I'd like to thank Peter is Pan, LellowOssapus, and mysterious person who doesn't have a name for reviewing! LellowOssapus, you were correct! Mysterious person, you made me laugh so I put the part about a shed in here! :D
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Ivan was in a very foul mood.
He had to deal with his older sister who was, in lack of better terms, having a complete and utter breakdown, and he also had to deal with a very distraught American shooting off so many questions that Ivan couldn't even figure out half of what he was asking. Ivan promised to himself that the next time he saw Gilbert he'd punch him in the face.
Ivan tried to reread the ransom note in his hand but suddenly there were blue eyes directly in his vision. The Russian idly thought that they were a very pretty shade of blue, much like the sky, but he was a little surprised that Alfred could have such a serious look on his face. "Ivan, what the hell is happening? Who is 'the Awesome Prussian'?" The American asked in a shaky tone.
The Russian sighed. "That would be Gilbert Weillschmidt. He's a rival DJ who works at the WKZY 106.9 and he hates me," he answered dully. Alfred made a confused and upset face. "I-I don't believe it!" The American declared. Ivan snorted. "Why? There are a lot of people who hate me," Ivan said and Alfred gave him a weak glare.
"No! I don't believe that Gilbert would do something like this!" Alfred said stubbornly and Ivan raised an eyebrow. "…You know Gilbert?" Ivan asked. Alfred nodded, but then shook his head. "I know him from listening to WKZY 106.9," the American admitted. Ivan gave him an annoyed look. He should have known that Alfred was basically on the opposing side.
Alfred looked at Ivan with impossibly huge and watery eyes and Ivan felt his previous annoyance fade. "Will Mattie be alright?" Alfred asked in a voice that sounded very small and childlike. Ivan frowned, his dislike of the albino steadily growing. "Well, I'm sure Gilbert won't hurt him…" Ivan informed.
Alfred gave him a look that clearly said that his answer was still unsatisfactory. Ivan opened his mouth to say more but was interrupted by a flustered Toris barging into the room with a phone in his hand. "Oh, um, Ivan? You have a call…" the brunet said. Ivan gave the phone a curious look. Who was calling him?
Ivan took the phone and held it up to his ear. "Hello?" He asked warily. Ivan was quite surprised when the person on the other end started talking.
"Oh, um, hello Ivan. This is Arthur Kirkland. I don't know if you remember me or not, but I own the Britannia Angel," a British voice said and Ivan was quite confused. "Yes, I remember…" the Russian mumbled and Arthur gave a slight sigh. Ivan wasn't sure if it was from relief or annoyance.
Arthur cleared his throat. "Right, well, I thought I should call you and inform you that Gilbert just ran in here with Antonio, Francis, and some poor lad who is tied up and Gilbert was screaming some nonsense about you and five meters," Arthur gave a huff, "Anyway, I have a feeling that bloody idiot is doing something illegal and I don't want it going on in my pub. So if you would please drop by and stop this nonsense…" the Brit said, trailing off.
"I'll be right over," Ivan said, hanging up the phone. He handed it back to Toris and noticed that all eyes were trained expectantly on him. The Russian gave them a slight smile. "I know where Matthew is."
***
Alfred was in a state of mental turmoil, really. He had always trusted his favorite station for news and information and pretty much everything they said was the truth. Not only that, the station had made him an enemy of Ivan and his station.
So really it was quite an upsetting thing to find out someone that had seemed decent, cool and even trustworthy would kidnap your little brother over a petty rivalry that didn't even involve you.
Alfred was sitting in the passenger seat of Ivan's car while said Russian was driving to the Britannia Angel. Ivan had told Katyusha to stay back at the station and continue the broadcast, and when she had tried to object, Ivan had said some things in Russian that had made both her and Toris look significantly paler. Had Alfred been less worried about Matthew, he would have found it suspicious.
"…Why did he call himself 'the Awesome Prussian'?" Alfred asked while fidgeting impatiently in his seat, obviously trying to distract himself. Ivan glanced over to him and then back to the road. "That is because when we were younger, he used to say that he hailed from Prussia. I used to make fun of him for saying that because Prussia isn't even a country anymore," the Russian said with one of his creepy smiles. Alfred gave an unimpressed snort and Ivan frowned slightly.
