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Chapter 4: Agreements

"I-Ivan," Arthur breathed out, his eyes wide. "You-" Arthur was interrupted when Ivan hugged him, startling him a bit as the young boy leaned into his middle.

"Hmm, I miss this," Ivan whispered, his eyes closed and a genuinely warm smile lit his face.

Arthur smiled and hugged him back. Ivan looked up at him then, his eyes opened as he stared into Arthur's soft green ones while the older man rubbed his back in a calming manner. Than suddenly, Ivan began to choke and held a hand to his heart, as if in pain. His body fell and Ivan found his head resting on Arthur's lap.

"I-Ivan?" said Arthur, looking concerned.

Ivan smiled up at him and said, "I'm alright, Big Brother. Just... Getting used to things." He looked down at his still glowing chest and Arthur's eyes widened.

He began to unbutton Ivan's shirt just enough for him to remove parts of it to reveal the glowing, now purple, symbol on Ivan's chest.

He ignored the other symbol next to it though. The symbol was of a three leave clover with a crown at the top. To one side of it was a sunflower. On the bottom was a the clover was a three strips ribbon tied into a bow. The left over ribbons curved itself up to the top.

Not only that, but Arthur also disregarded the two cards laying face up next to Ivan. One was the card of the King of Clubs while the other was the tarot card number XV, "The Devil" card.

"Shadow-Hunter..." Arthur whispered, eyes wide with realization and he looked up at the still heavily breathing and sweating Ivan, who smiled sadly back at him.

"I'm sorry," said Ivan. "I kept it from you... The first time I met you, do you remember it, Big Brother?" Arthur blankly stared at him, but nodded, mute. "It was snowing than..." He rested his head on Arthur's stomach, a small fond smile on his face as his eyes stared off into the past that only he and Arthur could see. "You took me in. You looked after me... You, and later, Michelle as well. You both were so nice to me. So kind that I just didn't want you to know... That I have sinned."

"Ivan," Arthur hugged him, hiding his face behind Ivan's head. "It doesn't matter. I told you, it doesn't matter." He looked up and stared off into the distance as well. "I don't care that you sold your soul to Lucifer. I don't care for your bloodied past. Mine is not a white blanket either, after all." His eyes saddened over upon thinking back to what he had done in the past.

Ivan sat up and looked at Arthur. "Tell me, Big brother. Why are you not surprised?"

"You mean, why am I not surprised that you were a Shadow-Hunter and that you only came back to life through a contract with Lucifer because of the betrayal by those two brothers and not because she left you?" Arthur smiled. "That's because I had already guessed it the day I met you. Or do you not remember that, lad? That I too, have sinned just as much, if not greater, than you?"

Ivan looked up at him than, eyes wide, before looking at Arthur's chest and quickly unbuttoning his shirt only to find a different seal in green ink tattooed on Arthur's chest, right were his heart should be.

"Member of the Blackguard's magic guild..." Ivan's eyes widened and he fell back onto the bed. After a moment, he looked back up, his eyes still wide, and quietly asked, "Y-you made a contract with that Sorcerer? When? For how-?" Ivan's eyes widened in realization as that part of his memory came into being. "You're right... Your sin is... Something."

Arthur smirked and laughed at that. He said, "I'd rather call him a Cherisher Cat for tricking me into selling my soul to him and making me such an easy target for the Countries though." He reached out for Ivan and pulled him back into a hug, closing his eyes. "But... That was a long time ago..."

"... I see. The Bloody Red King Arthur... So that's why you were chosen as England," said Ivan, reflecting on his knowledge of the past. "Your life, before your soul was sold in return for your greatest wish granted, is similar to his history... Just as mine is to Russia and Alfred is to America..." Ivan's eyes widened. "Alfred... Too?"

Arthur smiled sadly before looking up and breathed in deeply. "Yes. Him too... And I see you've figured it out," he said, looking back down at Ivan. "How the countries choses their hosts. Their human personifications, I mean."

Ivan could only nod, his eyes blank. " Big brother," he said, still starring blankly forward. "How did you know?" Arthur looked at him. "How did you know, that I was Russia's chosen host? How do you know that I was the little boy you took care of long ago?"

Arthur smiled warmly and started humming a lullaby, a familiar lullaby, as he rocked Ivan back and forth. "I... Wasn't sure, at first... Since the first time I saw you, the first time we met as the personifications of countries, just like everyone else- or at least I think it was everyone else, can't be too sure with Alistair," he sighed. "I didn't remember. But when I did remember, I had wondered about it. A lot. And it was only proven today."

