A/N: Well now. Long flights, Angry Francis, and some reversed text. Use a text reverser if you really want to know who's P.O.V it is in one part. ;) I can't believe It's not Insane Ivan! Anyway, I hope you enjoy. :D

Plot: in an alternate universe where all of the countries are just angels living on land, and demons rule the underworld, no demon has ever gone into the overworld. Yes, there has been many wars to try and take it from the angels, but it's prohibited for a demon to go into the overworld. The overworld is guarded by impenetrable barriers, and no matter what, that barrier can't be broken. Even so, it's also guarded not just by demons on one side, but by Archangels on the other. Neither side wants the other, and if either go in the other's land, it is punishable by immediate death, or eternal torment, which is worse than death. An angel would have wings cut off and be subject to the worst death imaginable, and a demon would have their horns cut off after it was made visible forcibly, before it'd be grinded down, causing immense pain. The demon would be subject to a pain that no angel would comprehend. This has been law for eternity. No angel has ever had a demon in their world, no demon has ever had an angel in theirs. However, when one of the underworlds highest ranking demons is just too sick of his life, he, for some odd reason, longs to see the overworld. One day, he finally gets that chance when he's picked to be an ambassador for the underworld. He's set to make peace talks with the highest ranking angels of the Overworld, called the "G8", which was a group of the angels that were classed as eight powers. He siezes this chance as soon as he can though. Instead of doing these talks, or meeting them. As soon as he's over the barrier, he runs away from his title. Sadly, he can't forget he's a demon. Even if he wanted them to believe he wasn't a demon, he had wings darker than the night, as if it absorbed all the light, sucking it up and replacing it with nothingness, and of course, those two black horns that sprouted. He was by far, terrifying, but the only good thing about it was he could hide it, and of course, angels hid their wings and halo aswell, as it was bothersome. What happens to this demon as he meets person who takes him in as a brother, hiding it from him, and meets members of the G8 without knowing, and, without knowing, meeting alot of high-ranking angels along the way. What will happen to our demon as he tries to hide who he is? However, it was strange, as demons had never been scared, but he was terrified. He seemed to feel all of the worst emotions, though of course, he wouldn't dare hesitate to kill. This demon didn't just get his title without working for it. He was by far, one of the most feared, well-known demons in the underworld. He was so well known because of how merciless he was, and how sadistically cruel he apparently was. Rumors had always existed about how he'd torture demons to the brink of them begging for death, just to break them apart slowly, and then do unspeakable atrocities to them, but then again, these were just rumors, or were they? This demon seems to be quite strange, but even stranger after he realises what a specific G8 Angel is making him feel, love.. How can a demon deal with love?

Demon!Germany x Angel!Russia Slight Angel!Italy x Demon!Germany (OneSided) Angel!France x Angel!England (Established Marriage.)

Names:

Germany = Ludwig

Russia = Ivan Braginski

America = Alfred Jones

England = Arthur Kirkland

France = Francis Bonnefoy

Italy = Feliciano Vargas

Japan = Kiku Honoda

Prussia = Gilbert Beilschmidt

Belarus = Natalia Arlovskaya

Canada = Matthew Williams

China = Yao Wang

Hungary = Elizabeth (Skipping last name for her..)

Warnings: Light Language, depictions of violence, implied amnesia of sorts, implied mental problems, Ivan being sane

Chapter Nine - Rose of Thorns | Ivan P.O.V

He let a soft smile spread across his face as he ran a hand through his own hair, messing it up to a degree before lowering his hand once more. His tender gaze fixated on the unconcious Demon who lay curled up on the more, watching heavy, strained breaths make their way from his bloodied body, it was concerning to say the least, but also almost too heartwarming to see him alive. He continued to gaze at him, watching studiously at his injuries for a mere few moments before disregarding that, glancing up at the stairwell, with the still open door, it reminded him of the fact he was still in Arthur and Francis's house.

"I hope you don't mind me carrying you, Ludvig, but its either that or me leaving you here for that Frenchman to see his precious Arthur knocked out and you down here. I dont' think it'd be good. Da." Ivan said to the unconscious man with a gentle smile.

