Chapter three~

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Warnings: Crazy, Occ'ness, Dark language.

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Chapter Three: J'aime ton corps….

The sun was still gone behind the trees and the moon was slowly fading from the raising sunrays. The stars were starting to fade as well, which indicated that the morning was coming closer. The dark moments of the new day is when the blond American boy began to wake up. The boy rolled over and turned on his nightstand lamp, which woke up the teen even more. Alfred shifted from his covers and stepped on his carpeted floor, standing up and stretching from his short slumber.

Alfred looked over at his night stand, looking at the framed pictures next to his lamp. He picked up the first picture, which was one of Ivan and him at the beach. He remembered how mad and red Ivan got because he forgot to put on sunscreen. He placed the picture down and then picked up the one next to it, which was in a silver frame. Alfred studied the picture closely, looking at the image of the past. It was a picture of Arthur and Alfred at the mall photo booth. It made him sad to think about how nice and sweet Arthur was before he got sucked into drugs.

Alfred put the picture down and got dressed before his parents were awake, which was very uncommon. Alfred woke up Peter and got him dressed in his uniform, which looked exactly like Alfred's. The youngest boy sat at the dinning room table and awaited his brother to finish making his breakfast, which was just a bowl of cereal. Alfred walked in the dinning room and placed the two bowls on the table and went back into the kitchen to get the two cups of orange juice that he poured. Peter smiled and started eating the cold meal, not waiting for his brother and the juice.

Alfred walked in with a smile, holding the two cups, and placed one of them in front of Peter. The younger boy swooped his hand over to his cup and grabbed it, not taking time to thank his brother for the meal. He chugged down the cold orange liquid, which was a fresh relief from the dryness of his throat.

"Did you sleep well?" Alfred asked as he started to eat his cereal. Peter looked up from his bowl, revealing that he had a few pieces of cereal stuck to his face. Alfred did not make eye contact with him; he was too sleepy to pull his head up.

"Yea! Did you?" Peter asked with a mouth full of chewed chunks. Alfred paused, finishing his mouthful of cereal. "I-I slept enough" Alfred replied, not exactly telling Peter the truth. Alfred did not like lying to Peter, but he did not want him to become worried if he was not sleeping at night.

Peter shrugged it off, even though it was odd of his big brother to not be perky in the morning. The shorter of the two finished his meal and took his dirty dishes to the kitchen sink. Alfred finished eating and took his dishes to the kitchen as well, deciding he would wash them when he got home. The two went to their shared bathroom and brushed their teeth, refreshing themselves after their short breakfast. Peter kept making faces in the mirror, with the foam looking like he had rabies, and made his brother laugh till he spilt foam on the bathroom counter.

"Ew! Dude! That is nasty!" Peter laughed before he spit his mouth full into the sink. Alfred gave a low growl and pinched his brother on the arm. Peter winced and backed away from his brother, leaving the room to grab his book bag. Alfred smirked victoriously and spit into the sink bowl, finding it time to leave for school. Alfred rinsed the sink and exited the bathroom, being as quiet as he could be so that he did not wake up his parents. Alfred opened his parents' door and snuck in quietly, making his way to his mother's side of the bed. He slightly shook her, making her grumble and open her eyes to see he son standing in front of her.

"H-hey honey, W-what's…what's wrong?" His drowsy Hungarian mother said with a worried tone. Alfred just smiled and kissed her fore head softly, which made her smile.

"Peter and I are heading to school, we'll be home as soon as school lets out" Alfred said, pulling away from his mother. Elizabeta smiled sweetly and pulled her son into a weak hug, feeling proud that Alfred was getting ready without them getting him up. "Have a good day, sweetie, make sure you tell Peter the same thing" she mumbled before letting go of Alfred and pulling the covers over most of her body.

"Okay mom" Alfred said a bit louder, which was a mistake. Roderich made loud grumbling sound and threw something at Alfred, which was just a simple Music Lovers magazine. Alfred chuckled lightly and left the room to take Peter to school. He closed the door softly and ran down the hallway to join his little brother at the front door.