Ivan's eyes began to close and he fought to keep them open. "The Soviets is falling," he whispered, his eyes going soft and sad, but not remorseful. "I can feel it." Ivan shifted his body to face Arthur and cuddled into him. "Big Brother, stay with me for tonight? Or at least until I fall asleep? Please?"

Arthur smiled and said, "Of course. I'll be here till morning." And he went back to rocking and humming as Ivan fell asleep in his warm, loving arms.

The lone figure leaned on the door and sighed into the darkness of the night. He stared down at the black card lined in white in his hand, a frown on his face. Then he turned his head to staring at the icy floor before looking out the snowy window.

"Really," he said. "They should be more careful. They're lucky the property's huge, so there aren't any houses close by to be effected."

He let go of the card, causing it to disappear in a black and white smoke, before pushing himself off and walked toward the door next to the one he'd been leaning on. He was about to open it when the other door next to his cracked opened and the head of a young girl popped out.

"Peter?" she said, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"Wendy," said Peter. "Go back to bed. It's late."

Wendy nodded her head, still sleepy. "I know, but it's cold, Peter. My room is cold, so I was wondering if I could sleep in yours?"

Peter's gaze shifted to the side and, biting his lips as he thought about it, sighed. He let go of the doorknob and walked over to Wendy.

"Well," he said. "My room is most likely worse than yours is, since it was just snowing a moment ago, and the ice is still here." He looked down at the misty cold floor that had a bit of ice creeping up. "Why don't we sleep in your room instead, Win? It's probably warmer."

Wendy sleepily nodded. "Hmm," she agreed. "But we can't let d-Arthur find out... He'll kill us both, even if we are children... His children..."

Peter stopped in his track of leading the sleeping Wendy into her room, his eyes wide. "Good point," he cussed quietly under his breath. "Let's go to his room than. We can keep Michelle company. The Jerk can't kill us if we're with her."

Wendy nodded and let Peter lead her toward the stairs and down to the master bedroom located on the first floor.

"Where's Arthur anyways?" she sleepily asked, trying hard not to fall asleep in Peter's arms. "Was he called away again?"

"No," Peter replied, looking back to the door at the end of the hallway. "He's still here." He brought his head back around. "Just sleeping in a different room."

"Did they have a fight than?"

Peter let out a small laugh. "Oh please no," he said. "The last time that happened..." He shook his head at the memory. "No. If they did, we would've heard."

"True..." She drifted off to sleep and Peter smiled before lifting her up and carefully, and skillfully, made his way to the master bedroom just down the hall.

Peter opened the door carefully, Wendy still sleeping soundlessly in his arms, and stepped into the warm room, closing the door quietly behind him. He moved toward the bed and placed Wendy down beside the still sleeping Michelle.

Upon feeling the added warmth next to her, Michelle's eyes opened and she moved closer to her Wendy while Peter lied down on Wendy's other side, a small smile on his face.

"He's staying with Ivan, I take it?" Michelle spoke up before Peter's head hit the pillow.

"... Yes," Peter replied, laying his head down with a frown on his face and turning away from the two females.

Michelle opened her eyes back up when she heard the shifting of sheets and bounce of mattress. She stared at the back of Peter's blonde locks as Wendy moved closer to her warmth. Michelle brought a hand out from under the blankets and ran them down Peter's head, a warm smile on her face.

"Don't worry Peter," she said. "This doesn't mean he loves you any less."

Peter pulled the covers over his head, away from Michelle's all too knowing gaze, and quietly whispered to himself, "I hope so..." And he closed his eyes, hoping sleep would soon claim him.

Michelle smiled and rested her hand atop the mattress, stretching them so it'd at lest reach Peter's distant form. Closing her eyes, she hoped he doesn't fall off in his loneliness and absence of Arthur's presence.

The next morning found the people living in the Kirkland household in London having a light breakfast together. Everything seemed alright, Ivan was happy, Dylan was happy, Wendy was cheery, and Arthur went on as usual. However, he had to frown at the child sitting farthest away from him, the child whom Michelle was also eyeing with worry.

Peter, sitting the farthest away, seemed to be the only gloom and doomed in the room. He was picking at his food, his head held low, and it was driving Arthur mad at his rude behavior.

"Peter, stopping picking at your food and finish your breakfast, lad," he ordered. "Vegetables are good for you."

Peter did not reply, but had glared up at Arthur before returning his gaze back to his food and started eating the peas.

Arthur's eyes narrowed. "What is wrong with you today, boy?" he asked. "You're unusually quiet."

