Ivan found America to be quite fascinating. Everything was colorful and loud. The buildings were tall and sleek and seemed to touch the clear blue sky. The weather was warm, much nicer than the freezing conditions in his homeland. The airport had been huge and bustling with crowds of people. It was noisy too, the Russian didn't much care for it. He didn't like being near people and having to push through crowds wasn't exactly amusing.

Airport security didn't seem to like him either. Toris showed his passport and they checked his bag superficially and let him through. He copied Toris, showing his new passport that he had gotten easily enough. The orphanage was only too happy to help get him out of the country. The security guards looked at it carefully and then at him. He was then pulled aside to have a metal detector pass over him.

They even made him remove his scarf which he did after arguing. It was the last thing he had of his sister, he never wanted to part with it. They emptied out his bag and searched through it carefully before throwing the contents back in. They shoved his bag back into his arms and told him he could go while giving him a scowl. He could here them muttering about 'commies' and 'soviet spies'. Ivan clenched his fists and bottled in the urge to hurt.

Toris gave him a nervous smile and quickly lead him through the airport to his car. It was Ivan's second time in such a vehicle and he still found them quite nerve racking, though he didn't show it. Soon, he found himself slipping into sleep, the jet lag finally getting to him.

He was awoken when Toris started to shake him fearfully. He blinked his eyes open and stared at the frightened brunette.

"Are you a-alright? It s-seemed as if you w-were having a n-nightmare..." The man mumbled nervously. Ivan blinked and inwardly sighed, even in a new country he would be plagued by his past.

"Da, it happens. Do not worry." He answered and found that they had reached the house. He unbuckled himself with a bit of difficulty and got out of the car.

Toris frowned and chewed at his lip. So the boy had nightmares? Katyusha said that they had had a hard childhood, Ivan especially but she hadn't disclosed anything too specific. He sighed, maybe Ivan would tell him? Though he knew that was highly unlikely. The teen was introverted and hadn't spoken much at all during their time together. The brunette quickly followed the Russian into his home.

The house was nice and clean and he thanked his brothers inwardly for keeping the place so tidy while he was away. He'd have to call them to tell them he had arrived safely and about...the new addition. Ivan, meanwhile was busy walking around the house absorbing everything.

It was huge compared to his normal living standards. Everything was so clean, the white walls were still white. There were tables and chairs, paintings and pictures, even a TV which he had heard of but never actually used. He absorbed everything with a childlike curiosity not usually seen in a 15 year old. He reached the end of the hall to the bathroom and couldn't help himself. He turned one of the knobs on the sink and was delighted to see crystal clear water flowing from the top. He couldn't suppress the wide grin on his face, they had running water.

"Ivan? Would you like to see the upstairs? I can show you your room..."Toris spoke up, slightly confused with the boys fascination with his sink. It didn't seem that interesting, it was just a normal sink. Ivan looked at him, shutting off the faucet and nodded. The brunette lead the way to the stairs, Ivan following him with a creepy smile in place.

"Uh...Anyway this can be your room...Its the guest bedroom..." Toris stated opening the door to a normal bedroom. It had a queen sized bed with pristine white sheets. Two windows faced the front lawn, there was a small closet and a dresser. Beside the bed were two nightstands. Hanging on the wall was a single painting of a flower Ivan didn't recognize.

"This is just for me?" He asked, a bit shocked. Surely this was too big for only him. Toris blinked in surprise.

"Yes, this is for you" He answered, he wondered what kind of living conditions Ivan had been living under. The Russian ventured into the room and sat on the bed, finding it extremely comfortable and so different than the dirty mattress he was accustomed to.

"So you shall not be sharing this bed with me?" He asked confused, it had always been five to a bed. He had never slept alone. Toris flushed at the questions and stammered. Surely Ivan didn't mean it like that!

"Uh...N-no, I stay in m-my own bed..." He answered quickly. Ivan blinked at the reaction, how odd.

"I have never slept alone before..." He murmured to himself. Toris bit his lip, maybe he could offer to sleep next to him tonight? But he didn't want to be that close to him! He was quite frightening. Thankfully Ivan had moved on, his eyes trained on the painting.

"What is that?" He asked. Toris eyes flickered to what the teen was looking at and he furrowed his brows. Did the boy really not know?

"Its a p-painting of a s-sunflower" He responded quickly, he hoped the conversation would end soon so he could call his brothers.

"A sunflower? I've never seen one before. It is pretty. It is vibrant and yet there is no red." He mumbled to himself and glance down at his hands. Soon he was lost in thought. Toris stood there awkwardly, shifting about on his feet.

"I'm going to go call my brothers. Eduard is in college and Raivis is in a boarding school so they wont be back here until winter." He spoke hurriedly, nervously while disclosing more information than he would of liked. He quickly left the room after Ivan gave him a nod.

The Russian laid down on the bed, the feeling of comfort so alien to him. He wondered how his sisters were doing. He cringed when he remembered leaving Natalia. She had clung to him and begged him not to go to the point where it was frightening. He still remembered the last bits of conversation they had.

"Brother! You cant go! You must stay with me!"

"Natalia, Katyusha wants me to go, I will write you letters. Soon we will be reunited, you shall see."

"Brother, if you go I will kill people too! And then they'll send me to America and I'll find you! Don't go!"

"Natalia! Do not murder, you must never do such a thing. It is wrong. Promise me you won't."

"But Brother, you've killed before."

Ivan hesitated and hugged his sister tightly. "Just promise brother you will be good" He finally murmured.

