A/N: I live! Sorry for not being here in the last week. I just had school work to do and this AP class is killing me to the point that I want to quit. But this is my senior year and I am going to finish. Anyway enough about my life story, on with the chapter! Enjoy!

"Arthur?" a voice from behind called. "What are you doing?"

Arthur turned around and was faced with Alfred's twin, Matthew. Matthew was staring at him like he had two heads.

"Oh, Matthew, hi."

"You didn't answer my question."

"..."

"I DON'T WANNA!"

The two blondes turned back to the car only to see Alfred on the floor, holding his reddening cheek.

"We are already here!" Alfred got up and tried to force Ivan out of the car.

"I SAID: NO!"

Alfred was, once again, thrown to the ground.

"Al! You idiot!" Matthew came up to his sprawled brother and helped him up. "What are you trying to do?"

"Remember that friend I was telling you about?"

"Yes, pale blonde hair, eyes the same color as mine. What about him?"

"He's coming to live with me and Dad."

"Okay? But what's that-"

"Ivan is in the car and we are trying to get him out." Alfred pointed to the car and saw the back door slam shut.

"Oh." Matthew walked up to the car and peered in. "He looks sacred. Maybe you should try a different approach."

"How?" Arthur and Alfred asked, looking like they want to cry from frustration.

"Let me do it." Matthew looked back inside the car. A little light bulb popped up and he asked for the car keys.

Ivan saw the interaction going on outside and he didn't like it. His mind was going back to when he was five years old and scared out of his mind.

The blonde was coming back to the car with the keys in his hand. "Hi."

Ivan turned around and squeaked.

"My name is Matthew."

"I-i-van."

"Well, Ivan, Arthur and Alfred really want you to get out of the car."

"Why are YOU in the car?" Ivan retorted back.

"Because, Alfred is my brother, and he doesn't want you to be in the car all night."

"But, I don't wanna meet his family."

Matthew tilted his head and smiled. "You don't have to meet them." Matthew took Ivan's hands and tugged on them. "All you have to do is get out of the car and not worry my brother and father."

Ivan nodded and slid out of the car, slowly. Matthew took the bag sitting on the floor and got out. He walked up to Alfred and Arthur and smiled. Ivan stood awkwardly by the car door, squeezing his book bag to his chest.

"Thank you, Mattie!" Alfred said, hugging his brother.

"ARTHUR!"

Said blonde turned around and froze on the spot. A woman came running down the front steps. As she ran toward the group of blondes, Ivan started to tremble. She was the lady from before, the one who was the big man that kicked him out.

"Where have you been?" she said, coming and slapping Arthur across the face.

"Miranda! Don't hit your brother in the face!" another woman said, coming up behind Miranda.

"Fine, but next time, he has to call if he's coming," Miranda said. She turned her head and her eyes widened. "What are you doing here?"

Ivan wanted to hide under a rock.

"He is the kid that I was telling you about," Arthur said, narrowing his eyes.

"You're kidding? Really? Man, is he not going to be happy about this."

Ivan tired hiding behind his bag but Alfred took a hold of his hand.

"Come one. My aunt is not that scary," he said.

But she might hurt me, Ivan thought. As they approached them, Ivan was trembling even more.

Miranda stared up at Ivan and when Arthur and Alfred turned to the other female she smiled at him. She grabbed Ivan's scarf and pulled him down to her level.

"Mikey isn't going to like this," she said.

Ivan started to tear up and he bit his lip to keep his sobs quiet.

"That's right, be scared. You will be sorry."

Matthew stared at Ivan and saw that his eyes were puffy from crying. He also saw that Miranda was whispering into his ears and that he trembled some.

He saw that Alfred noticed this as well but there was nothing they could do since everyone was not paying attention to Ivan, even though he is taller than most of the people in the room.

Matthew got up and walked toward the two on the couch. He sat down and pulled on Ivan's arm to get his attention.

"Where are your things?"

"I-i-in the c-c-car."

Matthew raised an eyebrow and looked over Ivan's shoulder at his aunt. His aunt looked angry, at what, he didn't know.

"Want to bring them to your room?"

Ivan nodded, sniffling a bit. Matthew got up and took Ivan's hand.

"Dad? Can you give us the keys to the car? We are going to get Ivan's stuff and bring it to the room he is sharing with Alfred.

