Chapter 12: Overly Protective

Word Count: 6,760

I enjoyed writing this chapter actually. I hope you all enjoy reading it as well.


Ivan moved over to his other side as he woke up to a very annoying demon. "Alfred… it is screaming again." He muttered, pushing against the blond who was partially on top of him. Alfred grunted, looking up, his eyes blurry with sleep and hair sticking up since they had showered before getting into bed. Ivan chuckled at the sight as Alfred leaned over him and brought his hand down on the alarm clock, making it go silent. The blond laid his head right back down on Ivan's chest, arms coming up to wrap around the others waist.

Sighing, but still having an amused smile, Ivan pushed at the other. "Alfred, you said yesterday that we had to get up once that thing went off. This is about the tenth time."

"Five more minutes…"

Ivan had no idea what the blond said other then 'five', but didn't bother questioning it, seeing as Alfred was not moving he could guess. "I do not want to go anywhere either." It sounded fun to meet others like him, but at the same time… intimidating. Everybody was probably stronger than him in this time period. At least he had Alfred as an ally, which would help. "I would much rather just stay here…" Ivan smiled, snuggling under the blond; he was very warm even if the dead weight sometimes bothered him. "I am sure we could have our own fun."

He saw Alfred smile at that and knew that the other was awake. Alfred peeked his eye open and moved up to kiss him. Ivan hummed in approval, wrapping his arm that wasn't trapped under Alfred around the tanned shoulders, moving his hand along the muscle that was there. Alfred pulled away after a moment before sighing heavily, nuzzling into Ivan's chest. "No… we have to go or my boss will probably have me deported back to America. But I'll be your translator, and if anybody gives you problems then I'll just smack them around a couple times. Verbally of course, no need to start a war. And I'll introduce you to everybody of course."

"Of course." Ivan smiled, "I look forward to today... my sister will not be there right?"

"I think she's still somewhere close by, but I doubt she'll be at the meeting."

"You do a poor job at comforting." Alfred shrugged, smiling. "You will probably have to fix your hair, it looks like a small little animal."

"Thanks." Alfred huffed, running a hand through it.

Ivan chuckled as the blond easily calmed his messy hair. "It was cute though."

"Well thank goodness for that." Alfred smiled, letting his hand drop a moment before lowering his head to start kissing down Ivan's jaw towards his neck. Ivan tilted his head back. smiling and running a hand into the blond's hair.

"We will have to get up soon..." Ivan informed. Alfred only hummed in response, tightening his grip around Ivan's waist. When there was suddenly a knock at the door Ivan let out a noise and pushed the tired blond off of him. It wasn't that hard while Alfred was so sleepy.

"Ah, what?" Alfred groaned as he was tossed into the cold air since all the blankets were piled on just one side of the bed. Ivan was quickly up and getting on clothes.

"Sorry Mr. America, if you recall you asked me to wake you up if you were not up by this time."

"Thanks Toris." There was silence on the other side and Alfred moved to watch as Ivan tightened his scarf around him - which was really really long on him, going down to the boots he was starting to pull on, blush clear. "Why are you so worked up? Toris wouldn't really care if he saw up laying together, it is not like we were doing anything yet and he's not one to spread rumors."

"What? No! Why are you so unmodest? For Toris to see us like that..." Ivan shook his head at the very thought. "You are ridiculous."

"Right... well the little squeak you made when he knocked was worth it."

Ivan flushed deeply, turning to look at him. Alfred was glad he didn't use the scarf to hide it, it was adorable and the red that dusted his cheeks stood out all the more against the pail skin. "I-I did not squeak!"

"You totally did." Alfred smirked, slowly getting off the bed and walking up to Ivan to cup the others warm face, bumping their foreheads together. "It was cute."

"I did not squeak." Ivan insisted, looking up into blue eyes, still blushing heavily. "Get dressed you idiot, before Toris comes back to check on you."

Alfred groaned, but let go and started towards his suitcase that he was still too lazy to unpack. "Yeah, duty calls and all that." He grumbled as he pulled on his clothes.

