Some stuff to add on to the confusion, but after this chapter it will all start to connect :3

Bonus time was nice as always. It was a time to do something you liked in order to learn how to cope with whatever mental issues you had. Whether they were anxiety, anger, or stress related. Then if you were just flat out crazy you could do something like paint. Ivan glances over to find Feliciano painting, Alfred and Arthur were playing video games, Ludwig and Kiku were playing a game of chess, and Gilbert sat with Bash discussing something. Where did the Spaniard go?

Ivan shakes his head returning to the book he was reading. He decided it wasn't his problem. It was probably just his appointment or something… Wait a minute… Where was Lovino?

Ivan keeps his face in the book but shifts his irises from side to side to watch the others and out for that guard.

She was tough and did her job well. Earlier that day someone of another sector of the building tried to escape. She tackled them to the ground and held them down.
Their group could see everything from the windows. They had shoved at each other some to catch a glimpse. Ivan being the tallest didn't have to shove to see the entire thing.
Unfortunately the lad had a pencil, and being the psychopath he was, he repeatedly stabbed her in the arm with it. The red and light grey evidence was a shimmer on her arm when she came back inside with the boy.

Ivan found it amusing. He had to admit that being here longer would make it harder not to snap. It's like this was all a test.

When he glances around for the fourth or fifth time the coast was completely clear. So he exits the room crossing his fingers that no one will notice his presents is gone. The halls were vacant and a shameful gray color as always. Was it just him or were they getting longer as he strode across the generic speckled grey floors?

As the Russian's boots begin to echo across the halls he focuses on the floor again. It looked like they had once been white, but to his knowledge this was a relatively new building…

Ivan furrows his brows contemplating how they could get like this so quickly. Sure, the cleaning job wasn't perfect, but they did clean it. It still couldn't scuff like this so quickly. The speckles factor was making the Russian think they were patterned there on purpose.

Ivan suddenly stops and looks up from the floor. This hallway was still far from over… How queer. He glances back and forth and blinks. There was a muffled conversation…

"No you damn bastard! …. We're looking for …"

"Oh por favor Lovi? You know…."

"What did I … you! Now…"

The Russian brings his gloved hand up and pushes his hair behind his ear and brings it to that particular door. He now hears the conversation much clearer.

"I'm still surprised we got away with getting out of there."

"You're such a dumb ass." There was a long sigh. "You're lucky I needed you. I really do doubt you're a genius."

"Check the IQ tests!"

"SHHHHH, YOU IDIOT."

"Lo siento, but it's true. Oh, what about your brother?"

"We'll come back for him." There was a pause. "He can take care of himself… God damn it Spaniard stop touching me!"

"I thought you would smile if I tickled you~"

"Ugh."

Ivan brings his head away from the door and allows his hair to fall back into its place. He backs up behind the hinge of the door as the others creek the door open.

"Is anyone out there?"

Ivan smirks behind the open door as they pop their heads out.

"No bastard. Let's go. We got what we needed."

"Okay!"

"SHHHHHHH."

The two olive skinned lads head back toward the others without looking back. Ivan chuckles lightly to himself. That was much more interesting than bonus time.

He opens the door and looks into the room seeing only one stray light on the ceiling swaying back and forth. It squeaks in time with its sways and shows sections of the room at a time. It looked like a moldy old storage place. There were two questions at this point. Well main questions.

What did the other two know that Ivan did not, and what did they take from that room?

He presses his lips together making a light intrigued hum sound. They were going to try to escape, eh. This will be something to look into. That doctor will have to be questioned as well. There had to be an honest way out of here, but if it's not worth it this was a viable option.

Ivan steps back and closes the door with a Reeeeeeep. Click.

After he closes the door he hears something scrape around inside the room… Like a rat, an extremely large carnivorous rat.

Ivan brings his hand to the door handle, and even through his glove it was cold. He inhales through his nose as he thought whether or not to open the door again. He twists the handle and hears a large scream.

RAAAAAH!

. . . . .

Ivan sighs out of relief after realizing that the scream had come from the end of the hall he had come from. It was probably just another face-less character freaking out.

The brave Russian open the door despite the mini heart attack and glances inside. The light had stopped swinging and was now still over a clean desk. The desks grain and color matched the dresser he had in his room. He steps inside slowly hearing each and every step he makes twice. His breathing was dragged and addible, along with his heart beat that pumped loudly in his ears, and he could feel it over his entire body. Lub-dub. lub-dub. lub-dub.

Ivan looks down and spots a piece of paper and snatches it up. There was something taped to it?

He didn't know. The Russian had already left the room and closed the door. Hell no, he was not doing that alone again.

"Ivan!" Shit, shit, shit.

Francis trots up to the other. "We've been looking for you! You're going to miss out on lunch if you don't hurry."

Ivan nods feeling his stomach burn inside of him. He was starting to feel like he was starving. Have a rush with no food in your stomach; it never feels well. "Da. I'll be right there."

Francis nods. "By the way… Don't try that again. Elizabeta can't work the clock all the time, so starting tomorrow a Scottish man is going to start working for that shift."

"Da… I won't."

"You're lucky you got off so easily today.."

"Mhmm…"

The cafeteria was filing out. He walks over and gets whatever it was being thrown on a plate for him. He looks down and the brown mush and shrugs. He's had worse and it didn't matter at this point. He was hungry.

Ivan picks at his food after filling his stomach halfway. With everything on his mind, and it all being interesting, he was quite excited. What to do next… Circle time right? Maybe he could get out of it.

He was now alone in the cafeteria so he walks up to Eliz and smiles. "Is Dr. Williams free this afternoon?"

The guard blinks at him. "Well I'm not sure. He did request to see you today anyhow." She smiles. "Let's go check."

So they venture to the doctor's room and she knocks on the door. "Dr. Williams?"

Ivan and Eliz exchange glances after a long moment.

She knocks again. "Matty? Are you in there?"

"Hmmm… oh Yeah, yeah I'm in here. Just a moment."

"Alright, Ivan is here. I'm going to go to my post." She gives Ivan a sturdy look that says not to go anywhere.

She leaves and as she goes out of sight the Canadian opens the door. Matthew sniffles before tossing a tissue away.

"Looks like I'm not the 'sick' one anymore."

"Ivan, I'm not in the mood for your cruel humor." There was seriousness in his tone that makes it seem like something urgent had come up.

And he didn't even get to read the paper he had found. He crumples the paper even more in his coat pocket.

What is this place?

So They're all in weird spots. More appearances on the Rake later. The note will be read next chapter, and Italy might be explained soon, maybe not.
Romano and Spain will be explained in about two chapters.
Don't worry that's not all the scary you're going to get, and RusCan coming up soon ;)

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