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When Alfred woke up, his mind was foggy. Not to mention he had a huge head ache coming on. What happened? He remembered eating at McDonalds, then going to the mall and looking at suits, then he left Arthur and Francis and-Oh.

Alfred jerked up from where he was sitting, looking around and taking in his surroundings. He could only gasp. He was on a plane. He freaking plane!

"Ah, good morning, little America~!" He an accented voice spoke from somewhere off to his side. He jumped, startled, then glared at the man-Ivan.

"Where am I?" Alfred shouted, but then clutched his head. It felt like someone was banging a sludge hammer in there.

"You are on a plane, da? On your way to the mother land!" The Russian giggled madly. To say that Alfred was scared was an understatement. He was scared of this man, and scared of what could possibly happen to him.

"W-why?" He asked, stuttering. Ivan looked at him curiously, before answering, with a smirk on his face.

"For many different reasons. It's quite lonely in my house and it gets so quite. Not to mention dirty. I can't possible do all the work by myself." Alfred glared at the man. He was not going to clean for him. Hell no. He would rather...Rather...He didn't know but he sure as hell wasn't going to.

"I am not going to clean for you! Or anything else for that matter. As a matter of fact, you better take me back or big brother is going to come and your going to regret it." He absolutely hated saying that someone was going to come and rescue him. He wanted to beat the guy and leave himself, but he knew that he was no match for Ivan. He would end up just getting himself hurt.

Ivan snorted, "I don't think your in the situation to be making commands, Amerika. And England? Beating me? Fredka, I can assure you that he cannot beat me. That I know for sure. He is not the strong empire he used to be. Now just a lonely, pitiful island nation."

"Don't talk about Arthur like that!" Alfred yelled, lunging at that man, ignoring the dizzy feeling he got at the sudden movement. He would not just sit around as someone dissed his brother.

Alfred was aiming his fist, planning on striking the Russian, but unfortunately, he was both to slow and not strong enough for the man simply grabbed his fist, tightly, and used the other to grab his jaw, pulling his face close to Ivans.

"It would not be wise to attack me, Fredka. Best you just obey whatever I say, or else I will take it on you, or your precious brother, Arthur." Ivan said, some what coldly, but still smiling. Alfred only growled and resisted the urge to spit in the mans face.

Alfred jerked his jaw away, and the man let go of his wrist. Ivan wasn't worried about the boy leaving, cause he couldn't. Unless he wanted to jump off the plan, but Alfred wasn't stupid enough to do that.

A woman came into the room, informing Ivan of something in Russian before leaving. Ivan looked at Alfred he stood about 10 feet away from him, staring coldly. He smiled.

"We are almost here! Better sit in your seat and buckle up." He said lightly. Alfred made to move to leave his spot. Just simply stood and stared. Ivan sighed and got up from his chair, grabbing the boys arm and practically dragging him towards a seat. Alfred protested and tried tugging away, but it was useless and he soon found himself buckled into a seat.

"Good boy. Now, just sit tight, we're almost home~!" Ivan went back to his seat and buckled in himself before looking back at the American. He looked absolutely pissed, and it made Ivan feel delightful. He was definitely going to enjoy having the boy at his house. He doesn't plan on harming the boy..At least not to much. Just having him there for revenge. To watch his spirit. To bad it's not the older him. It would be much better if he could remember what he done during the Cold War.

The plane touched down on the frozen ground, jerking slightly. When it had finally come to a stop, Ivan unbuckled himself, then Alfred, who had attempted to bit off his fingers. He only smiled and pulled at the boys had. He opened the latch and a blast of frigid air blew in. Alfred shivered instantly and wished he had a winter coat. The thin zip up jacket he had on did nothing to stop the cold air that pierced his skin.

Ivan noticed the shivering blonde and took off his coat and wrapped it around the boy. It was much to big for him and drug the ground, but he didn't mind. He couldn't have Alfred freezing out here. That would be unfortunante.

Alfred was silently thankful that Ivan had given up his coat. He immediately warmed up at the heavy wol material. He wrapped it tighter around him.

They finally reached a sleek black car, that must have been freshly waxed. Ivan opened up the passenger door and Alfred reluctently climbed in. He glared out the wind shield as Ivan got onto the car and started it up. He pulled out of the mini private airport and drove down the road.

"Beautiful, da?" Ivan hummed, keeping his eyes on the road. Alfred stayed silent an stared out the window at the frozen vast land. Ivan glanced at him and smiled before looking back at the road. He will learn to obey him. Very fast he might add.

They finally pulled up to a large ancient looking house. Alfred looked at the house with a sort of interest but glared at it knowing it was the Russians house. When the car stopped and Ivan got out, he stayed put. Mainly he didn't want to get out cause it was freaking cold outside, and also because he didn't want to enter that house.

Unfortunately, Ivan opened the door and pulled him out. He tried kicking and pulling away but that only served to make Ivan mad. Thus a string of 'kol'ings erupted from him. Alfred stopped struggling, almost afraid that the man would attack him or just keep him out here in the snow.

Russia opened the door and was greeted by a warm, clean house. He pushed Alfred in first and then shut the door behind him.

"Добро пожаловать в ваш новый дом, Альфред~!" *Welcome to your new home, Alfred*

Arthur and Francis looked everywhere. They had split up in search for the American, but there was no sign of him anywhere. They looked the mall up and down and least 4 times before they declared that Alfred was no longer in the store.

"Oh God...Where is he? Did he get mad and run off? What if he was kidnapped?" At that thought, Arthur almost began sobbing. unshed tears filled his eyes as he tried to keep calm. Silently to himself he whispered, 'Keep calm, and carry on. Keep calm, and carry on.'

"It will be okay, mon ami. We will find him. We'll just call the other nations and tell them to keep a look out, oui?" France led Arthur to the car, half hoping that the American would be waiting in th car, but his hope fled away as there was no boy in the car.

"A-alright...But what if something happened to him? What if he's in danger?" Arthur started up again. He couldn't help it. He was absolutely terrified and panicked about Alfred.

"Stop thinking the worst! He's fine, we'll find him and he'll be perfectly fine, d'accord?" Both nations climbed into the car. France took the liberty of driving, seeing that England was in no condition too.

Arthur remained silent on their way back to America's house. He was trying to reassure himself that Francis (for once) was right, that they would find Alfred and he would be okay.

Once inside America's house, Arthur whipped out his phone and immediately called Canada. He figured Canada should be the first to know since they are brothers. He sat on the couch in the living room, listening the the phone ring a couple of times before Matthew picked up,

"Allo?"

"Canada? This is England. I need you to do me a favour."

"O-oh, hi England," He greeted, silently happy that someone remember him, "Sure what do you need?"

"Well you see...Alfred is missing. Francis and I can't find him anywhere. Can you please, please help us look for him?"

"Que? Missing? Of course I'll help. I'll come down there right away!"

"Thank you so much! I'll explain what happened when you get here. I'll see you soon."

"Au revoir." England hung up the phone and sighed. He had a lot more calls to make.


A/N: This was kinda a filler chapter...Sorry :/ Next chapter will be better though! :D

Sorry for the mistakes. I got fake nails yesterday and let me tell you, it's a b*tch to type/text with. It took me fooooreeeever to type this chapter! Hopefully I'll get used to them soon XD

Translation:

Allo- French- Basically 'hello' it's what you say when your greeting someone over the phone :D

Au revoir- French- Good Bye

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