Second part. I'm pretty proud of this one. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Ludwig walked through the hallways looking though all of the confusing paperwork England had given him.

"Foreign Affairs? Budget forms? Political Parties? Gott…" He thought to himself.

Ivan stood in the middle of the hallway, waiting for Natalya to pick him up. Ivan knew he was fully able of doing such trivial tasks by himself, and her abnormal clinginess was unnecessary, but he couldn't help but to enjoy the unusual level of loyalty being handed to him.

As Ludwig walked through the hall, he didn't realize that Ivan was standing in front of him, and he bumped into him, dropping all of his papers.

Ludwig looked at the slightly taller man. "Excuse me, I didn't see you there."

He kneeled down and started to pick up all of the papers again.

Ivan stared at him pick up the papers, observing and picking apart his behavior and mannerisms.

"Gloves; Avoids contact…

Socially reserved… Barely talked to the nations, and looked almost relieved when they had gone…

How odd…"

He smiled, trying to look as sweet as possible, and he leaned down next to Ludwig, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He became very happy with the sudden jolt from Ludwig's body.

"I can help you, if you'd like." Ivan said, becoming uncomfortably close to Ludwig's face as he grabbed his hand to check his pulse, Ivan wanting to smile even more when he felt his accelerated, nervous heart rate.

But as Ludwig felt Ivan's firm grip on his wrist, he pulled it away, feeling his composure failing.

"N-no, I'm quite alright, thank you."

"Are you sure?" He said, keeping his voice sincere. "You seem like you need help."

Ludwig couldn't completely keep back the part of him that had started to panic, much to Ivan's entertainment.

"I've got it." He says quickly, brushing Ivan's hand off, as he messily grabs as many papers as possible, hoping to end this uncomfortable interaction.

"Big brother..."

Ludwig turns his head to see a platinum-blonde girl with navy blue eyes, staring at him with an irritated expression.

She started walking towards them.

But then her walk turned into a jog.

And then suddenly she was charging straight at Ludwig, and when he tried to stand up, before he had any time to move out of her way, she grabbed him by his coat jacket and slammed him against the wall, holding him there, and the papers were on the floor again.

She took out a cold steel knife and held it against his throat.

"How dare you…" She hissed at Ludwig's face.

He stared dizzily into Natalya's deranged eyes as they tore into him.

Ivan smirked.

"You have amazing timing, sister," He thought as he stared like a child watching morning cartoons as Ludwig's chest heaved up and down, the sharp blade held on him harshly.

"I was right. This is going to be fun." Ivan thought.

"How dare you lay your dirty hands on my precious big brother Russia…"

"I-"

"Shut up!" She said, cutting him off. "Who are you?"

"Please, sister, this is a friend." Ivan said innocently.

Natalya's expression became suddenly calm at the sound of her brother's voice, much to Ludwig's confusion.

"But brother, this man did not even welcome your affection…"

Ludwig let out a quiet hiss through clenched teeth as the blade cut him a little, and a drop of blood falling down his neck.

"Da, sister, I'm okay." Ivan said, walking over to the other side of the hall. "Come on, let's go home."

She took one final look at Ludwig, glaring hatefully, and pulled the knife away, letting Ludwig fall to the floor, leaning his back against the wall for support.

"Coming, big brother!" She said cheerfully as she ran over to her brother, clinging to his arm.

Ivan took a look back at the now shaky and uncharacteristically nervous Ludwig.

"I'll see you again next meeting, da?"
Ludwig didn't respond, but he scowled, angry at himself and kept his head down.

Ivan smirked to himself.

"Your walls are glass, Ludwig. Reflective, perplexing, perfect." Ivan thought as he walked away with Natalya.

"Easily broken."

"Then they are sharp… and so mesmerizing to watch as they fall."

Ludwig sat there, his back to the wall as he composed himself, his heart pounding in his ears and his hand shielding his face.