hahaha i cna say i updated this thing last year since you know.. it was! LOL... *fails so hard* i know... ;; i suck~

well here's a little tease since i been gone and im motivating my slow butt to write this. this chapter is gonna be in two parts.. Alfy's part one and you all can guess what might happen in part two~. was planning on uploading this huge ass chapter with epic explosions and violence and scones.. but i fail.. so two parts it is! ...forgive me... ; ; i am not worthy of your eyeballs~

Alfred didn't know which was worse, living in Ivan's house or his sore as hell body. Biting his lip some he just nuzzled his face into the fluffed pillow he had his arms around. It smelled like sunflowers, snow and what was that other smell? He buried his face into the pillow as he inhaled deeply…Yup, that's what that smell was. Ivan's own personal pillow? Nope, he didn't want to smell that asshole.

Moving to push the pillow away he groaned as a pain shot up his arm. He was aching and sore all over, not to mention the asshole had him locked up in this hell house. Least Prussia and Lithuania was here, that was alright enough. Just moving to lean up he winced as he gazed down at his body, so many marks and bruises. He swore on the red, white and blue that he will get Ivan back for this.

Moving his feet off the bed, and instantly pulled them back up and buried them under the blanket. It was like being barefoot on a skating rink, frozen and cold as all hell. Just biting his lip some as he went looking around the room as he frowned. No slippers or even a pair of boots to use or anything. Growling some as he went moving to lean over an invade Ivan's dresser as he rummaged through it.

Frowning slightly as he noticed it was the Russian's underwear drawer he sneered. Managing to pull out a pair of red ones he couldn't help but look them over. For a man who hates the west, he does seem to enjoy boxers. Rolling his eyes some he put them back and went digging around before he found a pair of socks. Just moving to quietly slip them on as he blinked some and pouted. Ivan's feet were bigger then his own, that yeti...

Now having a barrier between his feet and the floor, he headed off to go explore the house. The eerie silence was bugging him to no end, he greatly disliked silence. It reminded him to much of the times when he was a colony. Staying awake in his room, all alone in the big, empty house England built for him.

Moving his way down the empty hallway he looked around, unlike Prussia's room. Ivan's side of the house looked to be in relatively good care, which surprised Alfred. Moving his hands behind his back, he gazed at the picture's hanging on the wall. Some looked like royalty, the others were of Russia's crazy sisters… just looking them over he couldn't help but feel something eerie in the air.

Looking away from a picture of Ukraine he looked down the hall and blinked. He could have sworn he felt like he was being watched or something. Which frankly creeped him out like mad he was sure Russia's house had gho-Nope he wasn't even going to finish that thought.

Continuing his way down, trying to figure out just how to get to the kitchen. Man he was starving, and he was hoping somebody was making food… He'd even go for that Borsht stuff again, that stuff made him feel all warm~

He turned the corner and blinked as he stared at the back of two men, one in a red coat and the other in some sort of black uniform. Talking in what Alfred would guess was Russian as he tilt his head.

"hey! Do you know where the kitchen is at? Cant figure out jack in this horrible place."

The smaller one blinked and tilt his head as he gazed the blond up and down, so this was Russia's new play toy…

"hey Romania, isn't Prussia cooking today?"

"Nope its Hungary…." Irritation clearly heard in the others voice

Alfred watched the other as his body froze, seeing red eyes that reminded him of Prussia's… but there was something VERY wrong about this picture here. Staring at the mans mouth he saw something that sent him nearly over the edge.

"oh my god!"

Romania frowned as he gazed at Bulgaria, mouth slightly open in a worried panic trying to figure out what was freaking the other out. Bulgaria looked at the blond then back at the Romanian before he followed Alfred's gaze.

"your teeth…"

"it's a freakin vampire man! Communist vampires, I fucken knew it!"

And faster then flash himself, Alfred was gone. He wasn't going to stick around with goddamn Dracula and probably Igor or whatever assistant that chills with the blood sucker before a feeding. The two nations frowned before Romania went moving a finger up to his enlarged canines as he gazed at Bulgaria and whined.

"Why do they always think I'm a vampire?!"

"I don't know Vlad, he's American… they are ALL weird."

Russia was sure Lithuania could handle it, hell… he made that Baltic state do a lot more then simply take care of an Englishmen before. Having returned just a mere couple hours ago, he had dumped off the semi-conscious England onto the poor Baltic's lap to take care of.

If all went well today, then he was sure he could spend some quality time with Alfred before he would let him see Arthur. Giggling excitedly to himself as he moved his hands behind his back and walked down the hall as he started for the living room, he was sure Alfred would already be up.

