:D FASTER UPDATE~! Yay time! Okay, anyway. My nephews pulled me out of writers block! Painfully! D: No really. They chased me all over our mountain trails! And then my step-brother brought out the fourwheeler! I WAS RUNNING FOR MY LIFE! *ahem*
Anyway... LOVE~!
Disclaimer: Bleeeeeeegh.
Warnings: Um. You see a glimpse of what I like to call southern!Alfred, there are long paragraphs about feeeeeeeeelings~, and the plot doesn't really advance at all!
"I've found you..."
Panic crippled him as Alfred stared into those familiar lilac eyes that spelled death. He was ensnared by the friendly smile that was pulled tight across the Russian man's lips. Alfred gulped and for once decided to calm down before running head first into action. What did this Braginsky guy want? Find that out first, Alfred, and maybe you'll get somewhere.
"Braginsky."
Smile still cracked, Ivan replied, "Are you ready to stop acting as a petulant child?"
That stung a bit. "No." Alfred wasn't going to give up without annoying the other first.
The smile darkened. "Then you leave me no choice." Ivan was quick as he snatched Alfred's arm and yanked him into the hallway, giving Alfred almost no time to react. As his door slammed shut behind him, Alfred's sense caught up with Ivan's and grabbed the hand that held his arm in a vice grip. Ivan's brows shot up in surprise as the slight American actually had the strength to stop him.
"I need questions answered before we get this show on the road." Alfred growled as he twisted in Ivan's grip and released himself.
"Be my guest." Alfred was very much starting to dislike the Russian's snide tone, not to mention his not-really-friendly-at-all friendly smile, and creepy aura.
"I will not be led to my death. What, exactly, were your boss's orders?" Alfred glared at the taller man as he simply raised a brow before answering.
"To bring you to the boss." Ivan was trying very much to be patient with the American but it was almost impossible, as Ivan was slightly nervous around those familiar sky-blue eyes and was on edge in the dimly lit hallway, who know what or whom could be lurking around the corner.
"And who is your boss?" Alfred grit his teeth in impatience. If the Russian gave him the wrong answer, he was prepared to fight tooth and nail to get away.
Ivan cast a glance down the hallway before softly breathing out the name. "Don Vargas."
Alfred's muscles tensed before relaxing completely. He started to laugh in relief as the name Vargas finally registered.
"Oh God! I thought you were here to kill me! I totally thought I was gonna have to run! Ha ha! But, but, you were sent by Grandpa Roma? Oh my God! Ha!"
Ivan stood there, nonplussed, as the American laughed a bit too loudly. The laugh, for some odd reason, calmed him just a bit and it pissed him off!
Ivan sighed before rubbing his temples, "Let me finish my mission, Da? The Don wishes to make sure you are safe. He wishes to see your presence."
Alfred smiled, relieved. "Then let's giddy on up, big fella!"
Alfred kicked his feet back and forth restlessly in the taxi. Ivan crossed his arms. Alfred had an amicable smile plastered across his face. Ivan scowled. Alfred was nervous, relieved, anxious, curious, and mildly upset all at the same time. Ivan was annoyed.
Alfred decided it was best to stare out at the city lights instead of the very handsome Russian man that was very irritated that sat beside him. He just couldn't help but think that there was something familiar about him. It brought back vague memories. Memories of a darker time that he could barely recall. Although there was something comforting about Ivan's lilac eyes, he couldn't help but feel extremely uncomfortable around Ivan. He was usually a very confident person, despite his numerous insecurities, but he just couldn't do anything but squirm and blush when he thought about how hot Ivan was. Nor could he do anything but flinch when those eyes brought back painful memories.
