Blood to bleed
A/N: The accent is officially dropped!
Chapter 3: If you never meant to leave, you only had to stay
To Ivan's horror it was exactly like that. A group of blonde kids sat at a table speaking a weird language, one had a stuffed puffin with him. Ivan cautiously moved from table to table until someone caught his elbow, he feared it would be Alfred again, there to tell him off or curse him out. Thankfully it was only Arthur.
"Hey Ivan, do you need a place to sit?" He asked. Ivan nodded hesitantly.
"You can come sit with us. Although Francis is a bit of a pervert." Arthur said, not meeting his eyes. His own forest green orbs were glaring daggers into the floor.
"Okay." Ivan answered, unsure. Arthur lead him to a table filled with Europeans from different countries. Arthur's smile brightened as they both sat beside each other.
"This is Francis Bonnefoy, do not sleep in the same room as him or else risk being raped." Arthur waved his hand at a blonde boy with stubble on his chin, he winked at Ivan. Ivan inwardly shivered, that guy was creepy!
"That's Lovino and Feliciano Vargas." He pointed to a pair of twins.
"Then there's Mathew, Kiku, Ludwig, and...Where's Alfred?" Arthur ended up asking. Everyone looked at each other and shrugged.
"HEY GUYS!" Someone shouted and Arthur was tackled to the ground by Alfred. Whilst Alfred and Arthur were arguing, small talk began within the group.
"So you are from Russia, aru?" Ivan nodded.
"I suppose you're from China, da?" Ivan asked. Yao nodded. Suddenly Ivan felt something on his lap and to his horror Alfred was sitting on his lap. Everyone went quiet at the table.
"Uh, um...A-Alfred, w-why are you sitting on me?" Ivan asked gingerly.
"Hm? Oh I didn't notice." Alfred said and turned around so he was straddling Ivan, staring into his purple eyes.
"A-Alfred you are making everyone uncomfortable..." Ivan trailed off, trying to hide his blush by pulling up his scarf.
"I second that." Arthur said and averted his eyes.
"Well, I like it, very much so, ohonhonhon." Francis laughed but nevertheless kept his eyes trained on the two of them.
"SHUT UP FROGGY!" Arthur shouted and went to go throttle him. Ivan faintly noticed the boy (Kiku was it?) start taking pictures.
"Alfred, I am flattered that you think my lap is comfortable but please get up." Ivan pleaded. Alfred winked.
"Of course, hon." Alfred whispered but got off. Ivan bolted towards the lunch line with the others. Once he got his tray he sat down, thankful that Alfred hadn't tried what he did earlier. Ivan's ears heated up at the thought and he turned his head away so no one would notice. He pulled out his flask and took a long drink, he felt no different from before.
"I thought you told me you weren't a commie!" Alfred hissed as he saw the flask.
"Huh? Oh! This is my father's flask, he was a supporter of the Soviet Union." Ivan explained. Alfred nodded in understanding.
"By the way, what's in that thing anyway? The blood of virgins?" Alfred asked, flicking the flask to Ivan's annoyance.
"Nyet, the blood of idiotic Americans." Alfred immediately retracted his fingers and stared at Ivan in horror.
"Dude!" He exclaimed in terror, Ivan smirked in amusement.
"Alfred, do you really believe I would drink blood, of all things? Last time I checked I am not a vampire. Seeing as how I have not turned to toast yet." Ivan rolled his eyes.
"Hey! Vampires can be in the sunlight!" Alfred defended.
"Oh, really. Next you're going to be telling me that werewolves can transform whenever they want to." Ivan scoffed.
"They can!" Alfred exclaimed once again.
"Don't make me laugh." Alfred pouted.
"I believe I know everything there is to know about mythical creatures Alfred." Arthur put in. Alfred scoffed.
"Yeah because you see them all the time you crack fiend." Everyone laughed except Ivan and Arthur, Ivan cracked a smile even though he didn't know what 'crack' was and Arthur sputtered indignantly.
"For the last time Alfred F. Jones, I am not on drugs!" Arthur said slowly and calmly although his flaming emerald eyes betrayed his serene expression. Alfred just laughed and Ivan got the idea that Alfred was playing with a dangerous fire.
"So, will you still teach me?" Alfred whispered to Ivan, seductively and hotly. Ivan shivered and hid his face within the confines of his soft scarf.
"Well?" A wandering hand settled itself on his thigh, Ivan had to gulp.
"Uh...Can I talk to you in the bathroom...?" Ivan trailed off awkwardly. Alfred's eyes brightened and he nodded eagerly.