"Does Ivan know to pick us up early?" Peter asked, noticing they were leaving their house almost an hour earlier then normal. Alfred jumped slightly and scurried to pull his phone out of his jacket pocket, which seemed to take a few seconds longer than needed. Alfred opened the door and pushed Peter out, following him and locking it. Alfred pressed Ivan's speed dial number and brought the phone to his ear, listening to the annoying ringing as he waiting for Ivan to answer.

The wait was short for Ivan to answer, since he always seemed to jump instantly to answer his friend. "P-pryvet Fredka" Ivan said with his groggy voice, clearly indicating he was just woken up. Alfred felt horrible for waking the Russian up far too early then was needed, but he needed Ivan to come get him.

"Morning Ivan, can you come get Peter and me?" Alfred asked, taking Peter's hand and dragging him to the sidewalk. Alfred heard Ivan make a loud groan that went from a low sound to a loud growling like sound. Ivan sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed, deciding he would get his crush and Peter.

"Why are you two up this early?" Ivan asked, stretching his large arms and standing up. Ivan walked over to his bedroom door and walked to his kitchen.

"Well I might not have time to hang out with you today, dad's boss is coming over and I am going to hang out with someone later tonight" Alfred said, not willing to tell Ivan or Peter that he was planning on going over to Arthur's apartment later. Ivan's spirits seemed to perk up, now he was going to make Alfred actually say what he wanted to hear.

"So why do I have to pick you up? I'll just see you at school" Ivan said with a smirk, going over to the liquor cabinet and pulling out a bottle of his vodka. He opened the bottle and took a large gulp, closing his eyes tightly from the pain in his throat. He unclenched his eyes and took a smaller sip, enjoying the bitter and strong taste of Russian water.

"I want to see you, Ivan" Alfred said with a stern voice, ignoring Peter's little kissing noises. Ivan smirked at Peter's childish teasing sound, wishing Alfred would make kissing noises for him. Ivan put the vodka back in its place and moved over to the key rack, which is where Toris kept the car keys. He grabbed the keys and went to the back door.

Alfred smiled when he heard Ivan turning off his house's alarm system, which had a loud beeping sound. Ivan exited his house and dragged himself to his car, not even grabbing his license incase he got pulled over. Alfred's smile grew wider when he heard Ivan unlock Toris' car. "I'll see you in a few minutes, you owe me for this Fredka" Ivan growled lowly, hanging up on his American friend.

Alfred grinned goofily at Peter and slipped his phone into the leather pockets of his bomber jacket. Peter sat on the sidewalk, not caring if his school pants got dirty. Alfred placed his book bag on the ground and began to walk around in pointless circles, waiting for Toris' car to pull up. Peter, who somehow found the energy this early in the morning, began to chase Alfred in his circles.

The two began to chase each other childishly, playing an awkward game of night tag in the front lawn. They stopped when a pair of bright head lights shone brightly in their faces. The car pulled up to the drive way and stopped, the driver honked the horn loudly. Peter jumped away from Alfred and ran to his get book bag off the sidewalk. Alfred squeezed his eyes tightly from the bright light and moved over to where he placed his book bag. The head lights died and the driver door opened to reveal Ivan still in his stripped orange pajamas with a sunflower pattern and sunflower cover slippers.

Alfred smirked at his friend's flower pajama set, which he had given Ivan for his birthday last year. Ivan was annoyed and looked at Alfred, who had a smirk on his face. The sleepy Russia was tempted to grab Alfred and slam him against the car and fucks him right in front of Peter, but that wouldn't make him a good person now would it?

"Get in the car" Ivan said darkly, glaring at the two blondes with his deadly violet eyes. Peter ran into the car, not saying a word to either of the teens. Alfred smiled and ran to Ivan's car, not wanting to add tension and make his large friend anymore upset with him than he already is. Ivan followed Alfred to Toris' car; he slammed his door and pulled out of the driveway. The three made their way to Ivan's house, neither of the boys made a peep or even breathe too loudly. Ivan had a dark aura around him from the anger of being up far too early.

