(For those of you who wanted his tonsils out, please forgive meee! More people requested appendix though, so I went with that instead. I hope it isn't too bad, I'm not the best at knowing all of the medical terms and stuff...lol!)
The major appendix crisis:
It was around four in the morning. Alfred and Ivan were both sound asleep in their bedroom, exhausted from a long hard day of work. It was now Tuesday, so they would have to once again get up early, so Ivan could go to work, and Alfred could get Arthur ready for the bus. In only a few hours they would have to wake up. So that was why the couple were both getting all the sleep while they could.
Arthur however, was not sleeping. About an hour ago his stomach had really starting to hurt. The pain centered around his belly button, and was growing worse with every passing minute. At first he thought it was just a growing pain or something and would pass, but now he was getting scared. Every time he moved it was even worse, causing the pain to become sharp and brutal.
Earlier he hadn't been feeling that well either. He had only eaten a bit of his dinner, hiding the rest of his pork chops in his napkin, since the thought of food had made his belly feel squeamish. Now along with the pain, he was beginning to feel that funny feeling in his belly that said he had to throw up. He really wanted his parents right now.
"D-daddy? Father?" He called out through tears. He waited a few moments, but there was no reply, and nobody came in. His stomach hurt so bad! What was wrong with him? What is he really was going to die this time? Finally coming down to his last option, Arthur decided that he somehow needed to make it to his parent's room.
When he stood the pain got worse, causing him to wobble and fall onto his hands and knees. Slowly and painfully, he crawled out of his room and to the hallway. About halfway down the hall, he stopped to throw up. The feeling was awful, and there was nobody to rub his back soothingly or to whisper to him. When he got to his parent's door, his trembling hand grasped the doorknob and he pushed it open, sobbing louder as he pain increased. The nine year old's sobbing had awoken both of the parents.
"Arthur? A-Artie what's wrong?" Alfred asked in panic, being the first to arrive to his child's side. Ivan was right behind him.
"It hurts! Please make it stop hurting! P-please!" Arthur cried, clutching at his belly. Ivan and Alfred stared at each other in fear, panic, and alarm.
"Your belly hurts? What kind of hurt? What part of it?" Ivan asked as calmly as possible, but his voice was trembling. Arthur pointed towards just below his belly button.
"Oh my god...Ivan what do we do!?" Alfred asked, wrapping his arms around Arthur and pulling him into his lap.
"We're going to the emergency room. I'm not sure what it is, but it does not seem good. Hurry to the car, I'll get his jacket." Ivan instructed. Alfred nodded, his eyes wide and fearful. This was bad. Really bad. As he carried Arthur into the hall, he saw the puddle of vomit on the floor and gasped.
"Please daddy please...make it stop!" Arthur begged through whimpers.
"Shh...it's okay buddy, we're going to make it all better." Alfred said soothingly, even though he had no clue what the hell was wrong with his baby. His mind was starting to get overwhelmed with panic. He could not lose his little boy, absolutely not!
Thankfully they only lived a few minutes away from the hospital. Alfred sat in the back with Arthur, while Ivan sped down the streets. Luckily since it was now almost five in the morning, the roads really weren't crowded. They made it to the emergency room and quickly carried Arthur inside.
"SAVE MY BABY! HE'S DYING!" Alfred screamed dramatically as they entered through the automatic doors. The room was pretty much empty save the the woman sitting at the front desk, who jumped up from her desk in alarm.
"He is having very bad stomach pains." Ivan clarified. The woman nodded, using an intercom to call down some doctors. Since they were the only ones there, someone came straight away to take them to an examining room. It took about five minutes of feeling around Arthur's stomach and asking about the symptoms for the doctor to figure out what was wrong.
"Mr. and Mr. Jones-Braginski, your son has appendicitis. His appendix is pretty inflamed, and he needs an appendectomy, otherwise known as surgical removal of the appendix." The doctor, Dr. Zimmer, explained.
"W-what? Surgery?" Alfred asked, gulping as the color drained from his face. His mind became clouded with images of his precious little boy strapped down to a table, screaming while people with masks surrounded him with scalpels and knives.
"I know it may sound bad, but this is a very common procedure. It isn't too risky at all." Dr. Zimmer said comfortingly. "He'll be asleep the whole time."
"Isn't there medicine or something? Is surgery the only way?" Ivan asked. He wasn't exactly too thrilled with the idea of their son getting his stomach cut open.