"I have never been to a meeting with so many nations. But ones with the royals were never fun, is it like that?"

"I can only assume. It's boring and you have to watch what you say, but no matter what you'll end up piss somebody off."

"Sounds exactly the same then." Ivan smiled, "I will meet you downstairs, yes?" He asked, watching as Alfred nodded as he yawned, starting to pull on some pants. Ivan watched awhile longer until the other had pulled on the pants before snapping to himself and starting out the door. He had slept with Alfred several more times and he was in fact pleased that it did not hurt much at all, not in comparison to the first time. Instead it was almost completely pleasant. Which was very, very nice. Though his body was starting to react to the smallest of Alfred touches, which would probably be a problem down the line.

He would just enjoy it for now though. Walking downstairs he sat at the table where there was already breakfast waiting along with Toris. He said a simple greeting to the other, trying to act casual before starting to eat his own food. Hopefully Toris didn't somehow know what they were doing behind the door. That would be awkward, though considering they were staying in the same bed that probably spoke for itself. He pushed it from his mind as he ate the food. Alfred came downstairs. "Hey, morning you two!" Alfred greeted, smiling as he sat down at his seat, starting to devour his food like somebody who was starving. Sometimes Ivan wondered if Alfred's people were mostly starving, which was common, that would explain his appetite. He also drank this black stuff that Ivan had found out had almost tasted as bad as unboiled water (part of him did wonder if it was really water). Thankfully Toris had gotten him some wine to drink. Alfred had given him a weird look at the request, though he had a difficult time finding out why.

"Toris, I haven't asked you, are you going to the meeting?" Alfred asked through a mouth full of food.

"I am allowed to go I am sure, but I was not expressly invited."

"Oh, sorry dude."

"It is no problem. I do not mind."

"Yeah, at least my Bro will be there. I haven't seen him in forever."

"Oh... I forgot you had a brother." Ivan commented, looking at Alfred, "You two are close?"

"Totally. Heck, never been siblings as close as us. Okay, except for maybe the Italy brothers."

"Oh, I have met them, they were so small." Ivan smiled.

"Oh you know them?"

"Yes, I have also met their Grandfather, he seems very cheerful, though strong. I last met him when I was younger though."

"Dude, you really are ancient if you know him."

"I do not know about ancient. But it is good to know my country will be around a long while." Ivan smiled. "You are just young."

"You're smaller." Alfred stuck his tongue out.

"Not forever~"

"Let me enjoy this moment!"

Ivan chuckled, shaking his head but dropping it. Alfred was so amusing.


Ivan continuously played with his scarf as he followed Alfred silently where apparently they were holding the meeting. He was feeling abit nervous. He hoped that none of them expected to discuss anything going on in this world... even if they could possibly talk to him that was. But no, he had Alfred to help translate. Which left him with the problem of not having anything to say if they questioned about anything. Would anybody even want to talk to him? Nobody did in his time, not really. But Alfred said he had friends... who were they again? Toris... China? Ah... he couldn't remember, he hoped that him and China were friends, he was somebody completely familiar to Ivan and somebody he wouldn't mind being friends with. Unlike some other countries that were somewhat similar. Like the Teutonic Order. The other had always been bitter about Ivan pushing him into a frozen lake. It was his fault for trying to invade really.

He looked up when they walked into a room. There were several nations in the room already and many of them looked towards him. That was not comforting. Still, he followed Alfred inside as the blond stopped before... well... what honestly looked like a copy of Alfred. "Dude Mattie! It is so good to see you!" Alfred said, sitting down next to the copy. Ivan hesitated before sitting down as well.

"Hey Alfred." Matthew smiled. "How are you?"

"Pretty awesome actually."

"How are things going with Russia?"

"The best, it's so fun! I actually got him on a sugar high."

"... please tell me you are kidding Alfred."

"Nope, I actually got Russia on a sugar high. I feel like I should be given a metal."

