A/n:: Well, here's another chapter. I hope you like it! If you see anything wrong, just tell me! Please don't be afraid to reveiw, you have no idea how happy each one makes me!
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Dude, this is so weird… Alfred found himself thinking this as he sat with his back against the door to the room he woke up in. He pulled his jacket closer to him and inhaled. The comforting scents of home, food and bon fires filled his nose. He wished that he could be at his own home with Tony and Whaley. He had a dreading feeling that he would be here for a while.

Before long, there was a light knocking on the door. Alfred's head snapped up, his blue eyes focused on the door.

"What do you want?" Alfred asked. He kept his tone calm.

"You have been in there for some time now, da? You should come out and be sociable." Ivan's voice had the sort of calm, 'nothing had happened' tone to it that Alfred didn't like.

"I am too sociable! Hero's have to be!" Alfred had jumped up now and opened the door. He stared at Ivan who now had his face half hidden behind his scarf. Alfred pushed it down, revealing the Russian's full face.

"You can't hide your face, man. It's muffling your voice that's hard enough to understand in the first place."

"You could perfectly understand me if you were smart enough to learn another language, da?" Ivan smiled. Alfred though he sounded a little pissed off, but he shrugged it off.

Alfred crossed his arms lightly over his chest. "You should learn better English"

Ivan shook his head and grabbed the American's wrist. Alfred stared at the sudden contact and tried to pull away, but he was already being led down the stairs and into the den of the cabin. It had a large fireplace and a soft looking couch. Just had Ivan had said earlier, there wasn't a phone. Alfred sighed. He wouldn't be able to call Mattie or even Arthur for help.

"Hey! We should play a totally awesome game of hide and seek in the woods!" Alfred suggested. This is good, He thought. I can escape from here as he counts! Alfred smiled. Ivan's eyes lit up and he nodded.

"Great!" Alfred squeaked as he tugged the other man's arm, heading towards the back door of the cabin.

The outside air was fresh. Alfred knew they were some kind of mountain because of the thinner air and the trees. He looked at the tree line which wasn't more than a few yards away.

"It sure is pretty out here…" Ivan said quietly. Alfred glanced at the Russian, then at the trees which were ablaze with the magnificent colors of fall leaves. Reds, yellows, and oranges set the landscape on a facade of color wonder. Alfred's eyes widened. It was beautiful. He jumped off the large back porch of the cabin, catching the Russian off guard.

Alfred felt a large body on top of his. He opened his eyes. Ivan had tumbled on top of him and was rubbing his head.

"Did you have to jump off so unexpectedly like that?"

Alfred didn't answer. A light blush had covered his cheeks. He tried to push the other man off of him. The American was looking away from the man on top of him, an embarrassed expression written across his face. Ivan started to laugh.

Stupid commie, He thought as he stood up. He brushed his pants off, glaring knives at Ivan. The Russian continued to laugh.

"You are too cute when you pout, no?" Ivan smiled and heartily patted the smaller man on the back. He smiled. Alfred sighed and relaxed his glare. The American pushed up the bridge of his glasses.

"Yeah… Now why did you drag me out here, dude?"

"I am going to show you nature." Ivan looked out over the trees as he spoke. Alfred looked at him critically, wondering what was wrong with the other man. He shook his head.

"I've seen trees and stuff, man. "

"Being out here is better for you than being holed up in that small stuffy room." Ivan glanced back at Alfred and then walked to the tree line. A strike of panic washed over Alfred.

"H-hey! Don't leave me here like that, dude!" The American ran after the other man, who had stopped to look at him with his head titled to the side.

"I will count here, and you go and hide, da?" Ivan asked softly. He shifted his scarf a little. Alfred nodded.

"Yeah dude. How 'bout you count to… 30 or something?" Alfred asked as he walked into the woods. Ivan had hid his face against a tree and was Alfred counting. Alfred had to listen a little bit to understand that the other man was counting in Russian.

Great, Alfred thought as he strolled through the woods, his hands in the pockets of his well-worn bomber jacket. If he takes long enough to count, I can get the hell out of here. Alfred was content with his plan.

Alfred came across a large outcropping of rock with bushes surrounding the underneath. The young man smiled and army-crawled to get to middle of the bush half-circle. This is so cool! I feel like a military hero! He sat up and slowly moved so his back was against the cool grey rock.

Alfred relaxed a little. The sun was staring to set, filling the sky with reds and gold. Alfred watched the sky with small smile. Large birds, flying free and majestically, stood out against the golden evening light. Their dark shapes soaring through the air with ease. Alfred sighed, wishing he could fly and join them. His thoughts were stopped but the sound of crunching leaves.

"I will find you, Alfred." Ivan's voice sounded through the otherwise silent forest. Alfred stiffened and took shallow breaths. The crunching of boots on leaves was getting closer. Each step was louder than next until it stopped. Alfred untensed and looked around. W-why did he just stop? He thought.

"There you are, Mr. America!" Ivan said. Alfred screamed and threw his hands over his eyes. Ivan had leaned over the outcropping and was now smiling at the American, upside down.

"That wasn't cool!" Alfred shouted. His voice cracked slightly. Ivan chuckled.

"I found you, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but you did it like a stupid commie." Alfred glared daggers at Ivan. He crawled out from his hiding place and stretched. Ivan was beside him now.

"It is mine turn to hide now, is it not?"

"Yeah, yeah." Alfred said, waving Ivan off. He turned the opposite way the other man had left and put his hands over his eyes.

"One… two… three… four… five…" Alfred strained his ears to hear which way Ivan was going. "Fifteen… sixteen… seventeen… eighteen… nineteen… twenty" He heard nothing. Everything was silent except for Alfred's counting. "Twenty-seven… twenty-eight… twenty-nine… Thirty! Ready or not, here I come!" Alfred had turned to the direction that he seen Ivan leave.

The ground looked like normal forest ground to the American. Despite having no idea where the Russian had went, he walked forwards. He played a popular song he liked through his head, humming softly to it. He pushed the bridge of his glasses up his nose and looked around. There wasn't any sign that anyone had been through here besides himself.

Alfred spun around once, twice, three times before he finally got that he was lost. Nothing seemed familiar. He ran a hand through his hair. Oh no… I can't be lost! He thought. He walked a little to his left, but found nothing. He glanced at the sky. It was nearly dark.

He headed back to where he hid in the first round of the game. Alfred climbed on top of the overhang and looked over a slightly larger view of the forest. Nothing had seemed unchanged. He sighed angrily and got down from the rocks.

"This is why you're a commie! It's getting dark and you should seriously consider coming out of hiding, man!" Alfred shouted into the forest. He didn't get a response. His eyes widened with fear at the realization that he was alone.

"Great. Now I can die alone and hungry in the woods with bears." Alfred muttered to himself. Shivered at a cold chill went through him. He pulled his jacket closer to him. The temperature had dropped considerably since the sun had set. He turned on his heel and walked forward into the dark forest. Hopefully, he was heading in the right direction; the cabin.