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When Alfred woke up, he was very comfortable. He lay on an old, comfy bed, with a thick fluffy blanket. He had a dreamless, restful night of sleep, which he was thankful for. Today, he would attempt his escape.
For now though, he just lay in bed, much to comfortable to move, though he knew that right now was probably the best time to make his escape. He only had one problem: What was he going to do once he got away? It's not like he knew his way around the strange country, let alone have anywhere to go. He'd just be putting himself into more trouble.
Shit.
He sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Warm sunlight filtered into the room through the curtains, lighting up the room. He slid out of the warm bed reluctantly and his bare feet touched the cold hard wood floor. He shivered, but ignored the cold floor as he shuffled to the door.
He was half expecting the door to be locked, but fortunately it was not. He ventured out into the hallway, trying to make quite steps, but the old floor boards creaked and groaned under is weight. He managed to make it down the stairs before he got caught.
"Good morning, Fredka." Came the Russians voice out of nowhere. Alfred jumped and squeaked in surprise before finding the Russian standing at the doorway off to the right on the first floor.
"'M-mornin'..." He mumbled. He stood at the foot of the stair case, not daring to make another move. He was scared that Ivan might have figured out he was attempting to escape.
"I am assuming you are hungry, da? I will make you something to eat, then we will discuss what your job will be." He smiled and turned swiftly on his heels. Alfred grumbled something before dragging his feet and following the man. There was no way in hell that he was going to do anything for the man. He might as well not try.
"I do hope you like foreign food, Amerika. I refuse to go to that dreadful restaurant that sells that toxic junk that you call food. I'm surprised you haven't had a heart attack from eating that stuff all the time." Ivan commented, getting out eggs.
Alfred just snorted and glared, before looking around the kitchen. It was well kept, for sure, but the dark blue paint on the wall was fading and was in need of a paint job. The hard wood floor also showed it's age. It looked worn down, probably by the many feet that trampled in the room. Most everything else, though, looked fairly new, in comparison to the floor and walls.
Both nations were quite. The room was filled with awkward tension, that made Alfred feel jittery. He didn't like being in a place that was so quite, so to break it, he hummed a song that he didn't know he knew. Even the lyrics seemed to flow into his head as he hummed to himself.
'Oh, say can you see, by the dawns early light. What so proudly we hailed, at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad strips and bright stars-' He was cut off when Ivan gave him a look.
"What?" He glared slightly.
"You still remember the Star Spangled Banner?" Saying the name of Americas National Anthem felt weird on his tongue. He didn't know why, though.
"Is that the name of the song? I suppose I do I guess...It just came to my mind, so I hummed it." He said softly, figiting with the same shirt he wore yesterday.
"Yes, it is. It's your nations anthem." Ivan, who was still cooking, finally finished. It wasn't much of a breakfast. Just eggs, bacon, and toast,with jelly. He filled Alfreds plate and sat it in front of the boy before filling his own plate, before also sitting himself.
"My national anthem? ...I'm confused about how people are countries." He muttered, softly thanking Ivan for the food as it was set in front of him.
"Well...There's not much to explain, really. We are just born as the land. We don't know why, or how. We just are." Alfred nodded slowly, and took a small bite of the toast.
"Which country are you?" He asked. Ivan stared at him for a moment, violet eyes meeting sky blue.
"Russia. Formally the USSR, or otherwise known as The Soviet Union." He stated bluntly. It's been awhile since he's brought up the Soviet Union. Once America had established democracy in his country, he put the USSR behind his back.
"Why was your name changed?" Alfred asked, one question right after the other. If he was going to be stuck here until he escaped, he might as well get to know the man.
"Ah...Well, after World War 2 in 1945, the two Super powers; You:America, and I: The Soviet Union, pretty much competted for the title of Super Power. That was the start of the Cold War. It wasn't a war, so much as tension between us. After many years of a threat for nuclear war between us, you finally topped me, and my communist government failed and you established democracy." Alfred sat quietly, not touching his food, instead, watching Ivan.
"I did all that?" He asked quitely, shocked. So he had become strong? That thought made him extremely happy.
"Da, you did." He said simply, continuing to eat, "You better eat. It will be a while before lunch and you have a lot of work to do." Alfred sneered at him, folding his arms across his chest.
"I am not doing any work. I refuse." He sat defiently, refusing to make eye contact with Ivan and just stared at the wall.
"It wasn't a suggestion, Alfred. It was a command. Though, there are other things I could do to get you to work." Alfred turned towards him, eyes wide.
"Like what?" The he narrowed them, trying to look threatening, but obviously it didn't work, because Ivan only smiled.
"Weeell, I do have a torture chamber," He began, "i have bombs I could use on either Arthur, or your country. Or, I can- Lets not go that far, da?" Alfred sat still in his seat. It was very well the second time he had threatened Arthur, and he was 100 percent sure that he could and probably would follow his threat, if need be.
Ivan stared at Alfred intently, waiting for the answer. He knew what the answer was going to be from Alfred. He could see it in his eyes. The young nation wouldn't be so selfish as to put Arthur into danger.
