Hey guys it's me again, I'm writing a RuJa (Russia x Japan) fic this time! The reason for this is because they are my OTP and I became extremely bored at 9:20 pm :D So…. Here you all go! I love you XD Oh! And HURRAH for Gakuen, eh~? XD and yeah I get the whole r instead of l thing is racist but I think that it's extremely adorable so DEAL WITH IT D

A/N: Kiku=Japan Ivan=Russia

Japan's POV

I stumbled into me and my roommate's dorm, drunk out of my mind. For once it was me instead of him. I hiccupped as I flung the door open, though I kept tight grip on the knob for fear I would fall. Russia –he's my roommate at this godforsaken school Ludwig-san enrolled me in- simply laughed, walking over and lifting me up by the armpits. Due to the recent intake of roughly 20-25 bottles of what I said was Ginjo but was actually Vodka, my vision was slightly blurred and I thought he was America. I lifted up my bottle, growling menacingly as I smashed it over his head. But again to my dismay he laughed again, setting me calmly on the queen bed we shared. I begged for a set of twins when I moved in but of course there was no way he was going to allow that, what with all his 'Everyone will become one with Mother Russia' crap. But it was what Russia wanted and we all know Russia always gets what he wants, whether we like it or not.

He moved me so I was sitting propped up on my Miku Hatsune body pillow, removing my Vodka stained kimono. Normally I would be screaming about how improper it was to be undressing in front of another man, let alone be undressed by another man, but I made no complaints. I was well aware it wasn't America now, considering if it was he would've hit me the moment I smashed the bottle on his head. Which would leave us back to the same old same old. I would do something America thought was wrong, he would hit me a few times, giving me a few new bruises, and I'd put on cover up before school the next morning.

I watched with my eyes half closed as I saw Russia frown at all the bruises that covered my abdomen, different greens, blues, purples, and yellows, all signs of what he had done to me. I was thankful when he finally stopped staring, seeing as though I was too dazed to tell him I was uncomfortable. He stood, walking over to my bureau which held all my bed shirts. I waited until he pulled out a long white one which I custom ordered so I could feel more like Ciel Phantomhive on nights like this.

I let him sit me up again, my head somewhat cleared now, though I wouldn't tell him I was sobered up enough to dress myself. I liked nights like these. I would come back drunk; he would lay me down, change my clothes, tuck me in, and slide in on his side of the bed opposed to when he normally slept on the couch. He would watch me until he thought I was asleep –which I never was- and kiss me, really quick. More like the kind of kiss you would give your little brother, but no matter how improper I liked to think of it as something more than that.

I leaned my head on his shoulder, allowing him to do up the buttons on my dress shirt. He smiled at that, laying me down and pulling our covers with Sebastian Michaelis and none other than Ciel on them, surrounded by black feathers –we were both equally nerdy about the show. I moved my Miku pillow shakily, deciding I'd rather lay on Russia's black feathery one. He ruffled my hair and I closed my eyes, waiting a few minutes as I did every night. Sure enough after the usual 15 agonizing minutes he leaved over, kissing me quick as usual. I was foolish for expecting more tonight, after all he was with my big brother.

Russia's POV

I sighed as I leaned back, crawling into the bed beside my little Kiku –though he wasn't technically mine-, putting an arm around him. I didn't do that usually, but then again he didn't usually lay this close to me. I figured it was because he was scared of me, like he was when he first moved in a few months ago. I could remember it clearly.

I was sitting calmly in my room, watching Black Butler alone, considering all of the other countries were too terrified to come and watch with me. I tensed at the sound of a knock at the door. Standing, I walked over to answer it, opening the door to reveal a rather short Japanese man with what I swore were the cutest little chocolate eyes I'd ever seen, looking up at me. He was trembling and by the look of him I knew he'd heard the rumors, and that he was the roommate Hungary had been promising me. I smiled that idiotic way I do, holding my hand out which he seemed more than reluctant to take. That didn't bother me. "Privet, I'm Russia, but you can call me Ivan if you like." He smiled shakily. "K…Konnichiwa…. M-My name is Japan… B-But you can c-carr me Kiku." He stuttered, and it was absolutely adorable. I know it sounds cliché and cheesy but I swear my heart actually melted.