They pulled up to Ivan's house, which was a large brick house, and both blonds were dragged inside the two story home by their arms. Ivan pushed Peter on the living room couch, not saying a word to the boy. Alfred turned to his little brother, feeling bad for him. "The remote is on the table" Alfred said quietly, pointing to the dark colored table next to the couch. Peter nodded and looked away from the teens, which stood near the hallway door. Ivan grabbed Alfred's arm and dragged him along with him to his room, which was also known as the 'Chamber of No Return' by Felix.

Ivan opened his door and pushed Alfred inside, making him stumble over some clothes on the ground and fall onto Ivan's bed. Ivan closed his bedroom door and walked over to his bed, looking at Alfred with drowsy eyes. "I should make do something for me" Ivan said darkly, getting right in front of Alfred and closing some of the space between them.

"And what would you want, Vanya?" Alfred asked pouting cutely to make him seem more innocent and lessen any 'punishment' Ivan gave him. Ivan smirked at Alfred when he used his nickname, loving it when Alfred acting like child around him.

"Well, you could clean my room for starters" Ivan said, pushing Alfred off his bed and onto the clothes covered ground. Ivan smirked and climbed on his bed, which was not the most comfortable bed. Alfred looked up at his friend, who was pulling the covers over his body and closing his eyes to sleep. Alfred began to push all of Ivan's clothes to one side of his room. Suddenly a loud ringing noise made Ivan and Alfred jump and look over at Ivan's nightstand. Ivan's alarm clock, which was a gift from Alfred, was going off at its normal time.

Alfred covered his mouth to hold back his laughter, and Ivan was growling even louder than he did before in pure annoyance. The large Russian threw his legs over his bed side and sat up, glaring at Alfred the entire time. Ivan sighed and stood up, deciding it was not even worth it to strangle Alfred till he passed out. Ivan walked over to his uniform, which was on his dresser, and began to strip himself of his bright pajamas, not caring if Alfred saw him half naked or not.

"I should kill you" Ivan mumbled, pulling his school pants up his legs and fastening the buckle. Alfred kept on the ground, but kept his goofy smile from his laughter. "It's not even my fault, commie" Alfred said, standing up and patting Ivan's bare shoulders. Ivan passed a darker glare to his shorter friend, who was pushing him a bit too much.

"Go wake up Toris before I decide to skin you…alive" Ivan threatened, knowing he would never do such a horrible thing. But Alfred took the threat and left, heading to go scare his Lithuanian friend. Ivan watched as Alfred disappeared and snuck into Toris' bedroom, hearing a loud, girlish, scream that belonged to the Lithuanian. Suddenly Ivan heard Raivis', Eduard's, and Natalia's door burst open and the three ran into Toris' room. Then Ivan heard two screams, coming from Raivis and Eduard, and soon Peter came running down the hallway to see what was going on.

Ivan finished getting dressed and walked inside Toris' room to see Toris, Eduard, and Raivis on the ground crying in fear, and Natalia holding Alfred up by his collar with a glare in her eyes. "Big brother! Stupid Peter's stupid brother snuck into our house. We kill him, da?" Natalia said, making Alfred and Peter start to worry.

"Nyet, but now that you are all awake, go get ready" Ivan said, giving the four housemates a cheerful smile. Natalia nodded and dropped Alfred on the ground, making the American teen grumbled from the pain that was inflicted on his ass. Alfred stood up and apologized to the three men, who he had frightened. The three men could not stay mad at Alfred, considering he was not trying to do any harm to them.

"Ivan, I'm going to head to school, can you drop Peter off at his school?" Alfred asked, straightening his leather jacket. Ivan sighed and nodded, not wanting to say no to a pouting Alfred later. Alfred smiled and walked over to Peter, who was standing at Toris' door frame.

"I'm going to go ahead, you be good!" Alfred said patting Peter like he was a dog being good.

"Why!" Peter whined, using Alfred's pouting move on him. Alfred just stared blankly at the cute boy, finding no effect to have taken him. "Sorry Peter, but only Karou can do that almost as good as me" Alfred said coldly, not looking to see his friends were awestruck at the Peter's attempt.

