ughhhh...do not leave things to the last possible minute...i did...anyways, here ya'll go, remember Matthew, Alfared and Ivan are all young, Matt and Al are 5 and Ivan is 6 here. (yes Ivan is a year older) And normally the italics would be something like thoughts, but here, they are what the characters are saying in Russian, im too lazy to translate everything. IF theres any Russian speakers and you see an error, please let me know and i will fix it, im using Google translate.

~Enjoy~

Ivan walked through the front door holding onto his suitcase and shoulder bag on his shoulder. He couldn't believe that someone adopted him. A Russian boy who didn't speak an inch of English, however he rarely spoke. But know he would learn and hopefully have a family that loved him instead of abandoning him.

"Ivan?" the women called out to him, Ivan knew his name in English, so he turned and looked at the mistress of the house.

"Follow me." she said and motioned with her hands for him to follow. She turned on her heels and walked up the large curved staircase and down the hallway. Ivan made sure to follow diligently as she led him to a closed-door.

She looked back at him and opened it, "this" she pointed at the room then to Ivan, "your room."

Ivan was able to understand that the room she was pointing to was for him, he smiled before walking in and placing his bag on the bed. He wanted to lie down and rest but knew that if he did, he would get up until dinner then he would want to sleep but would have to unpack. Ivan quickly opened his bag and put away his clothes and organized his few other possessions. He was a strong reader and had a few books, all were mystery. He like the idea of solving things and sometimes made up his own stories in his head when he couldn't sleep.

Once he finished, someone knocked at his door, "кто там" (koto tam/ who's there)

He forgot that no one would know what he was saying.

"Hello, I am a teacher hired to help you learn English" A voice called out, in Russian! Ivan quickly replied with a simple come in and greeting.

An older gentleman man walked in holding some books in one hand and a cane in the other. He had a greying beard and wrinkles around his kind looking eyes. He looked like a man who wasn't afraid to use his cane, but at the same time, seem kind.

"Hello," Ivan said, wanting to be more verbal, "my name is Ivan, may I know what I am to call you?"

The man laughed and held his hand out, "pleasure to meet you Ivan, you may call me winter."

Ivan smiled before looking at the books the man held.

"These are some books we will u-" the man said after looking around the boy's room. He stopped after seeing the small book collection on Ivan's small table. "You read?"

Ivan followed winter's gaze to his books and replied, "Da, I would sometimes read to the younger children at night when they couldn't sleep."

Winter smiled adding more wrinkles to his old face, "that sounds wonderful; I will soon have you reading in English soon as well as writing."

"thank you winter."

Winter put his books down on the table before telling his student that it was time for dinner. So the two men wandered down the large staircase following their noses to the dining room where the couple sat, along another . A blonde boy with a cowlick and glasses. His eyes were sky blue and held much happiness. Ivan felt slightly shy, as he was large for his age and had a large nose and his hair was white blonde. He looked very unnatural unlike this boy who was the personification of perfection. Ivan felt ashamed for not liking him based on looks alone.

"Hello, winter and Ivan, please come sit." the women said motioning towards two empty seats across from her.

Ivan looked towards winter to hopefully translate; thankfully he did as he went to his own seat and said a quick thank you to the mistress of the house. Dinner that evening was quiet, not that Ivan minded, but he could feel the others watching him constantly, as if he was a pest. Ivan made sure to eat with his best manners, making sure not to make anyone upset.

"Hey!"

Ivan paused and looked up towards the blonde boy with food still in his mouth.

The blond blue eyed boy stared at him with an angry look in his eyes. "Why are you here?"

"Alfred!"

"What?" the boy asked, "I don't like him."

Ivan quickly finished his mouthful and looked to winter for translations. But he shook his head at Ivan before returning his attention to the others.

"Ivan is living here, and we expect you to be nice."

"Why? I have to take care of-"

"Quite!"

Ivan felt bad. He had no idea what they were talking about, but it seem the fighting had

something to do with him, he did the only thing he could think of and said, "Я прошу прощения" with tears forming in his eyes.

The other boy saw his watery eyes and looked down, feeling guilty. Needless to say, no one really felt like finishing off their dinner when they heard it.

It was the sound of horrible wailing, as if someone was in absolute agony.

Ivan could understand what the noise was, but it was coming from down the hallway. He looked to winter to explain, to the others for an explanation before the blonde boy-Alfred- jumped out of his seat and ran down the hallway with a panicked expression.

The master and mistress ran after him as well shouting for the 'head nurse' for 'help'. Ivan didn't know what to do as he asked winter what had happened.

"Sorry, but even I do not know the answer to that, do not ask them as I think t is something personal. They may tell you someday, but for now, leave it be."

So, there ya have it, im going to somewhat follow the plot form The Secret Garden, but hetalia style and poor Ivan...he feels guilty :*( Also, i will be camping next week, so i will be either late or early with the next chapter. I think that's all you need to know...oh please review and tell me what you think, and if theres any grammer issues tell me nicely.

~until next time meow~