For once I had a roommate who could actually stand to be in the same room as me, even though he slept as far away from me as he could. I didn't mind so much. I was happy because my other roommates couldn't stand me stumbling in drunk 'round the clock, but this kid actually took care of me, though by the looks he gave me I knew he was absolutely terrified.

I laughed slightly, thinking of how our roles had switched recently. I knew something was up when it was Kiku stumbling in drunk instead of me, covered in bruises which I always figured were from bar fights which I so recently found were from Alfred. My grip tightened on the boy in my grip, remembering how he'd so often come home crying and always coming up with excuses as to why. I swore to myself the minute I got the chance I would kill him, that is if only Kiku would let me.

I heard him whimper beside me and I noticed my grip was growing ever tighter. I loosened my hold on him and kissed his forehead in a silent apology, holding him closer as I drifted off to sleep.

Japan's POV

When I woke up I realized Ivan wasn't beside me, which worried me. I bolted out of bed, changing my dress shirt into my academy uniform. I ran downstairs, figuring he'd be with his boys on the football –the American kind- or at breakfast. I heard someone call my name and I turned to see it was Italy. Prease don't touch me prease don't touch me prease don't touch me…! Was all I could think, but sure enough he came over and hugged me. When I finally pryed him off the thought finally reoccurred to me that I was looking for Russia. "Where's Roshia-san Feri..?" I asked softly. I was relieved when he gave me an answer, the not by the answer. To piss me off after I left him Alfred had started a rumor that Russia was cheating on my brother with me. I sighed. To think people actually believed this crap. Including my brother.

"Ve~ He's in Korea and China's room! He said he wants to settle things between him and nii-san!"

I nodded a silent 'thank you' before walking back upstairs and pounding on my brother's door. "Nii-san you had better open this door right now!" All I got in reply was a quick click as Russia angrily unlocked and swung open the door. He and my brother were both very angry right now and I hid behind Ivan, not wanting to be in the middle of it all. I felt him grow less tense as a pressed my face into his back, waiting for them to be done fighting so me and Russia could pick up breakfast so I could translate Black Butler II for him while we ate as we usually did in the mornings.

China however, didn't like this at all. "Oh sure Ivan you go right ahead and tell me you aren't cheating while you go and get comfortable in bed with my little brother?" He snapped. Russia opened his mouth to argue but China silenced him. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing Ivan! Just… Get out… and take your boyfriend with you…" He murmured, nodding towards me. This time it was my turn to protest. "N-Nii-san I'm not his b—" Sure enough he stopped me.

"Both of you. Just get out. Now." I tensed when Russia grabbed my hand, wrapping his free arm around my waist and whispering in my ear. "Let's just go… There's no point in staying anymore. He's made up his mind." He whispered, leading me out. We went and grabbed breakfast as usual, though for once Russia actually seemed more relaxed. He held me on his lap as I translated sentences and jokes for him, a lot was totally fake. I'd slip in a couple 'I love you Sebastian's' and 'Let's make babies Ciel' just to satisfy our surprisingly fangirl based minds. I leaned back against his chest, my head tucked in between his neck and shoulder. I hadn't really slept all that much last night so I was beginning to get tired. I didn't let that bother me and I stood, telling Russia I'd be back in a few minutes, that I was going to restock on tea and Ginjo but I was really going to see America. If Russia could settle things with China –even if it was with a fight- that I could settle things with America.

I used the spare key to America and England's room I still had, trembling when I saw Alfred glare at me. It was then I knew he was going to hurt me like he always did, whether I begged him to stop or not. England was obviously not here and he stood, dragging me wrist and jerking it towards him. I cried out as I listened to the snap. It was always so easy for him to break me, physically and emotionally. He smirked, holding me close to him, his hand pressed to my back. I whimpered at the feel of his nails digging into the small of my back. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, biting until it bled, causing me to whine and wince slightly. "So~ How's your little boyfriend~?" He asked, deep and menacing. I knew no matter what I did now, even if I did call for Russia, that he was going to hurt me. Worse than he had any other time. We both knew he was capable of killing me, and who knows if that was what he was trying to do now?