His eyes tore from the glittering lights and flashing signs to stare dejectedly at his fingers, smile slipping into a frown. He remembered those needles. The pain. The scars and the beatings. His fingers clenched into a fist. He was toned, sure, and he was muscular in a thin kind of way, but he wasn't weak. They said he was though. The bullies at school would target him, mostly because they couldn't stand how cheerful he was and they thought he didn't have the strength to fight back. But he did. All because of those needles. That pain. He never once fought back. He was afraid he would hurt someone. He did once... Matthew, his little twin brother. It had been an accident. But there had been so much blood... He was supposed to be the hero! He hurt the people he was trying to protect. He was a monster. He was a failure. Nobody could love him. Nobody could like him. Alfred brought a hand up to the window and pressed himself closer to the door.
Ivan was almost concerned when the other's annoying kicking stopped. Almost. He was a bit too pissed at the American to be concerned. It was his job to find Alfred and he made it difficult enough and then the other laughed at him! Laughed for doing his job! A job he very much needed to do right. If he had failed... Don Vargas may be forgiving, but Ivan would lose credit. And he couldn't afford that. Ivan's scowl lessened just a tad as he glanced over and noticed the other's posture. Small and desolate. There was something that was seriously bothering the blonde. Jones had looked like this before, when Ivan had spotted him among the crowd. It had been a brief glance, as then Jones had just been another stranger. He had seemed so lost. Not just directionally, but emotionally. Then, a few moments later, he had felt a bump against his chest, only to find the lost looking sunny blonde had run into him. The look of confusion on the other's face had almost been... cute.
Even now, the other was, for lack of a better word, cute. Like a lost puppy. Jones was a handsome young man, a young adult fresh from high school ready to take on college. But the look he held when lost made him seem so much younger. But these were all times when he thought no one was looking. Almost rare. After the confusion had cleared, a bright smile that almost took Ivan's breath away had graced the other's face. It had been genuine. Not like the smile he had used when they had first entered the taxi. Jones stood straight and tall, confident. He had hidden strength. Ivan let his head fall back against the seat. Alfred F. Jones was a very perplexing man.
Ivan sighed and shook his head from such thoughts. He had to be ready and prepared. What if the enemy spotted them in the taxi? He was low enough on the chain to be replaceable, but high enough to be recognized and considered a threat. They were in the Chinese territory after all. They wouldn't know the importance of Jones and would therefore gun him down without a thought. This bothered Ivan for some odd reason.
Finally, to the relief of both men, the taxi arrived at their destination.
Song: Haru Mamburu by Nogu Svelo
:D Soooooo... Any questions? Alright. Some notes then...
:| I changed the song and thus the title of the last chapter. Just sayin.
Southern!Alfred- America is almost always depicted as an American from the north, specifically the east coast. Occasionally, he'll have the little tick that when he gets nervous, upset, frustrated, angry, ect. then he'll slip into a southern accent. I'm perfectly fine with that. It makes more sense even. Seeing as the states that make up the northern east coast were the thirteen original colonies, it makes sense since that was probably where he was "born." But in my story, he's from the south. Because I want him to be. Let's also blame it on the fact that I'm from the south, still live in the south, and have never ventured very far from the south. Only one thing. Have any of you noticed that I never specifically mention where they live/lived?
Which brings me to my next note:
Anyone wanna guess? Two hints!
Hint one: I live in this state! (Have I ever mentioned where I live? I don't know if I have or not... Kudos to you if I have and you find it!)
Hint two: It's NOT TEXAS! *miffed* Texas gets ALL the recognition! *pout* We're frickin invisible! I FEEL YOU MATTIE!
There's only ONE rule: ANNI IS NOT ALLOWED TO GUESS. You live down the road! OBVIOUSLY YOU KNOW WHERE I LIVE. IN SPECIFICS. IT'S SCARY. (Sorry, but it's cheating! Em-chan isn't allowed either. Or anyone else that knows me personally!)
If no one guesses by next chapter then I'll post another hint! Oh!
THE WINNER GETS A ONESHOT! It can include any pairings I can stomache writting... the list of which is on my profile... or have no pairings at all! It doesn't even have to be Hetalia! But it must be something I know. In any case... Your choice!
Anyway! Enough of this REALLY looooooooong A/N. :D LEAVE MY ONE OF YOUR WONDERFUL REVIEWS.
~ Gilly B.
