A/N: DUN DUN DUUUUN! Chapter 6! The devil's number as we are about to come across our favorite devil Russia. Stay tuned for this episode of dragon ball oh... Wrong one! xD LOL. I mean "The Boy is Mine"! I need to work on that.

Chapter 6- *Normal p.o.v.*

Emerald eyes met violets that held secrets that couldn't be unraveled. Before they closed and Russia did his signature grin. "Welcome back, Comrade.~"

The Englishman scoffed at him, "Hah! I am not your comrade and what are you doing in my home?" He stood in front of his colony Alfred. The calick of his showing proudly from behind Arthur's leg. Ivan chuckled wondering if the hair worked like the Italy brothers. America saw the tall man one more time, this time suspicious of him for just being associated with the man who killed his mother. Matthew being held in the Frenchman's arms felt a chill of fear from the man and clung to France with his little hands clutching his white ruffled shirt.

"Aw~ England I am merely visiting to see how you are doing." He paused with his innocent eyes looking into Arthurs eyes before turning towards the real innocent blue pair staring back, "And I see you brought the little one as well." Ivan knelt down to Americas level. "Privjet, America.~"

"H-hi." America said quietly for once not trusting the man. England glared at how Russia was being so friendly with HIS new colony.

"Don't you ignore me in my own home! I'm busy." He growled commanding. "Leave now."

Russia glared not liking being ordered around, but got his composure back and smiled. "Ah, but I traveled such a long way.~ Perhaps you can put up with me for the night." The Frenchman that was still there decided than to intervene.

"Excellent idea my friend~ I'll cook something up a wonderful meal!" His distraction worked on Arthur as he just nodded tired.

"Fine you can stay for the night. And you can cook. I'm tired and going to bed." He spoke clearly glaring at the two before his gaze settled on his new colony and Frances. "You two." The little ones shivered at his cold voice and stared waiting for what he had to say. "Don't try to escape or you will regret it."

France shivered too. 'The naughty pirate, good thing he is going to bed because I don't want to deal with mr. grumpy pants no more.' He looked towards Russia and smiled. "Hon honhon now that the pirate has gone to sleep would you like to join us in the kitchen? If not than please watch the little colonies while I cook." France was more soft in his requests instead of commanding knowing that would make the Russian quite pissed. He set down Canada who went straight behind America who wrapped his arms around his brother wanting to protect him.

Ivan not wanting to be near the Frenchman just nodded, "I will watch the little ones." France looked bummed, but brightened as he actually enjoyed his alone time in the kitchen. Ivan sat down on the couch available as the colonies stayed where they were standing in the middle of the floor watching the tall man.

Ivan got tired of the silence and spoke gently to them, "You don't have to stand, you can play as long as you don't wake up the tempermental man known as Britain." He wanted to get on Americas good side by letting him and his brother do as they pleased.

"We don't want to play. We want to go home." America stared at the tall man with some hope that Ivan might take them away from the man that killed their mother. "Home." Whispered Canada. The brothers stepped closer to the man placing their hand on his knees waiting for the Russian to reply.

'A good start.' Russia thought grinned with his eyes closed to keep the mischievous glint hidden, so it appeared a kind smile. "Ah~ Da. You mean back to your Mama?" Than he looked sadded at the two colonies. "What happened? You can tell Mother Russia all about it."

That's when America cried, but kept it quiet so as to not wake the scary man in the other room or alert the man cooking in the kitchen. Ivan patted his head gently. 'Just like mother used to do.' Thought America as he instinctively clung to the Russian wanting to feel the warmth of his mother once again. Canada followed suit. "The bad man killed our Mama!" Ivan picked up both colonies easily and sat them on his lap as they both cried into his chest.

"There, there.~" He smiled gently continuing to comfort them. 'Hmmm. Maybe I should take two for the price of one?' Ivan amused himself with the thought. He continued to pat their heads. "It'll get better soon. Do you want to know a secret?" He got them to just sniffles as their large eyes focused on his question.

America asked, "What is it?" Canada followed. "We won't tell." They wanted to try to get to a lighter subject.

'This is just to easy!' He smiled. "The bad man, Arthur, or who you might know as Britain, is a pirate. Very troublesome and dangerous. That's why I want to take you two back to the Motherland, for what you call home." Planting the seed of home into the two boys minds their eyes shined with happiness.

"Home, Canada! Home!" "Home, America, Home!" They grasped eachothers hands and smiled hugely at Russia. 'Too bad, but I think I'm just going to take America as originally planned.' While the boys kept to themselves and moved from Russia's lap to the floor trying to play quietly. Canada whispered into his older brothers ear.

"I don't get a good vibe from that man brother." America looked confused. "Why?"

"Because it's too good to be true." America looked slightly betrayed at Canada for he trusted the man because he said he was going to take them home. The smell of something good filled the air interrupting his train of thought.

"Dinner is ready!" France yelled at the top of his lungs waking the Brit from his sleep. He groaned sore from the trip still. 'Must be getting old, ol chap.' he chuckled to himself. All the men sat at the table and since they didn't have much to say they all just dug into the food.

"Hey! You can't just dig in, you have to thank the chef first." The frenchy cried into his apron. "I worked too hard on that gorgeous meal for it to just be devoured by animals."

While chewing England looked at him with his Emerald eyes. "Thanks Frog."

Ivan nodded, "Spasiba." (Thank you.) The boys didn't listen to what was said they were too starved to care for manners. England didn't want to waste time with conversating with the Russian so just continued to eat before retiring to his study. 'What's with the children they were so rebellious, now they're suddenly agreeable.' He thought suspicious of their behavior, but let it go. 'They must have given up on escaping. Yah that's it...'

France gathered the boys from Russia and putting them to bed before retiring as well. By the time anyone would have awoken the next day. Russia was gone. And so was America... Canada cried losing his only brother. France held him and felt terrible for not keeping a closer eye on the scary nation. England wanted to pull his hair out in frustration. "He took my Alfred! My America!" he growled wanting to seek vengeance, but knew he couldn't just yet.

*America's p.o.v. -With Ivan in Russia*

I opened my eyes and my little brother wasn't lying next to me, instead it was Ivan, Russia. I still felt sleepy. "Where am I?" I asked outloud.

Russia smiled gently at me patting my head while I closed my eyes loving his hands treating me like how mother used to do. "You are home."

A/N: I'm soooo sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please comment or review saying what you love/hate. I like all the critique I get. :) Thank you so much for reading you guys are great.