"Lead the way." He said coyly. Ivan could only nod, he wasn't much experienced with this kind of thing seeing as he only serviced his uncle and cousins and he didn't really care for the stories his cousins would tell about their 'conquests' and such them being about women and not...well you know.
They finally made it and Ivan opened the door awkwardly for Alfred, he only wanted to talk and not get flustered. Honest, he didn't (nor want) plan to do something else, but apparently Alfred had something else in mind.
Said boy spied the bottom of the stalls and he was delighted to see that no one was there. He smiled darkly at Ivan and locked the door with an audible click that echoed throughout the bathroom, then to make matters worst, he flicked off the light and put two fingers to his lip and shushed sauntering closer and closer. Ivan's breath hitched and caught in his throat, he felt like a cornered animal about to attacked by a formidable foe. Him nothing but a deer and Alfred a starving wolf, eyes glowing despite the lack of light, soft footsteps that barely echoed, and soft breathing. He was animalistic and powerful in his current position. Finally Alfred had backed Ivan into the corner and smirked at him.
"I want you, Ivan. I tried to be nice about it but you wouldn't give me what I wanted. So what do you expect me to do?" He whispered the last sentence seductively and leaned over to lick Ivan's ear, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. He tried not to groan, but a muffled sound erupted from his mouth. Alfred smirked.
"Well, I'm still kinda mad about what you told me today, so..." He trailed off and removed himself from Ivan. He walked, swinging his hips tantalizingly slow, to the door and flicked on the light. He looked back and licked his lips.
"You're gonna have to fight for me. But," he winked and licked his lips again, "don't keep me waiting for long." Then, just like nothing happened he unlocked the door and walked out. Ivan sagged against the tiled wall, at least he had time to think if he wanted. The trial was in two days anyway, in Russia, so he figured he could think then. He would be staying at his old home, the new owners were hospitable and quite nice for offering their home to the large family. The owners were going on vacation anyway so they didn't care, not to mention they were extremely rich.
He sighed again, yup, it seemed that the higher power everyone talked about hated him. More than hated him, wanted him to die in the most painful way possible, and they said he was supposed to be a good guy. Hm, whatever.
A knock shattered the deafening silence and the door opened, Ivan didn't know whether to be surprised or not, Arthur walked tentatively into the bathroom and sat beside Ivan awkwardly.
"So...um...Boy problems?" He rubbed the back of his head and pointedly looked away from him to hide his blooming blush.
Ivan couldn't help but chuckle at his weak attempt to talk to him. Arthur glared at him through the mirror but soon the blush overcame his face and he looked away again.
"Da. I guess you could say that."
"Oh. Well...Ah..."
This sent Ivan into more peels of laughter, Arthur tried to glare but he too broke into fits of giggles. They stayed like that until the bell rang and they ran to the cafeteria to grab their stuff, they both made their way to international studies barely making it on time.
The classroom was decorated with flags of different kinds and pictures of the Eiffel Tower, Big Bend, Lady Liberty, The Kremlin, Mt. Fuji, pretty much any landmark you could think of. Words of all languages littered the walls, some Ivan could decipher but some so foreign they looked not of this world, Finnish for example.
More interestingly, flags that mimicked their counterparts on the wall were taped onto the desk, of course way smaller so that they could fit in the left hand corner of the desk. Ivan sat down in the desk with his tri-colored flag and looked around. The teacher wasn't here yet, but most of the students were. Arthur sat two chairs away from him, Alfred thankfully sat three chairs behind him, and the German and Italian flags were right beside him.
"Hello my beautifully diverse children." An airy voice spoke and a willow-framed woman stepped out from behind a door by her desk. She was swathed in gauzy cloths that shimmered when the light hit them, they were mostly light blue, lilac, and salmon colored. Underneath those cloths was an aqua robe that hugged her slim figure and went all the way down to the floor. It looked more like a huge stretched out hoody with equally stretched out huge sleeves that billowed around her. She wore numerous necklaces and bracelets, all composed of detailed glass and wood beads. She looked more like a gypsy or fortune teller than an esteemed International studies teacher. She hung her aqua cloak and unwrapped her cloths and hung them along with the cloak on the back of her chair.
"Welcome to International Studies, a course exclusively offered here at our wonderful school!" She smiled warmly and broadly at everyone.
"As you have noticed I have taped your home countries flag to your assigned desks so please take a moment or two and get there." She waited while everyone got situated. Once everyone did, she wrote her name down on the board.
