Suddenly, a pipe flew across the room and landed in the wall beside Vladimir, again. Everybody turned to look at Vadim who had a heavy scowl on his face.
"What? I didn't do it!" He growled, offended that those people would think such a sloppy attack belonged to him. Vanya cocked her head to the side.
"If it wasn't you, who was it?" A large crash sounded and Vanya lunged forward and clung to Alfred again. Alfred wrapped his arms around her and whispered calming words into her ear.
"I can't get any sleep with you banging around Alfred." Ivan screamed. Ivan's eyes widened and he asked," Who the hell are you people?" He gestured towards Vadim and Vladimir. Vadim's scowl deepened.
"I thought you were smarter than that, Ivan." He said angrily. Ivan backed away while he gaped at Vadim. "Da, that is right Ivan. I am you, and so is he." Vadim jerked a thumb in Vladimir's direction. Ivan narrowed his eyes and pulled Vanya over to him.
"Vanya, what is he talking about?" Vanya looked down and frowned. "Vanya? Vanya, why won't you answer me?" Vanya's frowned deepened.
"The kill joy over there is Vadim and the annoying one is Vladimir." Ivan nodded his head.
"Da, I have already met Vadim."
"Oh, interesting. Well then, you get to at least meet one new person. And yes Ivan, he is part of you too." Ivan frowned, unhappy to discover a new annoyance.
"Whatever just make sure the smaller one doesn't get near my memories." 'Or I will crack his skull open and leave as he writhes on the floor in agony.' Vanya smacked Ivan.
"I can hear you ya 'know!"
"Great…"
Spain's House
"So now that we know Antonio is gonna help us, let's get you all spray tanned up Russland!" Gilbert bellowed. He reached into one of Antonio's cupboards and pulled out a bottle of bronzer. Ivan sighed, defeated.
"Gilbert, how come you have bronzer here?" Alfred inquired. Gilbert smiled sheepishly.
"Old attempts at trying to get a tan." Alfred's mouth formed an "o" shape before he started laughing hysterically. "Shut it, Alfred!" Alfred wiped a tear from his eye and tried to calm down. He failed epically. Ivan narrowed his eyes as Alfred got up and walked over to the fridge, looking for food to stuff his face with. When he returned to the table, Ivan spit into Alfred's hand and wiped Alfred's face.
"Aww, dude what was that for?" Ivan raised his hand so only Gilbert and Antonio could see. Antonio put a hand over his mouth and Gilbert smirked smugly. Alfred looked at the two. "Why are you smiling?" Ivan sighed and turned his hand over. Against Alfred's hand was a long, golden mark that was supposedly Alfred's "natural" tan. Alfred drooped and tore his hand away from Ivan.
"Look who's all high and mighty now!" Gilbert said, hopping up onto the table. Antonio kicked one of the legs of the table out and Gilbert came toppling down. Alfred started laughing again. Antonio did the same. Ivan sighed.
'I am stuck with a bunch of idiots.'
'It's not all your fault.' A deep voice answered back.
'You are not Vanya…'
'Do you mean Anya? Of course I am not her. I am Comrade Vadim, otherwise known as,' Vadim hesitated slightly. 'Insaney.' Ivan's eyes widened slightly.
'You're the reason I had that terrifying dream.' Ivan thought angrily.
'The Sunflower dream was not my work. No, that was the work of a deceased spirit, with the help of you.'
'What do you mean it was my fault? Who was the deceased spirit?' Ivan pressed, confused to have met another person that lived in his head.
'The deceased spirit was the little girl that was killed. Her name is Melinda. The reason you helped is because your never ending guilt has taken over your dream world.' Ivan blinked.
'Okay then…' Before he could carry on the conversation, he felt a hand grabbing his arm.
"Come on Russia! Antonio is taking us out for ice cream!" Alfred bounced around excitedly while yelling at Gilbert and Antonio to hurry up. Ivan froze at the blonde's touch. His heart fluttered relentlessly in his chest as he stared at the teen's hand. Ivan shook his head and pulled his arm away from the overexcited nation. Alfred gave him an odd look before he turned to Antonio.
"Um, if we are going out for ice cream, I am washing this stuff off of my face." Ivan stated before going to the kitchen sink. The other three shrugged and started to get their things ready. When Ivan finished, he stared into the small mirror located above the sink. He smiled and raked a hand through his hair. "I look pretty handsome with brown hair, da?"
