And this is what happens when stuff happens. Anyways there's a little game here for you. I have picked some things to symbolize something or someone else, there's three. So if you think you know what they are, leave in a review what the symbols are and what/who they represent! if your correct I will write a one-sot for you.

And I'm making it so then Ivan learns English faster then he should and i don't actually know who to teach anyone how to speak a different language, so please be nice there.

Anyways, ~ Enjoy~

Alfred woke up to his brother curled up next to him. The corner of his lips rose into a smile. He gently poked his brother's cheek once.

Then twice.

And a few more times.

"Stop it Alfie!" Matthew mumbled as he opened his eyes and smiled.

"Aww." Alfred pouted as he sat up and stretched.

"It's so much fun and soft!"

"I don't care, it's my cheek!" Matthew said in reply as he poked Alfred's cheek with a giggle. The two boys giggled as they tried to poke the others cheek. One of the maids came in with a plate full of pancakes for Matthew and a message for Alfred.

"Your father has been in contact with Alex's family regarding the sleep over tonight. Alex even requested you to go over early for lunch. Your father said that it was okay if you wished to go, but he wants you to talk with young Ivan after his lesson."

Matthew frowned.

Ivan.

His replacement.

"Why?" Alfred questioned, "He can't even speak English."

The maid sighed before setting up Matthew's breakfast table,

"That is why your father wants you to eat with him, so he can learn."

"He won't stay." Alfred said crossing his arms.

"But if you don't then you can't go to Alex's and that means you won't have a new story for me!" Matthew teared up, Alfred would always tell Matthew about his daily adventures no matter what. He wanted to draw a new story! Even if it meant that his brother had to interact with the enemy!

Alfred look into Matthew's eyes for a moment before sighing.

"Okay…but I don't have to like it." He said as his own little act of defiance as he stood up and smiled at his brother, "I'll tell you everything tomorrow!"

Matthew smiled, "okay, have fun with Alex and the boys Alfie!"

"I will!" Alfred promised as he hugged his brother and left to get changed.

~Ivan~

Ivan woke up with the sun kissing his nose. The sun was peeking through the curtains and Ivan smiled. He hoped today would be a good day. He had skimmed the books winter had given him, so he just needed to ask winter to help him say things. He got out of bed and changed into a comfortable tee-shirt and pants. He looked at himself in the mirror and quickly re-adjusted his scarf. It was his most prized possession. It was given top him before his sisters were taken in by another family. He hoped that they were okay.

He sighed as he grabbed his books and went for his first lesson with Wynter.

"Доброе Утро, или (Dobroye Utro, ili) 'Good Morning'." Winter said to Ivan as he sat down with his books.

Winter had already eaten as he enjoyed a morning cigar. He made sure that a second plate with breakfast had been left.

"G-Gut Moo…" Ivan tried to repeat with his teacher had said but his voice trailed off. He pouted as he took a small bite of his breakfast.

Wynter smiled, "Do not worry Ivan, I'll have you speaking English very soon!"

"Really?"

"Of course, now finish your breakfast and watch as I write the English alphabet." Wynter said as he grabbed a pencil and paper and wrote out both upper and lower case of each letter and said what they were.

"Aa, Bb, Cc, Dd-"

Ivan ate and watched Wynter's hand as it produced each letter as if by magic. Ivan soon finished his meal and moved it to the side as he started to trace the letters in his hand.

Wynter noticed Ivan playing his hands and asked him what he was doing.

"Nothing Wynter" Ivan said folding his hands on his lap.

"Nyet, you were doing something hands on the table and show me please."

Ivan nodded and placed his hands on the table and repeated the letters on his hand. He smiled when Wynter placed a large hand on his head.

"Good boy Ivan, you are trying to write the letters now, so why don't we try to do the same on paper." Wynter suggested as he gave Ivan the pencil and a new piece of paper.

Ivan nodded eager to please his teacher. He put the pencil to the paper and wrote down the letters, repeating what they were called in his mind. Once he finished he showed the paper to Wynter who looked at it and smiled. The letters were a little messy as a 6 year old writing is, but otherwise, Wynter knew he wasn't going to have that hard of a time teaching the Russian boy English.

The two of them enjoyed the outdoors as they worked. Ivan smiled whenever he got something right, and pouted when he was wrong. Wynter started to write basic sentences and explained their structure to Ivan to copy. He then explained terms such as noun, pronoun adjective and other literacy terms. He then told Ivan that he wanted him to look over his sentences and label them.

"Ivan, you have made remarkable progress for your first lesson. Do not hesitate to ask for me for assistance through the day if you get stuck on anything. And I believe that Master Alfred is looking for you now."

"But..."

"What?"

"He…He doesn't like me…" Ivan sniffed. He wanted to be friends but by Alfred's tone form the night before, Ivan didn't think that Alfred wanted to even be comrades.

Wynter sighed and patted Ivan's head once more.

"That is because he doesn't know you, introduce yourself as best as you can, and make your intentions clear, that you wish to be friends. A friendship will not start right away, but with some work, you two will be close friends."

"Yes Wynter." Ivan said as he said bye and went to find the blonde blue-eyed boy.

Alfred grabbed his blue ball and red ball with white stars. He walked out of his room and saw the other boy by the door. Gritting his teeth he called out.

"Ivan!"

Ivan heard his name, turned around to the voice and smiled. He raised his hand in greeting and did his best to say hello.

"H…all…o…Fredka*"

Alfred grimaced, "Hello Ivan. Do you want to play soccer?"

Ivan tilted his head to the side and frowned, He wasn't sure of the term 'soccer.'

