Hetalia © Hidekaz Himaruya
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Hey guys. Well here's the next chapter. A both fun and sad chapter at the same time ^^ I actually would have posted this sooner, but I got busy doing activities with friends I barely get to see now that we go to different colleges and I had to go with my family camping this weekend. We went to Bent's Fort and stayed the night at the Koshare. It was great =3 My dad's troop did that last year too, but we probably won't do it next year just because it gets repetitive after a while. Anyways here's the next chapter and I hope you enjoy it. If you have any comments of questions don't be afraid to ask and I'll see you at the end. ENJOY!
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You smiled a toothy grin as you walked, Alfred munching on a sandwich in his hand as his eyes lit up. "Why is this so tasty -insert-your-name-?! –"
"Because it's not the crappy fast food you eat all the time," you snorted, gripping a small crate in your hand tightly to your chest as you smirked at him. "Blackberry jam, old family recipe. And I'll give you a hint, there's some vodka in there," you chuckled, munching on your own sandwich with your free hand as Alfred walked casually beside you.
"And you have a crate full of stuff because~ –"
"I told you," you huffed as they turned a corner in haste, "I wanted to hand some stuff out. If I'm not staying then I should give the stuff I promised to everyone: a jar of gooseberry and blackberry jam for Arthur and Joseph, some five year old aged red wine for Francis, and some apple jam from Matthew and Rachel while in turn they promised me a jar of maple syrup." You licked your lips in anticipation, a chuckle escaping Alfred's lips at your toothy grin. "You said so yourself, the letter from my boss will be at your house by tonight and if I'm not staying I'll leave tomorrow… What's with that look?"
"Well~~" Alfred shrugged, "I-I didn't think you would go to such great lengths to make friends with everyone. Plus how did you get all this stuff –"
"I called my family and made an order," you smirked, "and they were excited to give me a package full of stuff to give away. Figured I'd do so now, since everyone will be leaving each other soon anyways. A few more months here and then everyone will go home, right? And they didn't really give me addresses to their homes so I can't simply send them a package. So I thought 'now or never', right?"
"I guess," Alfred nodded, "… but can I be honest?"
"Yeah go ahead," you told him, the two of you stopping on the sidewalk as he stared at you in an oddly serious way.
"… You seemed to make a lot of friends here," he began with a frown, "even when every country has a reason to hate me. I don't know how you did it, but you did good!"
You smiled at his enthusiasm, noticing the smile growing on his face. "Well it was part of the job description a-and to be honest with you I have problems making friends, but everyone is nice and I was nice back so it wasn't as difficult as it seemed."
"I noticed," Alfred began, his face slowly growing grim again, "and I had my doubts too because your folder described you to be cold and ruthless. I thought that would display in your personality."
"Well it didn't," you snorted, looking down at the ground and shuffling your feet slightly. "… I have been running from something for years now," you revealed to the man and shook your head, "and after being home for a while I realized that I can't keep running away from my fears. I can't stay angry and vengeful forever, and after I was brought to this assignment I knew I couldn't keep hounded in my ways… but hey if I leave I'll leave learning something about myself." You winked at the man and chuckled lightly, "So it's not for nothing."
"… What I've been worried about," Alfred sighed as he shifted back into the wall and looked up at the sky, "is your constant involvement with the commie bastard." You blinked in confusion upon hearing those words, realizing how much he must hate Ivan. "Why?"
"For one don't call him a commie bastard," you grumbled, setting your crate down to glare at the man, "because it's insulting and you're also insulting me."
"… I am? –"
"My family has heavy ties with our Russian brethren, okay?" You growled slightly, your hands on your hips as you continued. "… To be perfectly honest I wouldn't care, but after being shoved around in the schoolyard because of my past and being insulted with every name under the sun I can get a bit snappy when it comes to names like that. So please, don't call him that."
