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Alfred trudged along in the dark. His mood wasn't improving as time went on. His smile had faded away into a grimace that darkened his whole face. His face was covered in mud from tripping over roots and leaves filled his blonde hair. He was not enjoying this.

He didn't even bother to think about what he was going to do the Russian when he got back to the small cabin. All he thought about was stuffing his face, taking a shower and sleeping the day's activities off. If only it were that simple. He glanced around at his surroundings and heaved out a large, shaky sigh.

"For God's sake… Where am I?" The young man said as he stopped in his tracks. He squinted for hopes of seeing better through his dust-clouded glasses. He saw a light in the distance and instantly his spirits rose. He took off in a full sprint after the warm yellow light.

He seemed to be moving at the speed of light, for he was at the back door of the log home in what felt like no time at all. He could barely contain himself as he opened the door and felt the warm air envelope him.

Walking further into the house, he saw none other than Ivan, lounging on the sofa with a mug of hot chocolate. The larger man looked at Alfred and smiled.

"Finally make it back, did you?" Ivan spoke with a happy tone. Alfred scowled. If looks could kill, Ivan would be seething on the ground in pain.

"Yeah, no thanks to you." Alfred rumbled out. He brushed his hands off on his jeans and kicked off his shoes. "You wanna know what happened?"

"Not really, comrade. I'm pretty sure you got lost in the woods and lost the game of hide-and-come-find." Ivan smirked. He was heavily amused that Alfred had been out there all this time. He could only imagine what the other man had been through. The thoughts made him smile.

Ivan just continued to smile in his creepy way until the American left. He sipped his hot chocolate. Today was a job well done. Not only had he managed to trick the stupid country, but he also had time to relax without others rambling on and on about boring things. He sighed contently as he heard the shower start running.

Alfred washed the mud from his face and body angrily. How could I let that guy trick me? He thought. He washed his hair, pulling out leaf fragments as he did so. Playing a game with him in his own element was stupid. He totally stole the trick I was gonna pull on him. Not fair, dude!

He rinsed his hair and turned off the shower. As he stepped out, he noticed that the mirror had steamed up. A brilliant thought entered his head. He was going to take the opportunity to draw all over the mirror. Using his index finger, he drew beautiful drawings of himself being the hero that captured the essence of New York City tastefully.

Stepping back, he smiled. He had only seen something as beautiful once before in an Allies meeting. For some odd reason, everyone else didn't like the style and beauty that Alfred had drawn them in. The young man shrugged and wrapped a towel around his waist. He yawned. The next item on his agenda was being the hero of a good night's rest.

He gathered his things from the bathroom floor and walked out of the bathroom just as Ivan was walking into the other bedroom. The Russian waved and an instant smile came over the man.

"Good night, don't let Belarus bite." Ivan glanced up at the ceiling as he wished Alfred goodnight. Alfred didn't understand why such a huge dude would be so afraid of a cute, petite country like Belarus. The American brushed it off and nodded.

"Goodnight you sick, twisted jerk." Alfred turned around and walked into the room he had awoken in that morning. After getting into a clean pair of boxers he found nicely folded in the dresser and a white t-shirt, he couldn't help but just lay in bed wide awake. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't go to sleep. Somewhere, off in the distance, he heard the light, but constant snoring of the other man. Alfred groaned.

He sat up and fluffed his pillow. He flopped back onto the bed and pulled the covers up. This was not cool. He ran a hand through his now clean hair and sighed rather loudly. He never had a problem sleeping until now. Instantly, he blamed it on Ivan, but the blame shifted to intense moonlight that illuminated the room. He threw an arm over his eyes and started counting super hero sheep in his head. It worked and soon he was off in dream land.

Ivan, on the other hand, had just woken up. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times before finally realizing his surroundings.

"It seems like the moon doesn't want me to sleep. If only I could blow it up…"he pondered quietly. He absent-mindedly played with the end of his scarf as he stared off into space. He wasn't thinking about anything really, he just replayed the whole day in his head.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes again and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

The sun drove holes through Alfred's eyelids, causing him to wake up. He wished her could sleep just a little bit longer. He checked the clock that was mounted on the wall. He guessed that he would just accept waking up as early as 10:30 in the morning.

He sat up and stretched his arms over his head. He had slept surprisingly well. Blinking, he looked at the bedroom. He didn't notice how small it was before now. He shrugged and got up. When his feet made contact with the hardwood flooring, he shivered. It was shockingly cold. He didn't expect that. Wasn't there central heating in the house?

He made his way over to the dresser. There were clean pants in one of the lower drawers. How they all got there escaped him. He guessed it was ghosts or something, but the nice ghosts like Casper. He shuddered at the thought of ghosts. That was creepy.

Alfred slipped on the jeans he picked out and cautiously walked out of the room. He quietly walked down the hallway and to the stairs. Alfred was pretty sure that the Russian would eat him if he woke the larger man up. He continued on with his quiet walking when a scent hit him. It was amazing, wonderful, and delicious all at the same time.

It was food. The American didn't care about whether or not it was good. He rushed into the kitchen and took a seat at the full plate. Magically appearing food was always the best kind. He took the fork and dug right in., ignoring the fact that there was another presence in the room.

Ivan looked up from the book he was reading. "I'm sorry for tricking you yester day…" He said. He was glad that Alfred was horrible at reading the atmosphere, because I van wasn't the least bit sorry for the trick he played on the other man just yet.

A/N::

I feel so bad that I didn't get this out sooner! I'm now going to make a lame, generic excuse for not doing anything for months with this story. I honestly had a lot of school work to do and the holidays really piled things on me. I'm also sorry that this chapter isn't even long. I was aiming at 2000 words, but at 1:00 in the morning, I'm happy with this stopping point.

I would like to thank everyone who reviewed. It makes me so happy to see those. Please fell free to tell me how I'm doing and if there is anything wrong, please tell me so I can fix it! Thanks everyone!