"In your dreams!" a rather obnoxious voice chimed in behind him.
«Сволочь, стоп так собственной личностью центризовала.» Alfred looked at him questioningly.
"What?" He said, clueless. Ivan sighed and turned away. A fluttering sensation started up again in his chest as a light flush covered his face. Alfred shrugged and took his hand, pulling him outside. Antonio drove up in an old, rusty Ford and motioned for everyone to get in. "Shotgun! Called it!" Alfred bellowed as he hopped into the passenger seat.
"Oh hell nein. You are not getting shotgun. That's my seat!" Gilbert growled as he threw the young American out of the car and took his place beside Antonio. Alfred pouted like a child and got in the trunk with Ivan.
"Everyone ready to go?" Antonio asked.
"Da."
"Ja."
"Yeah."
"Alright then, let's get this thing started!" Antonio jabbed the key in ignition and turned it sharply. The car started to purr and Antonio took off.
Alfred smiled brightly as the warm; country wind blew on his face. He glanced at Ivan and his smiled was wiped off his face. Ivan was staring at him with a strange look. Amethyst orbs were filled with mixed emotions as he looked into worried, blue pools. Alfred reached out to touch the Russian. Ivan pulled away quickly though, causing the American to wear a shocked expression. Ivan's gaze strengthened as Alfred grimaced.
"Are, Are you okay?" Alfred whispered in a voice that usually belonged to his brother. Ivan sighed and dropped the stare. Alfred drooped and turned away. The two sat in silence for awhile until Alfred heard the truck make sputtering noises. Black smoke came out of the exhaust pipe and the truck pulled to a jerky stop.
"Dammit, looks like we are stuck here unless we get some gas." Antonio said, lifting the hood up. "Gil, you and I are going to get some gas. Get your coat. It's almost night time and it gets cold at night. We have a long ways to go and the sooner we leave, the sooner we can get to the ice cream parlor." Gilbert nodded and got out of the car. He and Antonio started walking immediately. When Alfred saw that they were out of sight, he turned to Ivan.
"What's wrong with you?" Ivan looked back into his eyes, waiting for Alfred to understand. He needed Alfred to understand. He needed him to realize the hidden feelings that haven't escaped until now.
Alfred frowned and sat up. He narrowed his eyes and got closer to Ivan. His nose brushed up against Ivan's, causing the latter to shudder. Alfred leaned in slightly until Ivan felt his breath on his face. His heart turned violently in his chest as he waited to see what the other nation was going to do. Alfred closed his eyes and pressed up against Ivan. Ivan froze but quickly regained his composure and kissed back. Alfred pushed away when Ivan did so.
"What's wrong with you Commie?" Ivan said nothing and fell back, causing him to hit the back window of the truck. A sharp wind blew on Alfred's face and he shivered. Ivan didn't seem to notice because of his scarf. 'Bastard…' Alfred thought. Ivan turned to look at Alfred, who was giving him a pleading look.
"What?" Ivan answered coldly, making Alfred shiver more. "Oh," Ivan growled. "You are cold." Alfred nodded and wrapped his arms around himself. Ivan sighed and grabbed Alfred's hand. Taking off his scarf, he wrapped it around Alfred's neck. "There," he said flatly. "I hope you will be able to manage." Alfred didn't hear him. He was studying all of the scars around Ivan's neck. He brought his right hand up and touched one of the longer scars. Ivan's heart stopped as he felt the smaller hand brush against his neck. He let out a loud moan before swatting the American's hand away. A dark glow started to emit from him.
"Sorry…" Alfred mumbled. Ivan's aura still didn't falter though, and he intertwined his finger in Nantucket. Alfred gasped sharply before he pulled away from Ivan. The two glared at one another before they realized the hardness in their pants. Ivan's face filled with a deep crimson color that matched Alfred's perfectly.
"KESESESESESE! We're back!" Gilbert's voice sliced through the uncomfortable moment. Alfred lit up considerably and he squealed with joy.
"Ice cream, ice cream! La la la la la la!" Alfred bounced around happily in the back. Ivan thanked Gilbert mentally for destroying the awkward moment. Ivan thought that Gilbert was pretty awesome for that. Antonio filled the tank and fixed the engine easily before getting back in the car.