Alfred quickly then explained noticing Ivan's confusion. He used small easy words. "We kick the ball into the goal. And one of us, tries to prevent the ball from getting into the goal. We switch when the ball goes in."

Ivan smiled and nodded, "Da-err, Yus…yees"

"Its y-e-s." Alfred helped Ivan as he lead Ivan to the field.

Once there, Alfred pointed at Ivan,

"You start in goal, you can grab the ball or block it, okay?"

Ivan nodded, with a smile, and he went to the goal post and waited.

Alfred dropped the ball and kicked it.

Their game had begun.

After about an hour Alfred collapsed on the ground exhausted. Ivan left his spot and picked the ball up and sat by him.

"You did a good job as a goalie Ivan." Alfred panted, giving Ivan the compliment. He had only been goalie a couple of times, however, he was sure that Ivan had let a few shots slip past him.

"Tank you Fredka." Ivan said, only slightly out of breath.

"Th. Ivan Th-ank you." Alfred corrected while smiling.

"Ah, is Thank you, yes?" Ivan said, putting slightly too much emphasize on the Th. He was close enough.

The two boys then went inside, for they both needed to shower.

Ivan, when he finished his shower and was dressed went for lunch. There sat his adoptive parents and Wynter who were half way through their meals. He smiled as a maid quickly set up his spot for lunch. He thanked the maid as he sat down, he was still happy from his progress with Fredka.

"Hello." He said to the others.

"Hello Ivan, I was just explaining to your parents your progress this morning." Wynter said with a smile.

"Oh, is much to learn." Ivan said, slightly emberreset.

"Tell me Ivan," Maxwell his adoptive father started.

"How was your time with Alfred?"

Ivan smiled and did his best to re-tell their game. He gave up at some points and spoke Russian for Wynter to translate when he couldn't figure out what to say.

His adoptive mother smiled and put her utensils down and got up. She walked to Ivan, her skirt swishing gently as she put her hands on Ivan's shoulders. "You did a very good job speaking Ivan! We are very proud of that and are glad that we took you home with us."

Ivan smiled, and blushed a darker shade of red when she gave his forehead a kiss. He wasn't used to affection.

She giggled and ruffled his hair before saying that she was going to make sure that Alfred was ready to go.

The three of them talked and asked Ivan occasional questions. Soon Ivan had finished his meal and excused himself so he could work on his sentences. He was at the base of the stair to head up to his room when he saw Alfred and his mother.

"I'm just worried, what if something happens!?"

"Your father and I will both be home, and we privately discussed with Alex family that you need to be close to a phone if need be."

"You promise to phone is something happen?"

"Of course."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow mom."

Ivan heard the door opening and closing.

'What could go wrong?' Ivan thought to himself. It wasn't like bad things happened all the time…right? Ivan shook his head and went upstairs to his room. He then sat down and worked on his homework. He had to skip a couple of things but he got most of it. He sighed and placed the pencil down and looked out the window. It was darker out, and he could see the sun setting. He decided to play with some of the small toys he had.

A broken toy soldier.

A ratty stuffed bear.

And a wooden bird that he had painted himself, to match a bald eagle.

"Fufufu, and the soldier fly's on the plan to rescue to bear!" Ivan said as he scooped the toys up and spun around smiling and giggling.

"Ivan, dinner!" Maxwell said as he opened the door to see Ivan smiling.

"Okay, Sir." Ivan says as he put the toys back with extreme care.

"Ivan? Your, eh, mother and I were wondering if you would like to watch a movie with us?"

Ivan didn't recognize one of the words. "Wondering?"

Maxwell quickly thought of an easy to understand definition of the word and explained it to Ivan as they started to walk to the living room.

Once Ivan understood what he was asking, he smile, "Yes please."

Maxwell laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

That diner, Ivan watched 'The Scarlet Flower*' with his new family and had hot dogs. He like them but didn't like the name. Even Wynter joined them for a short while. When the movie was over, Ivan yawned and told his new family that he was going to bed and that he enjoyed his evening with them.

So after a good night kiss from his new mom, winter escorted him back to his room, where Ivan asked a few questions about his work.

"Little Ivan, your English has greatly improved in a very short time. Do not worry if you don't get everything right away. Tomorrow we'll look at it and do any corrections and I'll help you get everything done."

Ivan smiled, "Thank you winter!"

Wynter nodded in reply and told him to go to bed and get some rest.

Ivan did just as he was told. He slid under the covers and close his eyes. He dream of making new friends and being happy.

However, he woke up needing a sip of water. So he got up and went in search of the kitchen. He wasn't sure where to go and ended up in a dark cool area of the house. He frowned as he looked around. It was clean but not used.

As he passed a certain door he heard quite sob and someone who sounded like they were in pain. He was about to investigate when he heard someone coming.

Hiding under a table to the side Ivan watched as the head Nurse and maid grumbled under her breath and entered the door. He stayed there, too scared to move and he didn't want to get caught! He waited until the nurse left.

"Sweet dreams young master." She whispered as she closed the door and locking it.

And of course. No matter how well-behaved a kid is, a lock door, a secret in a room and a key that falls out of the nurses pocket promise adventure. Ivan waits a few more minutes until he crawls out from under his hiding place and picks up the key.

The key entices him, tempts him and finally seduces him as he carefully inserts the key into the key hole and turns it.

What he doesn't expect to see is a sleeping golden sunflower.

And that's it! *Swipes sweat off brow* PLease fallow, Favoriet and leave a review!

* Fredka seems to be a common nickname for Alfred from Ivan

* The Scarlet Flower. A Russian film, I just haven't seen all of it as in i do Not own it

So, good luck in the game and I will see you all next time

~Meow~