I'm quite sorry for not updating sooner. I have kind of been sidetracked with school, and new ideas for fanfictions keep popping into my head, making me want to write them. So, now I have like, four fanfictions on the go. I'm not going to go into detail about what they are in case I don't finish them, or get around to posting them. That way the only person who is disappointed is me.

Anyways, on with the story, and thanks for sticking with me.

Stopping in front of his closet door, Ivan stared at the peeling paint before taking a deep breath and opening his closet. Without another thought, he bent down and picked up the dented cardboard box he had received earlier that day. He slowly removed the lid and let his fingers dance around on the smooth fabrics. A small sigh escaped the large Russian before he replaced the lid, put the box back in the closet and ran a large hand through his ash-blonde hair. Slowly closing the closet door, he moved to sit down on his cot. From there, he let his eyes flutter closed as he sat in absolute silence.

It wasn't long before the beloved silence was interrupted by yelling from the streets below. Most likely another street fight between gangs - something Ivan always had to take initiative in and stop before it got wildly out of control.

Standing up, Ivan made his way over to his crusty window to see who was fighting. He let out an exasperated sigh as realized that he had never seen these two gangs before. Probably not even a gang, but rather neighbours getting into an argume- his train of thought was cut off when he got a better look at some of the participants. They looked oddly familiar..

His eyes narrowed as the faces came into focus. They had been members of Alfred's gang. The ones who had attacked Feliks. A growl rose from Ivan's throat as he stormed out of his apartment, and down the hallway. Some people never learn, do they? Those guys have a lot of nerve to show up here, again. Ivan's mind screamed in anger. They had picked a very bad day to start a street fight, for Ivan was furious. He didn't care the consequences, he would decapitate those thugs and feed them to the wild dogs. He clenched and unclenched his hands repeatedly as he neared the front door of the building.

Without another thought, he flung the front door open with a rather loud slam, causing some of the members engaged in the fight to jump and stop what they were doing to stare at him. He cracked his knuckles before grabbing one of the thugs by the front of his shirt, and throwing him down to the ground. He smashed his foot onto the man's ribcage before looking around at the other men.

"You thugs will never learn, will you? I thought after your leader was sent to the hospital after engaging in a fist fight with me, you would stay away from here, but you are obviously lacking common sense, da?" He may have been wearing a childish smile but his voice was laced with malice and hate. "Since you did not understand my original warning, I'll have to make you pay, won't I?" Ivan removed his foot from the man's chest before taking a step towards the rest of the group, only to have them take a step back. His sweet smile was replaced by a loud snarl as he continued to make his way towards the idiots. It was rather amusing to see their angry composure crumbling to reveal their fear. It only motivated Ivan more. He lunged forward and grabbed one of the Johns by his arm, yanking him towards the Russian. The thug began to thrash about, throwing random punches but they were not very affective. Without another thought, Ivan picked up the squirming thug and threw him towards his friends, knocking a few over in the process. "Get out of here, and don't come back." he spat. The gang members on the ground scrambled to their feet and followed Ivan's orders, leaving the fuming Russian behind.

He let out a small sigh before running a rough hand through his hair. Keeping the peace around his neighbourhood was always so much excess work. It was like they were just asking to get thrown around like a ragdoll. He'd never understand people.

With yet another sigh, Ivan reluctantly made his way back into the building.

"So, I like, heard about your fight with those douchebags." Feliks said, crossing his arms across his chest in annoyance as he stood in front of Ivan, who was currently eating his lunch on the roof of Gakuen Academy. Feliks had just so happened to 'find' him up there, although it was obvious he had followed the Russian.

Without giving him much recognition, Ivan continued to eat his sandwich while the blonde boy tapped his foot impatiently on the cement. After a few moments, the Russian swallowed and sighed.

"Da, what about it?"

"When will you learn that like, nothing good comes from picking fights? You're like, going to get seriously injured one of these days."

"I'm not worried." Ivan said nonchalantly, shifting in his spot on the ground in futile attempts to get comfortable. He had ended up pulling a muscle in his back from throwing the guy the other day, but there was no way he'd let Feliks know of his injury, especially if he was making such a big deal about it.

"Well you should be, meathead! What if they like, come at you with a knife?" He was all but yelling at this point, obviously frustrated at Ivan's lack of concern on the matter. Did he not care what happened to him or was he just extremely narcissistic?

"I can handle it."

"Just like how you handled your sister when she like, attacked you?" Alright, that one was a low blow, and Feliks realized that; but Ivan needed to understand that he couldn't handle everything. Said Russian suddenly stood up, eyes filled with anger as he took a step towards the Pole.

"You do not mention that incident." He spat, his voice thick with anger "That is a completely different circumstance for Natalia is my sister, I'd never be able to harm her – unlike those disgusting cretins." The sound of footsteps echoed through the air before being cut off by a loud slam. Feliks looked down at his feet and sighed.

"Why won't he realize that I'm only like, freaking out 'cause I care about him?" he muttered before exiting the roof, as well.

How could he bring up my sister like that? Ivan snarled in his mind as he stormed down the stairs before re-entering the building. First Feliks was worrying about him like he was some child and now he dared to bring up his little sister? Sure, he was trying to prove his point but he didn't need to go down that road. It was more than mildly uncalled for. Still, Ivan couldn't get himself to be truly mad at the blonde, something inside of him wouldn't let him, though he couldn't quite grasp what it was.

