Bonjour, mon copains! :D (I hope that's right XD) Anyways, this is a short chapter D: I'm sorry! But hopefully it's good enough to make up for it being short :D

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To say Alfred was pissed was an understatement. He wanted to do whatever he could to get away from this man ad back to Arthur. He even came up with perfect plans but when it came to putting them into action, he chickened out. Not to mention, he clearly remembered the threat the Russian had made on the plane.

Currently he sat in one of the many rooms in the house, hiding from Ivan. The man had yet to find him, which he was greatly thankful for. Maybe he would give up and go to bed...Then I would be able to sneek out' Alfred thought, smiling to himself. It wasn't much of a plan, but it was better than nothing.

A creak sounded from near by and Alfred moved as far back in the closet as he could, hiding under the thick clothes. He stayed like that for a few minutes and finally he relaxed when he declared the cost was clear. Suddenly the closet door slammed open and Alfred squeaked, giving away his hiding spot.

Ivan pulled off the clothes and chuckled at Alfred. He grabbed the boys arm and pulled him out of the closet.

"Look what you did! You made a mess, da?" Alfred didn't look at the man. He glared at anything else but him, but, Ivan grabbed his chin for the second time, forcing him to look at those violet eyes, "You won't do that again. Next time, I won't be lenient." He let go of Alfred's jaw that he was holding painfully tight.

Alfred rubbed his jaw, glaring, but nodded. Ivan smiled creepily and clasped his hands together, "Now, surely you are hungry~! You always are. At least you were before.~" Alfred just shrugged.

"Oh yes, and I forgot about this!" Ivan pulled out a bright red bow, in the corner it adorned the sickle and star. Seeing this caused some images to fill into Alfreds mind.

"I will not stand around and watch as you corrupt Europe, you commie bastard!" America yelled, glaring at the Russian. in said mans hand was a gun and in the other, a Soviet Union flag.

"I am not corrupting anything, comrade. I am simply...Building the steps that will one day lead to everyone becoming one with mother Russia." He smiled sickenly sweet, which made America's stomach twist with hatred and somewhat fear.

"And I'm going to make sure that will never happen! You seen what a corrupt government did to North Korea! You can't deny it!" He yelled, trying to put sense into the mans head.

"North Korea would have turned out fine if you hadn't of stepped into my business, like everyone elses. Plus, you are also shoving your government onto others. How is that fair you capitalist pig?" The Soviet Union sneered.

"My government isn't corrupt though. I am a democracy. My people have rights." America said stonely.

"Rights? Then why is black citizens fighting for the very rights you say they have, hm? What was it? The Civil Rights Movement?" America's eye twitched.

"I am working on that." He said simply.

"Shouldn't you be worrying about your own country instead of butting in on others?" The Soviet Union said, a smiled playing on his lips.

"Don't you dare suggest what I should and shouldn't do!" America yelled pulling out a gun and aiming it at the Russian. He was tired of hearing his mouth.

Russia placed the bow on Alfred's head, then pulled back to look at how cute it was. He quickly took out his phone and took a picture of it before Alfred ripped it off and threw it on the ground.

"Don't put your communist flag on my head, bastard!" He yelled, anger. Ivan blinked at him, before he smiled, like always.

"I see you remember something else, little America~! I knew bringing you here would help you remember!" He giggled gleefully.

"...You don't like me.." Alfred said slowly. At least, that's what he got from the memory. He didn't know how old it was though. For all he knew, it could have been from a couple of weeks before his accident!

"Not in particular. Though you are considerably less annoying than you were before, so that helps. And to answer your next question, I brought you here, as...Revenge, you might call it. Unfortunately I won't be able to physically harm you...To an extent. I will have to settle with humiliating you and making you my personal..Oh what do Americans call it...My personal bitch." He smiled. Alfred regarded him in disgust.

"I am no ones bitch." He growled. Alfred was so tempted to try and punch the man in the face again. Oh, so tempted.

Russia opened his mouth and was about to say something but there was a loud bang from down stairs.

"BIG BROTHER! WHERE ARE YOU?" A female voice shrilled. Ivan instantly froze. He glanced around nervously before running to the door and shutting it quietly before he looked it. Alfred looked at him questioningly, though was ignored as the man ran into the closet that Alfred was just previously preoccuping.

"What's wro-" Ivan cut him off.

"SHHH! She will find us!" He hid deeper in the closet. Alfred was absolutely confused, but slowly started to realize that 'hey, if this man, who kidnapped and threatened him is scared of this women, then I should probably be scared too.'

Before Alfred could make a dash to hid under the bed, the bed room door was ripped off it's henges, scaring the holy hell out of Alfred. She stared at Alfred for a few moments before her gaze hardened.

"What the hell are you doing here, you pig? What did you do with my big brother? WHERE IS HE?" And the one thought that crossed Alfreds terrified mind was, 'Oh shit.'

A/N: So...What do you think? I saw a couple reviews saying they wondered what Belarus would do...Well you'll find out next chapter! :D

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