"Why are you leaving me!" Peter kept whining, not wanting Alfred to leave him to so something that could be bad. Alfred sighed and kissed Peter's forehead, which usually made him stop asking.

"I'm going to meet up with Sadiq, he said he is going to pay be back and I am going to visit Arth-… I'm going to visit a friend, okay kiddo?" Alfred said hopping no one caught him. Peter nodded, knowing that Sadiq's money was probably going to pay for a new video game for Alfred and him. Alfred turned and felt the room, stopping to grab his book bag off the floor, and leaving Ivan's warm house.

Alfred was lucky Ivan lived close to the school, and it only took him a few minutes till he reached the campus. The happy blond marched to his normal morning hang out area, which was a large oak tree in the front of the school. He looked to see Sadiq reading a sitting on the stone bench in the shade, not looking at the American approaching him.

Suddenly two arms wrapped around Sadiq and pulled him into a tight hug, which startled the Turkish teen half to death. Sadiq turned to see Alfred with a stupid grin on his face, which made Sadiq relax to know he was not in any danger. Sadiq placed his bookmark in the page he was on and placed the book in his book bag, not wanting it to get ruined by Alfred.

"Good Morning Alfred" Sadiq said, pushing Alfred's arms away from him. Alfred got the message and moved away from Sadiq, taking the seat next to him.

"Morning' dude!" Alfred said happily, crossing his legs and relaxing from his surprise attack. Sadiq gave his best friend a glare, not liking where this early visit from Alfred could be going.

"Why are you here so early?" Sadiq asked, cocking an eye brown in curiosity at the blond.

"Cause a certain someone owes me some money?" Alfred answers in a question, smiling at Sadiq. Sadiq growled and reached into his bag, pulling out his Turkish flag wallet that Heracles got him. He pulled out forty bucks and handed it to Alfred, who happily took it from his friend. "Thanks man! " Alfred said, only earning a low growl from his friend.

"Whatever…" Sadiq said, pulling his book back out and opening it to the marked page. Alfred hopped up and started walking around the campus until the morning bell rang for the students. The young blond teenager did not wait for Ivan, deciding to go straight inside to his first Class. Which was Photography with Felix, and this reason always made Alfred happy to go to class. Alfred noticed someone waiting by the door, and it was not a student. It was not uncommon to see random people sitting outside of the school buildings before and after school, and the Art classes were all in their own single building away from the main school building.

The man outside was no other than Arthur Kirkland, who was smoking a cigarette and leaning against the beige painted bricks. Alfred approached the graduated man, smiling and trying to be happy so that he did not upset the British man. Arthur looked up and smiled, seeing Alfred approaching him was always one of his favorite sights; having Alfred covered in cum was one of his favorite also.

Alfred walked up to Arthur and smiled brightly, which felt very fake. Arthur kicked himself off the wall and walked towards Alfred, finding that the git was walking too slowly. Alfred examined Arthur, who was dressed in head-turning clothes. He had on tight black pants, combat boots, a shit that was ripped and had the Union Jack on it; he had a few rings and piercing here and there in as well- just normal Arthur.

"Good morning Artie" Alfred said, cocking his head to the side innocently. Arthur gave the younger male a dark glare, showing Alfred that he hated that horrible nickname. "'Ello love" Arthur said with a sadistic glisten in his forest green eyes. Arthur's tongue slightly stuck out, he was playing with his lip piercing seductively towards Alfred; which always seemed to make Alfred blush in an aroused and embarrassed way.

"Why are you here? You know they don't like it" Alfred asked, standing face to face with his ex. Alfred noticed Arthur moving his arms for Alfred to grab it, trying to act like a gentleman. Alfred just looked at Arthur's arm and felt bad, but he shook his head in rejection. Arthur's smile turned to an annoyed look, knowing Alfred was protesting because Ivan asked him to.

"Come now love, why don't I walk your sweet ass to your class, like the good days" Arthur said, pushing his arm closer to Alfred so that he could try to get Alfred to latch on like the bitch he treated him like. Alfred gave a small nod and started walking ahead, making Arthur pissed that he ignored his arm.

