Ivan sat in a chair, trying to accept the fact that he was bored. It was usually not so hard to remedy such a fact. And yet, no one to bother? Or be bothered by? To his relief, his younger sister was hanging out with their older sister, so no family to deal with. As for the Baltics, they…were out doing their own things, apparently. Shaky hand-writing was scratched on a post-it note.
"Eduard and I are out, and Toris is with Feliks.
-Raivis"
Ivan smirked, imagining the scene in his head. He figured the Estonian got the Latvian to write the note despite protests, and the nervous little blond must've been shaking in terror while trying to "escape with Eduard."
Ivan sighed. He thought of Matthew, wondered if the Canadian was available?
"No," he remembered, "He too, is hanging out with his sibling…" As Ivan would rather not think about that, quickly went to think of who could entertain him.
The Russian stood up and looked around before pacing. He could bother Arthur? No, he wasn't sure if he was in the mood to travel to Western Europe. He wanted to bother someone closer by, China? Hmm…it was possible, and yet, terrorizing Yao was Ivan's highlight of yesterday. Giving Yao a day to recover, Ivan decided to rule out Asia all together, not even considering going to see Kiku.
The tall blond taps his chin furiously, getting rather frustrated. And then suddenly, it hits him. He glances at the window, the frost hugging the outside. White snow. Fluffy white snow. Ivan's lips curl into a smirk, he recalls a certain someone with fluffy white hair.
"I wonder where Gilbert is?"
It wasn't long until Ivan found himself outside the house of Roderich Edelstein. Or was it a mansion? So clean,polished,elegant…big and fancy…
Ivan paid no attention to its detail, and managed to infiltrate the mansion, through a window he crawled, and around each room he snuck around.
Any random servants, were no use hiding from. Ivan gave them a look and continue his "mission." Operation Play-With-Gilbert, if you will. What fun would Operation PWG be if he didn't sneak up on him? As aforementioned, it wasn't the servants he was avoiding. It was the frying pan Ivan found his face almost colliding with.
"I know who you're here for, but just because I don't like Gilbert doesn't mean I can have people coming in here and destroying the delicious homosexualness!" Elizaveta pointed behind her, the door to the piano room. Where, supposedly, Gilbert was bothering Roderich, who was trying to practice piano.
Ivan smirked at the Hungarian and stood up ,smiling down at her. "That is interesting, I was not informed of this." "Yeah well it's not official, but I'm not having you ruin the moment they are so going to have!"
Elizaveta furiously swung her frying pan at the Russian. "Ah, just what do you think you can accomplish by having your pan dance?" "You separated Roddy and I once! I will not let you spoil his happiness again!" "Hm. Well then, I sup-"
It wasn't even 5 seconds for Ivan to feel pain all throughout his head. It took a good 30,however, to realize he just got hit in the face with a frying pan. "I…." Ivan groaned, a sudden headache throbbing. He wondered why he didn't pass out? Or was that just the power of Russia?
He couldn't concentrate, he stumbled back and fell down, hand clutching his face. "Go.." Ivan groaned again, and wordlessly stood up and stumbled back to the door.
If he wasn't in pain, the anger of his failed Operation would have exploded. He almost tripped yet found his balance against a wall.
Ivan wrinkled his nose, right next to him was a trashcan that needed to be emptied. Who knows what was in their? Ice cream? Pancakes? Strudel?
The blond's lips formed a smirk again. "What is this?" A paper in the wastebasket caught his eye.
"Dear Roderich,"
In Gilbert's handwriting? Ivan fished it out, and right underneath it was another paper, only in the Austrian's handwriting.
"Dear Gilbert,"
Just what are these letters?
A trequel? Woooooah.
I'm so excited and when I noticed just how lengthy it was gonna get I decided to make this multi-chapter. Well, I think it'll only be two chapters but *shrugs*
Well, I'd like to thank TheEvilMuffinToaster for suggesting the whole idea.
In case you're wondering about certain things like Elizaveta accusing Ivan of separating her and Roderich, I am learning about the Cold War in History right now, and well unfortunately Austria and Hungary were on different sides of the Iron Curtain. That and Ivan's lack of wanting to deal with America, is basically the Cold War itself. Something like that...
However:
The story is not set in Cold War Era.
P.S. I know I say this every fic, but requests are open unless stated otherwise.