"Nothing," said Peter, never once picking his head up to look at anyone.

Arthur narrowed his eyes at the boy and continued to stare at him. Silence befall the family as they gazed from Pete to Arthur. Wendy tried to break it by elbowing Peter, but that only got him to glance up at her for a moment before picking up his fork again. Ivan seemed confused, wondering what was wrong with his new little friend.

Michelle looked pleadingly to Dylan, who caught her eye and noticed how she kept glancing wearily at Arthur. Understanding what she wanted him to do, Dylan smiled and turned toward his younger brother, who had a dark frown on his face.

"Arthur," he spoke up, bring his brother's attention to him. "Have you found a way to return Ivan to his former state yet?"

Ivan froze and before Arthur could say anything, it began to snow and the room became covered with it. Michelle, not used to such climate, shook and held onto herself. When it became impossible to keep warm, she and Wendy ran out the room to find some jackets.

"Well," said Arthur, looking down at his plate pilled high with white snow. "This is interesting."

Ivan blushed and became shy. "Sorry," he said. "I-. It just... happened, Big Brother..."

Dylan quickly turned his head to look at Arthur. "Big Brother?" he asked. "Since when?"

Arthur glared at his shocked brother. "Oh don't act like your a fool, Dylan," he said. "I know you know it. In fact, I'm pretty sure everyone felt it last night. Ivan's Awakening, I mean. Just because I prevented the freeze from coming to our side, shouldn't mean you didn't feel it. Even Michelle stirred a bit last night."

Ivan blushed sheepishly and tried to disappear into his chair, muttering out another apology.

Dylan breathed out a heavy breath. "You're right," he said, before turning to Ivan. "So what are you going to do now? It doesn't seem like he wants to return, now does it?"

"Da," Ivan agreed. "If possibly, I like to not go back to the Soviets' hands." He looked pleadingly at Arthur, who had to turn his gaze away from those adorable purple eyes. "Please let me stay, Big Brother."

Arthur sighed. "I can't, Ivan," he said. "You know I can't. Russia needs you."

"No he doesn't," Ivan argued. "He and my people- his people, have been fine without me. They always make decisions without my consent. Even the killing of..." His eyes saddened over thinking of the memory. He sighed and took a deep breath. "They'll be fine. My only use to them is to be a tool for killing or a trophy to win over and show off to others just so they could hold authorities within the countries, da. To them anyways, I'm not even a person with heart and feelings. I don't want to return to that cold place da. Not yet. So please, Big Brother. Won't you let me stay?"

Seeing that Arthur seemed determined to not look Ivan's way, nor change his mind, tears willed up in Ivan's eyes. "I won't change back," he said. "I refuse!" The intensity of his words hit everyone in the room and the wind almost blew them off their bearings. Dylan actually fell of his seat since he was the closest to Ivan, Peter's chair just stood on two legs as he managed to grab onto the table in time, and Arthur actually had to stand up as his chair fell over.

"Ivan!" he shouted out, quitting the raging storm in the room.

The tears fell down his face as Ivan looked up at Arthur's harden gaze. Seeing this, Arthur's eyes wavered for a bit, but he stayed strong to his cause. When he saw Arthur's gaze move away from his, Ivan let out a muffled sound and Arthur only closed his eyes and he focused on melting the snow without causing a mess and tried to bring the room's temperature back to normal.

"I see," Ivan dropped his head, tears still flowing down his cheeks. "So you don't want me after all." He moved toward the door and Arthur tried to say something, but held himself back, his eyes hurt and sad.

"Now, Artie," Dylan picked himself up off the floor. "Surely you're not going to let Ivan go like that, are you? Because of what he just said, he won't be turning back into his adult form until he could regain control of his powers again. And we all know from experience that that could take a while, right Arthur?" Arthur looked away form his brother's narrowed gaze, his face troubled and his fist clenched. "Surely you do not wish for him to regain control the painful way, do you?" Dylan studied his brother's actions. "Or would you rather have him go and risk his powers getting out of control and doing who knows what? We all know that he can not die, but what if he accidently kills his people? What if he kills Russia in his outburst? What will you do than, England?"

Outside, the sky turned gray.

Green eyes stared back at him, however this green eyes, Dylan knew, were not his brother's eyes. It was someone else using it. "Very clever, Dylan Kirkland," said England. " No wonder Wales chose you as his host." He closed his eyes. "Very well, than. Ivan may stay." Ivan smiled. "However," England glanced toward Ivan's small back. "He must go to Hogwarts." The fallen chair picked itself up and England sat down in it. "Harry Potter will be a first year this term. And I'm sure that all of you are familiar with these words already, however I will still say them anyways. Nothing is ever a coincidence. Arthur knows what to do. There is a reason I chose him to help me, after all." The man smiled and closed his eyes. When those eyes next opened, they were once again the eyes of Arthur Kirkland.