Matthew put his head in one of his hands. "You are so irresponsible."

"Yeah, he is sort of still freaked out by the elevator and he keeps calling cars demons though."

"You understand him?"

"Yeah, you know that stupid dead language Russia taught me during the Cold War? Turns out it's actually coming in handy. Though he seems to know some English, not enough to get by."

"So... he's from a different time?"

"Yeah guess so." Matthew looked at Ivan who had grown bored with the conversation he couldn't understand and was staring almost obsessively at the blinking light on the ceiling. Why was it blinking? Was it dying? Or perhaps it was trying to communicate somehow.

"What time is he from?" The quiet blond asked, looking back at his brother.

"Um..." Alfred stretched out the word, looking blankly back at Mattie.

"You've been staying with him and can understand him, surely he must have said."

"Well he says some stuff about the royals, but they were around forever before I came along."

Matthew sighed heavily. "Just ask him who his ruler is."

"Fine, fine! Jeez." Alfred said, turning to Ivan, "Hey Ivan." Ivan's attention snapped down from the ceiling. "Who's your leader in your time?"

"Oh, that would be Czar Ivan the third."

"Thanks." Alfred smiled before looking at Mattie. "Some dead dude named Ivan."

"Which Ivan Alfred?"

"The third or whatever."

"That's Ivan the Great."

"Wow really? Awesome!"

"How could you not know that?"

"Hey, I can't keep track of every Ivan that Russia has had in his history! That's like impossible. Besides, what did he do that was so great?"

Matthew rubbed his forehead in agitation. "Well, that is around the time when the huns were pushed out of Russia and no longer ruled them. That's what Ivan the Great helped to do as well as being just about the only ruler who expanded the Russian land so much in a single rule."

"The huns invaded Russia?" Matthew let his head fall into the white fur of his bear.

"Why are you such an idiot with history?" He muttered.

Alfred tilted his head a bit at his brother, smiling in confusion. "Alfred you idiot!" Arthur said, coming over to them, "I need to talk to you."

"Why is everybody calling me an idiot? I know things, okay?" Alfred pouted.

"Obviously not, now come here." Arthur grabbed Alfred's arm and dragged - well Alfred stood up and followed him - out of the chair.

"What did I do?" Alfred groaned as they were taken from the table. Ivan looked curiously after them, but decided to stay where he was until Alfred was done talking to... his former motherland. It was funny thinking that since Alfred was so much taller.

"You know perfectly well!" Arthur said, letting go once they were a good distance where nobody could overhear him and turning to scowl at the younger. "I told you that I had the spell to change Ivan back and I haven't seen or heard anything from you since then!"

"I don't want to change him back! He's actually fun now." Alfred whined.

"Don't act like a child! You know very well he doesn't belong in this world."

"Look, it's not like I'm planning on keeping him forever or whatever, he wants to stay a little while and just see what this world is like."

"How long?"

"Um... like a year?"

"No."

"What? How is this your choice? This is even your fault!" Alfred frowned.

"That is why I am trying to fix it! Damn it Alfred, magic always has negative effects especially with something this big. I do not care if he wants to stay, he can't." Alfred was looking elsewhere now though. "Are you even listening anymore?" The other didn't respond. "Alfred!" He said, smacking the other on the top of his head.

The blond whined, looking up at him. "What was that for?"

"For ignoring me!"

"Right, I'll think on it." Alfred said, looking back to where Francis was talking to Ivan, who for the most part looked lost at the onslaught of English.

"This isn't something you can just push off until it suites you Alfred! These things always end badly. And if you think for a moment something terrible will not happen you are fooling yourself!"

"Uh-huh." Alfred muttered.

"Pay attention!"

"What?" Alfred asked, glancing at him before looking back. "Yeah no, I heard you. But what could happen? I mean I'm here to help him, so I can protect anybody!"

"You are being prideful Alfred-" But Alfred started walking away towards Francis who had taken Ivan's hand and kissed it with a flirtatious wink. Ivan blushed brightly, using his other hand to try and cover it with his scarf. Alfred ignored Arthur calling him back. Ivan had pulled his hand away from the kiss, still blushing heavily. Matthew looked up at Alfred, also red.