He held out his arms, gently lifting Ludwig into a one-person lift (You can call it a Bridal-Style Carrying) with his arms a bit lower down Ludwigs back though, as to let the Wings have space, since he wasn't about to have a huge wing blocking all of his field of view whilst carrying someone. He was able to hold him pretty easily, and wasn't sure if Ludwig was just really light, which was quite concerning, or he was just getting stronger, which was most likely the real reason. He'd always had pretty good strength, and he'd always continued to train, so it wasn't too unlikely that it could have been credited to that, even so though, it was still a bit concerning with just how Ludwig almost felt weightless, albeit as if the only thing weighing him down was his bones, wings and clothes, but that couldn't have been true.

He quickly made his way up the stairs, feeling nothing really pulling him down from Ludwig, it didn't really impare his walking speed. He breezed through the hallway to the front door quicker than he thought possible, and glanced out to the forest. He could imagine Francis seeing him and just shooting him down without second thought already, so found it better to just quickly try and do a dash-walking sort of jog. It worked well suprisingly, he went somewhat faster than normal, and he was in the woods within a few moments.

He made his way through the forest with ease, gliding his way through the overgrown sidepath, which was now coated in bushes, brambles and trees with ease. He sang a quiet tune to nobody in particular as he occuped himself, quickly making his way through the forest. He continued like that for what he estimated to be roughly around 32 minutes, wading through the lushious greenery, his song turning into a pleased humming of the tune, before turning to silence as he continued on, instead listening to the sounds of birds tweeting and chirping, along with admiring the scenery.

Eventually, he got out of the forest, getting into the jet-black limousine, which had nearly equally dark tinted windows, that were obviously illegal in the country, but he didn't have to worry about because of who he was. He got into it, setting Ludwig's still unconcious body down beside his, it took him a few minutes of fumbling with the belt before being able to get the seatbelt onto him, it was better to have his seatbelt on him rather than let Ludwig get injured more during the sharp turns he knew he driver liked to use to keep him awake. He didn't mind it, but Ludwig might have.

For the most part of the ride in the car, he used one arm to keep Ludwig's massive, bandaged wing off of him, whilst in the other hand, he used his Lacus Phone to organize his Jet to be made ready. He chose for them to use his Tutum jet, which had even got three rooms in it for longer flights, and best of all, each rooms door was connected to an app on his Lacus Phone, so if he locked them, they'd be unbreakable with what they were made out of until he unlocked them again! It was perfect.

Each room was fitted with Luxury, say for the 3rd room atleast, which just had a bed that hung out of the wall, and all walls were covered in a strong metal, it was mainly for anyone who stowed away though. The 1st room was meant for the owner of the jet, and it was a large room with a canopy bed, it had a black, white and golden theme to it, and had a lovely oak wardrobe with some other things, along with a private bathroom. The second room was like the 1st, but smaller, and used a white, gold and light-blue theme.

There was 12 seats on the jet, each one an okay distance, and a private bar inside of the jet, which was usually always empty, as he preffered to make his own drinks, or just use the whiskey right from the overall theme of it was white with some gold and other things, and in all ways, it looked rather maginficant and elegant.

He was delighted to use that jet, as the only passengers other than him and Ludwig would be two captains, who had their own area that was completely blocked-off from the main part, to ensure that only the passengers got the luxuries, but the real reason he liked it the most was because of how secure it was. All the doors were controlled by his phone, and them, along with the plane itself, were practically impenitrable. He wasn't even going to start thinking of all of the built-in offense-styled defence systems hidden in it, and all the windows could be immediately covered with the same kind of metal used on the other parts if he wanted to. All for safety, of course, but it meant he could be sure that Ludwig couldn't escape out into the cities, where he may have caused great damage, or atleast a massive panic within the city.

He continued to arrange things for his arrival with Ludwig, ordering his ground attendants to prepare a grand three-course meal with a large variety of dessert including soufflé and a wide selection of desserts. He also arranged for one of his personal medical staff to go aswell, but they'd use the living quarters next to the medical room in the jet. The medical room was fitted with the best that money could buy. It was quite a massive room, but it had everything required to make sure Ludwig was okay, why, it even had things to make sure he was well fed and drinking well, it really was made for any situation, after all, he only wanted Ludwig to have the best medical care after Arthur had done such a horrible job on him.

