A/N:: Well, sorry i didn't post this up sooner. My friend procrastinated beta-ing this peice so much that I took matter into my own hands and spent a while using Grammar and Spelling check as long as reading the fine details. I was planning on getting this last week around Tuesday, but that didn't happen. Sorry guys.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Alfred slowly opened his eyes, rubbing the back of his head tenderly. He winced a little at the pain. He felt the knot that had formed in the back of his head. The young man rubbed his eyes, wiping the crust at the corner of his blue eyes away.
One look around the room he awoke in told him that he wasn't home. Pale morning light filtered through an elegant white curtain. The drywall was a pale yellow that complimented the light colored logs that formed the outermost wall. The bed frame was a white four poster with light, pastel blue colored sheets. Alfred swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Where… am I… exactly? He though as he gingerly walked over the hardwood floor.
Opening the door, Alfred was lead into a small hallway. The walls were white and bare. He opened the nearest door. It was a small bathroom. He frowned slightly at the plainness of it and kept going. The next door reveled a large bedroom. The walls were blue and the king sized bed had clean white sheets that were tossed about as if someone had been there. Alfred tilted his head at the thought. Is there someone else in the cabin other than him.
"Hello?" He called out. Staining his ears, he heard the slight sound of a pan setting on a stove. Alfred ran down that stairs, following the noise. He walked into the kitchen on instinct. It was a homey kitchen with a small table that nicely sat two people.
Working at the stove was none other than Ivan. Alfred's eyes doubled in size as he back out of the kitchen. His hands went up slowly, getting closer to his head.
"So, I take it you woke up here too, da?" Ivan asked. The Russian's gaze never really left the eggs he was cooking.
Alfred laughed nervously. "Yeah, dude! Weird isn't it?" He ran a hand through his disshelved hair. Alfred had a queasy feeling in his gut witch, according to his research, was never good. He watched as Ivan skillfully made food for a second before turning to leave.
"What? Are you going now? It is rude to walk out on someone who spent so long on making you delicious meal." Ivan's stern, yet strangely happy voice stopped the American in his tracks. Alfred turned to face Ivan on his heel. He plastered a goofy grin to his face and walked to the table.
"If you laced these with poison, I'll come back from the dead and choke you." Alfred's tone was happy, his blue eyes sparkling.
"I'll choke you now if you like." Ivan retorted the same tone and sweet smile as the younger nation. Alfred knew what the smile meant. It meant the same thing as his own pissed off smile. 'I hate you and everything about you.'
Ivan slid Alfred a fork. Alfred held it out in front of him, inspecting it. Once he deemed it okay, he dug into his eggs. He never had the opportunity to eat food that wasn't burnt thanks to Arthur. He heard Ivan chuckling and stopped eating for a second.
"You uh… wanna tell me why you're laughin'?" Alfred asked, his mouth full of food.
"You are so funny when you eat. It's like starved animal!" The Russian continued to laugh, filling the quietly house. Alfred looked at him quizzically. He looked down at his empty plate and quietly swirled his fork on it. What Am I supposed to say? Dude! You make good food! Alfred frowned with the thought.
"I have noticed something…" Ivan said. Alfred noticed the pondering facial expression on the Russian. "You have not been your normal self since we started hating each other… You seem sad. Da?"
"Well… I guess I am. Do you want me to be happy? If you do, then you're crazier than I thought." Alfred said bluntly.
"No… But you don't have to worry the oth-" Alfred cut Ivan off.
"How do you know that the others worried? They don't even look worried!"
"Classic you, Mr. America. They actually called on the phone. They told me." Ivan smiled. Alfred looked around for the phone from his seat and saw nothing.
"Where is this phone?" Alfred asked, returning his gaze to the man in front of him.
"I destroyed it. I don't want you leaving me here alone." Ivan smiled. Alfred cringed at the statement. The last he wanted was to be stuck in this place in the middle-of-no-where with the craziest, most insane person he knew. Alfred sighed.
"That's absolutely wonderful…" Alfred muttered. He got up and put his dirty dished in the large metal sink. He walked out of the kitchen and was almost to the stairs when two large arms enveloped him in a hug.
"I'm sorry Alfred…" Ivan whispered. Alfred froze, shocked. He pushed forwards a little but stopped when Ivan showed no signs of letting him go.
"Why, dude?"
"Just… for making you so paranoid all the time," The Russian stopped for a breath. "And for that look of hate in your eyes… your pretty blue eyes…"
Alfred didn't know what to do at this point. Where was the relentless, intimidating Ivan he knew? Alfred certainly didn't see this side of the man coming. He awkwardly patted the other's man's arm.
"H-hey! It's okay! No need to get all over emotional over this!" Alfred's words weren't coming out as he wanted. For now, he really just wanted the mentally unstable commie off of him.
As a last resort, he used force to pry the arms from around him. When he turned to face Ivan, the Russian's violet eyes were encased in worry and sadness. Alfred gasped a little, not knowing the other nation who always seemed to have a smile, actually had feelings of sorrow. He ran. He ran to the lightly colored room he woke in and shut the door locking it. He was utterly shocked and confused above all else.