' Thank god! He finally stopped.' Alfred thought, as he hunched over, gasping for air. The boy in front of him, looked at him weirdly as Alfred finally stood up strait, focusing on the Russian more.
"How did you get in-… here." Alfred trailed off, when he saw the Russian more clearly. He was standing perfectly right beside the painting of prince Vanya on the wall and…Alfred was practically hypnotized. This guy looked almost identical to the prince!
"Um, um, um, um" was all Alfred could find himself to say as he looked up at him. "Alfred, what is it?" Arthur asked strolling up to Alfred, and looking at the boy too. Alfred slapped Arthur across the face, hoping to get him more sober, and directing his attention to the boy again before he could yell at him.
"Oh my goooood…" Arthur said. Alfred assumed he was seeing the same thing he was seeing. Alfred began to look him over, unknowingly circling the boy.
"Accuse why are you circling me? What, were you a vulture in a past life?" Ivan asked the strange American circling him.
Alfred was snapped out of his daze and quickly stopped circling the Russian, and put on his poker face. "Oh, yes, I'm sorry. I just can't help but notice you look and afoul lot like the prince-you know what never mind!" Alfred replied. "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, you wouldn't happen to be 'Alfred', would you?" Ivan asked.
"And if I am, what would you want with him?" Alfred asked, hoping Ivan wasn't some hired assassin.
"Well, I heard he was dealing with some tickets to Paris, which I need to get to. But for some reason no one can talk about it out loud." Ivan replied.
Alfred nearly jumped up and down yelling 'VICTORY!' at the top of his lungs when he heard that. But~, he didn't. (sadly)
"Uh, one moment please." Alfred said, grabbing Arthur's shoulder and turning them both away from Ivan. "Arthur, this guy is perfect." Alfred whispered to Arthur, who was thankfully a little bit more sober. "For a second there Alfred, I doubted you, I really did. But we did it. We actually did it!" Arthur rejoiced, also whispering.
"Uh, sorry to interrupt, but can you help me or not?" Ivan asked, getting impatient.
Alfred and Arthur whirled around, putting back on their poker faces. "Well, I am Alfred, but helping you get to Paris, well~, that depends." Alfred said, walking up to Ivan.
"What do you mean 'depends'?"
"Well you see-…um…"
"Ivan."
"Ivan- we already have three tickets to Paris."
Alfred pulled out three yellow sheets of paper, which happened to be nothing more then used tickets to a circus. Ivan looked at the tickets with wide eyes, and lunged forward to grab one, but Alfred pulled them back before he could.
"Now hold your horses there. You see, one of these tickets is for myself, another is for my partner, Arthur" Alfred motioned to Arthur who waved at the slightly irritated Russian.
"And the last is for…him!" Alfred motioned dramatically up at the painting of Prince Vanya. Ivan looked up at it, confusion written all over his face. 'Does he really not see the resemblance?' Alfred thought, noticing Ivan's expression.
"Who's 'him'?" Ivan asked, turning back to Alfred. Alfred nearly fell over at this. "Your serious!" Alfred asked. "'He' is the famous Prince Vanya." Alfred explained. "…So you can't help me or can you?" Ivan asked, tired of waiting for his answer.
"Well, that's just it. We believe, you are Prince Vanya." Alfred said bluntly. Ivan was silent for a second, processing pure shock. "Oh no, no, there is no way! Sure I don't know anything about my past, but I'm not a prince!" Ivan yelled.
"Well who says you are not, you have to admit, there is quite a bit of resemblance here." Arthur said, finally saying something. "Yeah, and you said it yourself, you don't know anything about your past. So why not?" Alfred added. Ivan turned back to the painting.
"Yeah, but…a prince, there's just no way…" Ivan both said and thought. Alfred smirked, getting an idea. "Well hey, maybe your right, maybe there is no way. Oh well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me." Alfred said, throwing his arm around Arthur's shoulder and began to lead them back down the stairs.
"What are you doing? Your just gonna walk away!" Arthur whispered to Alfred, completely confused by Alfred's actions. "Just wait, I have a plan." Alfred replied. Arthur looked like he was about to fume at the American, when all of a sudden, he held up three fingers. "Three…" Alfred pulled down one of the fingers. "Two…" and another. "…One"
"Alfred wait!" Alfred and Arthur stopped walking and turned around to see Ivan running down the stairs. And Arthur could have sworn he saw Alfred was smirking at him, but he didn't dare look to find out.
