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Ivan- Da?

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Ivan- Zoe owns nothing, Da? Never has never will! Isn't that nice? Become one with Mother Russia, Da? Now, on with the story, Da?

A Disneyland Adventure

Chapter 2

You know when you're in bed and you have that feeling of pure bliss? Fluffy, downy pillows encasing you in a haze of warm bear hugs? Beckoning mattresses, begging you to stay in the comfort of their spongy, silk-like, melodious home. Yeah in this house hold, that doesn't exist. I know you're probably thinking 'Holy pancakes! That's not right! That's like Adolescence cruelty! Someone call Adult-line!' yeah well a few things wrong with that; 1) there is (to my distress) no such thing as Adult-line. 2) Its kinda required to get up early (again; to my sorrow). 3) As much as it seems cruel, I always get up early in the mornings anyway.

"Liene?" I called, knocking on her bedroom door, "Time to get up! I'm making Panca-," I didn't even have time to finish the sentence before the door was flung open to reveille a scruffy-dressed, lopsided-grinning Latvian. I tutted at her attired and walked her back into the room. Seeing as we were going where humans would be we were wearing normal clothes, Latty had on a jean style skater skirt, a red sweater and a pair of converse. After a few minutes of rearranging her waist length hair, I had tied it into a long plait that cascaded down her back, leaving her bangs to fall freely framing her face.

I was wearing a purple skirt, and a red sweater and a pair of purple flats. My hair was pulled into two low pigtails and a red beret sat atop my head, allowing my fringe to drape over my eyes. We walked to the kitchen and we started on the pancakes. A few minutes after the wafting smell of my cooking was released Toris, Eduard and Ivan had joined us, waiting patiently as Kit-Kat and Nattie came down. We dished up the plates, stacking pancakes by the dozens onto the table, then sitting down to eat our well-deserved meal.

I for some odd reason was placed next to the Russian who didn't even give me a second glance as I bid him good morning.

"Dobroye utro, Miss Williams." He stated curtly, not even glancing my way as the others frowned at his weird greeting. I picked up my empty plate and roughly shoved it in the sink, glaring daggers at Mr. Braginski's back. 'That arrogant… that insuperable, impossible, moronic, vodka-drinking…'

"Repressed…" I muttered, violently scrubbing at the plate in my hands. What I failed to realise was that whilst I was occupied cursing the silver haired man in my thoughts everyone else had left the room and he was standing behind me.

"Oh, I'm the repressed one, Da?" he challenged darkly, causing me to yelp and spin at the same time. "Say's the invisible woman who never 'dares' to tell anyone she's there!"

"You think I'm repressed, Mr. I-don't-know-how-to-deal-with-this-so-I'll-just-si t-and-drink-vodka-all-night? I'll show you repressed!" I yelled (Said loudly) at the towering man in front of me, I grabbed the nearest utensil I could use as a weapon and flailed it dangerously in his face. It just so happens that it was a frying pan.

"A frying pan?" He raised an eyebrow disbelievingly, still managing to keep that infuriatingly enticing death-smile on his face… '-Wait what? Enticing? Since when was a death-threat attractive?'

"No it's an alien from outer space masquerading as a frying pan! What do you thing you idiot?" I screamed (Shouted) at him, flinging the dirtiest glare I could in his direction.

"Now I can see why you and your brother are twins, your both as thick as each other!" he scoffed, I narrowed my eyes.

"Don't you even dare bring my brother into this; honestly you are the most pig-headed man I have ever met!" I seethed.

"Hey, I've seen the čelovék you hang out with, Da? I'm the only čelovék you've ever met!" he laughed conceitedly. (Men/Man)

"You... you discourteous, pretentious, pompous, self-centred, cantankerous, ungrateful, impossible, egotistical, petulant, uncivilized... Russian guy!" I (actually) screamed at the top of my voice, hitting him with my weapon with each word.

"Well at least I'm not some frostbitten, hose headed, hockey nut!" Oh no! I knew those words. "Oh and you know what else is too funny? Your stupid monopoly money!"

I opened my mouth to answer when a loud crash came from the doorway, my anger flooded away as I turned to see the five other house members in a heap on the floor. Their faces were a mixture of pain from the fall, curiousness to why we were fighting and confusion as to why we were fighting. But I still had a few things to say.

"Yeah, so what, I hate that song! I could break someone's nose and I'll just say…" I paused and swung the frying pan at him, a sickening crack invaded everyone's ears, "Oops! Sorry." Before I left I turned to yell one more thing.

"YOU'RE A JERK!" with that I twirled on my heal and stalked out the room.

Ok that was a little uncalled for… heck it was way too uncalled for! I just about broke his nose! And it was the first ever fight I'd had with him! Sure we bickered once or twice among ourselves, but never anything this serious. I paced my room for a while, not quite deciding if I actually wanted to go on this trip anymore… I growled in frustration and fell face-first onto my bed. After I was sure the pillow was position over my mouth I let out a strangled scream of stress erupt from my lungs. After a few seconds of silence a quiet knock made me tense slightly. I pushed myself off the bed and straightened my skirt, then went to open the door. As soon as I saw who it was I slammed it back in his face, crossing my arms over my chest defiantly.