Arthur sighed and beckoned Ivan, who had turned around to look at him, to come back to his seat. Ivan smiled happily and skipped back to his original seat just as the girls reappeared and took their seats as well.

"Well, I suppose it was expected," said Arthur.

"So, I am going to Hogwarts, da?" asked Ivan.

"It would seem so," Arthur nodded. "You'll have to look after Harry Potter for me and report back on anything you find, though. I hope we are alright with this arrangement than?" Ivan nodded his head-

"No," Peter spoke up, bring everyone's attention to him.

"Peter?" Wendy spoke up, looking worried and a bit startled.

"No," Peter repeated, finally looking up. Arthur raised an eyebrow upon seeing the fire burning in the boy's eyes. Those burning blue eyes that brought back to many memories... Arthur's face darkened as he lowered them, shifting them away from Peter's.

"I'm not alright with it," continued Peter, his sight set. "I want to go too."

"No," Arthur automatically answered.

"Why not? I can pass off as an eleven-year-old, and you know that! So can't I go?!"

"You can't go because I said so, now stop whining!" Arthur shouted just as lightning stuck and the rain started pouring down.

Peter stood up, tears rolling down his cheeks. "YOU JERK!" he shouted, and quickly ran out the room.

"Peter!" Michelle called after him.

Wendy got up and followed the boy out and they heard the door slammed twice.

Arthur sighed and said, "Alright, Ivan, let's talk about you're paperwork."

Michelle looked back at Arthur, seeming furious. "Arthur!" she shouted. "Go after them!"

"Don't worry, they'll be find. Wendy took an umbrella with her. Now, about the paperwork-" Michelle ran out of the room.

"I will do them, Big Brother. You do not need to worry, just send them to me and I will find the time to look over them da. But I think you should-"

Michelle slammed her hand down on the table, right in front of Arthur, and interrupted Ivan. Arthur looked up to face her furious gaze. "Go. After. Them," she ordered, holding the umbrella up to Arthur's face. "It's thundering out there and they are still small children, barely old enough by our standards. So go after them. NOW, Arthur." The two of them glared at each other for a moment before Arthur grabbed the umbrella and walked out, looking none too please.

Michelle closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, her cheery smile was back upon her face and she asked, "Now, who wants tea?"

Dylan smirked and stood up, picking up his and Arthur's plates and glass. "I'll get the pastries ready." Michelle nodded as picked up hers and Wendy's plates and glass. "Ivan, help us clean the table and set up the family room for desert, please," he said.

Ivan smiled. "Da," he said, and followed after Dylan, taking his and Peter's plates and glass with him.

Peter ran out into the rain and stopped just before he got to the front gate of the large mansion. He cried into the heavens and let the rain be his comfort. After a moment of crying alone, a red umbrella appeared to block him from the rain and Peter found Wendy standing behind him, a frown on her face.

"Peter," she worriedly said.

Peter stared into her eyes for a moment before suddenly hugging her tight. "Wendy," he sobbed out. "Wendy. Wendy-wendy-wendy-wendy-wendy!"

Wendy rubbed his backs. "That's right. Cry all you want, Peter. Let it out. Let it all out."

"... I just want to help him," said Peter. "Why can't he understand that?"

"Peter, you know Arthur-"

"I know! I know how much he was hurt by Alfred, Wendy, I know. But why can't he ever look past that and give me a chance? Why? Does he not love me? Does he not care for me too? Why? Why can't he see it? I'm trying so hard to get his attention, Win, I really am! But why can't he ever see that? What must I do to get him to look my way?! What must I do for Arthur to let me help him for once?!" He sobbed some more.

"Last time..." Peter continued. "Last time, he was bleeding, Win. Your weren't here, than, but I saw it. He was coughing up so much blood and he looked dead pale. I was so scared, Wendy." He looked up at her, his eyes full of tears. "I couldn't do anything for him than. Even when I was right there, by his side! But I couldn't do anything. And it hurt! It hurt! It was painful to watch. He was coughing up so much blood, and than kept on fainting from it all. But he still pushed himself to work. He worked until Alistair came and made him stay home. He wanted to send me away too. Just as he did you, and Michelle. But I refused to leave and go to Denmark... Sometimes, he would scream out in so much agony and cry out all through the night. And there was nothing I could do for him. Nothing! And now. Now, there is something I could do, but he won't let me help! He still won't let me do anything, Wendy. He doesn't trust me... Not at all..." Peter lean on Wendy's shoulder.

