Heeeeeeeeeeeey~! :D Sorry it took so long to update this chapter D: I planned on having it uploaded at 4, but I got busy D: And I didn't get to write on it last night cause an old friend came by and we walked around town for hours :D but here it is! :'D

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia~

It was hell. Trying to make the bed was pure hell in itself. Normally it wouldn't be such a big deal, but every time he leaned forward, the back of the dress would come up, revealing his butt that he didn't want to be showing off. Not to mention, Ivan was in the room and he knew that the Russian was watching him, making it all the worse.

"Alfred, your never going to get finished making those beds at this pace." Ivan giggled, taking out his phone and taking a picture of Alfred in the maids dress.

"Well this wouldn't take so fucking long if I didn't have this stupid dress one," He paused to glare at Ivan, "How many rooms are in this house anyways?"

"Oh, 18, I think." He grinned.

"But I would only have to do 2 since there's only me and you, right?" Alfred asked, hoping that he would be right.

"Oh, nyet! You have to do all 18!"

"what? But that will take me forever! What did you do, purposely go and mess them up?"

"Da! And if you don't want it to take so long, then hurry up. Don't worry about the dress." He was hoping that he would leave the dress alone. He wanted to see his nice ass.

"I will not leave it alone! All my privates will show then!" He blushed furiously.

"Da, that's the point, silly." He giggled. Alfred sputtered, covering his burning red face. This man seemed like even more of a pervert that Francis! And that's saying something.

"Oh don't worry, little America," Ivan began, practically reading Alfred's mind, "I will not attempt any sexual acts without permission. I am not like France." He frowned a moment at the thought of the French man, but then smiled again.

"That doesn't reassure me much...Do I have to do this? Is there something else I could do?" Alfred asked, hoping he didn't have to do this anymore.

Ivan thought for a moment. There was many things he could think of for the American to do. Maybe he can make him twirl around like what he did with the Baltics and get it on video. Or maybe he can make him sweep up the floor with a small hand broom and dust pan. Or...He can make the American give him a kiss. He liked the latter idea.

"Hmm...If you give me a kiss, then you do not have to make the beds, da?" He grinned, somewhat madly. Alfred stopped what he was doing and just stared at Ivan.

"K-kiss you? No way! That's worse than what I have to do now! No way!" He exclaimed, fuming a bit.

"Why not? It would only be a little peck on the lips, nothing more. Well, unless you like the kiss, then it could always go further." Ivan couldn't stop grinning. He loved embarrassing the American. He may not be able to torture him physically, but this was good enough.

"B-but that's just...Weird! Your way older than me! And...Well..." He just stopped, face still red. Well, he HAD said it was going to be a peck...And it WAS better than making the beds with his privates showing.

Alfred walked slowly to Ivan, who was grinning madly, "I'm only doing this so my junk isn't showing while I clean." He grumbled. He ever so slowly leaned forward and pressed his soft pink lips to Ivans cold ones. But it was over before anything else could happen. Alfred pulled away and whipped furiously at his lips.

"Now that wasn't so bad now was it, Fredka?" He snickered. He was tempted to just hold the American down and full out kiss him, but he was a man of his word. Next time, he would though. He just had to be patient.

They had finally made it to Russia. They now stood in downtown Moscow, creating another plan on where to meet, once America was found. Once the discussion was over, the nations split into their pairs, all going separate directions.

"We have the outskirts of the city, right?" The Canadian asked, double checking. He knew that Germany and Italy had the heart of the town, and Francis and Japan had the suburbs.

"Correct. We need to check any house that may look suspicious." Canada couldn't help but think of England as a police man, or a detective. "How is he doing right now? I'm so worried about the lad..."

"Ahh..." Canada looked up at the sky as they walked, concentrating, before he continued, "He's fine right now, as far as I can tell...I guess that Russian hasn't tried to attack him. That's a relief."