"Madeline," he sighed, "Please allow me to come in…"

"Why so you can insult my nation some more? Hu! No thanks!" I scowled, sniffling slightly.

"Maddie-," I cut him off, my tone harsh and commanding.

"It's Madeline or Miss. William's, Braginski." There was another sigh from the other side of the door.

"Madeline, please?" I waited for a moment before huffing loudly, leaning a little closer to the door.

"I want to apologize, what I said about your country was very offensive and I should not have ever thought anything like that. It was out of order, I am sorry to have upset you." I couldn't help the weak smile that found its way to my lips.

"No, I'm sorry…" I muttered through the door. I heard a heavy sigh and quickly opened the door. It was then that I realized his nose was plastered in blood; thank God none had gone on his scarf! "Sorry for calling you all those things and a Jerk and … breaking your face."

"No, I deserved it, Da?" He smiled sincerely; I looked up at him through my lashes as a fierce heat spread across my cheeks like wild fire.

"That looks pretty bad…" I mumbled, going on my tiptoes to get a closer look at the blood gushing wound. His nose wasn't broken, but it was bleeding a lot and looked very painful. I took his hand subconsciously and lead him to the bathroom, sitting him down on the edge of the bathtub. I raided the cupboard and found what I needed; I sat next to him and started to dip a cloth into a bowl of hot water, which caused him to wince away

"Don't do that." I told him firmly; when he didn't comply I glared at him. "Hold still!" I was almost chasing him around with the cloth, but he took a wrong move and I ended up shoving the cloth on his nose.

"That hurt!" he yelled, cradling his face.

"Well if you' just hold still it wouldn't hurt as much!" I shouted back.

"Well if you hadn't hit my face with a frying pan, this wouldn't have happened!" he retorted.

"Well if you hadn't insulted me then I wouldn't have hit you with the pan!" I shouted, he opened his mouth to say something then closed it again.

"Well…. you, you should've just followed my orders!" the Russian smirked.

"Well you should learn to control your temper!" I snapped, sighing I turned his face to look at me. "Now, please hold still. This might… sting a little." He stiffened slightly but allowed me to tend to his nose.

"By the way, sorry for disobeying you." I stated simply, gazing into his eyes as he flinched.

"No, sorry for not controlling my temper." I smiled and wiped the last bit of blood from his nose, glancing into his amethyst pools. They were just so beautiful. Perhaps it was the loving glint they always seemed to possess them whenever he saw his sisters or the Baltics, or maybe it was the warm twinkle which was never gone that had me so spellbound, hypnotized almost. They were so entrancing, captivating… I shook my head vigorously hopping that maybe the action would shake the thoughts from my head.

"You have packed, Da?" Ivan asked, clearing the awkward silence between us.

"Um… well, I didn't really have time this morning and… I guess I um…." My hair became a curtain around my face as I dropped my head down with embarrassment. Quickly standing up Russia gestured for me to follow, he took me back to my room and asked me to stay for a moment and start packing. I did as I was told and got out my maple-red suitcase, a few moments later Belarus and Ukraine entered. They said nothing for a while, they just stared at me. Then- literally- out of nowhere the Ukrainian burst into tears and flung herself at me- thank God I jumped from surprise- (Ohonohonohonohon~).

"Maddie!" she wailed, "Please don't tell me you and Big Brother aren't speaking!"

"N-no, Kat. We're speaking…. Um don't worry, we made up! I promise!" I reassured her, petting her head.

"That was the first and biggest argument you and Big Brother have been in." Natalya stated, "I observed that he used the words in a song that you dislike a lot."

"It's a hurtful song…" I admitted, setting a pair of jeans into the suitcase, "So, why did Mr… um Ivan send you to see me?"

"We came to help you pack, seeing as we're both already done and have nothing else to do!" Katyusha beamed, picking out a few tops and pants. After we'd finished backing clothes, books and other necessary items, we took my suitcase out to the car with everyone else.

"You are ready, Da?" I nodded and smiled weakly at him, "Good, now everyone in!" he opened the driver's side of the Zil and motioned for us all to get in. I was about to step into the back when three pairs of hands abruptly shoved me towards the front of the car, glaring daggers at the Baltic states behind me I stiffly got into the passenger seat next to Russia. Without further ado, we set off.

A/N- Hello! Sorry this is a little late! School works been piling on! Russia and Canada were both a little OOC in this chapter, sorry!

I have decided that in every following chapter there will be a scene from a Disney movie! The first to guess the scene I have put into it and the movie will get a shout out! Can anyone guess the scene from which Disney movie in this chapter?

M'kay Bye!