"Sorry! –"
"It's okay," you sighed and shook your head, "You didn't know." You paused for a moment, a sharp chuckle escaping your breath as Alfred looked at you confused. "I don't know why, but that man keeps showing up." You shrugged, looking up to the sky as you thought, "… Maybe it's the things I do. Maybe my past is catching up with me again. I don't know. It happens from time to time. Perhaps Ivan is trying to spy on me, maybe get information… but I'll be honest it's nice to talk to someone in a casual way in Russian," you smiled to yourself and looked down at the cobblestone ground. "… I never did in America. When I was on missions I only spoke in Russian to get information… He doesn't seem to want information from me. I don't know why he's always showing up and trying to start a conversation with me, but it's nice then always looking over my shoulder expecting someone to kill me."
"… I don't want you to get hurt from this -insert-your-name-," Alfred commented, your head looking at him confused as he shook his head before chuckling lightly. "Russia is a very manipulative country. In fact he changes his mood in extreme ways that even creeps me out –"
"You have mood swings too Alfred," you told him with a shrug. "Everyone does from time to time… there's something about me you don't know, and I don't know if I should say it." You confessed, Alfred looking over at you with a slight frown on his face. "… I joined the army because of a sudden tragedy in the family," you told him coldly, your eyes narrowing on the ground as you remembered the distant memory, "… The eldest and my father died in an 'accident'… but I never believed it was an accident." You huffed slightly, an angry aura beginning to radiate from your body as you continued, "They said my father died of a heart attack, but didn't really explain why my sister died and I feel guilty about it. They said they would come home… but they didn't… and I was going through a hard time in school, so I left and never looked back… till recently. My family is hiding something from me. My mother doesn't even know or my other family members. I don't even think my father completely knew… it just happened… I searched for answers and I still am… I dedicated most of my life in trying to find the reason for their deaths… but yeah. If I leave here I'll probably end up going home and figure out the reason why certain members of my family are hiding things from me."
"I can relate," Alfred chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest as he thought. "England was like that when I met him. He only told me certain things about himself, and I didn't know till later and after my independence all the things he had done for me… I regret the fact that I had to leave Arthur, but if I hadn't I wouldn't have grown and become the powerful nation we are… though now… we're suffering problems and you know that."
"I do," you nodded, "I do… I just figured I should tell you what's going on. I'm used to being alone. I'm not surprised if you want me to leave. I'd rather have myself leave." Alfred looked at you confused as you shrugged and grabbed the crate from the ground, giving him a smile as you continued, "But I enjoyed our time together. I learned a lot about my own country and it was nice to meet you Alfred F. Jones."
"As do I -insert-your-name-," he smirked, "now how about we meet up with Arthur and we can discuss this later."
"Yeah sure," you chuckled, gripping the crate tighter to your chest as you smiled happily, "later sounds fine. Let's not damper the mood, right Alfred?"
"Right," he grinned back, the two of you looking over your shoulders as if you felt something following you. Then the two of you chuckled lightly to each other and shrugged off the feeling, deciding it was the wind and continuing on your way.
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You walked to everyone who was in the bar, laughing with them and handing them presents you were meaning to give them. This went on for twenty five minutes till you gave a gift to every person you knew whom you could find, a sigh escaping your lips as you sludgy sat down next to Joseph as he sipped his drink. "About time you come back," he smirked, though you rolled your eyes at his comment and gave him a pout.
"Hey I just don't want to leave without saying goodbye," you huffed.
"How do you know if you're leaving?" he decided to ask, your mind pausing as you shook your head and poured yourself a mug of beer.
"… I have a feeling," you shrugged and sat back in your seat to sip your drink, "and even if I'm not it'd be better to hand all this stuff out now then later."
"Do you want to leave?" Joseph continued to ask, but their conversation was cut short when a familiar man with messy white hair and bright red eyes roughly patted you on the back.
"Guten tag -insert-your-name-!" Gilbert laughed happily, his brother trailing behind him with a stern look in his bright crystal blue eyes.