In no time at all, they were at the ice cream parlor. Alfred pressed his face against the glass and pointed at the ice cream of his choice. He chose the hero special. It had blue, red, and yellow sherbert ice cream in the shape of the Super Man logo. Ivan was eating a plain vanilla cone that he topped with vodka. Antonio had strawberry while Gilbert had mint chocolate chip. The four chatted idly for awhile until Alfred yawned loudly.
"Looks like we better get home before Alf- Emily falls asleep." Antonio caught himself before he said Alfred's name. The other three nodded and they walked back to the truck. Ivan helped Alfred back into the trunk and stepped in after him. Alfred smiled sleepily and lay down in the back. Ivan stared at the sleeping figure and noticed his scarf tied around the younger nation's neck. He sighed and looked into the sky. He watched as a shooting star flew across the night sky and wished silently for this whole fiasco to end.
When the truck stopped in front of the house, Iva picked Alfred up and carried him back into the small cottage. Gilbert turned to Antonio and smiled knowingly. Antonio smiled back.
"I hope Ivan finds it comforting to know that there is only one guest bedroom." Antonio whispered deviously. Gilbert's smile grew wider as he laughed his KESESESESE laugh. Gilbert hopped out of the truck and followed after Antonio.
As they entered the small house, they found Ivan laying Alfred down on the couch. "Hey Russland, there is a guest bedroom down the hall. You can set Alfred down in there." Ivan nodded and walked towards said bedroom. "Oh and Ivan," Ivan turned to look at Gilbert. "Antonio doesn't like it when people sleep on the couch. Because it was a gift and is very old, he throws a hissy fit whenever a wrinkle appears. So you can't sleep there. And by the way, that is the only other guest bedroom." At that point, Gilbert chose to KESESESESE very loudly. Ivan glared coldly at the laughing man. He stalked the rest of the way to the bedroom. He threw open the door and set Alfred down very gently on the bed. Taking off his boots and gaining his scarf back, the tall nation stole a glance at the sleeping nation. His expression was filled with bliss and Ivan's heart started to flutter in his chest again. He was actually genuinely worried that his heart was going to fall out of his chest because it was moving so quickly. He sat down next to the blonde. He reached up and touched his face. Feeling the warmth for a moment, he tore his hand away. He felt that he was not allowed to touch the perfect face. A tear streamed down his face as he clenched his teeth. He wiped it away quickly and fell next to the sleeping teen. His back was turned to Alfred when the tears started pouring out.
Unable to control himself, Ivan cried silently the whole night until he slipped into a deep sleep…
Alfred's Dream
'Alfred sat in the back of an old Ford, staring at his companion to his left. Arthur smiled warmly, his emerald eyes shining with happiness. The wind was blowing gently on their faces as they sat in bliss-filled silence. Arthur turned his head to look at Alfred. Alfred looked back and their eyes met. The two leaned in slightly as their lips met. An electric surge went through Alfred when Arthurs tongue gently caressed his lips. The taller blonde opened his mouth and let the Brit in. When his tongue met the other's, the battle started. Alfred swirled his tongue around Arthur's, causing the bushy-browed man to moan deeply. Arthur broke the kiss to stare into Alfred's eyes.
"You look cold. Here, take my scarf." Arthur handed the ex-colony a long, light pink scarf that looked very familiar. Alfred decided to take it anyway and wrapped it around his neck. The smell of Vodka and Sunflowers filled his senses and Alfred leaned into the pastel-colored fabric. He turned back to give his thanks to the Brit, but was soon looking into the lavender colored eyes of everybody's favorite Russian. Alfred cocked his head to the side, confused as to why his Artie was replaced with a Commie.
