The car ride was very awkward and quiet. The Lithuanian was driving and the Estonian was in the passenger seat. Gilbert sat as far away from the Russian as he could and looked out the window to avoid his eyes. As he glanced over he noticed the man had a wide grin on his face, staring at him. He was getting irritated and shifted in his seat feeling extremely uncomfortable. The boy he used mentally torture, fight in battles constantly, now officially taken him over and declared him his.
"Meil ei ole ruumi teises majas ..." (1)The Estonian mumbled under his breath, the Russian hitting him upside the head and he shook as he repeated himself in Russian, earning himself another slap.
He smiled innocently and returned his attention to the weak Prussian pushing himself against the door. "Vy, kazhetsya, rasstroilis'. Chto-to sluchilos', Prussiya?" (3)Ivan looked down and smiled to him, putting his hands in his lap. Gilbert looked up to him, only recognising his name. "What?"
"What is the matter?" He turned toward him as he repeated himself in English. The question had made the Prussian furious, causing him to turn and glare at him.
"What is the matter?... What is the matter?!" He repeated him, unable to process his thoughts as the rage built. There was a long pause before he spoke again, Ivan waiting patiently for an answer. "You've taken me from my family! You expect me to be smiling and giddy?!" He kicked the back of Toris' seat and started hitting the glass of the car window and trying to open the door. Ivan was amused watching him struggle with the door but soon got bored, grabbing his wrists roughly and pulling him toward him. "You need to watch that temper of yours, Gilbert. I will not repeat myself." He let go of his hands and the smile returned.
"I'm not afraid of you, stupid Russian!" He spit at him and Ivan quickly wrapped his hands around his neck, choking him against the door, a dark aura surrounding him as he spoke. "You never learn... Your actions always get the worst of you it seems. I will not kill you... For now." He let him go, Gilbert now panting and gasping for air as he held his neck. "I will use you until you are no more. I've noticed your weakness... Not that you were much stronger before but there is a difference." He leaned down close to Gilbert's face, a smirk in place. "You're fading..."
"Shut up! You know nothing! I'm as strong as I was before!" The Prussian spat at him and before Ivan could react, Toris parked, trembling as he and Eduard got out and went into the house, trying to get as far away from the angry Russian as possible.
Ivan stayed quiet and hid his mouth behind his scarf as he got out, opening the other door and having the Prussian fall out onto his back. He picked him up by an arm and pushed him forward toward the large doors and in. He shut the door behind them and took his jacket off, hanging it up in the closet then turning back to the smaller male. "Welcome home, Prussiya~"
{Sorry if the Russian and Estonian aren't correct. I used Google translate (.-.)}
Translations:
(1) "There's not enough room for another..."
(2) "That's none of your business, Estonia."
(3) "You seem upset. Issomething the matter, Prussia?"