"Gil, I was hoping you'd show your face!" you laughed back, grabbing your crate and pulling a small wrapped gift for him. "I got you something."
"Oh?" Gilbert looked at you confused, a smirk on your face when you handed him the gift.
"It's not much, but I made it myself," you chuckled, watching as he unwrapped the present and gasped in astonishment. "Yeah it's a beer mug," you joked and poked one of the little icons on the side, "I remember we were talking about various beers and I told you that I like to craft little doodads. So I made this a few weeks ago and it's all done now. You like it?"
"I love it!" Gilbert laughed happily and patted you on the shoulder again, staring at the mug in awe as you grinned back at him.
"Oh and Ludwig, I got you some beer," you continued, handing the man three six-packs of beer as he eyed you suspiciously. "My town brews that beer so I hope you like it. Probably isn't as good as the German stuff, but I don't know because I usually can't tell the difference with beers –"
"Well let's pop this open West and celebrate!" Gilbert laughed, grabbing a can from Ludwig and popping the can open.
"… What are we celebrating –"
"A job well done? I don't know, but this stuff looks good!" he smirked, Ludwig rolling his eyes as he set the cans of beer down and popped open his own can.
Gilbert threw you a can and you eyed him suspiciously, the white haired man winking at you as he began to drink down the beer and his eyes instantly lit up. "… W-wow! You made this?"
"My town does," you told the men with a grin on your face, "but my family usually doesn't grow any of the crops. We simply help the town make the drinks if they need it."
"Well this is great!" Gilbert laughed, "right West?"
"Ja," Ludwig answered, closing his eyes for a moment as he tilted his head back and drink down a large gulp of the beer, "ja, danke -insert-your-name-. Very good."
"Oh you're welcome –" You suddenly paused, noticing a man walking into the bar and your eyes lit up. "I'm glad you like it Ludwig," you chuckled lightly, standing up suddenly and setting the can of beer next to Joseph's hand, "I hope you enjoy the gift. Say Joseph, can you watch Alfred for me again? I need to hand out a few more gifts."
"Yeah sure," he shrugged, his eyes widening when your presence was replaced with Gilbert's and a beer can was shoved into his face to drink from.
A smile was on your face as you walked up to the man, his mind not registering you till you sat down on a stool beside him and gave him a toothy grin. "Добро пожаловать –"
"Привет Ivan," you greeted back and took the small gift out of your hands and set it on the table, "I wanted to give you something."
"F-for me? –"
"Well I got something for everyone, but I remembered what we talked about early this month and I had to give you this since it came in the mail," you tried to explain, though the man stared at you confused as he unwrapped the present and stared at the small box in his hand. "… Its sunflower seeds," you told him, his eyes widening as he opened the box to stare at the seeds inside, "some of the best of the crop. I have some instructions in there so you can grow your own, even in a cold place like Russia. If you make a green house for a nice warm place for plants you can grow practically anything! I told you I would give you the seeds and I got everything in the mail so… yeah –"
You let out a yelp as the man grabbed you in a hug, Ivan snuggling his head into the crook of your shoulder. You were very confused by his actions till he began to laugh, not a sad laugh but a joyous laugh that reminded you of the laughter of excited children. "Большое спасибо, спасибо! You didn't have to do this for me –"
"I wanted to," you smiled to him, letting him crush you in a hug. "Besides I don't really know if I'll be staying –"
"You leave?" Ivan stared at you confused, a sigh escaping your lips as you gently pushed him away so you were seeing into his bright purple eyes.
"Maybe," you shrugged, "I can't be sure. It depends if my report is good and the agency decides to keep me here, but if not I'll be going back home."
"… Vu don't sound depressed –"
"Well I'm not," you responded. "I-I would like to spend some time traveling the Americas for a while, if I'm going home. If not… well it's not like this place is bad or anything. I rather enjoy my stay here, but don't take this the wrong way. I've had fun with you and Alfred and Arthur and Gilbert and everyone else. I just… if I'm get to go home I'd like some time off to relax. I don't really know how Alfred sees me, okay? So don't take it the wrong way, and the government may want me somewhere else… I hope you can understand."
