Bonjour, tout le monde! :D Here's chapter 12 for ya~
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Alfred was cold..No, not cold, freezing. His clothes did little to protect him from the harsh wind and snow. It amazed him that he had only been out here for at the what seemed like not that long, yet he felt like he was out here for hours. He was numb, and shivering. His teeth chattered together, unable to stop.
He wished for Ivan to come and get him now. Desperately even. Not to mention he wanted Arthur to come and get him...Where was he now? Was he on his way?
Suddenly the door opened, revealing a somewhat worried Russian. He went straight to Alfred and scopped him up in his arms and took the teenager inside. Alfred didn't complain about being carried by the man, only great-ful for the warmth.
Alfred was carried to a room that had a fire place with a roaring fire inside. Ivan sat him down a little ways from it.
"I'm sorry about that, Fredka. I tend to...Do stuff when I am angry. You were out there for 30 minutes you know. I imagine you must be cold." He said, his voice cutting through the tense air.
'Hell yes, it was cold.' He thought bitterly, but he didn't voice it, afraid he might upset Ivan and have to sit outside again. They sat in silence a little while longer before Alfred finally spoke, "Who was that crazy lady?" He asked, curiosity taking him over.
"O-oh, that was Belarus. My sister." Without even turning around, Alfred could practically see him shiver at the thought of her.
"If she is your sister, then why are you scared of her?"
"She-er wants to m-marry me." He turned and looked at Ivan, in shock.
"Marry? But she's your sister! That's disgusting!" Wasn't that incest? Ew. Alfred turned back to the fire and watched as the flames danced.
"Yes, but she seems infatuated with me. I do not know why." He shivered again. He pulled out vodka from his thick coat he has yet to take off, and took a drink of the burning alcohol.
"Where is she now?" Alfred asked, a little worried that she might show up again.
"She's unconcious and tied up right now. I fetched for Toris to come and get her." Ivan murmured. Alfred didn't say anything else, just watched the fire and kept his thoughts to himself.
He made himself comfortable on the floor, laying down with his back still facing the Russian. He vagually wondered what he was like when he was older. He hoped it could be a super awesome hero with lots of friends. He wanted to be able to grow strong enough and save everyone when they are in danger. He wanted to surpass even Arthur and show him that he was strong.
To be a hero. That's what he wanted most, and heros don't get captured by the enemy. No, they didn't so, he was going to break free. Then he could show the world.
Alfred smiled at that thought and slowly closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep that was welcomed.
Ivan smiled to himself as he watched as Alfred slowly fell asleep. He was absolutely adorable as a younger teenager that it was almost hard to believe he was the same nation. When had he grown to be such an arrogant dumbass? Probably after his Independence war with Britain. He probably thought he was the best to have beaten the British Empire.
He rolled his eyes, and smirked. He remembered when he had gained title of 'Super Power' all those years ago. Though he liked being having all the power, he didn't act somewhat stuck up like Alfred does. No, he used the power to his advantage. One day, every one will become part of Mother Russia, so why not speed up the process?
Though unfortunately, the power was taken from his grasp and was now in the hands of America. The young ignorant fool who was awfully to young to hold such a responsibility, in his opinion.
With that thought, he got up from the couch and picked up the sleeping nation, not so much as twitched when he was moved. Ivan carried him to a random room in his practically historical house and peeled back the blanket.
"Wher' we goin'?" Alfred suddenly mumbled, still partially asleep. Ivan 'awwed' on the inside.
"I'm putting you to bed, little America. It's time to go to sleep." Ivan whispered. Alfred just nodded slightly before falling back to a peaceful slumber. Russia layed America down on the soft bed and pulled the covers over the nation before turning to leave. Before he was about to shut the door behind him, he looked back at the sleeping nation. He didn't know why he was being kind to the boy. Usually he would make the people he captured sleep in the cold basement, but for some reason he didn't do that to the American.
He grinned creepily before shutting the door, closing off the light in the room.
It had been a couple hours since Canada had arrived. Francis had retired to one of the many rooms in the house but Arthur and Matthew stayed up, waiting for the arrival of the other nations. The planned on Germany being here very soon, counting on if he had gotten a private jet. Japan wouldn't be arriving till some time late tomorrow morning, which made England a little jittery to think about.
He didn't want to have to wait that long before they could leave. It would take long enough to get to Russia from here and he was worried for Alfred. Especially after the line went dead right before Alfred was about to say something. It drove him insane.
"He's alright right now," Canada spoke softly, Arthur almost not even hearing him. He looked over at the Canadian questioningly, but the nation had his eyes closed, concentrating. "He's asleep right now." Matthew opened his eyes. Sometimes it was really helpful that they were twins. He could usually always tell if something was wrong with Alfred and vise versa.
"Thank you. That's a relief. So he's not hurt?" Arthur asked. Matthew thought for a moment before answering the Englishman.
"No, he's just cold." Arthur nodded, mainly to himself.
A loud banging erupted from the door, startling Arthur and Matthew from their light sleep on the couch. Arthur jumped up, with Matthew behind him. He opened the door reveiling Ludwig and Feliciano.
"Vee~ hi Arthur! Hi..uuuhh."
"Canada." Matthew muttered.
"Oh right, hi Canada!" Italy greeted happily. Germany sighed.
"We got here as fast as possible." Arthur stepped out of the way as the 2 nations stepped into the house.
"I am assuming that Japan is coming too?"
"Yes, though he has not arrived yet. He most likely won't be here until late tomorrow morning. When he gets here, we're leaving immediately."
"Alright. Any more from Amerika?" The German asked, taking a seat on the couch. Arthur noted that the blonde looked weary. They should probably rest a little for tomorrow.
"No, I think Russia found out he was using the phone a smashed it. Though Canada says that Alfred is alright right now. He is sleeping."
"Vee~ does anybody want to pasta?" Italy asked excitedly. No matter whatever the subject was when Italy was around, it would always involve pasta. Always.
"Ah, I'm fine thank you." England said. He didn't think that he could stomach any food right now, and same goes for the others. Both Germany and Canada shook their heads.
"Awww..." Feliciano said, looking down.
"Maybe we can have some when we get America back, ja?" Germany said, patting Italy's shoulder. The Italian instantly perked up, smiling.
"Siii!"
"Well, I think it'd be wise to go to sleep to rest up for tomorrow, yes?" England suggested.
"That sounds like a good plan. Is there any specific room for me and Italy to stay in, England?" The German asked. England only shrugged,
"Any room is fine, I suppose. Good night."
"Guten nacht*."
With that Italy, Germany, England, and Canada went to their seperate rooms. Matthew went straight for America's and cuddled in the American flag blankets, breathing in the scent. He missed his brother...
A/N: Eh...I don't like this chapter much...Another filler :/ XD But tomorrow is the day! :D The rescue of America~! \^o^/ Wooooo~
To answer one of my wonderful reviewers question, Alfred and Arthur will most likely end up together when Alfred returns to normal ;) But I ain't tellin' ya no more, cause then I would spoil the story D:
Translation:
Gute nacht- Good night-German
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