Madeline ran to school as quickly as her feet could take her. She wasn't always athletic, and never liked skirt because they were too short. But she didn't care because she wanted to make sure that Alfred was alright and was well enough to attend school. As soon as she approached the bus stop, she crashes into the sign and wraps her arms tightly around it because her leg were beginning to fail on her. She hung her head as her fingers slid down the sign and catches her breath heavily. She didn't tie her hair because of how neglectful she was of it and didn't care much anyhow. She brushes it back and huffs.

"Good morning, devushka."

She turns her head and see no one other than Ivan. A strange man with the unmerciful desire to ruin one's life. Almost like a Sadistic.

"Good morning Ivan." she greets. "Beautiful day, eh?"

"I beg to deffir." he replies with a shrug.

She didn't try to smile at him. It was to forceful.

"Why du yu wan to go to school so badly of all sudden?" he asks, almost curiously. "Is it becos of (leans dramatically) Alfred?"

Madeline shakes in fear of his shadow and scoots away with her weak legs.

"Do not da wurries. I tuk him into my on hands."

"Wait." she scoots back, keeping a certain distance from his kolkolkol. "Were you-"

"There?" He smiles. "Of course! Men like me have free time his hands, som'times too much, yes?" he winks.

She ignores the questions given, not giving any thought if it was literal or he meant more than what he said. "D-did you take him?"

"Da! It waz so fun." he chuckles maliciously as he turns slowly to Madeline with his tongue out.

The bus was slow to arrive and Madeline didn't want to be stuck with him in the seat so she asks quickly, "What did you do to him?"

"A bus!" he yips cheerfully as he climbs inside the bus, as he disregards her. Madeline, unfortunately, climbs into the bus as she shudders to sit near him. She selects the seat behind Ivan, and cautiously leans forward a bit as the door began to close. Like hell.

Madeline tries her best to sound rugged, and mean, but saying, "T-t-tell me, Ivan!" made her sound too desperate and weak for an answer.

"I told you, Madeline." he says in a singy-songy tone. "We had fun."

"Ivan, don't play game-" she pauses as she stares at him in awe. "...you...remember my name..."

Ivan nodded as his silver hair swishes in agreement acting as if he were poise. First sign of him being human.

Madeline relaxes in her seat as Ivan smiles, more thoughtfully, as the bus approaches the school. She tells herself quietly that she'd preferably wait and see rather than spending her time begging, despite the fact that surprises terrifies her (like the sudden transfer to this school).

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Francis skips to school is an upbeat manner as he passes by Arthur with a pile of overdue fantasy books. Francis twirls on the tip of his toes with his arms in the air with rejoicement, delighted to come across Arthur in his path to school. "How's life, A'thur?"

Arthur puffs as he blows his bangs out of his view. "Well," he began as his mind flashes back to yesterday in his mind. His lips began to curl without his consent. "I walked your cousin back to her home since it was getting quite dark outside. So I accompanied her and made sure she made it out alive. You know how your cousin is." Flowers were popping out of Arthur's head as Francis watches Arthur go into a trance of his imagination.

Francis gradually stops dancing as his finger taps his bottom lip in curiosity. "Ah, so you wer pleazing ze gur'." He claps his hands together in delight. "How wonderfil. Ju are learning tu luv." But this made his heart sank a little. "But wat abou' moi~?"

"I'm not loving anyone, you weirdo!" he automatically snaps out of his trance to bluster, nearly dropping his books. He leans his head a little over the pile of books to hide his face. "I was simply making a friend."

"Which is rare." Francis adds agreeingly. "By ze wae, I found Alfred yesturdae."

Arthur lifts his face from the wall of books in his arms and looks at him seriously. "Is this true?"

France nods.

"Did you see him limping perhaps?"

"No, don't be silly!" Of course, Arthur thought to himself. He held his head up high with pride undefeated. "He was tied up by his enemy, Russia!"

"WHAAATT!?" his voice explodes into the tight atmosphere, echoing back to scare away sparrows and Francis. Francis glares at him, despite the fact that he's also afraid of him at the moment. Arthur stares at him with questioning eyes.

Francis bites his lip. "What zit somezing I said?"

"Francis, you saw this when?"

"When you guys left me alon'."

"The second we left?"

"...Oui..." he answers slowly."Russia waz la'ghing and America was asleep!" he continues all of the sudden cheerfully. "He had a cute face!" he cooes.

Arthur shook his head as he rolled his eyes. "Moron, he was unconscious! Now..." he trails off as he thinks to himself. What could Russia possibly want with America? Oh well, it's no surprise since they are enemies.

Viola! There! *sigh* I'm so glad there's Spring break. I can use some time to sleep and write. Stay tune!