"I'm afraid this is the only way. With your consent, I'd like to get him prepping for surgery right away. He has time, but if the operation isn't done soon then his appendix could burst, and that can be fatal."
The last word of the doctor's sentence caused both parents to gasp. Fatal!?
"A-alright, you have our consent." Ivan told him. The doctor nodded and had some nurses take Arthur onto a gurney and push him into a room where he would get ready for the surgery. The doctor told them that they could stay with Arthur until he was given anesthesia, but they couldn't be present during the actual operation.
Alfred was now in tears, clinging onto Ivan and crying. Why did something like this have to happen when everything had been so perfect? What if the surgery went wrong and Arthur died? What if they removed the wrong body part, like his liver or something?
"It's alright my sunflower...he will be okay." Ivan said, hoping inside that his words were true. The followed Arthur into a room, where he was changed into a children's hospital gown and set up in a bed. The operation would be in about twenty minutes. Alfred felt his stomach clench at the sight of Arthur laying in a hospital bed.
"I don't want to be cut open," Arthur informed them with a pout, gazing around the room with mild interest, a hand still rested on his stomach. Those seven little words made Alfred burst into tears again.
"Ivan, there had to be something else other than this!" He said, grasping onto his husband's sleeve. Both of the adults had dressed quickly. Ivan wore jeans and a t-shirt, while Alfred had on sweat pants and the shirt that he had slept in.
"Alfred, be calm. We must not show panic in front of Arthur. We have to make him feel safe." Ivan whispered, before turning to rub Arthur's head. "You'll be alright, little one. I promise you wont feel anything while they do it. When it's all over you wont ever have to have this happen again."
A few minutes later, they were given some paperwork to fill out, and asked questions about Arthur's past health and other information. Ivan mostly did the talking, while Alfred sat and comforted Arthur, rubbing gentle circles around Arthur's belly. Finally a doctor came in with a small cup of liquid medicine for Arthur to take called versed, which would calm him down and make him feel relaxed for the surgery. The closer to the surgery Arthur got, the more and more Alfred and Ivan became freaked.
"I can't let them do this to Artie...they'll probably kill him! Maybe we can smuggle him back home!" Alfred suggested as he watched a few more doctors come in and get ready to give Arthur anesthesia.
"We have to let them Alfred," Ivan said, his own heart racing as well. "We'll make it up to Arthur after his surgery. He can have all the toys and games he wants."
Finally it was time for Arthur to be put to sleep. Before they did though, Alfred and Ivan both showered him with hugs and kisses, promising to be there when he woke up. Finally Arthur was rolled into a different room, and Alfred and Ivan were directed to a waiting room. The couple sat down in some chairs, holding hands. By now it was six am, and the hospital was growing a little more lively. Alfred kept eying the hall that Arthur had been taken down every few seconds.
It took approximately ten minutes until Alfred had a freak out. But hey, that was actually pretty good considering how protective he was as a parent. Anyways, the American suddenly leapt up from his chair.
"NO! They can't cut him open! The hero will now allow it! Artie! ARTIE!" He screamed, making a run towards the operation room. Ivan, along with several other doctors, had to stop him from going any further. He was dragged back kicking and screaming to his seat.
"Alfred calm down! I'm scared too, but we have to be calm about this." Ivan said, pressing a kiss to his husband's lips. He took Alfred's hands in his own, rubbing them reassuringly. Slowly Alfred began to calm down, and they sent in a kind nurse named Emily to talk with them.
"You honestly have nothing to worry about Mr. Jones-Braginski. I have a son who is around eleven, and he had this exact same operation. He'll be absolutely fine. He'll be done in about a half hour or so, it really doesn't take too long. There are plenty of way to keep yourself busy until then. Why don't you go to the gift shop and pick out a present for your son?" The nurse suggested. Alfred wiped his eyes, looking at Ivan.
"That's actually a good idea. Come on babe, let's go buy him a bunch of stuff!" Alfred said, quickly dragging Ivan towards the direction of the hospital gift shop, which luckily had just opened. Ivan said a quick thank you to the nurse before following him.
They bought Arthur...a lot of things. Flowers, stuffed animals, get well cards, and plenty of other toys. The gift shop clerk looked really happy to have so much business. Finally after setting all the things in the hospital room which Arthur would be staying in after his surgery, they went back to await the end of the operation. Finally, after such a long wait, they were called to meet up with Arthur in the PACU (Post-Anesthesia Care Unit).
