Alfred rubbed his eyes free from sleep and looked around the room. The bed he was in was warm and thick, unlike the one he normally slept in. He pulled the thick blanket up to his neck and cuddled into the soft pillow. He had a pounding headache and just wanted to sleep it off. Right then, he didn't care where he was or who was there, until he felt the light tickle of breath on the back of his neck. He turned around and was face to face with none other than Ivan.

"Good morning, Fredka." Ivan smiled and shifted so his head was resting on his outstretched arm. His violet eyes searched over the hung over Alfred.

"I'm sleeping." Alfred grunted as he pulled the covers over his head. What was up with the random new nickname? What was up with the commie in the same bed as him? He shook the thoughts out of his throbbing head. He twitched when Ivan's cold hand lightly tapped his shoulder.

"You are hung-over, Da?" Ivan snickered. "I wouldn't be surprised with the amount of Vodka you drank last night."

Alfred closed his eyes tightly. He didn't want to remember what happened last night. It fuzzy, but he remembered it. The kiss still lingered in his mind. He heard Ivan sigh loudly, then felt his strong grasp on his shoulder, flipping him on his back.

"Maybe I need to jog your memory, da?" Ivan leant over the American and kissed him. Alfred's eyes widened and he tried to push the larger man off. His skin felt like fire crackers were going off just below the surface. When Ivan had disconnected, Alfred rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth.

"Ew! Why did you do that?"

"You liked it."

Alfred stuttered, and then harshly turned back over so he was lying on his side once again. He did like it. He liked it almost too much. Ivan's kiss was warm and enveloping unlike his cold exterior. He let out a soft sigh which made Ivan smirk out of the view of the younger man.

"So, you did like it."

"I didn't say anything like that."

"It's okay to like it, Fredka." Ivan smiled and put an arm over the other man, pulling him into an embrace. Ivan felt Alfred sigh and relax at his act of affection. Fredka, I wish you could understand how much I don't want to always fight with you. Can't you see that I love you? Ivan thought. He frowned slightly and rested his head down on his pillow. Alfred was putting off a lot of heat.

"I-Ivan?" Alfred asked quietly. His face started to burn.

"What?"

"I did like the… er… Kiss thing." Alfred blushed harder, his cheeks turning a bright red. His face felt like it was going to burn off. Ivan's embrace tightened and Alfred's heart fluttered. He turned to face the violet eyed man.

"I'm glad." Ivan brought his lips to Alfred's again. This time, the kiss was deeper as they explored each other's mouths. Alfred broke of the kiss, gasping. Ivan eyes found his and they locked gazes for what seemed like an eternity.

Alfred sneezed and rubbed his nose. Ivan poked the American's nose.

"Bless you."

"Ah… Thanks." Alfred rubbed his temples as his headache started up again. He needed coffee and a cold shower. He reached over to the bedside table and searched blindly for his glasses. When he found them, he put them on and got out of the lush bed. Ivan watched as Alfred left and went down the stairs.

Alfred coughed on his way downstairs and sneezed a few more times. He disregarded it. Heroes didn't get sick and either did he. He smiled as he made the hot coffee. If just had a hamburger, he could so get rid of this pre-sickness thing. If he couldn't get a hold of one, so what? It would be gone by tomorrow. He sipped the warm liquid. It felt so good going down his throat and clearing his mind from the headache.

"I won't get sick." He told himself. He truly believed that he wouldn't be sick. He was a hero after all. He ran a hand through his now greasy hair and frowned. He would need a shower today and he probably didn't smell clean. He shrugged and drank the dark substance. For a second, his mind slipped to Arthur who was always drinking tea.

Alfred missed the others.

They were annoying, sure, but they were his friends. Alfred sighed. When would they be getting out of here? Why were they even here? Alfred glanced at the place where the telephone used to be before Ivan smashed it. Alfred would do anything right now to be able to talk to his brother or even Francis.

Alfred finished his coffee and went upstairs to go shower. He stood in the warm water, letting it wash away everything. He rubbed shampoo into his hair and let his mind drift. He tried to think of where he was a lot of the trees were familiar, so he couldn't be far from the North East*.

That's when the burning sensation set in. his soapy hands went right to his eyes to try to get out the shampoo that had fell into his eyes in the first place, making everything burn even more. He screamed and put his head directly under the shower head, letting the water rush onto his face.

"Stupid shitty shampoo! Bro, that isn't cool!" Alfred screamed as he washed the shampoo from his eyes. They still burned, even when they were washed out under the streaming head. She stood, letting the water flow over him, blinking.

