T^T I AM SO SORRY! I have found time and inspiration! Thank you all for helping me and wishing me luck on college. I should be studying for midterms, but all my tests seem easy so far. SO! I thought I would finally finish this and get it up~! So without further ado~!

Title

That Damn Commie

Alfred heard Arthur's alarm go off. He lay in bed as if he hadn't heard it. Alfred had actually been awake for about an hour now, but it wasn't yet time to get up.

He heard Arthur give out a small moan, turning the alarm off. He heard Arthur get out of bed and shuffle to the bathroom. During all of this, he pretended to be asleep.

He heard the toilet flush, Arthur shuffling back into the room. Alfred cuddled down into his blanket, waiting for him.

He heard a sigh. "Stupid Alfred. One day I really am going to leave you." 'Yeah right, Artie. You like me too much for that,' Alfred thought, still acting as if he was in dreamland.

Alfred felt the hand on his shoulder, shaking him. "Come on, Alfred. It's time to get ready for school." Alfred hid his smirk under the covers, rolling over.

This time the shake was slightly harder. "Alfred. Get up this instant. Today is Monday after all." 'Time to throw him off~!' Alfred thought.

He reached his arms out, taking Arthur into his arms, dragging him to lie on top of him. His face was in Arthur's chest. He snuggled into the chest. "I don' wanna Artie~!"

Peeking up, Alfred saw the blush on Arthur's face. He just cuddled with Arthur as he was sputtering.

"A-Alfred! Wh-What are you doing, you bloody git!?" Arthur was trying to lean up and away, trying to get out of Alfred's strong grip.

"I wanna stay in bed~"

"If you don't let me go and get up in the count of three, I will smack you," Arthur said seriously. Alfred, though, didn't believe him.

"One…" 'He wouldn't.'

"Two…" 'Count all you want Artie~! I don't think you would~'

"Three!" A few milliseconds later, there was a slapping sound resounding from inside their room. Alfred now looked up at Arthur in surprise, unintentionally loosening his grip.

"I warned you," was what Arthur said before he wiggled from Alfred's grip.

Alfred only leaned up, still shocked. Not even Matthew would hit him for something like that. "You hit me!" was all he could say as he stood up, heading to the bathroom.

"I did, but I gave you warning!" Arthur called back. When Alfred came out of the bathroom, Arthur was almost dressed.

"Not even Mattie hits me! Say sorry!" He tried using his beaten puppy look at Arthur. One of many of his faces in his arsenal.

Arthur only looked at him, and then turned away. "No. Now get dressed. I'll meet you at breakfast." Arthur grabbed his bag, leaving. The door wasn't shut hard, but to Alfred it was like a slam.

He felt his cheek, wincing slightly. "He can actually hit pretty hard…" Alfred got dressed, looking in the mirror on the back of the door and wincing. His cheek had a hand print on it. Sighing, knowing he would be teased, if not by Mattie now than when they were alone when he didn't have to be all shy.

Along the way to breakfast, many people said hello to Alfred. He would smile his big goofy grin, waving back. Some would ask about it, but he would say that he woke up smacking himself. Being the way he acted, people actually believed him.

Alfred actually couldn't believe how many people actually knew who he was. Sure, he acted like someone most people would like, but it seemed everyone knew him, when he had never seen them in his life. He remembered every face he ever saw.

Alfred entered the cafeteria, getting his food before he sat down with everyone. He noticed how Matthew sat a little closer to Gilbert than he had with anyone else besides him or when he was trying to seduce something from someone. This didn't look like either case though.

Alfred sat next to Arthur, starting to eat. He was trying to keep his head down to hide his face, but to no avail. "Mon ami Alfred~! What happened to your face?" He looked up at Francis, who had a look on his face that said he knew. Alfred would have to look out for that in the future. Observant people didn't bode well with him unless he knew they were on his side.

He decided to tell these guys the truth, acting like a whiny child. "Artie hit me~! For no reason!" He held his cheek for extra measure. He could just see the mirth in Matthew's eyes, subdued form the rest.

"No reason? You were molesting me! I warned you to let go, but you didn't! And it's ARTHUR!" Arthur looked away from Alfred with a huff.

The corner of Matthew's lips twitch upward, but he didn't speak. Instead, it was Gilbert. "Haha! Nice one Arthur! Did you knock a screw back into place?"

"I don't think anything can knock any of the hamburger bastard's screws back into place," Romano said from his spot between Antonio and Matthew. "But nice try Arthur."