"Oh, Peter," said Wendy,gazing down at the boy's lumped form.

"It's not that I don't trust you," a voice spoke up from behind Wendy.

Peter looked up and Wendy turned her head around to face the man behind them, both looking startled. Arthur was standing in the rain, holding up a dark blue umbrella and looking down at Peter. He smiled and stepped closer, causing Peter to step back in cation.

Arthur let out a laugh and reached for the shaking boy. He firmly placed his hand on Peter's shoulder and said, "It's not that I don't trust you, Peter. It's just that I'm worried." Peter looked startled and Wendy could only smiled, having already known this much. "I'm worried that something might happen to you... and that I might lose you. That we might lose you. And you know Michelle, Peter. Surely you wouldn't want to put her through such a thing, now would you, lad?"

Peter stared up into his eyes, searching for any sighs of a lie and found none. "But it's not dangerous, though. The place I'm going to, I mean," he argued. "After all, it's Hogwarts, Arthur, Hogwarts. And Ivan will be there with me as well. I'll be safe. So please, let me go?" Arthur seemed reluctant to agreed.

"He'll be out of your hair for a while, if you let him go, Arthur," Dylan said, coming up from behind him with a dark green umbrella in hand. "Just think about it, he won't be bothering you for an entire semester. A semester free of Peter Kirkland, Arthur."

"Hmm. That's true," Arthur thought about it. "Alright, lad." He looked at Peter. "You may go."

"YES!" Peter shouted out in victory and ran up to hug Dylan. "Thank you, uncle Dylan!" Dylan smiled and hugged him back.

"Hey, I was the one who gave you the permission!"

"So?" Peter stuck his tong out at him.

"Why you little-!"

"Does that mean I can go too, Arthur?" Wendy stepped in front of Arthur, stopping him from going after Peter, who was running back to the house with Dylan.

"Wendy..." Arthur stared into her brow eyes, the same brown eyes that belonged to the woman he could not resist. Arthur looked away. "You're returning to Australia in five days, love."

"But I want to go!" Wendy stumped her foot and Arthur knew he couldn't get out of this. But he also must return Wendy to Australia as promised.

"Sweety, you know I can't-" He made the mistake of looking back at her eyes. Arthur sighed and crouched down to Wendy's level. "How about this, lass," he said, giving in and staring Wendy in the eye. "If you can convince Kyle (Australia) to let you go to Hogwarts, I will let you go. Next year. Alright?"

"But-"

"Next year, Wendy." His eyes was set and Wendy knew she could not argue for more.

"Alright." She gave in, looking away.

Arthur smiled and stood back up. "Good," he said. "Now how's about we get out of this rain and go have some tea, hmm? I'm sure Susy is waiting to have tea together. After all, a rabbit needs lots of love, or else they'll die." He held out a hand for her to take.

Upon the mention of her favorite pet rabbit, Wendy turned around to face Arthur.

"So, shall we go, my lady?" Wendy smiled and took Arthur had and the two walked back into the house.

Arthur knew he was going to have to make a call after this, as much as he hated it. And it had to be before tea, otherwise Michelle will certainly complain about him having too much tea in one day. And Arthur knew that after this phone call, he was going to need lots and lots of tea to get his mood back up.

"Hullo, Alistair."

"Weel, weel, weel. If it isnae wee (little) Artie. Whit ur ye callin' fur, loon (boy)?"

A tick mark appeared on Arthur's forehead for the nickname and for being addressed of as though he was a young child who knew nothing of the world, but he kept his anger in, just for this once. He needed this to succeed. "I... I need... I need a favor."

"Ohh, a favur ye say? Ur is it a helpin' hain ye pure (really) need, Wee Artie?"

He could see Alistair smirking on the other side of the line and Arthur cursed that Seamus, knowing somewhere deep in his heart that this would happen no matter what he said. Alistair always knew.

"Big brither knows best, Artie, ne'er forgit 'at. Noo, yer request? It's gonna cost ye, ye ken (know)?"

"I know that, you drunken scottish bastard." Let's face it, everyone knows that Alistair is usually always drunk and never quite sober. Otherwise, he won't have done all those things to Arthur and wouldn't still be doing them today. "Now hear me out. It has to do with one of my schools in your territory and the magic ministry..."

It's a bit late, but I apologize for the OOCness of the characters.

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