"… I suppose –"
"But let's not think about that!" You smirked, ordering a shot of vodka and grinning at him deviously. "I just want you to enjoy the seeds! And I also have something for you at my hotel room, but it's sort of tall and I didn't want to break it if I walked around the street with it."
"V-vat is it? –"
"You'll see," you winked and quickly had your drink, your name being called by Alfred as Arthur looked as if he was going to pass out. "Now I got to go, but could you show up at my hotel at about eleven or midnight so I can give you the extra gift?... You know what; maybe I'll just show up at your house. It'd be easier that way."
"Д-да, if you wish –"
"Great! I'll see you," you waved, walking away from the man as he stared at your back confused and looked down at the seeds in his hands. Ivan gently placed his hands on them, grabbing the sheet of paper that was tucked on the side. A grin formed on his face seeing that the notes were written in Russian and in your handwriting, a sigh escaping his lips when he put the note and seeds away in his pockets and went back to drinking the bottle of vodka that was placed in front of him.
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The night had been entertaining and fun once everyone had a few drinks, and Arthur entertained everyone as he went on with his usual babble at Alfred. You couldn't help but snicker at the thought as Arthur suddenly started to sing into a cup, Joseph knowing it was time for the country to sleep before things went too far. Alfred and you agreed it had indeed went too far three drinks ago, but you only mumbled your comment to Alfred and that was the end of the conversation. The rest of the time you watched the countries and secretaries interact with each other, a smile on your face as you watched them. You didn't want to leave, but once Gilbert and Ludwig left with Francis, the country of Spain, and little Italy, Alfred and you decided to depart after that. You wondered when Ivan had gotten up and left, but after your fifth drink you figured he decided to leave and go home. Gilbert would laugh and comment about how much alcohol you could drink without getting drunk, but you didn't say anything since the man was close to falling on his ass anyways.
The walk back to Alfred's house was long. It was troubling in the back of your mind that you may never see them again, but then again you had done your job and that was to make friends. You will have to review your folders to make sure you had done everything correctly, but you thought you had done fairly well. If Alfred didn't like you or the government wanted you elsewhere that was the end of it. You will go back to your life in the states and be fine with the decision. You had some family business to attend to anyways and it was hard to understand what everyone was saying while you were gone oversees for years on end. Either way you were both excited and exhausted with the ending result, Alfred opening the door for you as you walked inside and took off the coat you were wearing before setting the crate you held against the wall. The country also seemed to feel grim about the idea and you wondered if it was because he knew what the result would be or he didn't know himself. Your eyes followed Alfred till he disappeared down a hallway, the lights turning on as you heard a chuckle and make your way into his office. "What's so funny –"
"You know I don't really know what the results will be," he smirked, holding out his hand to you as you both got ready to sit down, "but whatever the result is it has been an honor having you work for me. I'm curious of your past, but seeing as you won't tell me I'll just assume you'd be leaving because of them."
"That's right," you nodded, the two of you sitting down once you shook hands and he began to shuffle around his desk looking for the right folders and envelopes. "If I leave it'll be because of my family. I don't know why, but there are some hidden problems that, if given the time, I will find on my own."
"I see," Alfred responded. "… Before we open the letter let me show you the file I received."
"O-oh Alfred you don't have to –"
"I'd rather," he smirked, pulling out the folder from under his desk and handing you its contents. "From what I've noticed you've been oblivious to what the agency says about you. I think it's about time you see what it says because I expected a different person then what was given."