"Everything went well. He'll be kept in the hospital for about two days, and then you're free to take him home." The doctor told him cheerfully. "He's waking up now. Don't be alarmed if he's a little groggy or confused, it's just the anesthesia."
"Thanks for not killing Artie doc, you're the best!" Alfred said, hugging the doctor tightly.
"Um...no problem," The doctor replied, a little freaked out. Ivan then shook his hand, and they practically ran to the section where Arthur was. When they got there, Arthur was just beginning to stir. He blearily opened his eyes, and was greeted by the sight of his parents staring down at him.
"Artie? Baby are you okay?"
"How are you feeling Arthur?"
Arthur just blinked in confusion, looking around as if he didn't hear them. A nurse, who had been in the room the whole time, began checking his blood pressure and heart rate. Arthur still just looked around in confusion, and then stared at the iv in his hand.
"When is my surgery?" He finally spoke with a yawn.
"It's all over buddy!" Alfred told him, rubbing his arm.
"Oh..." Arthur said, and then rested his head back further into the pillows, blinking again.
"Arthur? Are you tired?" Ivan asked. Much to their surprise, Arthur's green eyes filled with tears and he nodded.
"What's wrong Artie? Does it hurt? Oh my god what if something went wrong! Nurse, what's wrong with him!?" Alfred asked, going back into panic mode.
"He's fine sir," The nurse told him. "We can move him to his regular hospital room now. He'll be a little more normal in a few hours after the affects of the anesthesia wear off."
The nurse's words were true. Arthur was moved into his own hospital room in which he would be staying for about two days. It was actually a pretty nice room for a kid, with little bunnies on the walls, and a tv hooked up to the wall. After taking an hour nap, Arthur was much more coherent. He sat up more in bed, frowning as he held tightly to a large stuffed bear (One of the gifts that had been purchased form the gift shop).
Alfred had calmed down more as well. He sat in a chair next to Arthur's bed, watching him closely to make sure that he wasn't in any pain. He was using his cell phone to text Matthew, who was going to come by later with Juan and visit. Ivan had driven home to get a few of Arthur's things, like his clothes and stuff.
"When can I go home?" Arthur asked. "I don't want to spend the night here."
"Don't worry Artie, I promise I'll get you out of here asap. Me and father are staying the night with you though, so you wont be all alone." Alfred promised.
The next two days were both good and bad. Ivan and Alfred showered Arthur with gifts. Every time Arthur so much as flinched or looked like he was in pain, Alfred would freak out and flag down a nurse. Matthew and Juan came and visited, bringing Arthur his very own handheld Nintendo device, complete with over ten games. It helped a lot with the nine year old's boredom.
"Mattie, why are you wearing sunglasses while inside?" Alfred asked curiously as he observed his brother.
"Heheh, no reason." Matthew muttered nervously. The American jut shrugged it off, turning his attention back to Arthur. Juan looked sort of weird. His eyes were glazed over and he was staring into space while munching on a bag of Cheetos. Nobody really noticed since all the attention was on Arthur. Eventually the doctor came in to check on him and update them on Arthur's status.
"Well Mr. and Mr. Jones-Braginski, Arthur is recovering splendidly. He can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning if all goes well tonight. You'll have to keep him home for at least a week. After that if he's feeling well then he can go back to school. No strenuous activities for awhile though. I wouldn't recommend gym class or other sports for at least three or so weeks." The doctor said as he finished checking Arthur's heart rate. "I have a pamphlet containing instructions on how to care for him when he goes home."
"Okay, thanks dude." Alfred said, taking the pamphlet from the doctor, instantly reading it intently. Ivan leaned over his shoulder to peer at it as well.
"No problem," The doctor said, preparing to leave the room. He stopped however, peering into Juan's face closely. "Excuse me sir, are you on any type of medication right now?"
"What, me?" Juan asked, eyes wide. "No man, not really."
"That's what I thought," The doctor muttered, glaring at him. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave this hospital right now. Your friend can escort you."
"What?" Alfred spoke up, perplexed. That was when he studied Juan closer. "Dude, are you high? What the fuck!?"