He unbuckled his own seatbelt and managed to change his position (after alot of struggling) to one where Ludwig's wing was behind him now. He sat up again and put his belt on, resting his back lightly on Ludwig's bandaged wing, he wrapped one arm around his neck, leaning his head on Ludwig's shoulder. He rested his head like that, hearing Ludwig's strained, quiet breathing, it was rather reassuring. He felt it comforting to hear Ludwig breathing, and so he closed his eyes, it was rathrr amazing almost, for some odd reason, Ludwig reminded him of a bright field of beautiful sunflowers, and he felt his lips form a small, truly happy smile for the first time since he could remember. It was lovely.

Francis P.O.V

He let out a defeated sigh before stretching out his arms dramatically, yawning to himself loudly as he looked at the setting sun. It was only, what, 4? The sun seemed to be setting quicker these days, not that him or Arthur ever minded. He smiled lazily as he danced through the lovely greenery of the woods, finally reaching the end, he froze for a moment, staring at the open door with a dumbfounded expression, but before he could tell what he was doing, he was running at the door.

He barreled into his house, slamming his hand onto the light switch, the entire hallway lit up. His eyes widened as he raced to the figure on the ground, the one with blood on their head. He turned them over, and let out a cry as he saw Arthur's unconscious face with blood painted onto it. What could've caused this? He grabbed his Phone out of his pocket, not even hesitating to call the emergency number Arthur had put in.

He chose ambulance, and frantically explained what happened. After they said they were about 11 minutes away, he hung up, ready to wait for them. He stood up and assessed the scene, but froze when he noticed one thing that was definitely not ordinary. Next to Arthur was one item, and that item was a single, large black feather.

Francis felt his blood begin to boil with absolute rage. He got into his contacts and did the only rational thing he could've, he called Alfred to help him rip apart the demon that did this to his love, one painful feather at a time. That damn demon was going to wish he never met Arthur or Francis, and he'd make sure of it.

Ivan P.O.V

His eyes gently opened as he felt a beautiful feeling of happiness and peace, he slowly lifted his head, the sunset even looked beautiful. He'd never woken up happy, how strange. Then the thought occurred to him, that he'd never fallen asleep on Ludwig's shoulder before either. He was pulled from his graceful thoughts as one of his worker's repeated his name, looking at him with a worried expression. He suddenly jolted back to reality, smiling innocently.

"What did you say?" He asked with a smile, unbuckling his seatbelt as he looked up at him, half-stretching.

"Uhm.. S-Sir, The jet is ready.. for you and uh..?" The young attendant asked in the manliest voice they could, watching him worriedly.

"For me and my.. Best Friend." He finished with a smile. The flight attendant seemed to flinch at it.

"Get the in-flight doctor and help him carry a stretcher to the limousine. Once you help him to the medical room, leave the plane so we can depart." Ivan said with a cold smile, though it was said in a questioning way, it was used in a commanding tone that made the employee flinch.

The employee nodded clumsily running to the jet to go and get the doctor. He looked at Ludwig, a soft smile forming on his face again as he unbuckled Ludwig's seatbelt, hearing a quick pair of footsteps, he glanced to the other side of him to see his trusted doctor and the employee holding an expensive cotton and linen stretcher that was lined with gold.

He looked back at Ludwig, Lifting him up with him as he edged himself sideways and out of the limousine, he helped them put Ludwig on the stretcher, and before he could do anything, they were gone again, rushing to the jet. He made his way to the jet, just in time to see the employee leave.

He walked onto it, taking out his phone, he went onto an app, and pressed the button. Immediately, all of the doors tp get on or off of the jet slide shut and made a clicking noise as they locked into place tightly. He then waltzed to the medical room, tappinv on the door, he heard the doctor yell for him to come in as he felt the plane takeoff. He clutched onto the door for a moment, before walking in. He saw a machine connected to an unconscious Ludwig. The machine connected to him, well, the two machines connected to him. One was a long, see through line with black in it, and lead up to an I.V stand with four I.V bags attached to it, two were red, and one, including the one attached to Ludwig, was as black as night.