"I am Ms. Rowan, but you can call me Angela if you would like. Now, one by one please stand up and recite your name, country, and some facts about yourself and your country. Begin." Ms. Rowan announced. A Japanese boy stood up first.
"My name is Kiku and I'm from Japan. In Japan Healthcare is extremely low and I like to read Manga and watch anime." He sat down.
"I'm Heracles and I'm from Greece. I love cats and in Greece we love theater."
"I'm Tino and I'm from Finland! I love Christmas and Santa Claus comes from Finland!"
"I'm Berwald I'm fr'm Sweden. In Sweden 'e h've l't's of w'rd l'ws. T'no's m' w'fe."
"No I'm not! Eeeeekkkk!"
"I'm Mathias and I'm from Denmark! I like hanging around with my friends and Denmark is the happiest country in the world!" Some people began to giggle.
"I'm Bjorn and I'm from Norway. I don't like being around people much...In Norway we believe in Norse gods."
"Just like Greek gods." Someone put in, both Heracles and Bjorn glared at the person. It went on down the row and it was Ivan's turn to stand up.
"I am Ivan and I'm from Russia. I hope we can all be friends, da! In Russia it is very cold and gloomy, that's why I love America!" Ivan said and plastered a smile onto his face, truthfully he didn't care for half the students there accept Arthur, and maybe Alfred. Finally it was Alfred's turn and to Ivan's horror he flashed him a sinister smirk before smearing a huge winning smile onto his lips.
"Yo dudes! I'm Alfred or how most of you know me, Alfie! Anyway, I'm from America and in America we have freedom and awesome McDonalds but you all know that, right? Right! One fact about me is that I'm going out with Ivan, so don't touch him." Alfred smiled at everyone sweetly, completely disregarding the spluttering Englishman and Russian. Ivan heard chuckling beside him and he glanced at the German teenager right beside him. He kept laughing until it turned into harsh barks of laughter, mocking and malevolent. The German boy, who Ivan remembered as Ludwig, sent him a evil look.
Ms. Rowan clapped her hands and the bangles on her wrist chimed cheerfully, effectively regaining the attention of the class.
"Well, since that is done, we can get started. Today we will be learning about early civilization, our unit in ancient Greece will be first, then the Ottoman Empire, then Norse civilization, the samurai, China, until Victorian Era England. Sound good? Okay let's get started!" Nothing quite happened in the class after that, they read from a textbook about ancient Greece and previewed tomorrow's assignment. The bell rang and the teacher dismissed the students and retired to the room behind her desk. Ivan grabbed his stuff but a hand with an iron grip latched onto his wrist. He turned around fiercely and faced Ludwig, a malevolent smirk stretched across his mouth.
"Alfred likes you." It wasn't a question, it was an accusation. Ivan shrugged, trying to turn away, the fates were really tempting him today. The grip tightened considerably and he was pushed into his desk.
"Oof!" Ivan hissed painfully.
"I wasn't done talking to you." Ludwig hissed with venom.
"What do you want?" Ivan hissed back, annoyance evident in his voice.
"I want to hurt Alfred. He likes you, and the little fool can pick himself up after everything I've done to him, but I know he won't pick himself up after this." Ludwig smiled.
"Why do you want to hurt him?" Ivan asked.
"He hurt someone I loved, someone I had a future with but now, now it's all gone." Ludwig laughed insanely.
"What did he do?" Ivan was almost afraid to ask. Ludwig smiled again and his eyes gleamed.
"Alfred killed my boyfriend. He was drunk and drove home, except he ran a red light and he ran down my boyfriend who was visiting from Austria. The lucky bastard only had to spend three weeks in juvenile hall. That's why I want to hurt him, to force him to feel how I felt when he killed my beloved!" Ludwig screamed in his face.
"Excuse me?" A steely voice cut through Ludwig's rampage. They turned to see Ms. Rowan sitting on her desk, her eyes the color of molten silver.
"Leave before you are late, or I may call security to remove you." Both Ivan and Ludwig nodded and left.
Once Ivan was in his class he breathed a sigh of relief. His first day of school was stressful and it wasn't even over yet, he walked to the changing room and nearly face palmed when he saw pretty much everyone (including Ludwig) stepping in and out of the stalls.
This was going to fun...
The coach came in and announced that they would be playing soccer, which most of the boys cheered except for Ivan and Arthur.
"Alfred and Antonio pick your teams." He said.
"Ivan." He nearly groaned in irritation.
"Lovino." One of the Vargas twins groaned.
"Arthur."
"Francis." Francis cheered at the opportunity at humiliating his rival at physical activities. Arthur turned his frown into a determined grin.