"Yes?" Alfred asked sounding rather oblivious. "Well, it's just, what if your right?" Ivan asked. "And if I am?" Alfred replied. "Well then…I don't know! I just never thought of myself as royalty before. But I don't know anything from my past, so who's to say I'm not a prince or whatever." Ivan explained.
"And, if it turns out you're not the prince, then you'll already be in Paris, like you wanted!" Arthur added. "Exactly!" Ivan replied, finally comprehending everything. "So what do you say Ivan, do we have a deal?" Alfred asked extending his hand to the Russian.
Ivan smirked, and shook his hand.
"Bark, Bark, Bark!" Everyone looked down to see Toris, barking protectively, and biting the hem of Alfred's pants. "Aaaaw! He's so cute!" Arthur couldn't resist. He swooped the dog off the ground and into his arms. Toris replied surprisingly well, and began licking the Brit's nose.
Alfred chuckled and was about to pat the shaggy dog on the head, but before he could, Toris whirled his head around, and growled deeply at the American.
"Toris!" Ivan snapped at the dog, taking him out of Arthur's hands, and into his. 'Strange, he's never acted this way around others' Ivan thought. Toris stopped almost instantly but still kept a deep glare on Alfred. "Heh, friend of yours?" Alfred asked, slightly taken back by the dog's sudden anger.
Ivan smiled innocently, nodding slightly, and rubbing Toris lightly behind the ear. "Well, shall we get going you two? We do have a train to catch." Arthur asked. "Ah yes! Well then, Paris look out, here comes Prince Vanya!" Alfred shouted, throwing his arms into the air.
*…*
"Vanya? Heh, hate to break it to'ya pal, but Vanya's dead. All the royals are dead." A little Canadian white bat said to himself, watching the trio up on a ledge of the ball room. And sitting right next to him was a tall glass cylinder with a stone skull sitting on top, and a snake spiraling down it.
But what the little bat was not aware of was that said cylinder was glowing, the green ora surrounded demons emerging from it once more. "Dead, dead, dead!" the Canadian bat chanted. He turned to his right, coming face to face with one of the demons. "Am I right my friend?" All of a sudden, realization struck the Canadian bat, and he jumped back with surprise.
He latched himself onto the cylinder, only to jump back again, seeing as how the thing was glowing. "Oh come on. Am I suppose to believe this thing came back to life after all these years just because some guy claims they found Prince Vanya?" the bat asked himself.
The demons began swirling around him. "Alright, I get it! You can stop that, with the glowing and the smoke people!" the bat yelled shooing the demons away.
All of a sudden, realization struck him. "Wait a second. If that things come back to life then that means…Prince Vanya's alive!" the bat turned around to look at the trio again, gapping down at the boy they claimed to be the prince, unknowingly getting his foot caught in the string handle that dangled at the top of the cylinder.
"And that's him!" he gasped. All of a sudden, the cylinder seemed to come alive, shooting off the ledge, taking the little bat with it, and going right through the floor. "Maida! Maida!" the bat yelled repeatedly.
As they went through the floor, they found themselves shooting through some strange water filled trench.
And after that some thorn covered one. On and on, the trench changed rapidly, sending them closer and closer to the empty cave, with some strange sphere in the middle, holes covering it all over, leading into different parts of the inside.
"Oh, here we go." The bat said as it was dragged through one of the holes, into a stone built room. The cylinder sent him crashing into the wall, as itself landed gracefully on a stone table.
"Yeah, that's definitely gonna hurt tomorrow." The Canadian bat said, rubbing where he hit the wall.
"Who dares enter my lair!" A loud, rather German sounding voice boomed.
"Oh dear." The bat began to quiver in fear for his life. 'How did I even get into this mess?' he thought to himself over and over again as he began to shiver with fear.
Well, here's your chapter 3. Sorry if it started to get suckish towards the end, I'm on a little bit of a writer's block and it is not fun. Not fun at all. So anyway, please review, and just something I felt I should mention, I do not own Hetalia! But pleeeaaase~ review!