"What? Aren't any of you on my side? Mattie~?" He decided that was the wrong choice after he saw his brother holding back a grin.

"O-Oh, I don't know I think you…" He gave Mattie his pleading puppy look, knowing he would fall for it. "Don't make that face Al." He did it even more, adding a tear for dramatic effect. "Damnit Al…no, you didn't deserve it!"

Alfred gave everyone a look of triumph. "See Artie~? Even my own bro, Mattie, wouldn't hurt me!" Just then the bell for class rang. "Come on Artie! Walk with me!" He grabbed his bag and Arthur's wrist, dragging him off.

"AH! Alfred! Let go of me! And call me Arthur! My proper name!" They disappeared from sight.

After a few moments of silence, Antonio spoke up. "He so has a crush on Alfred."

"What?" Matthew gasped.

"Ve~! It's so obvious!" Feliciano agreed. A few of the others nodded leaving, leaving a confused and concerned Matthew. He would have to tell Alfred about this later.

Time Skip to After School

Alfred followed Arthur wherever he went. Arthur was starting to get highly annoyed, but slightly happy that Alfred actually had an interest in what he was doing.

"So is being the class president a hard thing to do?" Alfred asked Arthur for the hundredth time.

"For the hundredth time Alfred, it isn't too terribly hard. Now be quiet so I can remember what room the meeting was in today." Alfred decided he would be quiet, only this once though. He couldn't shake the weird feeling he had had since the end of the school day. That was the main reason he had decided to follow Arthur around.

"Oh! That's right! We are supposed to go to Mr. Braginski's room!" Alfred stopped dead in his tracks. Arthur, noticing this, turned around. "What seems to be the matter Alfred?"

"Who is Mr. Braginski?" Alfred asked.

"Oh, well, he is actually a TA, from the University associated with our high school, for the Russian teacher, but because he is from Russia and knows the language better, the teacher lets him teach it. So we all call it his room now. Why do you want to know?"

Alfred faked a smile. "Nothing! Let's go!" he said on the outside, but on the inside he was thinking, 'It can't be…Well if it is, I know what this bad feeling is."

Alfred tried to appear cheerful, as not to alert Arthur that something was wrong. Last thing he needed was for people to start worrying about him.

"Here we are. You should probably wait out here Alfred. Or better yet, head back to the dorm."

Alfred just kept his ever present smile. "I'll go in. I can wait. Besides, it would be great to know what is going on with our school." He watched as Arthur turned and opened the door, his sense of dread increasing.

Inside were a few students, sitting in a circle of desks. Some of the students Alfred recognized, but most were ones he didn't know. Alfred scanned the room, his eyes landing on a familiar head of hair.

The color was a grayish blonde. It was leaning over papers, diligently grading. Alfred could see the scarf hanging around his neck. He knew then that the person at the desk was indeed someone that he knew. And he was terrified that he was here.

"Alfred?" Arthur called. "You alright? You seem a little pale." Alfred whipped his head around to face Arthur, but before he could respond, the man at the desk spoke.

"Fredka? Is that you?" Alfred tried not to tense up visibly, but he turned looked over at the man. Blue eyes met violet ones.

"Ivan…I'd say I was happy to see you, but I would be lying." Alfred didn't even try to pretend to be nice.

"Well, I am quite happy to see you again. The last time we saw each other, we weren't on the best of terms." Ivan then turned to Arthur. "I see you know our ASB President. How are you doing Arthur?"

"I'm fine, thank you…Do…Do the two of you know each other?" Arthur asked, curious. He wanted to know more about Alfred, but he hardly ever talked about himself.

"You can say we are acquainted," Alfred answered, his eyes narrowing at the Russian in front of him.

"Da. When he was staying in Russia we met."

Arthur looked taken aback. "You lived in Russia?" he asked Alfred.

"Briefly, though not briefly enough for my taste."

"Hmm…How is Matvey, by the way? Still playing hockey?"

"He's fine. And he plays when he can."

Arthur just looked back and forth at the two, feeling the tension thicken. "You know what? I think I will have the meeting outside today. Come on everyone, it's a nice day. You coming Alfred?"

Before Alfred could respond, Ivan did it for him. "Нет. He will be staying here, so we can catch up." He smiled his 'innocent child' smile, sending a chill up the room's occupant's spines.

