Study Abroad

Rating: T

Summary: College!AU It was just a bus stop, he thought, nothing really extraordinary about it. He was just using it to get to his brother. So it came as a surprise when he found a hot Russian, at said bus stop, asking him for directions to his campus. If he knew he wouldn't look like a deranged maniac, he would hug that bus stop. RusAme

BrooklynBabbii

.:Chapter Four:.

When Ivan opened his mouth to sing, the music was already playing in the background from some speakers hidden somewhere, but Alfred found he could actually care less. He was more focused on the being in the center of the field, about to sing.

For some reason, he felt a twinge of color rise to his cheeks, as he thought about it. He was going to feel really embarrassed if it was a love song. He really hoped it was some nice and upbeat song. Something, he could easily say wasn't connected to him in any shape or form.

Yeah…he hoped so.

His hopes were crushed with a sledgehammer by a midget.

"Well, well, well," Ivan began, his violet eyes seeming to darken slightly from Alfred's seat, if he was seeing right. The Russian actor continued, "Hmm-whoa."

Oh shit, the American thought, as he thought he recognized the music. Ivan was already singing. He risked a look to his side, and saw his brother swaying softly. Everyone was swaying. Even Gilbert, who he could have sworn, only seemed to listen to metal and alternative music.

Ivan continued, just as Alfred looked back. "Siting at the light, she pulled up at my right. Looking in the mirror, to make sure her shit was tight." Alfred blinked, a smile twitching at his face, but nonetheless it wasn't from anger or nervousness. He just really, really, really wanted to dance.

He was sure that Ivan knew this, just as the other kept singing. "I know she felt me watching, but was scared to look my way. I know she wants to look, but I think I got her shook."

Alfred felt heat rise to his face, as he thought he felt eyes begin to turn to him. But he couldn't help but to sway, to smile a little more. Ivan had a great voice, he would give him that. He thought he heard his brother, Mathew say, "I told you that you would enjoy yourself."

Psh, whatever you say, you Canadian bacon, Alfred thought. His eyes slid closed, as he continued to sway on his own. He was sure that others were doing the same as him. I mean, who wouldn't be? Ivan had a really great voice.

"Under pressure, don't know want to do," Ivan sang, as he seemed to look everywhere, but at the very person he seemed to be singing for. He had to maintain appearances, after all. "She's got two cuties with her, and I got my peoples too. She put it in once, then a gun, and made a U. Looked inside, gave me a smile, and she flew."

Alfred continued to sway, his mind able to picture it in his head. Not with him, totally not, Ivan couldn't possibly want someone like him. Not if everyone else's opinion of him mattered or were taken into consideration. Plus, the guy was a superstar. Why would he want a science geek in the space program?

….He could dream, right?

So long, as those dreams don't turn into wet dreams, his skanky American side whispered in his ear. Feeling his cheeks warm slightly, Alfred tried to pay more attention to Ivan's voice, and not what he thought lied under the clothes he was wearing. Particularly the pants, Ivan looked like he had big feet. What did they say about guys with big feet?

…Shit, he was already going to bad places in his mind.

"Tell me which way did she go?" Ivan continued to sing. He turned slightly, as if to look around for a face in the crowd, as he sang, "Pretty young thing with a cheetah-ass form. Love was so big and had me open from the door." A certain look came over his eyes, as he turned back to face the main portion of the crowd, in Alfred's direction, "Tell me have you seen her?"

"Oh, he's right here," Arthur said quietly to their group. His friends giggled, and Mathew nudged Alfred in the ribs. Said American just tried to cover his warming face, and gave his brother a look that said: "I-will-fuck-you-up, if-you-do-that-ever-again."

Meanwhile, Ivan continued to sing, "She had a smile I couldn't forget." Alfred felt his face grow hotter, as Francis made cat calls, and his friends kept giggling. Alfred was beginning to wonder if him going to the game was only a ploy for them to poke fun of him in every lyric. Alfred tried to tune them out, to hear the rest of the song.

Ivan's voice and the microphone helped to tune the others out, "Shining brighter than the flawless piece around her neck. That girl was so fine; I just gotta make her mine. Tell me have you seen her? (Have you seen her?)"

Alfred looked down, and found he was in fact wearing a piece of jewelry around his neck. A thin, gold chain around his neck, but he was one he seldom remembered he still carried. It was one of the few things he had from his dad. He didn't know why he wore it, other than to feel close to home, while he was away. Which was most of the time.

Ivan's incredible song voice helped to dispel the thoughts of home and horses, "It's been a while now, and I'm steadily on the case. Everyday I'm looking for her face. It's like a dream to me, and I gotta make it real. Gotta let her know just how I feel."

Alfred felt a small smile come to his face, and he heard his friends/brother all make certain and individual sounds at the image. Ivan was looking their way again, and he was holding out his hand. Luckily, before Alfred could feel awkward about going over to take it, his brother nudged him again and winked. Alfred tried to smile back, but Ivan's voice pulled him back.

