XLV: Horror

Characters/Pairings: Poland, Lithuania, America, Russia. Mentions of Mexico and Belarus

Genre: Humour, Horror(?)

Rating: T...?

Warnings: Human names used, OC Mexico, Notapushover/Manipulative!Lithuania, Russia.

DISCLAIMER: Nope, still don't own it.

"I'm so sick of that stupid Ivan sneaking up on us, Liet! We've like, gotta do something!" Feliks complained loudly from the interior of his closet.

"And what am I supposed to do about it?" Toris asked, idly flipping through one of Feliks' magazines for lack of anything better to do. "It's not like I can stop him. I don't even notice him until he's right next to me."

"I know… it's totally not awesome at all," Feliks sighed, flicking through tops. "If only we had some way to know that he was coming…" Feliks let out another dramatic sigh.

At this, Toris looked up. Feliks was standing in the doorway, dramatically posed so that the light would hit him in a way that would make the puppy dog pout on his face look even more pathetic.

"No. I don't know what you want, but the answer is already no." Toris protested.

"Oh, come on. How hard would it be to just, y'know, go up to Alfred and like, ask him to build a tracking device for Ivan? Totally wouldn't be hard at all. Come on, Liet… for me?" Feliks pouted.

Toris sighed in defeat. "Fine. I'll do it. But only because I want some peace of mind."

"Mr. Alfred? Are you down here?" Toris called out to a cluttered workroom. A blonde head poked its way out from under a very large machine and looked in his direction."

"Toris? What're you – ow!" Alfred cursed as he whacked his head on the underside of the machine while struggling to get out from under it. "What're you doing here, man?"

"Well, uh, Feliks and I were maybe wondering if you'd be willing to build a tracking device for Mr. Ivan? We – as well as Eduard and Raivis – well, we're a little paranoid, because he keeps sneaking up on us, making little comments about "becoming one with him again", and, well, we're worried he –"

"Don't worry, Toris! I'll make sure that commie bastard doesn't get you again! I'll build you the best, most awesome tracking device ever, just you wait and see!"

The slap on the back he received from Alfred nearly pitched him into the half-finished frame of a one-man airplane. When he looked back up, Alfred was already running around, gathering the materials he thought he needed for the tracking device.

"I'll have it ready by the next meeting!" Alfred shouted at him as he walked out the workroom.

"That sounds great, Mr. Alfred. See you then!" Toris told him, giving a small wave of farewell.

As he walked out of Alfred's house, a slight smirk graced his face. He felt a little bad about the fact that he'd completely manipulated Alfred – the boy could never resist the challenge of keeping other countries under democratic regime, after all – but if it meant he'd get a little peace of mind from both Ivan and Feliks, it was completely worth it.

"C'mon! Open it, open it, open it!" Feliks demanded, bouncing up and down in excitement.

"Okay, okay, hang on one second…" Alfred sighed before tearing the tape off the box and pulling out the tracking device inside. "Ta da! Whaddya think?"

"…It totally looks like a cat collar," Feliks complained.

Toris mentally agreed, but knew better than to say anything out loud.

"It's not a cat collar! It's a high-tech tracking device!" Alfred objected, hurt.

"It, like, has a bell and everything. It's totally a really big cat collar."

"It is not!" Alfred protested, putting down the box and the device and stalking out of the room, obviously hurt.

"Thank you, Mr. Alfred!" Toris called out, then sighed. "So what if it is, Feliks? At least it'll let us know that Ivan's close."

"Yeah, I suppose. Seriously, though, you would think that America, of all people, could like, come up with something better than a glorified cat collar," Feliks sighed as he rolled his eyes.

"If it works, it works, no matter what it looks like, Feliks."

"I know… but really, did he have to make it so… boring looking? I mean, it would be totally amazing if we like, dyed it pink and –"

"No, Feliks. And don't even think of bedazzling it."

"Mr. Ivan?" Toris questioned to the seemingly empty room. He knew he'd seen Ivan run in here, Natalya not far behind him, but now he was nowhere in sight. Suddenly, Toris was grabbed from behind, a gloved hand placed over his mouth.

"Do not scream. We do not want her finding us, da, Toris?" Ivan asked quietly. Toris shook his head. "Good! I knew you would agree with me on this." Ivan quietly dragged him back into a hidden closet, hopefully in the opposite direction of Natalya. "Now, what was it that you wanted?"

"W-well, I heard that you were having issues with Natalya again, so I – I had Mr. Alfred make you this," Toris stammered, holding out the tracking device. "It apparently emits some kind of signal that prevents her from getting near you. He wears one too, to keep Maria away from him."

Ivan pondered this for a moment before gently taking it from Toris. "So, it will keep her away?"
"Ye-yes! Alfred swears by his. Maria apparently hasn't come near him in a month."

"… Help me put it on," Ivan ordered, holding it back out to Toris, who carefully took it. He then proceeded to cautiously unwrap his scarf, also holding it out for Toris to take. He did so, folding it with great care, before he put the collar on Ivan and handed the scarf back.

At last, he'd have some peace of mind. At long, long last.

Ding!

Feliks twitched violently. "Did you hear that?" he whispered in fear. "He's like, totally following us!"

Ding!

Another twitch from Feliks. "Yes, I heard it. How could I not?"

Ding!

"Oh, gawd, it's getting closer. Liet, you like, totally have to make him take it off! I'm gonna go crazy if you don't!" Feliks panicked, shaking Toris by the shoulders.

"Maybe we could just get him to remove the bell?"

Ding!

Feliks screamed as the power went out.

Ding!

A/N: ... So, Russia's totally sitting somewhere, ringing the bell, and the vents are catching it and making everyone go crazy with paranoia, amirite? (I'd better be. Because it's my headcanon.)

Also, World meetings should never be held when intense storms are potentially happening in the area. Ever.

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