Arthur hated how independent Alfred had grown after they broke up, and it was mostly Ivan and the Beilschmeif bothers fault. At first Alfred ignored his calls, text, and e-mails, which hurt Arthur deeply. Ivan even sent Arthur a few death threats, which he just shrugged off as hallow words. Ivan even went as far as threatening Arthur's older brother, William Kirkland, to have his brother stop harassing and following around with Alfred. But sadly that did no good. Arthur, who did have feeling for Alfred and really hated Ivan, kept pushing Alfred in a slow way that ended in them having a very secret and no-love relationship.

The two blonds walked to the class room and Alfred froze when he saw Toris, Felix, and Ivan standing at the door, which had never happened before. Ivan usually went to his class and Toris' was next door, so they had not reason to be lurking in front of Felix's and his' class room door. Alfred felt his blood freeze over as the glances from his three friends became glued to him, showing anger and hurt.

Alfred sped up and placed his hand on the door and tried to open the classroom door, but to his luck it was locked. Arthur just stood there with his devilish smirk, which angered Ivan rather that he already was. "So Alfred, is this why you left to go to school early?" Ivan asked while glaring at his favorite blue eyed American. Alfred began to fiddle with his fingers, wishing he was being put on the spot by Ivan while in front of the others.

"N-no… I was meeting up with Sadiq for my money" Alfred said, avoiding eye contact with Ivan. Toris gave his friend a sad looking, wishing what he was seeing was not true. Felix shook his head, feeling disappointed in his un-fabulous friend.

Arthur smirked at Ivan and leaned over to Alfred and kissing the boy's cheek. "Later' love" Arthur said, loud enough for the other three to hear the annoying nickname in Arthur's annoying accent. Ivan roughly grabbed and pulled Alfred over to him, trying to get his friend away from the Brit.

"As possessive as ever, you stupid wanker" Arthur said, sticking his pierced tongue and the aggravated Russian. Arthur gave a chuckle and backed away slightly, not wanting to be open for an attack from Ivan. Felix glared at Arthur and threw his fist up in the air, then pointing at Arthur with the same hand that was just a fist.

"You need to, like, G-T-F-O!" Felix said, his voice dripping with his normally happy mood. Arthur rolled his eyes and flipped the bird at the Polish teen, which made the pale blond growl.

"Fuck off, bloody faggot" Arthur said rudely, making Toris, Felix, and Alfred to let their jaws drop in shock. They hated that word, and Arthur had no room to talk about being homosexual. Ivan could see the distress on his friend's faces, which made him even more upset.

"I thought I made it clear to stay away from him, Kirkland" Ivan said, tightening his large hands into a fist. Alfred ducked his head slightly, knowing Ivan's anger was because he could not say no to his ex. Arthur smirked, loving how Ivan was still protective over Alfred and how Alfred was still clueless to Ivan's passionate feelings.

"I thought I made it clear that I didn't care what you say?" Arthur mocked back, which was very deadly when you were mocking Ivan Braginsky. "Now why don't you little kids go to class; I'll see you later, my little git" Arthur said before turning and walking away from the four high school students. He got his kiss and he got Ivan pissed off, which meant today was going to be very good. No one noticed the lemon colored blond watching the scene with a dark glare, not finding the Brit's attitude to be fun or charming at all.

The four watched Arthur walk away with a little skip in his steps, probably happy about making Ivan upset this early in the morning. Alfred tried to keep his look away from Ivan, and was lucky that Ivan just turned away and said nothing to him. Toris shook his head and sighed at Alfred's actions, which depressives him a lot. "I wouldn't mess with Ivan today; you two have a good day. See you at lunch Felix" Toris said to his boyfriend.

"Like, you too" Felix replied before capturing a small kiss from the Lithuanian. Toris left the two blonds before he got the urge to scold Alfred for talking with Arthur, and bringing him near Ivan. Felix placed his pale hand on Alfred's shoulder and the two waited for their teacher, who came not long after Toris and Ivan left them. Alfred sighed; knowing today was going to be horrible.

