with a chuckle. Ivan chuckled as well & looked into Alfred's eyes & nodded.
"Да. That would be nice of you both." He answered. Alfred beamed.
"Cool man! You'll love it here! One of the best cities in the world here!" he exclaimed happily. A waitress then walked over with to plates of food in her hand & set them down on the table. Matthew thanked her along with Alfred. Alfred however was the first to dig into the large plate of pancakes that was set in front of him while Matthew just looked at him incredulously before going to his own plate of pancakes in a more refined manner. Ivan just eyed the two as they ate & took another drink of his coffee.
This gave Ivan the chance to compare Alfred & Matthew. They did look similar with few differences that Ivan could see from Matthew besides his obviously quiet nature; his hair with a more golden color & it was wavy & just a bit longer than Alfred's short & straight hair & Matthew's eyes were more of a darker violet-blue mix in color along with somewhat paler skin. Other than that, Ivan could say that the 2 were twins. He made it a thought to ask later. Alfred perked his head up to talk despite the fact his mouth was full.
"Sho Ivan, what brings you here in the shitty o' New York?" (So what brings you to the city of New York?) Alfred said with a mouth full of food. Ivan just got that & set his coffee down.
"Al, chew your food!" Matthew scolded Alfred in a quiet voice. Alfred just rolled his eyes & swallowed his food.
"Well, it is a business trip. I am an artist you see." He answered. Alfred's eyes widened considerably.
"Woah! Really? That's awesome! Are you like, a famous artist or something?" Alfred asked enthusiastically. Again, Ivan was taken back by the question but this time just smiled & looked at him.
"Well, I don't think so seeing as how no one is asking for an autograph. Нет, I am all but famous, I'm just a simple artist making his pay & with that, doing my job. For example, I am here to introduce my paintings to anyone interested in buying them." He explained with another drink of his coffee.
Alfred made a loud 'Ahh' noise where Matthew just nodded.
"What kind of paintings do you do?" Matthew asked.
"I paint mainly nature sceneries like hills or fields of sunflowers. A lot of therapists & doctors order them to soothe their patients, so I have noticed." He answered. Matthew gave a short nod.
"I'm a therapist in Vancouver, Canada & I see a lot of those types of paintings in & around the building. Maybe I've seen one of your paintings there at some point." He said with a slight smile.
"Well, if your building insists on using sunflower paintings for it's appearance, then your probably have once or twice." He said. Matthew thought for a moment & shrugged.
"I focus more on my work than anything else. The only reason I'm here is because Alfred kept bugging me to come." He said.
Alfred, with his food stuffing his cheeks, looked behind Ivan after he mentioned he painted sunflowers & spotted the medium sized painting on the wall behind the group.
"Hey Ivan, did chu make that paintching over 'here?" (Hey Ivan, did you make that painting over there?) Matthew shot a look at Alfred.
"Alfred, chew your food!" Matthew exclaimed in his small voice. Alfred swallowed his pancakes & looked at the painting of sunflowers.
"Did you paint that one over there?" he asked in a clearer voice to Ivan. Said man looked back at the painting & then back at Alfred. He nodded. Alfred looked back at the painting & then back at Ivan with a large & beaming grin.
"Dude, that painting is like…wow! You must be really good!" Alfred exclaimed loud enough to earn a few looks from the other customers.
Ivan felt a warmness dust his cheeks at that comment, if not slightly. He couldn't really remember someone actually complimenting his work directly to him. He didn't say anything he just took a drink of his half empty & cooling coffee. Alfred just returned to stuffing his face with the plate of pancakes in front of him, finishing the plate in just another uninterrupted minute. Matthew was just about done as well, but again at a more refined pace. He glanced at his brother. "Alfred, wipe your face. Your still have crumbs on the corners of your mouth." He told him. Alfred looked for the closest napkin he could. He saw a creamy, white, cotton like thing on Ivan's side of the table. He reached out & took it & in the meantime, pulling the rest of it as well.