"What's going on?" Alfred asked, looking around. Ivan took a step back when he heard him, looking down at the ground.

"I was simply talking to little Russia here." Francis smiled.

Alfred hesitated before looking at Matthew, who answered quietly "He is only talking... but he does seem to be taking advantage of the fact that Ivan doesn't speak English."

"What did he say?"

"I am not repeating it." Matthew muttered, looking away.

"I was only having a bit of harmless fun." Francis waved off. Alfred rolled his eyes, shaking his head. Though Francis usually was a constant flirt and joked about a lot of things, he was above forcing others consent or taking advantage of one who couldn't consent. So Alfred would take his word for it for the moment.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Ah Ivan, this is France."

"Yes, I remember him." Ivan muttered through his scarf that was still covering half his face.

"What is that language Alfred?" Francis asked curiously.

"Ah... what was it called... Old Slavic I think. Russia taught it to me during the Cold War as a prank."

"An old language. It is no wonder I do not recall it. I doubt many do."

"Yeah, well Belarus knew it and so does Toris. But those are the only ones so far that I know of." Alfred shrugged. "This meeting is for everybody to meet Ivan right?"

"Oui, I believe that is the only real purpose. It is rare that we see somebody even slightly different for a country so it is hardly surprising."

"Well I should probably help him met some people then. There's a lot of people, this isn't a G8 meeting?"

"No, it is pretty open to anybody who could make it on such short time."

"You... haven't seen Belarus have you?"

"No, not that I have seen." Francis informed. "I will be seeing you two later today." He sent a wink towards Ivan before walking off.

"Still so weird for him to even be flirting with Russia. Come on, I'll introduce you to other people." Ivan nodded and stepped closer to Alfred. The blond looked around a moment before finding somebody else to talk to.

Of course before Alfred could really go about introducing Ivan, Italy hopped over, "Ah, it is true! You shrunk!" That's right, Italy hadn't been there when Ivan was reverted back. "Oh, you are much less mean and scary this way!" Alfred was suddenly glad Ivan didn't understand English as he looked at the other in curious confusion as he usually did when somebody talked in English towards him.

"Ivan, this is Italy, he's really friendly."

Ivan nodded, looking at him, "He has grown a lot since when I have seen him..."

"Oh, what language are we speaking, are you guys saying something super secretive? Can I know?"

"He seems very friendly... what is he saying?"

"Wondering why you shrunk. Sorry Italy, he doesn't know English, so I'm translating for him."

"Oh I see! That is so cool! Tell him I saw ciao~"

"He says hi."

"Oh!" Ivan seemed to brighten at the aspect of somebody talking directly to him - in a way. He turned and smiled at Italy, "Hello, it is nice to... meet you." Again. Unsure of how Italy greeted people, he just stood there awkwardly a moment.

"He says hi." Alfred translated into English, "And that it's nice to see you again."

"Oh good!" Italy smiled happily, moving forward and kissing both of Ivan's cheeks in greeting. Ivan blinked a moment before smiling, returning the gesture, which seemed to make Italy even happier. "He is so cute! Can we keep him like this?" Italy asked hopefully, looking up at Alfred like a child asking to keep a puppy.

"Um... well for awhile. I was planning on showing him around the world while he was like this."

"Really? You must come visit me and Germany! It will be a lot of fun!" Italy said excitedly, looking back and forth between them, though eyes still closed. Alfred wondered how he did that. "I'll make pasta and Germany might make some of his sausages, but sometimes they taste like death, so I would be careful, but sometimes they taste alright, and you drink beer right America? He'll probably have some, so you guys can totally come over!"

"Awesome that'll be awesome!"

"What did he say?"

"He said we were welcome to come over to visit."

"I like him, he seems fun. And he greets just like his Grandpa used to." Ivan sighed, glad to have something at least vaguely familiar in this world. "Do people greet like that now?"