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Alfred avoided his friends all day, even going behind the gym to eat his packed lunch, and he walked the long miles home. He got home and walked inside to see his father and Mr. Bonnefoy talking and both had a smile on his own face. Alfred tried to sneak past the two men, but was instantly caught by his father.

"Alfred, come here and say hello" His father said, sipping his tea and smiling sweetly to his son. Alfred nodded and walked into the light of the room, smiling sweetly at Mr. Francis. "Hello sir, it's good to see you again" Alfred said, holding his hand out for Francis to shake it.

Francis smiled and nodded, taking Alfred's hand and kissing the top of it softly. "Bonjour how was your day?" Francis asked sweetly, flashing his best smile towards the boy. Alfred smiled back, forgetting the seductive movements that he had used on him yesterday in the dinning room.

"It was okay today, sir, I'm just going to go do my homework. Later" Alfred said before turning and head to his room, leaving Francis and Roderich alone.

"Such a charming boy" Francis said, looking in the direction that Alfred had left in. He licked his lips and grinned happily, glad to finally have the young boy home. "Mind if I go to your washroom?" Francis asked, cocking his head innocently. Roderich nodded and pointed down the hall that Alfred had just entered.

"Merci" Francis said before standing up and gracefully walking down the hall. He stopped when he saw Alfred's door, which had a sign the read in bright blue letters 'Hero's only'. Francis gave an annoyed but amusing look, finding the sign to be very juvenile. He opened the door and saw Alfred unpacking his bag on his desk, which was covered in picture frames, trophies, and writing supplies. Alfred did not notice Francis walking in his room and closing the door, he was to busy listening to his headphones and scanning over the papers he pulled out of his bag.

Francis walked behind Alfred and placed a hand on the boy's shoulders. Alfred jump from the touch and spun around to see the older man in his room, which was very creepy to see. Alfred pulled his head phones out of his ears and threw them on his desk, not wanting to be rude to the Frenchman.

"Can I help you?" Alfred asked softly, eyeing the man in front of him. Francis kept his sweet smile on his face, which was nice to see since today had been very gloomy for Alfred.

"I was wondering if you mind telling me what happened today" Francis asked in his smooth voice, which Alfred seemed to fall in love with all over again.

"I have no idea on what you mean" Alfred answered, not sure what the man wanted him to say. He was unsure on what was wrong, not even thinking about this morning's awkward and heartbreaking events.

"You seem fake today, yesterday you didn't" Francis answered softly, a warm smile replaced his sweet smile. Alfred gave a cute and embarrassed blush, wishing it was not that obvious that today was much different then the others. "A few friends and I got into a little…spat" Alfred said, trying to make the situation seem batter than it was. Francis frowned and 'tsked', not liking that the boy had a bad day.

"What did your friends do to you, Mon Cheri?" Francis asked, sitting on Alfred's bed and patting the spot next to him for Alfred to sit down. Alfred smile and sat down, glad to have a neutral person to vent to about his problems with.

"My ex was at school and they got mad I was walking with him" Alfred explained, not telling Francis who his ex was incase he went and told his father about it. Francis shook his head, finding Alfred's friends reasons to be man to be fairly stupid and childish.

"Such a same, they have no reason to be upset at you." Francis said, thinking about which friends Alfred was talking about. His children had told him about Alfred's friends, and none of them seemed very pleasant or enjoyable to be around.

"They kind of do, they really didn't want me to talk to him after we broke up, cause he was very mean to all of us" Alfred said, feeling ashamed as he said it. He really tried to stop talking to Arthur, but he did not want to hurt the blonds' feelings.

"Pardon me for asking, but who broke up with whom?" Francis asked, raising an interested eyebrow to the younger blond. "I did…" Alfred mumbled softly, only making Francis smile grown wider. Francis wrapped an arm around the fragile blond, taking the boy into a sweet embrace.

"Well good! You're probably too good for him" Francis said, using his hand that was around Alfred to rub the boy into a comfort zone. Francis could feel Alfred relaxing in his arms, which meant his gentle methods were working on the teen.