Ivan meanwhile felt his scarf get pulled, him along with it. He went forward once his scarf was tugged with force, standing up instinctively to avoid falling on his face. The pulling stopped abruptly once he stood. His violet eyes trailed his scarf to the end that was pulled & saw a gloved hand clutching it. He then followed the arm it belonged too & his eyes landed on the wide ones of Alfred. Alfred let go of his scarf quickly & sat back down.
"Oh man, sorry dude, I thought that was a napkin dude, I'm SO sorry." Alfred said with severe sincerity.
Ivan wondered for a moment before he looked down to spot a creamy brown liquid starting to spread on the table.. Sighing slightly & mourning the rest of his warm coffee for a moment, he looked up to the still slightly wide eyes of Alfred. He smiled.
"Nothing to worry about, let's just clean this up & we can leave, da?" he said.
Alfred blinked & nodded before standing up. Alfred was about to go for the napkins to clean up the spilt liquid but he spotted the empty seat next to him. He panicked ever so slightly at the quick absence of his brother but looked over to the counter & saw him asking the woman at the counter for napkins.
'Damn he's fast. Its like he just disappears whenever he pleases.' Alfred thought.
He looked back to Ivan who discarded the empty coffee cup next to their table. Alfred sat back down with a sigh.
"Again, I'm sorry man. I'm a clumsy bastard sometimes." He said with a nervous chuckle. Surprisingly enough, Ivan also chuckled.
"It was an accident, nothing more." Ivan told Alfred.
Alfred smiled a bit. Both took a minute however to realize that Matthew had returned with a handful of napkins in his hand until said man cleared his throat & Alfred looked up at him.
"Oh there you are Matthew!" Alfred said before taking a couple of napkins & wiping up the mess on the table. Matthew sighed & put a tip on the table before the trio took their leave from the warm café to the cold winter air outside. Alfred pulled his dark coat tighter to his body for warmth once he stepped out, shivering ever so slightly in the process.
"Damn it to hell! Its cold!" he exclaimed as soon the cold air nipped at his exposed face.
Matthew couldn't help but agree with his loud brother as he pulled his own coat closer to his body. Ivan shrugged it off since he was used to the feeling. Alfred turned to him to say something but found himself gaping for a moment at Ivan's height. Ivan noticed.
"Is something wrong Alfred?" he asked.
Alfred shook his head clear & grinned.
"Nope, just kinda found myself observing how tall you are. You seemed shorter when you were sitting down!" he exclaimed.
Ivan raised a brow at the apparent bluntness that radiated off the American. He just smiled down at him though. Matthew looked at the 2 & cleared his throat. Alfred snapped his head towards his brother & let out a breath of relief.
"Sorry Mattie, you scared me. I thought you were a ghost for a second & I would have, you know, freaked out. But hey, I thought you were behind us." Alfred said.
Matthew sighed.
"I've been ahead the entire time Alfred." Matthew reminded. Alfred just looked at him funny.
"I swear dude, you have like superpowers that make you invisible when you want." Alfred said. Matthew frowned a bit.
"Sometimes I think as well." He said. Alfred turned to Ivan who was waiting for the 2, & Alfred again showed a toothy grin to the said man.
"So, ready to see the city with us Big Guy?" he asked. Realization clicked in Ivan's head when he realized that he'd finally be spending time with Alfred again after being apart from him for so long. The thought itself made Ivan excited. He smiled again & nodded.
"I would enjoy it, Alfred." He answered. Alfred beamed.
"Awesome! You're gonna love it Ivan, this is one of the greatest cities in the world!"
He exclaimed excitedly before taking lead & explaining at a fast pace what the 3 would visit.
It fell on deaf ears however to Ivan. He just watched the happy & bouncy American plan out their day with his quiet brother beside him. Another genuine smile crossed the Russian's face without the said man realizing it.
"I have finally found you after so long, Alfred. So long." He thought while walking behind the bouncy & bubbly blonde that showed his face in his dreams.
& its finished! Reviews are wonderful to me & I will read them. Chapter 2 is being written at the moment so if you find an interest in this so far, the next chapter will come in due time. Hopefully soon. In the next chapter, Ivan explores The Big Apple with Alfred & Matthew & prepares for his art auction.
Translations:
Привет: Hello.
Да: Yes.
Что?: What?
Ваше добро пожаловать: Your welcome.