"No." Alfred said instantly, "It's okay with Italy, but nobody else greets like that." That wasn't true, even Alfred knew that... but he didn't want Ivan kissing anybody. He was fine with Italy, cause Italy was cool and super friendly and didn't seem to be looking at Ivan in a sexual way. Then again Italy could be quiet the lady's man from what Alfred heard... he would need to ask the other how he was so good at it. Refocusing on the present, Alfred heard Italy going on about what they could do. "Ah, sorry Italy, but I got to introduce Ivan to everybody, but we'll talk later, alright?"

"Alright!" Italy smiled, "I will talk to both of you later! Ciao~" Italy waved before running off to somewhere else.

"Oh... he left." Ivan said, seeming somewhat saddened.

"You wanted to talk to him some more?" Ivan nodded, looking up at him. A lot of people liked Italy... it was natural, he was a likable guy. Alfred looked away. "Glad you liked him, he's a friendly guy. But we got other people to meet." Ivan blinked up at Alfred a moment before leaning up to get a better look at the other. "What's that look for?"

"Alfred... are you jealous?"

"What? Jealous of what? Pfft, whatever."

"You are! Oh my goodness, that is so adorable."

"What? It is not- Bad Ivan, bad."

Ivan pursed his lips, looking at Alfred, "I have not done anything bad. But fine, perhaps you are not jealous."

"Thank you."

"But I think we should go visit Italy's place first. And I am sure that Italy will not mind sharing a bed with me."

"What?"

"We would just be sleeping of course."

"He sleeps naked!"

"Ah, even better." Ivan smiled, looking towards Italy.

"Damn it Ivan, I just know you're purposely trying to make me angry." And damn the little tyrant it was working. He felt like he needed to rip somebody's head off, either Italy's or Ivan's... maybe both.

Ivan looked back up at him. "No, I am just teasing Alfred. I have not seen you jealous and it is cute to see. I am happy you are jealous, I just wanted you to admit it. If I had know how easily it was to get this reaction from you I would have done it sooner."

Oh, that was certainly a comfort. "This coming from somebody jealous of himself?"

Ivan blinked a moment before realization hit him and he blushed lightly. "Y-you noticed that?"

"How could I not? Whenever somebody mentions Russia and isn't talking about you technically you get this look on your face." Ivan frowned, no it was whenever Alfred himself mentioned him. He didn't want to share Alfred with his future self who was older and married to the amazing blond and probably more experienced and didn't deserve him as much as Ivan did he could bet- "See, right there, there it is." Ivan realized he was scowling and cleared it.

"N-no! I-it's not that I'm jealous... it is just... that... that ... you have never slept with him have you?"

"Really Ivan? Really? You're really going to ask me if I've slept with you?"

"Not me! Russia!" Ivan knew they were married, but that didn't have to mean that they slept together! Sure, technically it was his future self so that meant that if it was a yes he could look forward to doing this again after he lost the blond when he went back to his own time. But this Russia wasn't really him, so he was nothing more then competition for Alfred's affections.

Alfred laughed as if it were a joking matter, sighing and walking away. Ivan looked towards him before following, opening his mouth to demand Alfred answer before the blond said, "Yeah, we did."

If Ivan ever met his future self he would have to kill him. "What? Why?"

"I am not continuing this Ivan, it's absolutely ridiculous."

"But... Alfred." Alfred did stop to turn to look at him. "It is just really strange to think about it... I mean knowing somebody who I technically am not having slept with you before." Ivan said, looking down, trying to explain why he would be jealous of his future. "I know it is silly and sounds ridiculous but I was sort of hoping that you hadn't slept with anybody else before I came along..."

Alfred hesitated before letting out a quiet sigh at how down the other looked. It was surprising how fast they had gone from cheerful and lightly joking to angry to Ivan being depressed. They both needed to reign in their emotions a little more probably. Still, he felt sort of sad that Ivan was looking so down. He moved to the other, putting a hand on the others head, not wanting other countries to think he was sleeping with Ivan... which he was. Ivan looked up from the ground, but he still looked upset. "Don't be so down... I mean technically I didn't sleep with anybody before you..." Alfred muttered quietly even though he was pretty positive nobody understood him.