"Thank goodness. And yes, that very well is a relief. I swear when I see Ivan, I'm going to rip his head off and make him wish he were never born." England growled. Canada noted that not only was he protective of his little brother, he was extremely possessive, which could either be a pro or a con.

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It was night fall when the two blonde nations decided to take a break. They were cold, tried and hungry. Arthur refused everything, wanting only to continue the search for Alfred until finally he just collapse by a tree.

"Are you alright, Arthur?" Canada had exclaimed, softly. He sat down beside the Brit and pulled out a water bottle from his bag and handed it to Arthur.

"No, I'm not. I'm bloody tired, but I can't sit here and relax." He accepted the water greatfully from Canada, "Thanks." He mumbled, taking a long drink of the ice cold water.

"Do push yourself, Arthur. If your tired when we find them, we won't be able to take Alfred back home. Ivan isn't just going to hand him over."

"Yes, I know that. I just want to get there before either he says something that will piss Ivan off, or Ivan will just randomly snap. He has such a fragile sanity.

"I know how you feel," Matthew started, "I'm really worried about brother. I know that sometimes he forgets me, but I still love him. We were so close, and I know that he cared for me, as I did him." Canada spoke softer than normal, almost to himself. England had to strain his ears to hear the lad.

England was slightly shocked though. This is the first time he had heard Matthew declare that he loved his brother. He knew that he cared for the American, but he hadn't known that he was that close to him. He made him smile a little.

"Well Arthur, how about we just rest for 10 minutes and then we go? We'll search all night and tomorrow. However long it takes to find him." Canada said, putting his hand of England's shoulder.

"Alright, sounds like a plan."

Alfred hid in one of the many bathrooms, sobbing wasn't hiding from Ivan again, but rather from the though of Arthur. He missed Arthur. He wanted to see him again. He got to thinking that what if Arthur had just abandoned him. Just having that thought cross his mind made him cry harder.

Alfred wasn't one for crying though. He was a hero, and they don't cry. But here he was sobbing in the bathroom, being a weak and helpless 'nation.' He couldn't help it though. He was in a strange place, with a man who kidnapped him, how forced him into a dress then had to kiss him. He felt overwhelmed.

He buried his face in his knees that he had pulled up to his chest. He wished that he could go home. He didn't like it here.

"Amerika? Where are you?" Russia's voice echoed through the house. At first Ivan hadn't noticed the missing American, as he found out that he frequently disappeared during the day, but he hadn't seen him for a while now, which made him wonder what happened to him.

Alfred hid himself further in between the toilet and tub, and tried to keep quite but he kept hiccuping.

"Alfred?" Russia called again. Faintly he heard hiccuping from the bathroom. He silently opened the door. He stepped into the bathroom and heard the sniffling. Walking further in, he found Alfred inbetween the bathroom utilities.

"Why are you crying Fredka?" He suppressed the smile, instead showing a look of concern. It's not like he didn't care about his feelings, but he couldn't help the feeling of satisfaction.

"Sh-shut up. Go a-away!" The American tried to said tough but it came out somewhere between a whimper and a growl.

"Now that's not very nice, Alfie. You shouldn't say that when you are a guest in someone elses house." Russia scolded lightly, smiling a bit.

"D-don't call me that!" He yelled, kicking at the Russian and managed to plant a kick in the chest. Ivan fell back, and gasp before he narrowed his eyes. He grabbed Alfreds ankle and yanked him forward, causing his head to hit the wall. Alfred grunted but Ivan ignored it as he sat on the boys torso and leaned forward to whisper into his ear.

"What did I tell you about attacking me, Alfie?"

A/N: Oooooooh cliffhanger! :D Yaay! :D I wanted something to happen...It seemed a little boring...Well anyways, next chapter is when Arthur and the gang find Alfred! :D Hazaa! And to all CanAme/AmeCan fans: When Canada says he loves Alfred, he means in a brotherly way X3 Sorry to burst your bubble.

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