Arthur handed the keys over to them and continued his conversation with his older brother.

Alfred got up and was about to go to his room. He stopped when he saw Mikey coming up to the driveway.

"Hey, Al."

"Hey, Mike." Alfred turned around and headed toward Arthur and his uncle. "Sorry, but Mikey is here."

"Mikey!"

"Hey, bro."

Alfred went back to the direction of his room. Climbing the steps, he heard Matthew's voice coming from the hall near his room.

"Ivan! Please, come out," Matthew said, trying and failing to get the door open.

"Mattie? What are you doing?" Matthew turned around and saw that Alfred was standing behind him.

"I was helping Ivan get his things into the room but then he saw Mikey getting out of his car and he bolted up the steps and locked himself in the room."

"Why?"

"He wouldn't say anything except 'he's going to hurt me' over and over again."

Alfred turned his head and something clicked in his head. From back in his childhood days, Alfred remembered that Ivan was being hurt by a man that looked exactly like Mikey.

Matthew was about to get help when Mikey comes up the stairs. Alfred was still out of it and Matthew had no other choice but to use Mikey's help.

"Mikey, can you help me? My friend has locked himself in Al's room and I have no idea how to get him out."

"You bet I could help." Mikey walked up to the door and stared at the doorknob. He knocked on the door. "Can you please open the door? I want to talk about how you are worrying your friends out here."

The door slightly opened and Mikey slipped in.

Ivan shrunk back from the door when Mikey came in and closed and locked the door.

"Well, well, look who decided to show his face," Mikey said.

Ivan didn't say anything but shrunk even further into the wall. The big man was standing over him with a metal bat. Ivan only felt the bat on his head but then darkness was creeping into his vision.

"I'm sorry!"

"Sorry doesn't cut it."

"B-b-but you said not to go b-b-back to the apart-"

"I don't care what I said."

The bat came down and hit him on the head and the face. Blood was spilling from the open wounds and he didn't know what to do anymore.

Just then he heard the door slam open and the big man was pushed away. Ivan didn't feel anything in his whole body and he could barely see through his eyes anymore.

"Ivan...hospital...worry"

Ivan didn't hear anything else but he felt only the gentle hands of someone above him.

*Ivan sweetie get up*

Mommy?

*Yes, Ivan. It's your mother*

Where am I?

*You are in a place where people go to talk to their loved ones*

Loved ones? But does that mean I'm dead?

*No darling. You're just in a slight coma and your new family are pacing the waiting room waiting for you to wake up*

New family? Alfred and Arthur?

*Matthew and the brothers and the mother*

Everyone?

*That's right. Now wake up*

Oh? But what if they don't want me after this?

*Arthur and Alfred almost killed Mikey once the police had him in custody and you on your way to the hospital*

That sounds like them.

*Get up and make them stop worrying. This is goodbye for now*

Mommy! Don't leave me alone!

Ivan got up crying. He felt a pair of soft arms go around his neck. He looked down into a head of blonde-white hair.

"Are you feeling better, little one?"

"Who are you?"

"I am Arthur's grandmother and now your great grandmother."

Ivan sniffled lightly, calming down.

"The doctors asked me to come here and wait for you to wake up. If Alfred or Arthur were here when you woke up, they would've asked you a lot of questions that you aren't ready to answer."

Ivan nodded, hugging the little old lady back since she wouldn't let go of his neck.

"You, little one, have two special heroes and they wouldn't want you to feel sad and deprived of the love you so clearly need after everything that happened."

Ivan tilted his head to the side. "What heroes?"

"Ivan!"

A weight landed on the bed. Arthur came walking in more calmly.

"Alfred, honey, may you get off of Ivan?"

"Sorry, Gran."

Ivan felt Alfred shift until he was seated at the end of the bed. "How ya feeling?"

"Better," Ivan said, squeezing the blanket in his hand lightly.

"That's good. Don't want my bro to be feeling sick or anything."

"Bro?"

"Yea, you're my brother?"

Ivan felt warmth spread throughout his body. Brother? No one has ever called me brother. I don't think that I had a brother anyway. Ivan smiled and leaned back into the pillows. He felt at peace with everything around him.

A/N: I think I will post one more chappy and that's it. REVIEW! Please?