Ivan blinked up at him, "But you said that you have slept wi- oh... wait, you mean... I'm going to kill my future self."

"Oh my god Ivan, that was suppose to cheer you up!"

"He defiled you."

"I'm done. Just done. With all of this. I wash my hands of it." Alfred said, walking away once again.

"Do not worry, I do not blame you. He probably seduced you through evil means."

"Nope, nope, I'm not going into this conversation anymore. It's crazy!"

"Is it because you prefer him?"

"No! You guys act so similar how can I prefer one to the other? You're the same person!"

"How can you say that?"

"Look Ivan, I love you but you are being ridiculous."

"What did you say?"

"I said that... Oh..." Alfred stopped, eyes widening a bit at the realization. It hit him hard and he looked back at Ivan who was regarding him hopefully. "That just... slipped out..."

But Ivan was looking much too happy. "No, that's okay! I am more then happy that you prefer me!"

That wasn't exactly what he meant by it slipping out, but it was easier for Ivan just to think whatever he wanted then try to explain. So Alfred just nodded, looking away quickly, "Ah... let's go meet some people." He muttered out. Ivan following cheerfully behind him.


Everybody seemed friendly enough to Ivan, though he didn't like how most looked at him, but he just brushed it off as nobody being used to him looking different. Alfred didn't seem to notice, but Ivan had noted his husband was usually on the oblivious side, so that could mean absolutely nothing.

The sun was high in the sky and he found himself yawning a lot. It wasn't like he had gotten a lot of sleep last night - not that he was complaining... well, maybe a little with the lack of sleep. There seemed to be some discussion that he wasn't sure what was about after he had met everybody at least once, though he didn't say much, and at the moment Alfred wasn't translating, usually just laughing or adding in his own comment to the conversation. So the boring part didn't help him wanting to sleep. He could tell others were tired as well and after a little Alfred looked at him, smiling softly. "Tired?"

"How could you tell?" Ivan muttered, putting his hand over his mouth as he yawned again. Alfred let out a small chuckle, people were starting to leave. "Is it time to go?" Ivan perked up at that.

"No, we're just taking a lunch break to eat."

"This is worst then meeting with royals or lords." Ivan muttered. Then again, he supposed it couldn't compare since he could actually talk to them while here he wasn't given that option.

"Sorry, you could stay here with Mattie while I get you something... probably something Russian since that's all that's around."

"That would be nice... but what if you get kidnapped again?"

"I doubt that will happen."

"It happened last time."

Alfred sighed, rolling his eyes as he stood up. "If anything comes up I'll like send somebody to get you." Like somebody in Russia's government, Ivan would probably be safe with somebody higher up in his very own government. "Don't worry so much though, I won't be gone that long, promise."

Ivan nodded before the blond went out the door. There was almost nobody in the room. Who was he suppose to stay with again? Oh well, he would just remain seated here for now. Resting his head in his hands and elbows on the wooden table, he wished that he at least had his studies on him so that he could at least practice English. Everybody had been speaking it. Perfect. At least he knew that was going to become the main language sometime in the future. It made him want to learn it more.

After awhile he learned that Alfred was either a very poor judge of time or he had lied considering that it seemed to be forever that Ivan was alone in the room. Then again, nobody else had yet to return, well okay, Yao had and so had this nation with black hair, they were talking, though it seemed somewhat tense. Ivan didn't understand them, not even hearing familiar English. Which was upsetting, he knew some of Yao's language too, so either his had also changed (possibly) or they were talking in another language. Sighing, he allowed himself to relax enough to lean back into the back of the chair. Ivan startled slightly when he saw the Teutonic Order come up, but the white haired annoyance wasn't talking to him, though standing by him he was talking to Alfred's brother - when had he come back?

