Hetalia – Alfred's love of Russia
By - Alfred F Jones.

Hetalia World Academy. A school for the best and brightest minds in the whole world. A school where you go from third grade until you get your masters degree. A place where money means nothing, where you are free to act in ways it never thought possible in other schools. Location? Um, well if I told you that then I'd have to kill you. Hahahaha, its okay you won't die reading this.

The grounds are split up though. Girl's dorms and boy's dorms. Though there are not a lot of students here so the schools are only broken up by grades. One goes from third till eighth. Another is for your four years of high school. The last one is the college.

All the students speak English as well as other languages. Most write in English as well. Lets see our professors are all past world leaders. If you asked me I'd say most of them are nuts, but I'm not allowed to say that on record. Good thing this story isn't.

So I guess I'll get right down to it then. The reason you wanted to read this is because you saw my name in the description. Or are you a fan of Ivan's? I guess it doesn't matter your reading this, aren't you? So I'll be happy with just that.

I'll start from day one. The first time I ever met Ivan. Let me tell you I'm wicked forward, and won't hide a damn thing. Ig said if I don't add that bit he won't let me upload this to the site. Anyways here we go.

OH BY THE WAY I'M ALFRED!

"Matt!" I yelled for my brother in the dorm bath. "Yo, bro you still in here?" I could hear a shower running. So I walked in the shower area and looked around. "Bro?" Maybe I couldn't hear his quiet voice answer back. I thought back a moment. Matt had said he was gonna shower before dinner. Right? Well I was gonna scare the little guy out of his mind. So I creeped to the stall next to the one that was running and stepped on the little shelf provided to put soap and stuff on. Then lifted myself up and peered over the top.

That was not Matt. Granted Matt and this guy had the same hair color. But that was the only similarity. This guy would tower Matt. His eyes weren't matt's blue, in fact there purple shade made my stomach squirm a little. Then I checked him out. A wet body glistened under water, and that water made paths in his well-carved body.

I watched him focus on a small mirror resting on the toiletry shelf, and in the reflection he smiled. It wasn't a normal one mind you. Remember when you were a kid and knew what you were about to do was gonna land you in loads of trouble, but you did it anyways? Well that was this smile. When he turned I ducked down my eyes still looking. His head was down as he washed himself. And I couldn't help it. I looked. I totally looked. And well…

I slowly got down from my peeking spot and walked silently out of the bathroom. I made my way down to my dorm room and opened the door. I was jelly and I knew what I'd did was wrong but I also knew I was gonna keep an image like that in my head for a long time. And I was okay with that. In fact if I died just then I'd have been the happiest person in the world. I lay on my bed, keeping myself composed was gonna be difficult. I placed my hand to my head. I'm supposed to be the cool one. I've got to get my head together. Iggy and I used to swim naked. Hell matt and I bathed together in the same tub as kids. Granted he's my brother, but not by blood.

"God damn it!" I punched my bed.

"And what are you cursing about now?" A voice sounded from my door.

I sat up and looked at Iggy. "What the hell dude! Knock will you, before you just open the door like that."

Iggy stood there and looked at me. "I think its all those fat soaked calories you keep stuffing your face with. But if you care to remember, you git, you left the door open." He said as he walked to my desk chair and sat down.

Note; Ig's has this way of sitting that if he lived in The United States, he'd be picked on for looking so damn gay. His legs crossed, knee over knee. Normally at any given time I'd joke with him about his manners that seemed to spill over to the rest of the world, but considering what I was just doing, I wasn't gonna say shit.

Iggy sighed at me and looked at a photo on my desk. "What? You wont tell me anything anymore?" He didn't bother to look in my eyes. "Francis, Matthew, you and myself. We all started the same time. Matthew in third grade, and us in fifth. And after so long I've learned at least one thing. If your yap wasn't moving your either sick or planning something." He turned to look at me and made a clever smile he always seemed to make when he was right.

I want nothing more then to punch him at this point, but I sigh and stand up. "Where's Matthew?" I said simply.

"With Francis. Looking for you I take it. Where have you been?" Ig asked as he stood up.

Okay another Ig note. He pisses me off sometimes. The way he moves or speaks to me makes me think he's saying. 'Hey Alfred I'm better then you. I'm smarter then you too.' I can't help but want to whack him one.

"Looking for him. What does it matter, you found me lets go, I'm starving." I said, and started down the hall.

Ig closed the door and followed me down the hall and down the stairs. We met up with Francis and Matthew. The two were sitting on the small wall outside the dorm. Francis was French, unbelievably French. HE always greets me with a hug and seems to love touching. And poor Matthew clutched his polar bear plush like he always does when Francis has been alone with him for too long. We used to pick on him on whether or not Francis raped him, but after a while we all learned how uncomfortable you can feel beside him.

I grabbed Matthew and started walking to the main building where everyone ate. That's where we saw two girls. They had to have been new because I hadn't seen them before. One girl was hard to miss her chest; it was practically blowing up her top. I knew for years the girls uniforms were great to look at and be happy with their design, but this frightened me. This girl was timidly following a girl who looked like she was on a mission. I breathed easy seeing her chest was a lot flatter. She was yelling at the other in an accent I hadn't heard before. "Move if I miss sitting next to brother 'cause of you, I'll stuff my fork down your throat."

"Scary…" Matthew said a lot. Speaking just we all wanted to say.

We all nodded.

Once the two girls were gone we started walking again. I looked at Francis, who mind you was drooling.

A Francis note! I'm never sure who he likes. Boys or Girls. I've watched him walk naked in the dorm, but then I've heard he's walked around naked in the girls locker room. He's kissed both and he's flirted with me and with the girls. Bi? No. I think he's his own gender, but he's the only one in all the school who knows everyone.

I looked at him and couldn't help but ask. "Yo, Francis do you know who the new guy is?" I smiled at his image in the shower, but hid it with. "In fact who are the chicks too?" I mentally rewarded myself for avoiding suspicion.

"There family. The big chested one is, Yekaterina. Her little sister is, Natalia. The middle is a brother named Ivan. He lives on your floor Alfred. Why you ask?" Francis asked.

"Wondering." I said and walked in the cafeteria. I did think mentally. 'Well now I know what his name is. This is a good thing.' I hoped that I'd get to be close to Ivan soon.