Needless to say, Matthew was quick to jump up and leave the hospital with his Cuban friend. Alfred was fuming and wanted to go show Juan a piece of his mind, but Ivan convinced him to leave it for later, motioning to Arthur's confused expression. Alfred sighed, but stayed seated. It would not be until much later when he would deal with Matthew and Juan.
The next day, Arthur was excited to finally be home. He was brought out of the hospital in a wheelchair, which was very weird, and then driven home by his parents. Alfred sat once again with him in the back. When he was home, despite Arthur being able to walk Alfred carried him upstairs to his bed. There were many balloons and stuffed animals in the room, and plus his whole class had made him get well cards.
Arthur didn't have much of an appetite at first, but the doctor had said that this would be normal. He was just urged to drink lots of fluids.
Ivan and Alfred treated him like a king, literally. One of them would be with him constantly during the day, and at night they would take turns checking on him every half hour. Arthur was alright, but all of the attention could be annoying sometimes. It was cool reading all of the get well cards though. Gilbert Beilschmidt had been allowed to visit for a few minutes, bringing Arthur some classwork. His older brother Ludwig had also come along, wishing Arthur good luck with recovering.
When it came time for Arthur to return to school, Alfred really didn't want him to go. If the American could have it his way, he'd have kept the kid home for at least four months instead of a week. Ivan was a bit wary as well, but Arthur convinced him that he was feeling perfectly fine, so finally they agreed, but he couldn't run around a lot at recess or participate in gym class.
Things returned to normal, but very slowly. It took at least two months for Ivan and Alfred not to treat Arthur as if he would break at the simplest touch.
Arthur was just glad that he would never need this operation again.
...^J^...
The Belting...sort of:
(There is a reference to this scene from chapter 5 in the original Alternate Universe :p KezaBabez requested I do a scene from it, so I thought that would be cool.)
Ivan was already having enough of a stressful day at Laggart Transcontinental Inc. He had been late for a meeting, there was extra paperwork to be signed, and Toris had accidentally spilled coffee all over the floor, as well as his new shirt. It had taken Ivan several minutes to assure the Lithuanian that he was not in trouble, and now he was scribbling away on all the new paperwork. The worst part was that it was barely even noon yet.
"Er...Mr. Ivan sir? Your husband's on the phone." Toris said, shakily handing his boss a phone. Ivan nodded to him in thanks, and briefly wondered to himself why Alfred was calling him. Eh, it was the American's day off so he was probably just bored and wanted to chat.
"Alfred, I'm a little busy right now. Can this wait until I get home?" He said as soon as he brought the phone to his ear.
"Um...babe, I have something important to tell you," Alfred replied. Ivan felt his heart freeze at his husband's tone. It was serious, and a little...nervous? Had something happened? Had Arthur gotten hurt at school or something?
"What happened?" He asked, bracing himself for the horrible news that their son was gravely ill or injured, or had been kidnapped and forced to be a slave for foreign people or something.
"Artie kinda pulled the fire alarm at school. The principle wants us to come down immediately." Alfred explained. His words caught Ivan off guard big time. Arthur had pulled the school fire alarm? What? Arthur didn't do things like that, he was an angel...right?
"What do you mean? By accident or something?"
"Not exactly," Alfred answered, sounding as if he were about to start crying. "I guess it was a dare or some shit like that. But babe, they're waiting for us down at the school. I guess it caused a lot of panic, and I think we're gonna be fined or something. I don't know what to do."
"Alright, be calm sunflower. I'll be home in a few minutes, and then we will drive to the school and sort this whole thing out." Ivan said reassuringly.
Needless to say, Ivan's day had just gotten a lot worse. He'd thankfully been allowed to leave work since his situation was considered a family crisis. After driving home, he'd picked up Alfred and now they were heading towards the elementary school. The ride was silent and nerve wrecking. When they made it to the school, there were firetrucks and police cars still surrounding the place. Both parent's felt the color fading from their faces.
When they got to the principle's office, they saw Arthur sitting down in a chair talking to a policewoman, tears running down his face. Alfred was about to rush over and comfort him, but was stopped by the principle, a balding man named Mr. Jerl, who had just recently taken the job as principal this year.
"I hope you two understand the serious of this matter. That little brat should be expelled!" He hissed. Ivan felt the blood in his veins boil.
"He is only nine years old, and it was a dare, was it not? That is no reason to be expelled. Is the child who dared him to being dealt with as well?"