Once again it was English, Ivan was sick of not knowing it and everybody around him speaking it. Especially when he hear what he was now positive Alfred's name - America. Which made him very curious, but alas he could hardly understand a word of it. After awhile the man looked at him. Ivan observed him. He really didn't look too much different, different clothes of course, but he looked basically the same, just slightly taller. Oh wait, the man was looking at him as if expecting something. Well he had mentioned Alfred several times and Alfred's brother who seemed close to wasn't acting hostile and didn't seem rude.

Ivan sighed internally, what trouble had Alfred gotten himself into this time? That would explain why Alfred was so late. He felt worry grow for the oblivious blond as he stood up and started following the Teutonic Order towards the door he had entered with Alfred.


Alfred sighed heavily, sitting down and handing some food to Mattie as he opened his own and started to eat the food that was no longer warm thanks to the cold weather. Ah, it was still good. He took several bites of his food. Something... was missing. Sure he was late, but "Hey Mattie, sorry I didn't ask you what you wanted before I went, but I just sort of guessed what you would like."

"Ah, Alfred-"

"And I mean I sort of know things you like, though it's hard to do with the different language and everything. I guess I was so hungry I didn't think to ask, but I didn't forget you, don't worry about that!"

"Al...-"

"But thanks for watching Russ... um... where's Ivan?" That was what was off. Eh, how could he have missed that? He was always off on meeting days, but to miss that... well he felt like an idiot to say the least.

"I've been trying to tell you... Prussia took Russia."

"What? Why didn't you stop him or call me or something?"

"Well... we talked and ah... he brought up some good points..." Matthew winced slightly. "And we aren't allowed to use our phones at the meetings..."

"Never mind, when and where did they go?"

"I don't know where... but only ten minutes or so after we were all released for lunch."

"What?" Alfred hissed, looking around the meeting that was going on regardless of him coming back late. "But that was over an hour ago!"

"I know! I'm sorry."

"Not your fault..." Alfred looked around the room quietly. "Where's Prussia?"

"I haven't seen either of them since..."

"Great. Just perfect. But I'm probably being paranoid and over thinking this... maybe Prussia's just being kind and getting food for Ivan since he was by himself... I mean Arthur said I was just being ridiculous and over exaggerating with how everybody was acting around Ivan. I mean he hasn't become like so attractive compared to when he's older that people would act too out of sorts right?" Alfred looked at Matthew. "Right?"

"... um... no... well...you should probably find him quickly when you put it like that... and um... probably not let others know that he might be... vulnerable."

"Fuck." Alfred sighed, running a hand through his hair before sighing and standing up.

"America, I just got finished explaining that if you want to speak your turn you have to raise your hand, not stand." Germany growled, obviously sick of the misconduct. This time it had taken until half the meeting was over, so that was something to look at. "And where is Russia? He is the point as to why we called this meeting together."

"Yeah... his government decided to take him out of this meeting. You know... I think we all hate these meetings, I mean they're boring." Alfred chuckled, smiling. "Why don't we ever discuss anything important that we can actually try fixing? I mean, remember back during the major wars between all of us? We were way more productive then! Every one of us in this room, even if you weren't involved completely!"

"I mass produced white flags!" Italy pipped up, sighing after that, "Good times!"

"You are clearly not thinking properly, if you are saying that the World War was a good thing." Arthur muttered. "Especially with the holocaust." The room went silent for a moment. It was an unspoken rule that one nation never mention bad points like for example, the holocaust. Arthur swallowed thickly as he looked to Germany. "I apologize for that."

Germany was tense, gaze dark as he looked at England. "Of course... though I would have thought you to have more tact." The tension that was in the air was thick. This was the sort of things that could in the long term start wars.

"I did not mean to say that I hope you understand."

"I suppose it slipped out then? I fully comprehend the error of that time on my part, but I do not need you bringing it up." There was a long stretch of silence where it was clear it would have to be solved rationally or there would be a fight.