After driving for several minutes (which was mostly filled with a heavy silence and Alfred fidgeting until Ivan told him to stop), Ivan finally parked outside of a simple and British-looking pub. The sign in the front had "Britannia Angel" written in old English text and a simple neon sign in the window that read "Open".
The two quickly darted inside. Alfred noticed that the bar was quite empty except for a strangely familiar blond with even more familiar eyebrows who was wiping off the counter. The blond looked up at the new arrivals and gave them a half-smile. "Ah, Ivan. It's been a long time," he said in a very British accent. Alfred couldn't figure out why this guy seemed so familiar and he had a feeling that it would bug him until he figured it out.
Ivan gave the Brit a slight smile in return. "Indeed it has Arthur. It's quite a shame that we meet up again during a rescue mission," the Russian said with slight mirth and Arthur glared. "Rescue mission? That bloody twit! I wish he'd stop doing such stupid things. Gilbert, Antonio, and Francis are all in the back room. It should be unlocked. Take your time," Arthur said darkly.
Ivan smiled like he had a diabolical plot and headed towards the back room while Alfred followed close behind.
The Russian opened the door with ease and before Alfred got a good look at his brother's kidnappers, Ivan charged into the room and punched an albino square in the face. Soon the two started to brawl and a blond man cursed in French while a darker-haired one snoozed against a wall as if there wasn't a fight five feet away from him.
Alfred's eyes fell upon an upset Canadian who was sitting in a chair in a corner and Alfred swore that he'd never felt so relieved. "Matthew!" Alfred yelled, flinging himself on top of the younger blond. Matthew yelped and they fell into a heap on the floor.
The Frenchman walked over to the two and chuckled. "It certainly took you a while to get here, non?" He asked cheerfully and Alfred shot him a hateful glare. The other sibling, however, smiled slightly. "Better late than never, Francis. And it wasn't their fault," Matthew said. Alfred stared at his brother in shock. "Why are you being so nice to this guy? He helped to kidnap you!" Alfred shouted, causing both Francis and Matthew to flinch.
The Canadian recovered first and gave his brother a sheepish grin. "That's true, but that was mostly just Gilbert. Antonio and Francis just kind of went with it. Besides, Francis is the reason why you guys knew where to find me," Matthew said distractedly while watching Gilbert and Ivan fight with a frown on his face. He greatly disliked violence.
Alfred sent the Frenchman a questioning look and Francis smiled. "Well, I had to convince Gilbert to come here instead of the shed behind his house. I knew mon petit lapin would call Ivan," he said with a strange note of pride and fondness in his voice.
Alfred nodded and watched Ivan kick Gilbert while he was down (usually, the un-heroicness of that would upset the American, but he didn't really mind at the moment).
Soon, the Russian seemed content and stopped kicking the albino. He turned to the two siblings with a creepy smile on his face. "Let's go back and let moy sistra know that Matvey is okay, da?"
***
Natalia walked into her home prepared for a wonderful afternoon of admiring (and/or stalking) her older brother. She could honestly say that she hated school, since it kept her away from her dear brother. But, Ivan had wanted her to get a proper education, as he put it, so Natalia would gladly go to make him happy. Luckily, she was a senior and would soon graduate, giving her all the time in the world to spend with her brother.
"It was so awesome!" An annoying voice yelled from the break room. Natalia raised an eyebrow and listened to the commotion on the other side. "Ivan beat the crap outta that bastard and totally saved the day!" The annoyed voice shouted and Natalia frowned. Her brother had been in a fight? If he had one single hair out of place, she would gladly go and stab whoever would dare fight her older brother.
Another, calmer voice laughed lightly. "Does this mean that you think Ivan is a hero?" The calmer voice asked, clearly amused. There was a disbelieving snort. "Tch, no. I was just saying that he could be a hero if he wasn't already a, you know, villain," the annoying voice said, sounding like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
A third voice chuckled and Natalia instantly knew who it was. "You think I'm a villain, Alfred?" Ivan asked, sounding highly amused. Natalia gently nudged the door open and saw a sight that made her blood boil.
Ivan, her Ivan, was patting some blonde's head affectionately and actually smiling, like he was happy or something! Ivan was happy being around someone who wasn't her! Natalia growled low in her throat. She vowed that the blond, this Alfred person, would pay dearly and soon.
I can honestly say that I love writing in Belarus' perspective. She's so much fun! Anyway, I have a question: am I progressing too fast? It just feels like that to me. Also, I have a poll up in my profile if anyone wants to look at that.
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