Writer's block is still plaguing, noooooooo!!!!!!! I really want to right a fourth of july fan fic....but nothing good is coming. I've hit a dead zone, or more like a dead time.

I don't own anything.

"What the hell is Ivan doing here?!" Alfred yelled, breaking the silence without much though.

"Making an alliance…I think." Matthew said a lot quieter then Alfred had been.

"So he attacked Arthur!" Alfred yelled again, he couldn't register why something like that would even happen. Unless of course Ivan found out Arthur had been sheltering him.

"Peter said he was looking for you." Matthew said his voice slowly gaining volume.

"So then he knows I was here." Alfred got that part.

"Obviously, but I don't know if he knows about me. I've been living with him for a while now."

"That would differently make Arthur's situation worse."

The two cousins were so caught up in something only they really understood, that they didn't notice everyone around them was staring at them. They couldn't make much since of Ivan and Arthur's situation, or at least not like Alfred and Matthew. Everyone was mostly blinking at them.

"Oi, America," Gilbert sounded, catching Alfred and Matthew's attention. "What does this Ivan guy want with Kirkland…other then you."

"Mattie." Alfred said quickly, not missing a beat. "Other then that, I don't really know, what you could want with Arthur." Alfred turned back to Matthew. "So he attacked Arthur."

"Yes!" Peter answered for Matthew. "Kicked half way across the room."

Alfred gripped the reins tighter, Kiku took notice. If there was one thing Kiku know it was Alfred really wanted to do something. Kiku knew the Ivan they were talking about, Kiku had met him when he was a young boy, and it wasn't exactly something he wanted to repeat. Ivan just wasn't right in the head, and Alfred had seen that as well.

"Alfred-kun…" Kiku said, getting the younger man's attention. Alfred seemed to understand and nodded, grimly. "You sure?"

"Of course, I'm the hero right?" Alfred said grinning broadly before turning his horse.

No one was really home; it was like the nobleman had given everyone a holiday. No one had really rushed into help him, when the two started yelling; much less they had simply been talking. There was one though, just one other one, a small little blonde boy. He had let him go, like anyone would believe a child of that size, they would be making up stories for attention.

He didn't care if Alfred heard, surely Alfred would come running, Ivan knew that much. After all the night they came he had actually thrown him across the room. Alfred had whispered something about being a hero, before lashing out, and grabbing the younger ones arm, pulling him along. Besides it's not like something he can change doing so easily.

Ivan looked over at the nobleman who had become rather limp. That was Arthur Kirkland, the one even the king marveled, the one everyone seemed to listen to, the who had been caring for his target. Ivan thought he would have put up more of a fight, surely he knew he was a threat. He had acted like it, almost tried to make it seem like he didn't have a clue at the same time.

This Arthur Kirkland was good, really good. Ivan wanted him; he wanted him to be one of his right hand people. This guy was good and what he did and he didn't seem afraid to control other people around him. He was perfect, and he wasn't all that bad looking either. Even though he was bleeding, Ivan didn't think any differently.

So he had kicked a little too hard, there was no problem in that right. Arthur hit his head that was all, and sure some books toppled onto him. Other then that Ivan would get the information he wanted, one way or another. He could wait, it couldn't be that long.

"Get the fuck away from him!" A voice sounded, right on time.

Vash's shop was exactly what the name suggested it was. It was indeed nothing other then weapons and fight wear. It had ranged from swords down to smaller little hands guns. Vash seemed to take a lot of pride in the whole shop, and with the help of his sister, the place ran smoothly. Alfred seemed to just about screw everything thing up, all order was just about lost.

Alfred had come barging in, he knew what he wanted, or really what he needed, he already had a sword. He needed a gun, something to put distance between him and Ivan. Anything to place a reasonable distance between them. Vash didn't look exactly the happiest when Alfred told him what he needed; then again Vash always had a mean look on his face.

After some arguing, and little reasoning, Alfred got what he need and was gone. Back on his horse, heading towards Arthur's house. He was taking a big chance, a really big one, but he had to, there was no choice. Well there was, but Alfred choice this one, there was no turning back now. He hoped the others weren't in to much trouble, and with luck maybe Matthew could talk them out of it, or tell Francis too at least.

The house hadn't changed much, at least not from the way it was when he left, a little over a year ago. The gardens were still green, still trying to scale the house. The door was still big, still had the huge lion knockers. The entry way was still huge, art work still hung on the wall. Only thing different, no, not right with the whole thing was the level of silence. Even when Arthur had felt the servant needed a day of their own it was never this quiet, there was always some sound.