Arthur was the first to break the silence, "I just meant that... with all the death, on both sides, and that it was improper for America here to bring up-" Arthur stopped when he gestured to the empty seat Alfred had been standing in front of. A quick scan of the room showed the blond was nowhere to be seen. His eyes landed on Matthew, the person who was sitting closest to Alfred. "Where did he go?"

Matthew jumped, surprised somebody asked him. "Ah... he was waiting until somebody mentioned that so he could skip out..." And now all the disapproval was focused on Alfred. Matthew bit his lips, sending a silent apology but he had always said he'd be unable to lie for any of his technical family if the any asked about something about another.


Alfred slammed the door open, seeing somebody startle. It did take a lot to break down a hotel door without any tools. "Oh good, you're here, if you had made me track you down I would be even more pissed off." Alfred smiled, stepping into the room.

"America? What the hell?" Prussia questioned. Alfred did a quick glance around the room. No Ivan.

Alfred walked up to the other, still smiling and relaxed, "Hey, I just needed to talk to you for a minute, I am sorry for the door, I don't really wanna make a bigger job for the staff here." Once Alfred was close enough he grabbed the others shirt, pulling him up so that he wasn't touching the ground, demeanor changing as he glared into the other mans eyes with the very promise of death if unsatisfied. "Where. Is. Ivan?"

"What? You cannot be serious! What the hell America?"

"It's amazing what you can do in an hour really, people can do a lot in that time." Alfred eyed the very familiar bruise across the others cheek, skin split open against the jaw. "You must have pissed him off, huh? What did you do, try and rape him?"

"Hey, wait a minute now! Don't you remember when you rescued me from that same bastard who did all sorts of torture to me."

"I don't think you're getting this." Alfred smiled, walking forward with Prussia still worming in his grip. "Ivan is from the past and isn't responsible for anything his future self does, understand?" Alfred turned to open the balcony door before stepping out, hanging Prussia over the ledge. "Now, hopefully you're shirt doesn't rip. Where is Ivan?"

"This distance isn't enough to kill me, you're still the same idiot, can't even make a good-"

"Oops." Alfred said as he let go of the shirt. He climbed down over the balcony before jumping down himself, feeling his knees try to give way under the sudden weight, but he stayed standing before walking over to a groaning Prussia, who was curled up holding his leg. "It's not suppose to kill you, then I couldn't ask you questions for like weeks. So, let's try this again." Alfred grabbed the others neck, ignoring the stares he was getting as he moved towards the hotel once again.

"Somebody will stop you before you get to the window again!"

"Maybe I'll just use to doors to break all your fingers off then. Or better yet, why use doors?" Alfred smiled, waking into an alleyway with much less people around turning towards the other and letting the other go onto the ground before taking his wrist and grabbing one of the fingers. "Some call me impatient, you want to test that theory one more time? Where's Ivan?"

Prussia glared up at him, "I thought you were a pretty awesome dude too."

Alfred ripped off a large section of Prussia's shirt, ignoring the protest the other made as he shoved it down the others throat before grabbing the others finger and twisting it back hard. He heard the others muffled scream, but he moved to the next finger as soon as the scream died, seeing the others eyes widen. Alfred snapped that one back, waiting for the muffled scream and cry to die before grabbing the torn cloth out of the others mouth. "Where is he?" The nice thing about Prussia was that he was easy to intimidate after a little pain.

"I don't know!" Prussia gasped out.

"What do you mean you don't know? You saw him last. You had him last. Where is he?"

"L-look, I gave him to some Russian Mafia around here, I don't even know which one! There's a bunch!" Alfred stared at him for a long moment before humming.

"You know what? I believe you." Alfred smiled. Prussia sighed out, pulling his arm back as Alfred loosened his grip, cradling it to his chest. Alfred grabbed Prussia's chin and the back of the others head before turning it sharply, a loud crack emitting from the other. Alfred let the others head fall from his fingers, watching the body slump to the ground and dusting his hands off as if he'd gotten some dirt on them before walking away calmly.