He walked up to the doctor, and after being reassured that Ludwig would be awake around 8 that evening, in time for him to eat, Ivan retired to his room, deciding it was best to get some rest in, that would help him to put his mind at ease, plus, after Ludwig was awake, the Doctor would do a physical examination on him! Nothing was wrong, nothing could be wrong. Nothing was allowed to be wrong.

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He stared at the cieling, his red eyes glowing in the darkness as the only visible thing on him was his white, shining hair. He stalked out of the Shadows, cornering the pitiful angel, before he lunged at them with solid fire, burning the entire being of them. They let out a blood-curdling scream as he continued to burn them, only stopping once their flesh appeared to be melted into their clothing. The angel was crying on the floor, begging for mercy like the disgusting thing it was.

"You know I'll ask again only one more time." He hissed, his voice bouncing around the dim room like a gunshot of darkness, one which upon hearing, sounded as if whatever he talked to, he loathed it.

The angel cried louder. It begged for mercy, for him to spare it as he aimed more fire at their already deformed, burnt body. It pleaded for him to have some pity on it.

"I'll give you pity when you answer the question." He spat, burning them on their hands till you could see the bone, flesh slowly dropping off in a slimy mess.

"Please..." The angel said in a voice full of agony, shaking in fear, their voice contorted and almost incoherent due to the deformation of their melting face.

He glared down at them as more fire surrounded them, it illuminated his pitch black, supermassive wings, and his white, bleached-looking hair, his crimson glowing eyes burning into the angel with hatred. The fire closed in on them slowly, before the angel let out another cry of pain, fire burning their arms and legs to the point it seemed as if their legs were melted into the floorboards, and his arms had long lines of flesh that dripped down to the floor. Their pleas falling on deaf ears, too blinded by rage to listen.

".noitseuq ym rewsnA nehT" He spat, closing the fire in more, his eyes blazing with hate and anger.

"Where. Is. My. Brother."

Ivan P.O.V

He yawned as he sat up, the Doctor knocking intently at his door still. He yelled for them to come in, so he got up, stretching as the Doctor made his way in.

"He woke up. I can run the checkup now or postpone it till after he's eaten." The doctor said flatly, gazing at him sternly while waiting for an answer.

"Check him now, da?" Ivan said with a cheery smile, looking at him with his most convincing grin.

"Understood." The doctor said before quickly rushing off.

He watched the doctor leave the room quietly before he got up. Sure he was tired, and completely ready to go to sleep for the night, but if he had to be tired in order to see Ludwig, then that is exactly what he was going to got to his feet quickly, checking the time on his phone, it was 7:34, so Ludwig woke up half an hour earlier than estimated? Well, he wasn't going to argue about that! He hopped over to his door with a big grin, he took a moment to take a deep breath and then continued onwards.

He walked up to a small built-in table with two built-in white leather chairs on either side of the built-in wooden table. He then sat down in the seat with a large sigh, as he knew that it'd most likely be around ten minutes until Ludwig's examination was failed, then he could check the results and eat with Ludwig, well, that and some other things, but they didn't matter. He pressed a button that was attached to his chair, which opened a solid metallic door, allowing one of his attendants to come out and walk up to him nervously. He never really understood why everyone was nervous or scared around him, but didn't mind.

"What do you n-need?" The attendant stuttered, holding up a notepad and pen nervously.

"Tell the staff to prepare the Three-course meal for about ten minutes from now. That's all." Ivan said blankly, his smile going a slight bit smaller.

The attendant nodded quickly, scribbling something down hastily onto their notepad before rushing off, the doors slamming shut and then bolting closed behind them. He let out a small sigh as he glanced out at the window, seeing nothing but the open sea far below the jet, illuminated by a white moon, lighting up the water with patterns that spread out beautifully across the sea, like a cake being decorated by a professional cake decorator for their child, putting all the effort they can into it, and loving every moment of it.

He stayed like that for a while, forgetting time itself. He blinked his eyes, snapping back to reality as someone tapped his shoulder. He turned his head around to see the Doctor looking at him anxiously, so he smiled hyperly at him, eager to know if it was about Ludwig or not.