People stepped out of his way as he stomped down the hall. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going; but as long as it was away from Feliks, he would be fine with it. At least, that's what the aching feeling in his chest told him.

Ivan left the building in a huff. No body had dared to stop him from taking his leave. He could hear the students murmur his name among their conversation. If it had been any other time, he would have stopped what he was doing, and threatened them to quit speaking about him in such a manner; but his anger drove him forward. The pain in his chest told him to go anywhere but there.

After a good ten minutes of swift walking, Ivan found himself in front of an ice cream shop. Oddly enough, just the sight of the building made him crave the frozen dairy product. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a few bills, making sure he had enough, before entering the store. He ordered the largest ice cream he could afford and sat down at one of the small tables before digging in. He took a large scoop of the raspberry ice cream and shoved it into his mouth. The instant the delicious desert slipped down his throat, his mood began to lighten. I know understand why females drown themselves in ice cream when they are upset. It certainly does make you feel better.. Ivan thought as he spooned another chunk of ice cream into his mouth, his anger sizzling away all together. So when the bell above the entrance rung and someone sat at his table, he didn't give any thought to it, he just continued to eat the treat.

"Having fun, there?" a voice lulled him out of his trance. He looked up to see red eyes, filled with amusement, staring back at him. He flopped back into his chair and crossed his arms.

"What do you want, Gilbert?" he asked warily. Gilbert let out a quiet chuckle.

"What, I can't join a big brute like you in an ice cream shop?" Ivan gave him a hard stare. "If you must know, there were no other seats." he paused before letting out another laugh. "You should be honoured to have the awesome me make your acquaintance!" Ivan was about to take his leave; but what Gilbert said next stopped him. "So how's your tranny boyfriend? I didn't expect you of all people to be as straight as a curly fry."

"What did you just say?" He spat. Gilbert took the rest of Ivan's ice cream and began eating it for himself before replying.

"Are you hard of hearing? I asked how your transgendered boyfriend was." Gilbert said as if it was the most normal, unoffensive thing. Ivan's eye twitched as he balled his fists.

"He is not my boyfriend." He hissed through clenched teeth.

"Kesesese, but you want him to be." Ivan went to grab his collar but he swiftly dodged the attack. "Getting defensive are we?" He teased.

"Shut up or I will make you shut up!" Ivan all but yelled. He didn't care if he was making a scene, the idiotic Prussian was pushing all of his buttons and he wouldn't take that sitting down.

"Ooh, I'm so scared~" Gilbert mocked. He opened his mouth to say more but was abruptly cut off by the heavyset Russian tackling him over the table. The two fell to the ground with a thud, Ivan's hands instantly wrapping themselves around the albino's throat, and began throttling him.

"I told you to shut up!" He was screaming at this point. His whole body was shaking in anger as he shook the Prussian violently. There were loud gasps and some screams from other customers as the scene began to unfold. Gilbert desperately tried to remove Ivan's large hands from his neck as he squirmed beneath his massive body. Ivan removed one of his hands from the man's neck and began punching him repeatedly. He didn't care where as long as he left a mark. Gilbert's face contorted in pain as he tried his hardest to hold in his groans of pain. There was no way he'd give Ivan the satisfaction he wanted.

Gilbert was just about to pass out from lack of air when the large man was suddenly removed from his body. He inhaled sharply and began coughing. Oh, sweet air! He thought.

He could hear sirens in the distance; but they appeared to be fading, as well as the rest of the world. Soon enough, everything went black.

Ivan had been having so much fun causing Gilbert pain when he was tackled off of the albino by a police officer. He didn't have much time to think before his hands where bound behind his back by hand cuffs.

He was escorted to the police car by the two officers while Gilbert was taken by the paramedics. Ivan was seated awkwardly in the backseat, since he was too large to fit the proper way. He let out an exasperated sigh as they drove towards the police station. What would Feliks say when he found out? No, he would not let himself think of that dreaded cross dresser.

Once the car had reached the police office, Ivan was removed from the vehicle and brought to a cell, where he was to stay for the night so they could decipher what to do with him, or what his punishment would be. When the officer asked him if he would like a phone call, the Russian paled. He had no one to call except for Natalia, who would never be able to bail him out, especially since she was still furious with him, and Feliks. He contemplated saying, "no" before he finally gave in and sighed, reluctantly accepting the offer.

"How could you like, do that? Are you like, a total idiot?" Feliks all but screeched as they exited the police office. Ivan was trailing a few feet behind the blonde, rubbing his sore wrists, sheepishly. The blonde halted to a stop and turned to face the Russian, arms crossed over top his chest. He was fuming. "Answer me!"

Ivan let out a small groan before glaring at Feliks. "I had my reasons." he grumbled.

"And like, what were those, huh? They better be damned good ones." Ivan looked towards the ground and mumbled incoherent words. "Speak louder." Feliks ordered. Ivan looked up from the ground only to stare straight into the blonde's emerald eyes.

"He was insulting you." Feliks' face began to soften as the words wormed their way into his head. He uncrossed his arms and gave Ivan a gentle hug.

"You really are an idiot." He mumbled into Ivan's chest. Ivan looked down at the blonde boy that was currently clinging to him and sighed, hesitantly wrapping his own arms around the boy's frail body, and rested his head atop of Feliks'.

They stood there in silence for what seemed like eternity.

Yup, there you have it.

I had to stop while writing the ice cream scene 'cause I started craving it myself. Derp.

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