Peeking his head in as he blinked, seeing no Alfred as he pouted. Only Poland, Estonia and Serbia in the living room. Sighing to himself as he went tapping his foot some as he went moving in and gazed at the three as he tilt his head.

"Is United Federation up yet?" Ivan asked curiously

"Like probably, I heard him screaming something about blood and teeth as he went by." Poland said as he moved his chess peace over and smirked. "your queens mine Serbia~"

"…Your Already a queen." Serbia rolled his eyes and glanced over at Russia and pointed at the kitchen. "think he ran in there, and I think he was screaming about vampires…"

"oh my god! If vampires could only be sparkly, that would totally not make Alfred scared! Cause sparkly vampires are totally unscary!" Poland smiled suddenly

"…yeah sure and they can walk in the sunlight and eat rainbows and shit out unicorns…" the Serbian sighed

Ivan just blinked at them some as he turned and walked away immediately, why were his soviets so weird? Just moving to the kitchen as he found just what he was looking for. Alfred was curled up on a chair, chatting away with Hungary who had her back turned stirring something on the stove.

"yeah that disgusting man… He use to drink peoples blood Alfred, its best to stay away from him."

Alfred gazed at the back of her head in horror, just hugging himself as he trembled in his chair. "I knew it.. I always KNEW vampires existed! England said they didn't, but come on! How can he believe in fairies and unicorns and not vampires?!"

"Because the man is borderline insane, and suffers from hallucinations' since he was a child?"

Alfred glanced over as he saw Russia, who was working his way over and sat down at the table beside him. Frowning as he tried inching away from him as the Russians foot hooked along the chairs leg preventing him from leaving his presence.

Growling some the blond just sighed and looked up at him, eyes narrowed as he saw that ever so 'loving' smile on his face. Hell he couldn't believe he actually use to like that smile back when they were allies during the war. He always did like it when he smiled and it made the Italians bust out crying instantly.

"what's wrong Fredka? You saw Romania?" the Slavic couldn't help but admire Alfred's innocence. If only his United Federation would know about Vlad the impaler, then he wouldn't have to worry about his vampire fears.

"….If by Romania, you mean your vampire? Then yes, yes I did." He shivered some as Hungary turned around slightly just to rub at the blondes head comforting. Alfred couldn't help but rub his head against her hand as a soft sigh escaped his lips.

Russia's eyes narrowed some as he went moving to reach into his coat as he pulled out a rather impressive bottle of vodka. Just moving to grab the small cup that was in front of Alfred as he dumped the contents of whatever was in it on the mans lap.

Hissing out at the sudden pain of having hot coffee spilled onto his lap he tried to get up and brush the contents off his trousers as best as he could. But the Russian just kept him there as he held the cup towered the others face.

"drink this up, it'll make you feel better." He said sternly as he went taking a sip off the bottle himself.

"but you just.. Florida!" he whimpered rubbing his crotch as the hot liquid started cooling down slowly.

"drink the vodka." Russia said once more as Alfred just glared down at the cup.

Slowly moving his hand towered it as he grabbed it and brought the drink to his eyes. Examining the clear liquid as he gave it a tender sniff and wrinkled his nose. It smelled terrible to him, it was nothing like good ol Bourbon. Slowly bringing it to his lips he took a sip off it and nearly gagged.

"it tastes like rubbing alcohol!" he whined coughing badly as Ivan frowned deeply just looking down at the smaller male

"you will get use to it, Russian vodka is good for you." He said making a mental note to give Alfred nothing but vodka to help him get an acquired taste for it.

"I don't want to get use to it! I rather drink Bourbon! MY countries bourbon!"

Russia just sighed deeply as he heard the blond complain, always with the complaining. Stubborn American and his complaining. That simply wont do now that he's United Federation. Leaning back some as he rubbed at his chin thinking, wondering if he could leave him tied up in Siberia to teach him a lesson. It worked well with Prussia… for a while at least.

Alfred just gazed back at the vodka in the cup as he narrowed his eyes, he hated this stuff.. but damn it if he was going to let the Russian think he was weak! Just thanking god that he grew up with England and his taste buds weren't the best in the world. he went moving to down the liquid as his fist hit the table hard, the burn went straight down to his stomach.

"wonderful Alfred!" Russia smiled as he clapped his hands together seeing the other take on the alcohol like a true man. "here have more!"

and that's when Alfred wished he could die from alcohol poisoning and be done with it.