"...I promise"

Ivan rolled over, shuddering at the memory. His sisters honest words seemed so eerie to him. But Brother, you've killed before. He pushed it to the back of his mind and instead thought of tomorrow. His first day in an American school.

Toris didn't know what to do as he drove silently home. Everything seemed to be going so well. Ivan had been attending school only two days and now he was bringing home for a three day suspension. Apparently, the boy had gotten into a fight and had given the other teen a concussion. He paled at the thought, surely that wasn't a normal fight since it had ended so brutally...

Toris merely focused on the road as Ivan watched the world through his window. He didn't know how to address the issue without instigating some violence from the boy. He didn't want to get hurt either. Finally he worked up his nerve.

"Do y-you know who the o-other boy was?" He asked, trying to sound calm and casual. Ivan shrugged.

"Nyet, I do not remember his name. He is in my homeroom though." He answered simply. Toris frowned, he wanted more information.

"D-do you r-remember what he looked like?" He asked cautiously, glancing at the Russian. The tall teen didn't seem to be showing any sort of aggression...yet.

"Da, he was blond with short hair and blue eyes. He was shorter than me. He had an odd hair that stuck out, I wanted to rip it out." He responded easily, watching the blue sky as they neared the house. Toris gulped, that description sounded awfully familiar. He gripped the steering wheel tightly.

He licked his dry lip and swallowed before opening his mouth once more. "C-could his name—Could his name h-have b-been Alfred?"He asked and prayed to god the answer was negative. Ivan thought a moment and smiled that creepy smile of his.

"Da. I think that was the name his brother was screaming." He answered cheerfully, so the idiot's name was Alfred... Interesting...

In contrast, Toris paled considerably. He'd have to call the Bonnefoys to make sure his suspicions were alright.

Gilbert glared at the albino in the mirror. Damn this was harder than he thought. He scowled and took a deep breath before trying again.

"So...Matt...I'm awesome and you're awesome...so we should get together because it be awesome..." He tried, his usually loud boisterous voice shaky and nervous. He stomped his foot angrily. He had to get this right!

"Hey Matt, you want to see my five meters?" No! Matthew wouldn't react to that well...Damn it...

"M-matt it be really awesome if you would go out with me..." No, that sounded way to pathetic. He had to be the man! Sweep him off his feet and all that jazz.

"Matt, you, me Saturday or else." No, that was too demanding...bring it down a tad. Shit this was hard! He was getting frustrated.

"Damn it! Matt just have my babies already!" He yelled at the mirror before flushing. No. Just no. That wasn't even biologically possible and came off way too desperate. He hoped West hadn't heard that...Thankfully, Feli was keeping him busy in the kitchen by teaching him the best pasta recipes or something. He turned back to the mirror.

"Go out with me please." No, too needy. Damn it all to hell! He had to be suave and charming and awesome.

"Gilly! You're forcing it too much! You have to be natural ve~" Gilbert nearly jumped at the sound of the peppy Italian in his room. He turned around to find Feliciano at his door with a warm smile on his face. The albino blushed and quickly turned away, thinking up some excuses.

"Why are you here?" He asked angrily as he tried to mask his embarrassment.

"Ludwig told me to get you for dinner! We're having pasta. Isn't it wonderful?" Feliciano answered happily bouncing on his feet. "You're practicing how to ask that cute blond right? The one you've had a crush on?"

Gilbert flushed darker and scowled crossing his arms and the Italian giggled. "Well Gilly, you should just say what naturally comes out. Don't force stuff out." He advised happily. Gilbert pursed his lips in thought.

"Here, pretend I'm him and say what first comes to mind ve~" Feliciano offered and smiled encouragingly at the albino. Gilbert nodded after a moment and opened his mouth.

"M-Matt...I like you a lot and so I was hoping we could go out sometime. It be really awesome." He said nervously, glancing at the floor.

Feliciano clapped his hands, "Perfect!"

"R-really?" Gilbert asked before realizing of course it was perfect. He himself was perfect.

Feliciano nodded. "Yes! Now lets go have pasta in celebration!" He cried out, dragging the boy down the stairs toward the already set dinner table. Gilbert laughed and followed happily. Tomorrow he would ask Matthew out and he'd accept and then they'd get married and adopt awesome children. Well at least the first part would happen...

Alfred was bored, extremely bored. Sure the three days off in order to recover from his concussion were awesome at first but now he was just so bored. The first day he played all his video games and watched a bunch of movies and now he had nothing to do!

He spent his mornings on the couch, forced to watch little kids shows or whatever was on animal planet. Gah! It was just so boring. It even got to the point where he was begging Dad to stay home from work in order to entertain him in such way. Even though he knew Arthur's definition of fun was reading some novel or embroidering.

So he spent his hours of solitude suffering in utter boredom and focusing all his anger to the one who caused it all. Stupid commie and his stupid concussion giving stupidness. He wanted to punch that creepy smile right off his face. Rip that damn scarf to shreds and show his commie ass that America was the best damn country in the world.

So the evening of his last day of suffering he was bursting with energy. Tomorrow would be a great day, he knew for sure. He'd get to hangout with his friends and punch a communist. A truly wonderful day.

Unfortunately, things didn't go entirely as planned.

Short chapter is short
But look! Quick update! heheheh...
Look I had to end it here or it would be WAY too long so yeah... And the next chapters like half written so stop whining...! Sheesh!
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Anywho~ This chap was Ivan centric about his experience in America along with Gilbert being adorable and minor GerIta...Be happy!
Next chapter will be when Alfred gets his revenge...I wonder how that will work out...hehe
So I shall see you all in the next chapter!