"Laaaame," Alfred declared, opening his mouth in a wide yawn. "What was that?" His eyes darted left toward a shady corner and he jumped to Ivan's side. "Did you hear that?"

Alfred frowned when Ivan grabbed his hand, twining his fingers through Alfred's. He tried to shake Ivan off, but the man had an iron grip.

"Let go."

Ivan hummed happily, swinging their hands as he dragged Alfred forward through the haunted, cobweb and gore-filled hallway.

"This place is boring," Ivan agreed, pausing to admire a blood splatter on the wall. "Totally unrealistic. Real blood doesn't dry like that."

Busy trying to free himself from Ivan's grasp, Alfred said, "Yeah… wait. What?"

No sooner did Alfred get free then Ivan hooked an arm through his and pulled him close. His face warmed from their proximity.

"Would you let go?"

"Of you? I'll never let go of you," Ivan said. "Don't bother trying to escape." Alfred gaped. Ivan paused at an open Iron Maiden — a cardboard replica with a bloody skeleton impaled against the spike inside. It was planted in a corner near the door. With a shake of his head, Ivan said, "The ones at my home are authentic."

"You… have." Alfred at got free of Ivan's arm and kept out of reach. "Why am I not surprised?"

Ivan leaned over and sniffed. A look of disappointment crossed his face. "It just doesn't have that used smell."

"Of course it doesn't! Who uses an iron maiden?" He paled at Ivan's smirk and walked a few feet ahead. "I don't even want to know."

As he entered the next hall, something fell from the ceiling and he screamed when a glowing-green skeleton appeared inches from his face.

With a cry of "Holy Hell!" he leapt onto Ivan and they both tumbled backwards into the Iron Maiden that crashed into the wall and fell apart under their combined weight.

For a moment, Alfred lay on top of Ivan, breathing heavily. Then it dawned on him their position. Face like a furnace, he scrambled to get off when Ivan grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him backward. Suddenly, Alfred was on his back, on the remains of a destroyed Iron Maiden and Ivan was straddling him.

"That was nice," Ivan said, leaning forward.

"Get off!" Alfred said, pushing his palms against Ivan's chest. He gasped when Ivan took one of his hands and kissed the wrists. "Stop that!"

He wondered why he did not explode from how hot he felt, Ivan's lips sent heat throughout his body.

"You attacked me," Ivan said. "Don't I deserve a reward."

"Sure, my fist to your face." Alfred tried to get up, but Ivan pushed him down and those violet eyes held him, hypnotized him.

"I like the expression on your face right now," Ivan said, pinning Alfred's wrists against the still standing part of the Iron Maiden. "What should we do?"

"Bastard. I'll beat the shit outta you right now if you don't get off."

"Can't you just admit you like me?"

Alfred swallowed hard, then forced out a laugh. "Like hell I do. You're fat ass is crushing me."

Ivan's lips grew closer and closer as Alfred's breath quickened. He knew he should resist, but he found himself excited. His lips parted.

The lights turned on and the eerie horror sounds stopped as a voice over the intercom said, "Mr. Braginski and Mr. Jones. On behalf of our park, we thank you for your support and kindly ask you to vacate the premises. We have contacted the owner and decided that enough is enough. Thank you for choosing our park, now please leave without destroying anymore property."

Ivan glared at the speaker, as if he would burn it out with his eyes. The distracted moment gave Alfred a chance to shove Ivan off and slip out.

"Awful timing."

"Perfect timing," Alfred said. "Are they really kicking us out?"

It was sunset when they returned to the limo.

The ride back into the city was awkward. Ivan kept staring at Alfred who finally asked, "Why are you glaring at me? It's creepy, fuckhead."

"Do you want to know why?" Ivan asked, sliding toward Alfred in the seat. Alfred refused to cow from him and shoved his foot between them to block Ivan.

"Don't even think about it."

"Why are you so shy?" Ivan asked. "It's only sex."

Alfred flushed. "Who said I'd do that with you?"

Images flooded his mind of Ivan… No, he could not think about that.

"You do think about it. Your red face is clear. Do you get hard to thoughts of me? I'm glad I'm in your head," Ivan said, smiling sweetly.

"Freak," Alfred said, going red. "And for the record, no! I jerk-off to Wonder Woman and Batgirl."

Total lie.

By the time they go back, Alfred had kicked and punched at Ivan several times and that bastard had managed to pin him down at one point and leave a hickey.

A disheveled Alfred left the limo cursing Ivan out at the corner of the supermarket, thanking him for a "great fucking day, asshole!"

He knew Tino would scold him for being rude if he saw this behavior. However, Alfred had never felt as easily provoked as he did around Ivan. The man made him sensitive to everything.

"Tomorrow, I'll pick you up. We'll go to school together. Don't even try to avoid me this time," Ivan warned.

"Or what?" Alfred asked.

Ivan smiled. "I have many toys. I'll be happy to use them if you test my patience. Bye ~"

Then he shut the door and the limo drove off, leaving behind a horrified Alfred.

"That son of bitch," Alfred groaned, carding his fingers through his hair.

He hated how his body reacted to Ivan. His mind wanted to run far away, but his body wanted to run into Ivan's embrace. It was confusing and too much.

Above all, he wanted to hate the guy, so why couldn't he? He feared more than anything he might be falling hard for the guy.

(TBC in "Believe in Me".

They wait in the courtyard of Hetalia High. They know what Alfred did, and soon… so will Ivan. )