"Kiku." Alfred said, the Japanese boy smiled and joined their team.
"Ludwig." Ludwig grinned.
"Mathew."
"Mathias."
"Berwald."
"Tino."
"Alejandro."
"Feliciano."
"Okay! Let's get to it!" The coach blew his whistle and the boys ran outside onto the field.
"Jones, you get the ball first." The coach threw the soccer ball at Alfred and he used his chest to knock it onto the ground. He started to run towards the opposite end of the field and Ivan ran with him, getting the gist of the game. Suddenly something collided with him and he spiraled to the ground, he looked up and saw a smirking German and a concerned Spaniard. He got up and brushed himself off, he smiled at Ludwig and reassured Antonio that he was okay.
He started to notice that many of the students had rivals, some more so than others. Antonio had a rivalry with Alejandro, it was subtle but noticeable. The Vargas twins had a rivalry, it was apparent since Lovino would steal the ball from Feliciano. It was quite obvious that Francis and Arthur hated each other. Alfred and Ludwig stole the ball from each other often, Mathias and Berwald elbowed each other more than twice, the only two people who didn't aim to hurt a significant person were Kiku and Mathew. Although Ivan could guess that Kiku had a small rivalry with his older brother Yao by the way Kiku glared at him scathingly. He was pretty sure that if Yao was on the field he would be playing dirty as well. It got so bad that Ivan stopped running and stood by Mathew while the game descended into singular fights between rivals.
"Heh, I knew this was gonna happen." The boy sighed and sat on the soft green grass. Ivan sat beside him and weaved his pale fingers through the lush grass.
"Hm, my brother seems to have started a fight again." The boy commented. Ivan looked at him with confusion.
"Who is your brother...ah?"
"Mathew, and Alfred's my brother." Mathew answered.
"Ah, Matvey, you two look alike." Mathew offered him a deflated smile.
"Yeah..." He trailed off, weaving blades of grass between his fingers. Alfred was currently rolling around in the dirt exchanging powerful elbows, kicks, and punches with Ludwig, he already had a bloody nose. Ludwig sported a black eye and torn lip, Ivan quirked a smirk and looked at his feet.
"Why does Alfred hate Ludwig?" Ivan asked, he also weaved the grass like Mathew. Mathew shrugged.
"When we all were in middle school Ludwig was...a bit psychotic. He tortured us, of course we fought back but it wasn't enough. This one kid got beat up bad, I think his name is Feliks or something because he tried to stop him from taking his stuff, poor kid got sent to the hospital after that fight, no, it was more like an attack. Ludwig had two lackeys, Kiku and Feliciano, although they aren't like that anymore thankfully, but one day Alfred got tired of it and he jumped Kiku. Although in his defense Kiku sent some guys after him a few days prior. Well, Alfred went too far and Kiku got seriously hurt, like ICU hurt. Luckily Kiku's parents didn't press charges, they were a bit shocked at what their son was doing so they figured he kinda deserved it. Arthur jumped Feliciano, pretty much it was like a gang war. In some sense it was a gang war. Ludwig's group against ours, ironically his group called themselves the Axis and we called ourselves the Allies since we were pretty much allies to each other. After Alfred got jumped all hell broke loose. Arthur jumped Feliciano and Lovino pretty much daily and when Antonio tried to help Lovino he got threatened by Arthur, Ludwig and Alfred fought with each other a lot, and America jumped Ludwig after he sent a letter to Alejandro. What was the worst now that I look back on it, Kiku's own brother, Yao, jumped him."
Ivan grimaced, he could see tears come to Mathew's eyes. He sniffled a bit and looked away.
"Ludwig didn't like Alfred after he jumped him, but after what he did that one time, I don't think he'll ever forgive my brother. Ever." Ivan nodded, he knew not to press the subject anymore than he already had.
"If only Ludwig could've seen Alfred after what happened! He was a wreck! He didn't eat for several days, he didn't even get out of bed!" The usually calm boy had his fist clenched, green stains dotted his palms when he relaxed them again. He sighed heavily and got up, he brushed himself off and looked over to his brother.
"I'm not a violent person but I can't take this, I couldn't take it then and I can't take it now." He whispered to himself.
"Calm down Matvey, it's all over now, da?"
"Right...It's all over..."
A/N: SORRY FOR MY LACK OF UPDATES! Pretty much a crap storm came my way and I was busy...Blah. Anyway, anyone going to San Japan this year? I'm going as China, I just need to bring my grades up. NOTE: This isn't beta'd and it's 2 in the morning and I felt really guilty for not uploading so please excuse any typos!