"...Fine..." Alfred muttered, looking down at the hands that now sat on his lap. He hated this. Hated, hated, hated. There was no other word to describe it.
"Good. Now you better finish up breakfast, before it gets cold. And I did work hard on it." The Russian said, smiling. Alfred ate reluctently.
"Fredkaaa~! Look at the cute outfit you get to wear!" He held up a little maids dress, along with another bow and even high heels.
"No way! Isn't the fact that I'm cleaning enough? Besides, I'm a boy!" He said, flustered. He backed away from Russia, but the man only stepped closer and closer.
"Oh, I know your a boy. I want to dress you up, so you look even cuter. It's more entertaining too." He finally grabbed a hold of Alfreds arm, who tried to pull away, but failed.
"No! I don't want to wear it! And it's not like I'm some animal at a circus!" His attempts to get away were useless as Russia practically ripped off his clothes, and managed to put the dress on Alfred.
"Now, you remember what I said earlier, da?" Russia stopped for a moment and stared at Alfred. The boy instantly stopped and stilled, before nodding. Ivan giggled and finished dressing up Alfred.
"All done, da!" He exclaimed joyfully. He had to admit that Alfred did look arousing. Alfred glared coldly at Ivan, pulling down on the hem of the short dress as far as it would go. He felt an uncomfortable breeze were it shouldn't belong, which made him feel even more awkward that before.
"You look very cute, Amerika~! Just like a girl." Ivan snickered, enjoying the embarasement he was causing the American, who's face was officially cherry red. He heard a string of cuss words and insults, but ignored them.
"Now, your first job is make all the beds." He grinned, rather evilly. Alfred just groaned. He really hated his life right now.
"Ohayo gozaimasu, England-san." Japan greeted England at the front door.
"Good morning, Japan. Sorry to rush you now that you just got here, but are you ready to go?" He let Japan in, who sat his stuff on the couch.
"Hai. I was planning on us leaving right away."
"Vee! Japaaaan~!" Italy came stumbling into the room and attack hugged the Japanese. Said man flustered, pushing the to loving Italian away from him.
"Hey, Japan." Canada greeted softly. Japan looked around, searching for the person who greeted him before he finally layed eyes on Canada.
"Konnichiwa, Canada." He waved slightly.
"Is everyone ready to go?" England asked, slightly impatient. Everyone nodded. "Good, we're heading out." Operation Rescue America.
The plane ride was complete chaos. Italy was screaming something about pasta, Germany was yelling at him to be quite, France was trying to grab Canada's butt, and England was yelling at France to stop. Japan was the only one who sat quitely, thankful that this wasn't a public airline, and just a private jet.
"France! STOP! This is serious!" England yelled. He finally gave up and flopped down on a seat and rubbed his forehead tiredly. The others seen this and immediately calmed down.
"What's wrong, England?" Italy pipped up.
"I'm just worried sick, okay? We need to form a plan on how to find Alfred and how to save him. If we keep acting like this, nothing will get done."
"Vee, sorry England." He apologized.
"So have you thought of anything?" Germany asked, also sitting down.
"I have!" France exclaimed, smirking slightly.
"What is is?" Asked England and Germany at the same time, weary.
"Weeeeell, one of us could always dress up in a sexy outfit and lure Russia out of the house while the other runs in a gets Alfred, oui?" He snickered.
"That's worse than one of America's robot ideas. And plus, we have to locate him first. He could be anywhere!" England scolded.
"We'll have to think like Russia then. We're would we hid if we kidnapped a nation?" Japan asked. Everyone sat and thought for a moment.
"I would hid deep in the woods." England said. Germany nodded, and also France.
"If I were Russia, I would hid in plain site. No one expects him to just be about everyone else." Canada said softly.
"Very good, Canada. So we look in cities. What city should we start at?" England said.
"I think it be wise to start in the capital; Moscow. That would be the last place he would expect us to look."Germany stated.
"Hai. We should split up in teams."
"Yes, good idea. Canada and I will team up. Italy and Germany, and France and Japan. Sound good?" England paired everyone up, before anybody else could. He did NOT want to be stuck with France.
"Well, looks like were ready when we get there." Everyone nodded. England glanced at the clock. They would be arriving in Russia in less than 3 hours.
"Don't worry Alfred, I'm on my way..." He whispered to himself, soft enough for the others not to hear. This time, he would be the hero.
A/N: Heeheehee X3 I love the last sentence! :D 3 It makes me all like, "ZOMG! EEEIII!" *Fangirl moment* Aaaanyways, sooooo what did ya think?
Omg! Guess what? BonBons came in today! :D I friggin' love those things! :D They are aaaaaaamazing X3
So I was thinking about writing a 2p!America and 2p!England story after seeing this pic of America as a kid with a knife and England was standing there smiling and looking creepy and it gave me an idea, but I don't think I could write it. I want to, but I don't have the skill XD SOOO, I was wondering if anybody was up for writing that kind of story? :D Cause that would totally be awesome! 3
Anyways, review as always! :3