Ivan heard the screaming and raised an eyebrow. What was he doing in there? The large man knocked on the door, even though the screaming had subsided. A thousand thoughts raced through his head. What would he do is Alfred hurt himself.

"Are you okay?" Ivan called through the door, trying to mask his panic.

"uh… Yeah!" Alfred said back, his voice a little raspy. The blonde went back to washing himself, but the bar of soap had gotten too slippery during I's extended period in the water. Alfred's grip on it wasn't very even, causing it to flop out of his hands and land hard in the tub. Alfred cringed at the thump made by the soap.

"Shit!"

Hearing the loud sound, Ivan jumped and pushed open the bathroom door.

"What's going on?" the Russian shouted, scanning the small bathroom. The shower was still running and the steam had heated up the room considerably. Alfred's head popped out from behind the shower curtain. He looked shocked as his blue eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open. His eyes were slightly red form the irritation of the shampoo.

"Dude! Get out!" The American shouted.

"What is going on? Why are your eyes so red?" Ivan asked, his tone worried and panicked.

"What is this, Twenty Questions*?"

"I just want answers," Ivan stated firmly. He glared at the American, even though he had gone back behind the shower curtain. A few minutes later, the shower stopped running and Alfred's hand reached for a towel. The young man came out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. A scowl had made its way across Alfred's features as he laid eyes on Ivan.

"Why did you come barging in like that, dude?"

"I thought something was attacking you. You were in pain, da?" Ivan's expression turned into a gentle one.

"But still dude, I was naked in the shower." Alfred frowned and pulled another towel to dry his hair.

"How else to you use a shower, in your swimming trunks?" Ivan said sarcastically. Alfred only furrow is eyebrows in anger at the other man.

"Oh yeah, totally. It's totally not winter or anything." Sarcasm was thick in Alfred's voice as well.

Ivan shook his head and rolled his eyes. Alfred was so thick headed and impossible to deal with. He turned and left the bathroom to Alfred. He made his way downstairs and sat on the couch, staring at the ajar door. The fire had died out and a chill had entered the room. It wasn't anything that Ivan wasn't used to.

Alfred quickly dried off and put on fresh clothes. He was going down the stairs when he got a good view out of the small window on the front door. There were two tire tracks that might appear from years and years of use. Alfred raised an eyebrow. How did he just accept his fate here and not look for ways out?

"Hey, commie, did you notice the tire tracks leading out of the front of this place?"

Ivan shook his head. "No. Maybe we should go check them out. "Ivan grabbed his bottle of vodka that he had recently retrieved from his stash and stood up. He tossed Alfred his bomber jacket. Alfred caught it, his reflexes not as sharp as a cat's, but still sharp. Ivan hadn't seen the front of the house since they had gotten here. He had only seen the back yard and forest beyond.

"Yeah! Let's go!" Alfred said as she slipped his arms through the sleeves. "Why are bringing booze* anyways?"

"It warms you up, now let's get moving." Ivan said calmly as he slipped on his own tan colored coat. He ushered Alfred out of the front door and closed it behind them. Glancing around the front yard for the first time, he saw the tire tracks and cocked his head to the side as he looked at them. The grass had been worn away into two ruts that were tire sized in width.

"See, bro? They have to lead to somewhere and then we can get out of this place." Alfred noted, pointing in the direction that the tracks led. Alfred kicked at the dry dirt, dust filling the air and slowly sifting away with the breeze. His hands were stuck firmly in his pockets until he suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose.

"How come we have not noticed these before?" Ivan asked, his eyes furrowed in confusion and concentration.

"I don't know. Maybe it's because you're a commie bastard." Alfred suggested, shrugging with his palms facing the sky.

"Ha. Very funny, but maybe your stupid capitalist pig ways have clouded them from our view, da" Ivan retorted coldly. Alfred huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. Ivan couldn't help but think that Alfred looked cute when he was angry like that.

Alfred glanced at Ivan, his blue eyes full of worry. "Still, do you think we can get out of here?"

Starred Notes:

Twenty Questions: A popular electronic game where you think of something and answer questions with yes, no, sometimes, or unknown. The game then guesses what you think in only twenty questions! More recent games asks an extra five questions if it doesn't win on the first twenty.

Booze: Common American term for alcohol.

A/N:

Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry this is so late! I made it extra long for you guys, though! it has a nice little (crappy) cliffhanger and stuff that I hope you guys like! Well, I'll be super busy the next few weeks because school is coming to a close and I have final exams and stuff. When summer comes, I will start coming out with faster chapters! I might even come out with a new story once I close off La Traviata... Have a good insert however long until the new chapter! Well, um, UPDATE: I changed my pen name for easier recognition between other sites. (like tumblr for example)