"Sure," you agreed, opening the file and placing the contents on the edge of his desk. You slowly read through the file, your face growing grimmer and grimmer as you continued to read what the American government sees in you:
'Code Name: Agent 538-6907: Silent Blood
'Real Name: -insert-your-name-
'Age: -insert-your-age-or-older-
'Proficiencies: Master's degree in Criminal Justice and International Affairs; Bachelor's degree in Agriculture, Business and management, and Psychology; Skilled marksman with rifles and pistols; Olympic level biathlon and marksman: Won first place in Biathlon Junior World Championships and fifth place in the Junior Summer Shooting Sports Olympics; Hired personal assassin and bodyguard
'Assignment: Agent 538-6907 is a - year old agent under constant watch of the - agency. (past is problematic and needs further investigations) Agent assigned under the watchful care of nation's secret man, Alfred F. Jones of the United States of America, until further notice.
'History: Grown up in - to a farmhouse family. Grandparents on mother's side recently emigrated from Russia (private investigations will look into the matter). Joined ballet, ballroom dancing, and marksman classes at age 5. By high school left all extracurricular activities, except for marksman training. Joined the Junior Olympics at age 13, but retired early at age 16. Joined the army at age 18 and became a top-ranked combat specialist within a year of training. Became a member of - agency at age 22 and began college studies under - at - training facility. Finished studies in - and began assignments in -.
Father, -, and eldest sister, -, died in public shooting in Lagos, Portugal on June 8, - by unexplainable circumstances. Ever since, agent left all activities and engulfed efforts into improving marksmanship and self training in computer specialist. First languages: English and Russian. Third languages: Polish, German, and French. Six languages: Latin, Celtic, and ancient Greek. (see attached form for current skills).'
You frowned and turned the pages, your eyes skimming the contents and wondering why the man was making your read the files again:
'To: Alfred F. Jones
'From: - Agency, - Division under the United States of America
'RE: -insert-your-name-
'Dear Mr. Jones,
'We are disappointed to see that another agent has been rejected strongly to work for you as a secretary. We will be sending a woman of the middle class, another agent you must keep an eye over.
'We wish to warn you that this Agent 538-6907 is a dangerous woman and we have suspicion to believe that she is working for the Russian government as a spy. She is, in her own right, a born and raised citizen of the United States of America, but as for her family affairs we cannot say. We have a hunch to believe her family is hiding assets in several different countries and may have control over dangerous underground organizations. We have placed Agent 538-6907 under you care so you, in turn, can spy on her for us. She could be a communist, socialist, terrorist, and a threat to our common good.
'Regardless, I hope you get along with the woman for her personality is a rough and strict stone.
'This assignment is a way to both test and keep a close eye on Agent 538-6907. If she stays for the long term we wish for you to write back her progress and any illegal activities while she works under your care. Send us a letter monthly and promptly over this woman's activities within and outside of your own. She is a trained assassin and born killer, so do keep watch over her and make sure she doesn't kill anyone in a rash way.
'We wish you luck, Mr. Jones, and hope to have a report by the end of the month.'
"… I see," you pouted, sitting back in your chair and thinking to yourself, "… you think I'm a communist, don't you Alfred?"
"I have my suspicions," he shrugged, sitting back in his own chair and eying you unsurely, "but I know for a fact that you met Russia for the first time as well as his secretary, Zavid Magnovska. You didn't know them. If you recognized them at first glance I'd probably feel, in my best interest, that you are indeed a spy… but that's not the case." Alfred gave you a smirk, handing you a sealed envelope for you to open. "The problem is that you're hanging out with Russia too much and that'll raise suspicions. Plus I worry if you get too close to the man… He shouldn't be trusted. Not because he's a commie or a left-wing socialist, but because we've been at conflict for years now and since the Cold War years ago I can't see him in a good light. You must understand, -insert-your-name-, for my hesitation. If I continue to send back reports of your constant private interactions with Russia the agency will fire you and I'll have to find another secretary… and to be honest -insert-your-name-," he sighed and gave you a smile, "I'd rather keep you then lose you. You're friendly, in your own little way, and that's giving the other countries reason to trust us. So whatever the letter says… now you know what my idea of you was."