"Now there she goes again, driving by," Ivan blinked, and Alfred recalled one day on his way to class. He thought he had seen someone, so he pretended to hear someone calling him and ran faster. In reality, no one called him, and he was about a few minutes early to class. Not that his professor cared, Hell no, that guy just looked up and asked where was the fire. Smart ass science professor, fuck his couch.

"I hit my horn," Ivan sang, as Alfred turned his gaze back to the Russian actor, "and she throws her wings on high. I put my joint in gear, and I try to give chase. She disappears again without a trace."

While his mind was trying to distract him with the thought of when he had figuratively acquired wings –Had Ivan indirectly called him/whatever-chick-he-was-talking-about an Angel? – Everyone else was listening to the Russian actor continue. "I gotta find her, where did you go, babe? (Hmm) Listen, girl you seem to think you have got away from me. Got me looking for you in all these busy streets; I must admit I got it bad for you. It's just a little taste of all the things I'll do for you."

Alfred silently wondered if he could keep up this little cat-and-mouse game with the Russian actor. Would Ivan get bored with him? Maybe angry that he was ruining his image or lowering his standards. Or would he be angry that the media claimed Alfred was his whore, when in reality, Alfred hadn't even thought to stop running to even think about putting out?

What was up with people and thinking he was sleazy? Alfred was not sleazy. He just had a couple of girlfriends, a few boyfriends, and then a couple flings and night stands. He was totally not sleazy. He wasn't drunk, when he went out or slept with these people. He was usually sober.

Except that one time where he woke up at Gilbert's place… that was awkward. At least they both promised to forget about it, and not tell Mathew. But that was beside the main point, that he was trying to make. When he looked back on them, he didn't think of himself as a loose guy. But did those flings and whatever prove that he wasn't sleazy, right? He just got a lot of attention as a blonde…right?

…That made it worse, didn't it? His skanky American side was probably having a field day.

"Tell me which way did she go?" Ivan asked, near the ending, as he pretended to look around again. "Pretty young thing with a cheetah-ass form; love was so big and had me open from the door. Tell me have you seen her?" Alfred snapped back from his thoughts, blinking back thoughts of seeing Ivan with a pair of dark leather pants and trying to play as a Devil, as he realized the music was dying down.

At the end of the song, Alfred just the little bit guilty for avoiding the guy. Not to mention his skanky American side was yelling at him for putting a fine piece of ass through so much. Wait. What did he just call Ivan?

His face was growing brighter, with added second of his inner turmoil, and somehow he had missed the opening of the second song. But he sure didn't miss what was just said.

"If you want to *beep* me, I won't say no," Ivan seemed to smirk, as he made a casual shrug. That grin could leave a woman breathless. Which it was, some girls were swooning in their seats. "T-t-touchin' on my, while I'm touching on your *beep* You know that we are gonna *beep* 'Cause I don't give a *beep*."

You bet your ass, we are, his skanky American said. Alfred didn't even bother to snap at it, this time. It was Alfred's favorite song. How Ivan knew, he didn't really know. But if he had to take a guess, he would say Mattie snuck to him somehow. Alfred wouldn't doubt his brother. The young man was capable of nearly everything.

Needless to say that while Alfred and a good portion of the crowd present were dancing, that Elizabeta was doing her weird laugh, Arthur was smirking and Francis had his French horn-laugh going. Mathew…Alfred tried not to look. But he had to say anything; he would say the boy was just smug.

Yeah, he was dead, when they got back home. But wait, there's more!

Far too into the moment, Alfred barely noticed when a hush settled over his section, besides a few camera sounds and a couple of squeals –If he didn't know any better, he'd say that one fo those squeals sounded like Elizabeta's… – Alfred didn't notice until the last minute that someone was behind him.

"Miss me?" There were pair of violet eyes looking into his own; a pale hand was grasping the chair beside his. Mathew was right next to Gilbert now, and looking far too smug. Elizabeta had that weird smile, and was holding her camera ready to take pictures. Arthur was holding his phone ready for pictures, and Francis was smiling knowingly.

Before Alfred could come up with a response that said he totally hadn't, in a cool way, Gilbert replied: "I'm sure his ass did."

YES. THEY SHALL ALL DIE.

Song(s):

"Have You Seen Her?" by Donell Jones.

"Touchin On My" by 3Oh3!

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I can't thank you all enough for remaining with me for so long, despite how long I've been gone from FFnet. I am so sorry, but some asshole/bastardia stole my flash drive from my purse. I lost all of my FFnet work, my character profiles, and EVERYTHING.

So, I've been busting my ass after class and work to get everything back. I had to go to FFnet and copy back from what I had already posted, and then pray I could remember everything so I could at least get my ending right for all my stories. (All my stories were near finished on my flash drive.)

Again, thank you all for still being here, I can't thank you enough. I hope this update at least made some people smile. Gott knows my hands were cramping up after I finished this and another story's update. v.v

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On another note, what ya'll know about dem 90s songs? *DERP FACE* Yeah, that DJ song is from '99, I think, I loved that song while I was growing up. *sigh* I miss when music wasn't pure ass and drugs and dancing until 3 AM.

Ah well, shake that ass, watch yourself! Shake that ass, show me what ya workin' with! XD (If you know that song, I love you.)

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