Alfred searched everyone room, Arthur never usually took any guest above the first floor. He went to the left, no one there. He turned and sprinted to the right. Where could they be? He past countless rooms, and not a single person was inside, or any trace of people being there. Alfred grew worried, where could Arthur had gone to. He didn't go outside, to the back gardens? Alfred shook his head, check the house first then go from there.

Finally he found them; well he actually caught sight of someone in the mirror of some sitting room. They were tall, pale blonde hair. Alfred could never forget that scarf, yes, he had seen it before. He knew the uniform as well, he had been fighting a war with them, and he should know what they look like. Slowly he peeked in, and there was Arthur, limp on the floor, a few books for a blanket. Ivan was standing of him, looking down rather creepily.

It made Alfred's blood boil. The nerve of Ivan seemed to get to him, first his family, and now Arthur, his Arthur. Everything Kiku had taught him about handling a situation was gone, it just left him, and Alfred didn't care. He was going to get Arthur out of there if it was the last thing he did. Matthew could take care of things, right? He shook his head, on thing stuck with him, no negative thoughts. Alfred remembered that one clearly, Kiku smooth voice speaking as if he was next to him.

Alfred wasn't going to hold back. He wasn't going to reason with a sword, he would rather start things off with the musket he got. It was loaded and ready to go, why waste time not using it. "Get the fuck away from him!" He boomed.

Ivan turned; he was smiling, like some old friend who hadn't seen Alfred in years. Alfred's eyes narrowed, and he held the gun tighter. "You've grown up, da?" Ivan observed.

"Get away from him!" Alfred growled.

Ivan didn't move, he merely looked at the musket, tilted his head to the side, curious. It was like he didn't get it, like violence was some foreign thing to him. Alfred didn't buy it, he had seen what Ivan could do, how crazy, scary and strong he really was.

"Do you intend to fight me?" Ivan asked, his voice moving into a dark shadowy spot. Alfred gulped, the last time he tried that he had almost died. "You still remember don't you, the night you slipped through my fingers."

"You killed my parents." Alfred pointed out, it sounded like the right thing to say.

"I suppose that's true." Ivan said, starting to advance towards Alfred, who stood his ground. "You threw a broken glass at me." Alfred gave a rather smug look; he remembered that, it was how he got to Matthew. "It seems someone's been caught up in the crossfire of our situation."

Alfred knew who he was talking about. Arthur. Arthur had indeed been hurt in the crossfire, all because what? Because he was there, because he lived under his care for a short six months. He left to avoid this whole situation, so Arthur wouldn't be some victim of their crossfire. He hadn't succeeded very well at doing that. Not at all.

"You should pay attention to the gaining." Ivan's voice reminded before Alfred was shot backwards sharply. He stumbled to keep his footing, and hit the other end of the hall hard. He wasn't paying attention to what he should have. Alfred cussed, blocking a swing with his musket. Ivan moved his weapon, ripping the gun from Alfred's hand.

Alfred looked at where it landed; it was a while away from him. Whatever Ivan had went for his face, Alfred stupidly blocked it with his hand. A little blood had never really bothered him. He drew his sword, trying to make his way back to his musket. He dodged, blocked and swung; Ivan was doing the same, only he was swing more and more. Alfred noticed it was that stupid pipe he had from before, from that night, only, he had sharpened the end.

His hand was reminding him it was hurt, a lot, but still Alfred ignored it, working his way backwards to the musket. Ivan kept pushing him back, and he got a few scratches and hits in, Alfred was able to do the same. After some how managing to set Ivan stumbling backwards Alfred made a break for the musket. He reached it, turned only to find Ivan was charging, he fired, but clumsily missed, still Ivan saw he meant business.

Turned out Alfred wasn't the only one with a gun. Ivan had a small little had gun, the one that only held one shot, so you better hope you didn't miss. Ivan didn't, well he did miss the spot he wanted to hit, but he didn't miss Alfred. Alfred gripped his shoulder in pain, but other then that, just glared at Ivan panting.

"Save it for the battlefield, da?" Ivan said before turning and walking away like nothing was wrong.

Alfred did waste time scrabbling to his feet, as well as Arthur.

I hope the fight scene came out good, it was a rather fun thing to right. Somewhat of a cliffhanger here...so yeah.

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