"I-I don't think so" Alfred mumbled even softer then his last response. Francis shook his head again and stood up in front of Alfred, slightly pushing the body down on his bed.

"Don't talk like that… trust me, you are far too good for these humans" Francis cooed softly into Alfred's ear, wicked seemed to have great effect of Alfred. The boy practically fell limp in Francis' welcoming arms. Francis smiled and pushed Alfred on his bed; leaning himself over Alfred and admiring the sweet body heat the boy gave off. Francis placed his head on Alfred's forehead, taking in the sweet scent of apples and honey off of the American teen. Alfred did not know what was going on right now, everything seemed to be in an ecstasy-ish blur; and it felt great to the boy. He did not want to push the Frenchman off of him, in fact he wanted him closer; for some reason he was feeling these unusual lustful feelings.

Francis moved his lips closer to Alfred's, happy to finally claim the warm lips of the blue eyed beauty. Suddenly the bedroom door opened widely, which startled the man t fall off of Alfred and on to the carpeted floor. Francis shot his head to see who interrupted him, glaring to see a tall man with platinum- blond hair and deadly violet eyes. Francis recognized this person as the boy named Ivan, who Vash informed him as being Alfred's little love-stuck puppy. Francis stood up and dusted off his coat, trying to break any eye contact with the man,

"Who are you? And why are you in Alfred's room?" Ivan asked the Frenchman, who just had a smile on his face. Ivan hated it when people smiled in situations that did not require a smile, which was his job.

"Pardon me, I was just comforting the boy. Good-bye, Alfred. Just remember what I said" Francis said before leaving, waving at the awe stuck teen. Ivan glared as the Frenchman left and made his way back to the Austrian, who had no idea that Francis was with Alfred instead of the bathroom. Ivan heard Roderich make a comment and the Frenchman laughing in the stereotypic laugh that French men did, 'honhonhon'. Ivan winced and walked into Alfred's room, closing the door to shut off the terrible laughter of the bearded man.

Ivan walked over to Alfred, who was looking like a doll on his bed. Ivan glared and started poking Alfred's stomach rapidly, which he knew angered his bets friend to no ends. Alfred shot up and slapped Ivan's hand, playfully of course. "No! Bad Commie!" Alfred joked towards Ivan, who chuckled slightly.

"Who was that?" Ivan asked, talking about the Frenchman who was invading Alfred's personal space. Alfred grinned, not realizing the state he was just awoken from.

"That's Mr. Bonnefoy; He's the new kids' dad." Alfred said, crossing his legs Indian style and smiling that goofy smile. Ivan smiled and sat down next to his friend, who he was mad at. "Are you still made at me?" Alfred asked softly, pouting like a child to Ivan. Ivan sighed and looked at Alfred right in his sapphire blue eyes, which always seemed to amaze him every time he looked at them.

"Nyet not at you, but Please…please stay away from him" Ivan slightly begged, placing his large hands on Alfred's shoulder and pulling his close to make complete eye contact. Alfred smiled and nodded at his friend, glad that Ivan had forgiven him for royally messing up; or at least being caught royally messing up. Ivan grinned and pulled his friend into a bone crushing hug, which made Alfred give out a loud squeaking noise.

"You owe me lunch" Ivan stated bluntly, making Alfred sigh. Ivan began to go through Alfred's book bag, finding no lunch bag inside. He sat back down and threw the bag on the ground to anger Alfred for no good reason.

"I do?" the blond acted naïve, though he knew exactly what Ivan was talking about. Ivan nodded and started poking Alfred's cheeks, just to annoy his friend. "I couldn't find you at lunch to get my sandwich, woman" Ivan joke, even though Alfred was not a female he still found it amusing that everyday Alfred brought him a sandwich his mother made for him.

"Fine, tomorrow I'll bring you two to make up for today" Alfred laughed, receiving a laugh from Ivan in return. The two boys ended up enjoying their night together, ordering Pizza, doing homework, and playing a few video games before Ivan left. Alfred smiled to himself, glad that Ivan had forgiven him and that tomorrow would be a new and better day for him and his friends…. But that was far from the truth.

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