"Oh yes, he's being dealt with. Gilbert Beilschmidt's grandfather and brother are furious. However, we are not discussing him. We are discussing your son." Mr. Jerl said, folding his arms.
"Aha, so it was Gilbert's fault! That means Artie is innocent!" Alfred exclaimed with a whoop.
"Nyet darling, it was still his choice whether or not to pull it. Now, let's discuss the consequences." Ivan said, nodding to the principle.
In the end, they only had to pay a couple hundred dollar fine. The police and firefighters had talked to Arthur and explained how serious it was, and then they were free to go home. Alfred had carried Arthur back to the car, but none of the family spoke to each other. Arthur cried quietly in the backseat, realizing the seriousness of what he had done. When they all got home, everybody stood in the living room, unsure of what to do.
"Arthur, you are going to be punished. Go upstairs and wait for me," Ivan said sternly. Arthur ran up to his room quickly, leaving Alfred and Ivan facing each other in the living room.
"Um...so how are we gonna do this? No tv for a week?" Alfred spoke up, not really sure what to do. Arthur had never done anything like this before. He was a good boy, not a criminal or anything.
"Nyet, that is too light. He did a very serious thing. Alfred, he have to be strong and punish him." Ivan said gravely. "What he needs is the Russian belt."
"W-what?" Alfred asked, eyes widening considerably and he began rambling. "Oh no. No, no, no, no no. Ivan babe, we are not going to hurt Artie! That is just out of the question...nope, never in a million years will we ever do that to him. Besides, that's child abuse! We are good parents Ivie, not evil child abusers!"
"Alfred, it is not child abuse! I was belted all the time when I was a child, even for something as simple as not wanting to eat my carrots at dinner." Ivan informed him.
"Dude, you grew up in Russia. Fucking communist territory!" Alfred exclaimed with emphasis.
"We are not communist anymore! And Alfred, three little smacks with my measly small belt will not make him a messed up child. It will make him remember not to pull trouble like this again." Ivan insisted.
"Measly? Ivan, you're a very big man dude, and your belt is huge!" Alfred shouted. "You cant do this to our little baby. He wont be bad again!"
"Alfred, I promise I wont do it hard. It wont leave any marks, and he'll be just fine. I can tell you right now that Gilbert is probably getting it a lot worse off than Arthur. After this we'll take away television for two weeks."
"But...but..." Alfred stammered, tears welling in his eyes.
"It will be fine sunflower. Just wait here until we finish." Ivan said, walking up the stairs before Alfred could say anything more.
"Fine..but...reduce the tv part to only five days, not two weeks!" He finally shouted, hoping to god that Arthur wouldn't hate them forever. There was silence, and he dragged his feet over to sit down on the couch. He braced himself for the wild sound of thrashing and screaming, but all his ears got were silence. As each second ticked by, Alfred grew more and more anxious. Finally he couldn't take it anymore.
"NO! IVAN, DON'T DO IT! YOU CANT DO THIS TO HIM!" He screamed, running full speed up the stairs and into their son's room. He burst the door open, but an interesting sight greeted his eyes. Arthur was sitting perfectly fine, hands folded in his lap as he looked at Ivan with big eyes. Ivan himself was sitting on the bed with his face in his hands, the belt discarded on the floor.
"Um...what the hell happened?" Alfred asked, confused.
"I'm not really sure. Father only used the belt once really gently and then he just threw it on the ground and started crying." Arthur answered, shrugging his shoulders.
"I...I couldn't do it." Ivan said, staring into his hands. "I've gone too soft..."
Alfred smiled widely, pleased with the way things had gone. He sat next to his lover and rubbed his back comfortingly.
"Don't worry babe, everything's fine. We can just come up with something a little more...easier."
It was decided that Arthur was to stand in a corner for thirty minutes, and he wouldn't have any television for one week. Arthur was fine with anything, and complied with his punishment. After all, he was feeling pretty guilty about causing so much stress on the school and his parents.
So that had been the end of Ivan's stressful day. It would just suck when he would have double the amount of work tomorrow from leaving early. That was also the day in which Alfred and Ivan realized that together, Arthur and Gilbert would be the cause of the end of the world someday.
...Well not literally...
...maybe...
...^J^...