"Thank you," you nodded, grabbing a letter opener from his desk and giving him a weak smile, "and I understand the hesitation… I would be too. Just… my assignment was to be friendly to everyone I met. Get them to trust me. That's a hard assignment for me to do these days, but right now I'm proving to do really well! Ivan… was the first one I met, you see. I can't just blow off that relationship we've formed… but if I have no choice then I will. I'd rather stay under the radar then have the agency breathing down my neck and wondering what I'm up to… So I'll keep your words in mind and it's been nice working for you Mr. Jones." You gave him one last smile before all emotion from your face faded, quickly opening the letter and seeing what your fate was now.
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Zavid let out a sigh as he heard the doorbell ring, knowing that Mr. Braginski wouldn't get it himself and briskly walked over to the door. When he turned the corner he raised an eyebrow, noticing the man had opened the door himself and was being greeted by America's secretary. "Mr. Braginski, why is –"
"Zavid, how about you go back to your reading. -insert-your-name- and I need to talk, да?" Ivan responded with a smile, Zavid giving you a hesitant look before looking back to Ivan and gave him a nod. Zavid knew how Mr. Braginski can be and had a feeling that the look on your face wasn't a happy one. He heard you may be leaving tomorrow, but he hadn't expected you to show up to the Russian's house. Nevertheless he let them be, but kept his ears open in case the man did something… unsightly to little poor you.
Once Russia's secretary left you let out a tired sigh, giving Ivan a smile as you revealed the secret gift behind your back. "It's a sunflower," you grinned happily, noticing Ivan's purple eyes lighting up while he stared down at you in shock, "and it's one of the smaller ones we picked and decided to keep for the winter. A beautiful one, yes? And I thought you'd like one since you're always saying you like sunflowers –"
"-insert-your-name- it's magnificent!" Ivan laughed happily and pulled you into the house, a squeak escaping your lips as you were crushed into the man's chest and the door closed behind you suddenly. You narrowed your eyes at the closed door, knowing that you may have to leave in a hurry and you had to make sure that door stayed unlocked. "…-insert-your-name-?" the man paused, noticing your silence, "Vis something wrong –"
"Yes," you sighed, pulling away from the man and giving him a slight smile as you set the sunflower down on a nearby counter. "… Ivan… I don't know how to say this, but –"
"You leaving? –"
"No actually!" you laughed suddenly, throwing your hands up before taking a step back and shaking your head. "I'm not leaving and I'm staying as America's secretary, but –"
"There a but -insert-your-name-?" Ivan narrowed his eyes, and you didn't like the strange purple aura beginning to radiate over his head and the chill suddenly in the hall they were standing in.
"… It's not like I want to do this," you sighed, hoping he'd understand, "but… I have a past, you see, and the agency I work for sees me as a spy… and the fact that I keep talking to you and Natasha and even Katyusha during my break over the weekend has the government… hounding on me. I can't have them breathing down my neck Ivan… I'm sorry, but I can't keep seeing you during my breaks if it'll threaten my operations here –"
Your eyes widened in shock when you were suddenly thrown back against the door, feeling a fear you hadn't before as you felt the gloom hanging over the country seem to grow. "I… see…" Ivan mumbled quietly, your ears trying to hear him as he mumbled something in Russian quickly. "You… hate me –"
"No!" you shorted, grabbing the arm that was against your shoulder and trying to pry him away, "It's not like that! I just told you! I can't have that American government spying on me like they have been. I need some freedom Ivan! Maybe once they stop staring at me with their 'Uncle Sam' eyes I can talk with you again, but not right now. It's too risky –"
"You can always leave them," Ivan insisted, your eyes looking up to notice the dark look on his face. Yet you were starting to notice, past your own fears, were frightened eyes as if he was a child and you were saying you would leave him forever. Now that you think about it, the pained look in his eyes reminded you of yourself when you tried to convince your father and older sister to stay in town before they… left.
