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Arthur woke up the next morning groaning from pain. It hurt to move his head but at least the blinds were shut. Then again Alfred always made sure that Arthur wouldn't wake up with more complaints than needed. He reached over feeling the familiar pills and took them drinking the water. I need to stop drinking… That thought would never come to fruition and even when Alfred heard him say that line the first time. He didn't even believe it either even though they just met. Arthur heard his phone vibrate and looked at it.

From: Frog

-Mon chéri~, I have work tonight so have a wonderful day off and try not to think about me too much. ;)

Arthur growled throwing his phone and lying back down. 'I listened to more of your songs.' He rolled over onto his side slowly feeling the pills kick in. Maybe I should look into his history to get him back…

'Ivan?' "Yeah, the commie freak." Alfred nodded. 'He isn't a commie Alfred he's just another citizen running a business.' Francis sighed turning to leave. "Why is he childish?" Alfred asked quickly at least wanting one answer from the Frenchman. 'Ah, so you noticed it as well?' Francis asked perking up a bit. 'He's still learning.'

How the fuck does that even answer my question? Alfred didn't even get why it kept bugging him either. Who cares if some creepy ass Russian looked childish? He flailed knocking over his Coke and winced at the sound wondering if he'd get yelled at since he didn't know if Arthur was awake. Hearing nothing he quickly cleaned up the mess.

Arthur decided to get up at the sound of breaking glass. Alfred must've been drinking Coke and something is obviously bugging him. He slowly got up and made his way to the kitchen. "'Ello Alfred…" he yawned.

Alfred jumped turning around to see Arthur. "Shit, don't do that man." he said throwing away the glass.

"It isn't like I meant to scare you…" mumbled Arthur beginning to make tea. His movements were still slow because the medication hadn't fully kicked in yet.

"Why are you up anyway?" Alfred asked hoping it wasn't him who woke him up.

"One, pain and two might as well get up." Arthur answered heading out to get the paper. He stopped when his hand reached the door a little afraid to look at the paper. His expectation was that somehow miraculously, they got a picture, no dozens from the day before. There's no way. Even with Francis's flirting antics they shouldn't have known. He shook his head and opened it instead seeing a bouquet of roses with a note. His eyes scanned the hallway and quickly picked up the roses and paper. As he studied the roses, bringing them inside, he noticed that somehow all of them looked very identical. They were also the perfect shade of red and fully bloomed to create the perfect bouquet. He reached for the card and opened it.

'Sorry mon petit lapin, but I do hope these roses make up for my absence in the next few days. I hope you don't get too lonely~! ;)

Arthur frowned tossing the card into the trash. He about threw away the roses in his slight temper tantrum since they were from the frog but his love for the flower held him back. The Brit sighed and went to go put them into a vase. Damn wine bastard.

Alfred went back to his room still trying to find out about Ivan. I'm only doing this to see if it'd be a good place for a gig, that's all, nothing else. He repeated that over and over in his mind but for some reason it wasn't feeling anymore true. The American sighed leaning back in his chair. His thoughts went back to when he met Ivan. It looked like he recognized me but then it looked like he wasn't there. I don't get him! He didn't even throw a punch even though I was picking on him! He gritted his teeth and got up to go take his anger out in the little gym the hotel had.

Gilbert Beilschmidt was in charge of everything rock and heavy metal oriented in the company NCTM (Nations Come Together Musically). He got the job primarily because he had inside help. By inside help, he meant his boyfriend Roderich Edelstein who was in charge of anything classical. The company NCTM mostly consisted of bands that were or will become worldwide. As of right now, Gilbert's newest band, Britannia Angels, was becoming popular very quickly. He had to keep up with the propositions from places to play and had just learned recently that his friend, Francis, had caught the attention of the angry Brit. The proclaimed Prussian was ecstatic to call his old friend again when he finally had the time to do so. When his phone rang he actually thought that it was Francis reading his mind. "Hello?" he answered a little excitedly.

"Krolik? You sound very happy today da?" asked Ivan smiling widely.

Gilbert's eye twitched wondering how he had gotten this number. Well actually now that he was an important business head in the business it would be quite easy to contact him. "What do you want?" he snapped at the Russian.

"Why so hostile da?" asked Ivan drumming his fingers on the table.

"Just what the fuck do you want!" demanded the albino his eyes showing a flicker of fire.

Ivan sighed shaking his head. He's still a spitfire… "I don't wish to talk to you, I wish to talk to Alfred F. Jones." he stated.

Gilbert eyed the phone not really believing him and didn't want to put Alfred in any danger. He really liked the American and he was good, damn good at his job. "What do you want from him?"

"He is the manager of Arthur Kirkland and I wish for him to play at my club." Ivan explained having his smile returning. He found it still hilarious at how he could get Gilbert riled up so quickly.