"A-Alright. Thank you for letting us borrowing your room this long, Mr. Braginski." Arthur hurried everyone else outside, sending Alfred a worried look before leaving.

The room was silent for a few seconds before the silence was broken. "What do you want, you damn Commie? I don't have all day." Alfred crossed his arms over his chest.

"Come now, Fredka, don't be like that." Ivan stalked up to Alfred, causing Alfred to walk back into the wall, his arms caging him in. Ivan put his face right in front of Alfred's, their noses almost touching. "Don't you remember the last night you were in Russia?" Ivan was now had his mouth by Alfred's left ear. He was delighted to see the blush on Alfred's face.

"As I recall it, you forced me to go along with it."

Ivan chuckled into Alfred's ear, his warn breath tickling it. "But as I recall, you were moaning and screaming for me to-" Just then the door opened. Ivan and Alfred looked towards the door, seeing Arthur standing frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide.

"Can I help you, Arthur?" Ivan asked, leaning away from Alfred, but not removing his arms.

Arthur snapped back to reality after the question. "Oh yes…um…W-We left some paper work in here. I'll just get it and leave."

"I'll come with you!" Alfred said, ducking under Ivan's arm and racing over to Arthur, who had just got the papers. He dragged Arthur to the door, Arthur not protesting for once.

As the door was about to close, Ivan said, "We will talk again, Fredka, or something will be revealed~!" The door then closed, Alfred hurrying even faster to get away.

After a few minutes of walking, Alfred finally stopped. He let go of Arthur's arm, stepping away to one of the pillars on the right. Out of nowhere, or so it seemed that way to Arthur, Alfred swung his arm and punched the pillar. "I HATE that guy," Alfred seethed through his teeth. "Damned Commie!" Alfred punched the wall in the same spot a few more times before a cracking noise was heard.

Thinking it was Alfred's hand, Arthur dashed up and took a look at the hand in question. There were some scrapes, but it didn't seem to be more damaged than that. Arthur slowly ran his eyes up the wall, seeing a small crack at the bottom become larger until he saw where Alfred had been punching the wall. All the stucco that had been there was now gone, spider web like cracks leaving the area in all directions. There was also a dent in the material under the stucco.

"H-How did you do that?!" Arthur asked, looking back at Alfred, the hand in his forgotten. He saw Alfred look away, a slight curse leaving his lips.

"Let's just say I am a really strong person."

"I understand that, but you shouldn't be able to do that." Arthur was silent for a moment. "Do you take steroids?"

Alfred looked shocked at Arthur, before he started to smile. "Hahaha! No way! I'm too much a hero for that! Heroes are supposed to be strong, so I am. Anyways, you get to your meeting."

"But-!"

Alfred started herding Arthur towards his meeting. "Don't worry. I'll go talk to Mattie about it. So you go be Mr. President." After a worried look from Arthur, Alfred waved him off. When Arthur was gone, Alfred got serious again, putting his hand to his ear.

"Mattie? This is Alfred. Meet me at the apartment. As soon as you can." Without waiting for a reply, Alfred started to run to his destination.

At the apartment

"You can't be serious?!" Matthew exclaimed after Alfred explained.

"I wish I wasn't. I really do. We have to be careful from now on. He knows what we do. It seems he only wants things from me though." Alfred's face went slightly red from the memory of the last night they spent together.

"You know I won't let him do anything to you. You know I'd rather get caught."

"But there's a difference to all the other times!" Alfred put his head in his hands. Matthew stayed quiet knowing he was right. He did speak eventually, though.

"Everyone at the table thinks Arthur likes you." Matthew looked away as his brother's head snapped up.

"Then it would be worse. It would be so easy if it was one sided. What about Gilbert?" Alfred saw Matthew blush, but saw him shake his head. "You don't think he likes you?"

Matthew sighed. "No. He doesn't seem to. Who would like me anyways…?"

"Mattie…I thought we were over that. You know you are amazing." Alfred stood up from his spot on the floor, hugging his twin who stood in the entry way to their kitchen. "Everything will work out. Just you watch." Too bad he couldn't be farther from the truth."

I wish I could have made this longer for all of you, but this was one of the best cliffie's I could come up with. And again…PLEASE forgive me for my tardiness. I would also be appreciative if you could review…? Maybe? But anyways, thanks again for all those people for giving me ideas. If you recognize your idea mixed in there, let me know so I can give you proper credit. And maybe a little gift? So until next time~!