"Russia, what are you doing-"Alfred was cut off as pale lips met his own. Alfred's eyes widened. He quickly realized however, that he was acting like the girl. Ivan was obviously the more dominate of the two. Alfred pressed back harder until he was begging the country for entrance with his tongue. Ivan obliged excitedly and let the American explore his mouth. Alfred bucked forward, pressing his and Ivan's groins together. Alfred only thought one thing: More. Ivan straddled Alfred and kissed back more passionately, causing the latter to moan. Ivan bucked his groin against Alfred's until Alfred was moaning Ivan's name over and over. Alfred reached down and started to undo Ivan's pants-'
Alfred shot up in bed quickly, sweat going down his face. What the hell is wrong with him? Dreaming about Ivan in such a manner caused Alfred's stomach to feel like a ball of ice rested there. He laid back down before he noticed another figure in the bed with him. Alfred looked to see Ivan's troubled face in a deep sleep. Alfred sighed at the sleeping figure and brushed a few stray hairs away from Ivan's face. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep again, unconsciously snuggling up against the larger figure.
Ivan's Dream
Ivan dashed around wildly, trying to escape the menacing voice of his sister. "Big Brother, Marry Me, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me!" Ivan ran down a long path that was worn with age. Cracks filled about almost every inch of the cobblestone. Tears flew off Ivan's face as he bolted down the path.
"Katyusha, where are you?" Ivan screamed desperately. He looked back to see his insane sister catching up to him. He burst forward with a determined amount of force that sent him far ahead of his sister, who was shrieking madly. He rounded a corner and stood still. His sister ran past him in a screaming fit.
"Ivan, over here." A small voice called. Ivan cocked his head to the side and started to follow the voice. "Hurry, we are over here." The voice called out again. He walked over to a rather large potted sunflower and found the owner of the voice-
"Matvey?" Mathew sat next to the potted plant. He nodded his head gently and gestured to another being that was there. Katyusha sat there, a small smile plastered on her face as she motioned for her younger brother to sit next to her. Ivan took the offer and made haste. "Katyusha, I have a problem." Ivan whispered.
"What is it little brother?" The Ukrainian asked, a hint of worry seeping into her voice. Ivan looked paler than usual as he tried to decide if telling his sister was the best thing in the world to do. He sighed and looked back at his sister.
"You already heard of the murders right?" Mathew and Katyusha looked at each other, then back at Ivan. Katyusha nodded. "Well, Alfred and I are stuck with each other for awhile and I…" Ivan was cut short when a loud crash sounded behind him.
"There you are big brother. Now, marry me!" Katyusha and Mathew stood up and disappeared while Ivan started to scramble to get away from his little sister. He ran to the end of the alley and stopped when he nearly ran into the brick wall. He turned around too face his little sister. "Marry me big brother. Marry me!" Natalia lunged for her older brother and tried to kiss him-
This time it was Ivan's turn to wake up sweaty. He shook his head and thought, 'That will never, ever happen. Natalia can dream on!' Ivan shivered a bit at the context of his thought. He looked over at the American in his bed. Alfred's arms were around his waist and his nose was buried into his back. Ivan smiled softly and laid back down.
When the two woke up in the morning, Alfred flipped out on Gilbert, Antonio was recording it with his phone, and Ivan was stuck making breakfast.
"Typical," He growled. "Of course they make the Russian do everything. But I am surprised that they trust me enough not to poison their food." An evil smile grew on Ivan's face. "Speaking of which," He walked over to his carry on bag and pulled out a very special herb that only a few people know about, including Yao Wang. "I think I will give everyone a nice cup of tea this morning." He started to make the Hystriena herb into tea and poured everyone, except himself of course, a cup of tea. "Breakfast is ready!" Ivan called out to the other three. Alfred stampeded into the kitchen, taking a seat at the table. Antonio and Gilbert walked in seconds after, each with a nice black eye. Ivan stared at Alfred, who was licking his lips while waiting for the food. Ivan sighed and set down a burger in front of Alfred.
"Awesome! Thanks man!" Ivan made a disgusted face at the food in front of the younger nation. It almost killed him to make the revolting thing. Ivan set down a plate of wurst in front of Gilbert, and a breakfast burrito in front of Antonio.
"Don't forget the tea!" Ivan smiled. Alfred shrugged and gulped down the steaming hot liquid. Gilbert looked at the cup skeptically before taking a sip. Finding nothing wrong with it, he continued to drink. Antonio did the same. Ivan sat down and started to eat his breakfast: scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and a bottle of vodka to wash it down with.
"Hmm, I wonder what kind of nightmares they are going to have." He hummed to himself.
Translation
Сволочь, стоп так собственной личностью центризовала: Bastard, stop being so self centered.
Well, there you have it! These chapters are getting longer and longer!"