"No, I will not…" started Gilbert before his other phone rang. "Hold on." He took out his cell phone seeing Alfred was calling. "Yo Al!" he answered enthusiasm back.

"Hey Gilbert, I found a place for our next gig." Alfred explained wondering why he was doing this in the first place.

"Awesome, I was thinking you guys needed another concert." smirked Gilbert now having a legitimate reason to blow off Ivan.

"It's… uh, the… 'Red Sunflower Club'." mumbled Alfred scratching the back of his head.

Gilbert froze as he stared at the phone Ivan was waiting on. Fucking Russian. "You don't want to get on his good side because he doesn't have one."

"Wh… wha… what? You know him?" exclaimed Alfred finally finding a source of information about Ivan. I wonder where he got this idea of me wanting to get on the commie's good side…

"Of course I know him! He's a complete bastard and asshole! He tried to ruin my Awesome relationship with my Awesome boyfriend… Don't let him know that." ranted Gilbert. He fumbled over a few of his next words trying to take back what he said and then he finally took a deep breath. "Anyway, he's not that nice of a guy, even if he looks innocent he sure as hell is not, and you just don't want to get to know him. I only know him because he went to the same school as me and I never have and never will like the bastard."

"What did he do?" Alfred asked now more intrigued wondering if Ivan was some kind of villain that a Hero needed to beat. He could feel his Hero drive kick in because it would be awesome to finally find a villain to go against.

Gilbert didn't like this one bit because the tone of voice Alfred was taking sounding a lot like he was wanting to see Ivan even more now. He's completely out of his mind. "Look, you just don't want to fuck with him okay?"

Alfred snapped back to reality when Gilbert asked that question. "Okay cool, set us up for this Saturday." smiled Alfred widely.

"Did you not just hear what I said?" exclaimed Gilbert.

"Dude, we totally need to play at that club!" Alfred explained just wanting to go see Ivan again thinking now that it was a comic waiting to come to life.

Gilbert sighed shaking his head, "Fine, I will, but you better not fucking complain."

"Why would I complain when the Hero will defeat the villain!" he exclaimed before hanging up the phone.

The "Prussian" stared at his phone hearing the dead line. Why is he so obsessed about heroes? Gilbert shook his head and picked up the other phone. "Okay bastard you have your fucking wish."

"Why such the mouth and what took you so long da?" Ivan asked just about to hang up on the albino.

"You got your fucking wish." growled Gilbert. "He wants Arthur to play at your club and that is who called me."

"You didn't say such nice things about me." pointed out Ivan having his aura turn slightly darker.

Gilbert smirked at that comment, "I wonder why seeing as you are not a nice person."

Ivan frowned half smiled, "I am too a nice person you just annoy me."

"If I annoyed you so much then why did you almost beat Roddy and me to the point we needed to go to the hospital!" he accused yelling at him through the phone.

"It was a simple miscalculation." Ivan said waving it off as his smile grew remembering the way that Gilbert's fire never did leave his eyes until he laid a single, tiny finger on Roderich. He also didn't mean to take anything that far, it was their fault for… for… for kissing in the classroom. It was obvious Roderich didn't want to get caught in such an act by the way he acted when Ivan accidentally walked in on them but it didn't change the fact they did. However, it was for the good of everyone because after that Ivan did stop feeling possessive of the Prussian.

Gilbert scoffed and was tempted to throw the phone again. "Miscalculation my ass! You completely meant every second, punch, and word you said! Well guess what Sherlock? I love Roddy, I hate you so get over it!" he snapped slamming the phone back on the receiver.

Even after all this time, all the apologies, and things I had to do to make up to them. Well Gilbert because it was Gilbert. He still wouldn't forgive me. Ivan sighed not really getting this whole love thing because the closest he thought he ever felt was when he was with Francis those couple of days. The Frenchman obviously wasn't very committed back then but for some reason he seemed like it now and he kind of felt jealous of the Brit. How could he change him and I couldn't? Then again Ivan still needed changing as well. He sighed and closed his eyes debating on taking a nap when a familiar face came into his vision. The face had blonde hair, sky blue eyes, glasses, and a random hair that he still wanted to touch. Alfred actually wanted to see me… The Russian opened his eyes realizing that the American actually wanted to come back after him running away and his nasty comments. That meant he wasn't afraid and there might be a chance for something. Ivan couldn't help but feel a little lighter at that thought because it was a nice one and he really didn't want to lose it. I don't see how though he could affect me this way when we've hardly talked… His smile grew even more and this time however, it didn't seem childish, or creepy, or made the room drop a few degrees, if anything the room lit up a bit and got warmer. It was a true smile from him and it had been so long that his sisters would've loved to have seen that smile again.

Here's another chapter and I decided to focus on a different pairing a little more. I'm trying to put more description and though into my chapters and less talking but sometimes the dialogue is very important. I hope you like it and review because I really love to read some of them~.