The Return of Joe Buckins!:
When Alfred returned from his evening shift as McDonald's, he got a very good scare. Just across the street there was a man who looked very familiar. He had a scraggly white beard, and a scar under his right eye, and was dressed in a orange prisoner suit. There were chains around his feet and hands, and the man held a long pokey stick and a trash bag, seemingly picking up litter. Two cops stood by watching him. He knew that man from somewhere...but where?
Suddenly it came to him, and the American gasped loudly, screaming and running into the house.
"Ivan, IVAN! Joe Buckins is across the street! The child murderer! He's gonna kill us!" He screamed. Yes, the man was most certainly Joe Buckins. A couple of years ago there had been a news report saying that he had escaped, but apparently it had been a mistake.
"Joe Buckins? The child murderer?" Ivan asked, walking out of the bathroom.
"Take a look for yourself!" Alfred said, ushering towards the front window. Ivan peered out and cursed loudly, opening up the door and storming over across the street. Not knowing what else to do, Alfred followed him. Ivan went straight over to the cops.
"What is the meaning of this? Isn't this man a murderer?" Ivan snapped angrily to the police.
"Um...yeah," One of the officers who had been eating a doughnut answered. "What's it to you?"
"What's it to me!? Ivan roared. "I'll tell you what it is! This is a very safe neighborhood with lots of children! Why the hell would you make him clean up litter here of all places? Why not the side of a busy highway or something?"
"Look sir, Mr. Buckins needs to do his community service. There's no need to fear, we've got him under lock and key. Isn't that right Joe Buckins?" The second cop said.
"Yesh sir...Joe Buckins wont harm nobody," The prisoner replied, giving Ivan and Alfred a toothy smile. Alfred yelped and hid behind his husband. Ivan just turned to the police officers and scowled.
"I will not stand for having a child murderer doing community service directly across from our home. Get him out of here right now!" He demanded.
"No can do, mister. He had to stay here for at least ten more ours. He'll be gone by tonight." The first cop said.
"Fine," Ivan grumbled, grabbing Alfred by the sleeve. "Come along sunflower, we're spending the night at your brother's house. Go pack Arthur a bag, and we'll go pick him up from school early.
Not much more needed to be said. Ivan and Alfred dragged Arthur over to Uncle Mattie's for the night, and they stayed there until the murderer was well out of the town, not telling their confused son the reason why. The next morning they returned back home, and everything was back to normal.
For now.
...^J^...
Alfred's Promotion:
"Oh my god! Everyone, get into the living room now! I have awesome news!" Alfred shouted, bursting through the front door. Both members of his family were already in the living room though. Ivan was reading the paper, and Arthur was watching some comedy show.
"What is it sunflower?" Ivan asked, eyes still on his newspaper.
"I got promoted! You guys are looking at the new manager of McDonald's!" Alfred told them proudly, puffing out his chest as if he were a king or something.
"Hmm? A promotion? Good job, my sweet one!" Ivan praised him. "Somehow I am not surprised."
"I know, right?" Alfred laughed. "Apparently they thought that having me just be a regular worker was putting good talent to waste, since I already know everything about McDonald's. All the food prices and shit..yup, just about everything. So now we have even more money to add to Artie's college account!"
"Excellent. This calls for a celebration." Ivan said, closing his paper.
"Can we have cake?" Arthur asked.
"Sure thing buddy, come on let's go get one from the bakery right now!" Alfred said, heading towards the door. Arthur followed him excitedly.
"You guys go get a cake, and I'll start on dinner. How does Shepherd's Pie sound?" Ivan suggested.
"Awesome!" Alfred answered. "Okay, we'll be back soon."
"And the cake will be chocolate!" Arthur added.
...And so the evening started off with Shepherd's Pie and chocolate cake, and ended with Ivan and Alfred's celebration fun time after Arthur went to bed.
XD
I have awesome news guys! One of my friends on Deviantart is doing some Alternate Universe fanart! Apparently she liked the story and asked if she could make some pictures for me! I'm so excited because nobody has ever done this before for my stories. When she's finished I'll put the link on my profile so you guys can see!(:
Anyway, thanks so much to everyone who Reviewed, Favorited, Alerted, or gave ideas! I was excited to see so many reviews for the last chapter(: I love you guys!
Btw, do any of you guys have some ideas on things that should happen to Alfred or Ivan? I only now just realized that I'm making everything happen to Arthur since that's the funnest, lol. But yeah... lemme know!
