Ivan frowned."Maybe we can come here when things blow over. For now, ve are stuck." Alfred turned to look at Ivan. "Okay, okay. Jeeze, you are almost as bad as Roderich or Arthur. You can't let anyone have fun." Ivan grunted and turned back to the fire. Alfred rolled his eyes. A loud grumbling was heard and Ivan looked up at Alfred. Alfred smiled sheepishly and said," Hey, when's dinner ready?" Ivan shook his head and tossed a fish in Alfred's direction. The fish flew through the air (Heh… Flying fish) and landed right in the middle of Alfred's face. Alfred jumped up and started spazzing out. "HOT! HOT! HOT!" he screamed. Finally he let it fall to the ground. A fish shaped red mark trailed down Alfred's face. Alfred fell to his hands and knees and he sniffed the fish like he was a dog. Slowly, he took a bite out of it. "Mmmmm… Great job Ruski!" Ivan sighed. "Thanks, I guess." Suddenly a loud crash of thunder was heard. Ivan jumped about a foot in the air and he landed on top of Alfred. "Really Dude? Really?" Ivan laughed nervously and said," Thunder make scary. Thunder make bang-bang!" Alfred laughed pushed Ivan off. 'Blackmail…' he thought.

Somewhere in the Middle of the Atlantic Ocean…

That very pissed off Russian was, by the way, holding his faucet pipe out, ready to swing at anyone who pissed him off even more. Alfred let out a whimper as Ivan picked him up by his hair. Suddenly their faces were really close. "You're lucky than most." Alfred felt Ivan's breath on his face. "Most people usually don't come back alive." Alfred gulped. Ivan glared and threw Alfred onto the bed. "You make me sick." He sneered. Alfred said nothing as Ivan started to drag him out the room. Ivan dragged him out onto the deck and bent down to pick up the rope used to tie him to the flag pole. Alfred squirmed at the sight of the metal rod. "Be still!" Ivan commanded. Alfred immediately went limp.

Alfred didn't know what to do. His mind screamed at him to run, to move, to do anything. His body didn't respond to what his brain was saying. His arms felt like lead weights. Ivan smirked as he shoved Alfred against the wall. He turned Alfred around and looked for them hem of his boxers. Ivan pulled upward, proceeding to give Alfred a wedgie. He hooked the rope into Alfred's boxers and started to tug on the rope, causing Alfred to fly upwards towards the top of the pole. Alfred screeched like a banshee when he reached the top. Ivan laughed evilly as he let Alfred hang there, the late night breeze waving him like a flag. (Tehee…)

Ivan walked into the bedroom and passed out, same as Alfred. As he slept, he dreamt of many things. But I would like to share a specific dream with you…

Ivan's Dream

Ivan walked through a garden of bright yellow sunflowers. A golden light emanated from their soft petals. Ivan looked up at the sky, expecting to be blinded by the Sun. Instead he was met with a pearly gray ocean. Ivan looked back down at the sunflowers. Ivan plucked one from its stem and twirled it between his fingers. Ivan stroked the petals. Their golden light rubbed off on Ivan's fingers. Puzzled, Ivan set down the flower and stared at his fingers. They were stained gold. "Weird… Why are my fingers turning gold from the sunflowers?" Ivan closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened his eyes back up, he screamed.

The flowers were all dead. Their brown petals were stained with blood and the sky was no longer gray. Instead it was blood red. An unholy scream echoed through the valley of dead sunflowers. Ivan looked up from his fingers now stained with blood instead of golden sunflower essence. A little girl dashed across the valley. Suddenly she fell. Ivan sprinted to where her body lay. The girl lay there, motionless. Ivan started to sob. "Ivan…" Ivan looked at the girl. "Ivan, the truth is what you seek, da?" Ivan nodded. "Look for the twin seas of sapphire. Beneath them lies the truth…" Ivan bit his lip and stared at the little girl as she died in his arms. When she took her last breath, her body disappeared. Ivan choked back a sob. He stood up and walked away, looking for a place other than the valley.

As he walked, he bumped into a girl in a pink overcoat holding a shovel and wearing an ushanka. "Privet." She said in a heavy Russian accent. Ivan looked at her. "Privet. Um, who are you?" The girl rolled her eyes. "I'm your feminine side. You can call me Vanya. Ivan frowned. "That's my name…" Vanya rolled her eyes and said," So? It's not a big deal." Ivan made a noise in the back of his throat. Vanya smiled and said," I'm the reason you can sing, cook, clean, do laundry, etc. You know, girl stuff." Ivan smiled. "That is pretty useful." Vanya's smile grew wider as she said," If you ever need me, just call. I'll be right there. But for now, I have to go take care of your insane side. We here call him Ivan #2. He's made a real mess of Sunflower Valley, hasn't he?" Ivan only nodded. "Bye Ivan!" Vanya waved at Ivan's retreating figure. Vanya turned to look at the Valley. "Now to clean this up…"

Ivan smiled as he woke up. 'Vanya's real nice…" Ivan stifled a yawn and got up to go get Alfred down from the flagpole. Ivan walked past many crew members as he walked towards the deck. He said hi to all of them, even Gilbert who was still trying to hack into Ivan's email. Ivan walked to the base of the flagpole and started to pull on the rope. Alfred immediately came down after three or four tugs. "It's about time Ruski!" Ivan glared at Alfred. "Shut up." Alfred stuck his tongue out at Ivan. Ivan rolled his eyes and started to walk towards the kitchen. 'Mmmmm! I bet they're gonna' make chocolate chip pancakes today! I'll order Alfred's in the shape of a flag…'


Ha ha ha ha! Take that Alfred! Hope you like. If you review, I will give you a, uh... Kumajiro? Yes? No? Whatever...