You looked at him with sympathy, but there was nothing you could do. You had to break this tie. It was too tight and if he wouldn't loosen his grasp you will have to break the string all together. "… Ivan I can't –"
"You become one with Mother Russia, да?" he tilted his head to the side, a devious and frightening grin growing on his face.
Before he could become more scary for you your hands reached up to his face, his eyes widening in shock as the purple haze over his head faltered suddenly, a smile on your face as you gently rubbed the hair from his face and cuffed his cheeks in your chilled hands. "нет Ivan… нет." You paused for a few seconds, a sigh escaping your lips as you continued, "N-no I can't because… I told you, I have family in Russia, but there is a reason why I stay away from them and if you can't loosen your grip on me I'll just have to break the tie all together. That's not something I want to do Ivan, but if it comes down to that I will have to. Just…" You stopped and looked to the ground, your hands starting to fall from his face as you drooped your shoulders.
Ivan pressed one of your hands back on his cheeks with his own hands and stared down at you, his face staring at you in a neutral and frightening tone that even you can tell was his display of annoyance. "… You leave to Россия –"
"No Ivan!" you groaned and shook your head, a tear beginning to shed down your face while you tried to keep yourself from crying. "I just… can't do that okay? Maybe later, I said that already. I want to go back home, I want to see my family. I want to figure out what mess my older brother is in… so please don't do this to me. Don't make me choose. My family comes first Ivan, it has to. Always. Without them I'm just alone. So please, can we just… slow down? N-not just for my sake, but it's also for you. You d-don't want to get close to me… my past gets complicated and if you come too close you'll… end up dead too, Russia or not."
He gave you a dark stare, a chill going down your spine as you stared up at him, but you had to get your way. If you didn't then you couldn't see him again. You felt his hand reach up to your face and flick your tear away, flinching from the sudden movement before he let you go. You let out soft pants once he took a few steps back, your mind finally noticing that you had been holding your breath the entire time. You flinched slightly when he grabbed for the door and opened it, expecting him to do something worse, but all he did was open the door and stay at his distance from you. "Leave," Ivan said roughly, your mouth almost dropping when you stared at him in disbelief.
"B-but Ivan –"
"Уходить," he repeated in Russian, this time in a sterner voice as he looked at you through his white hair and glared at you. "Пока-insert-your-name-. Пока."
"Fine," you snorted, turning your back on him and giving him a glare as you stepped out into the cold, "if you're going to be that way then goodbye Russia." Then you roughly slammed the door on him, his gaze never leaving you till the door slammed in his face.
Zavid flinched at the sight, watching as Ivan continued to stare at the closed door in a stoic way. "… Mr. Braginski, if you want to talk about this –"
"Leave me be Zavid," Ivan mumbled in Russian, the man sighing as he shook his head and turned his back on the man. Zavid knew the man was bottling up whatever emotions he was trying to keep inside of himself, but those feelings will explode soon and if he didn't let it go now it'll come out in a worse way later. The man just couldn't believe that Mr. Braginski would have you leave like that. Without much of an explanation. You gave him one, but he didn't. Yet something intrigued Zavid. The fact that you said that you had problems with the government about being around Russia. Could it be that you had a life that you were keeping from the man? From everyone else? Whatever it was Zavid wanted to find out, but he won't be able to find out through the country anymore. He'll have to do his own snooping behind Mr. Braginski's back so he can make his monthly reports and tell his government what he found out about you.
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A/N: Yep! There's some drama there! Will everything be okay with you and Ivan? We'll just see ^^' And yeah, your situation sucks. I just figured Ivan wouldn't give you as much of an explanation for his anger then you would. And for a mental note Alfred will be around, but this is mainly a story about you and Russia so in later chapters it'll be more about those arrangements. This is pretty much the ending point of the introductions and I hope you enjoy the next part of the story. Talk to me and I'll SEE YOU LATER!
Guten tag – German – hello
Ja – German – yes
Danke – German – thank you
Уходить – Russian – leave, go, depart, withdraw, walk away