"I've got the results on his physical and psychological examination. I gave him some things to calm him down, so excuse him if he might not know who you are. Thankfully, due to him having atleast travelled here legally, we have somewhat got knowlege of his medical records. I can't get anything on his address, family or contact though, and the record itself is quite limited or just redacted for some odd reason. However, I was able to get information on if he has any existing medical problems, along with a few other basic things, like his blood type. I think you'd be quite intrested to find out some things I got out of that limited record actually. Follow me, I'll show you how he got on the examination I just did for him, along with a few things." The doctor said after a deep breath, obviously to try and be able to say it all.

The doctor signalled for him to follow him, and he nodded, getting out of the swivelling chair. One chair was just mounted to the floor and unmovable, but one was swivelling, along with some controls. He got up and followed the doctor down the luxurious jet, up until they reached the Medical room. The doctor walked in first, and he quickly followed. Sitting on the bed was Ludwig, who appeared to be fixated on the I.V bag attached to him, but thankfully not trying to take it out, infact, he seemed rather calm if anything. He followed the doctor to another room connected to that one, and sat down at a desk with him.

The doctor looked at him, sighing as he took a few pieces of paper from a drawer, which seemed to be heavily redacted for some odd reason. Then again, he'd doubted they would let the angels know about him. He watched the doctor cast a small glance to the paper before hurriedly placing it infront of him, looking warily at it. He stayed where he was for a moment, before deciding to speak seemingly.

"Did you want to read it, or do you just want me to give you the important details?" The doctor asked cautiously, staring at him with a serious expression, as if trying to hold back something but failing miserably, the truth painted all over his face.

"Da. Just tell me what I need to know." He said with a bright smile, looking at him reassuringly. The doctor let out a small sigh, rubbing a hand through their hair. They then glanced up at him again, a displeased expression on their face.

"Alright. What do you want to know about?" The doctor said gloomily, looking up at him with a worried expression.

"Hmm.. Tell me anything you think I might like to know about him already, da? I want to know if there is anything intresting in the records that you got given without checking up on him." He said cheerily, looking up at him with an eerie smile, his gaze still cold as he stared at the Doctor, anxious to know if there was anything important about Ludwig in the records.

The doctor let out a small, half-hearted sigh.

"Well, I was able to find out that he might have one medical condition, but I believe nobody was given permission to actually see if he did. This is moreso written down as a significant suspicion of having it." The doctor started, careful in his words as he stared at him.

Ivan's smile faltered for a moment. He wanted to know what exactly he had. Perhaps Ivan could cure it? No. That was too silly, but maybe he could help him with it! That'd be sure to help them become even better friends again!

"What is it?" He asked hastily, nearly leaning out of his seat in anticipation as he looked at the paper, trying to find if it was in there.

"I believe that it was written down that they had a strong belief he may have had a Panic Disorder of sorts, but I'm unsure of it." The doctor said firmly, lifting their gaze to meet his eyes boldly.

"Oh, Okay!" He said childishly, a bit absentminded at the moment of time to realise what that meant.

"Now, Can I see how he fared on the examination?" He asked eagerly, as if a child waiting for their parent to buy the sweet in a store, just unable to contain their excitement.

".. Okay..?" The doctor said, a bit dumbfounded at the fact that he'd reacted that way.

"Well, I wasn't able to do a mental one, he refused to answer anything, but was atleast co-operative in the Physical examination after I gave him some things." The doctor started, a calm facade appearing on their face.

"He's okay, but he had some injuries that I suspect have been festering for months now. However, when I tried to get information about how nourished he was, he became highly aggressive. I doubt it's a problem though, he seems fine other than for some nasty scars and injuries, along with a broken wing. I've properly bandaged up the broken wing, and untied the needless old bandaging on his other one. He's ready to eat if you want to, I've given him a few doses of some stuff to calm him, so he shouldn't be acting violently. Then again, I doubt he'll even recognise anything till it's the morning." He stated firmly, giving a slight shrug at the end for emphasis, looking at him with a concerned gaze.

"That's Perfect! He can come and eat with me now, da." Ivan said hyperly, his violet eyes lit up with joy. He was absolutely thrilled to know that Ludwig would be completely calm and content around him for the evening, as he felt Ludwig deserved a meal, he'd most likely been fed horrible food by those two brainless lovers.

He quickly left the office, seeing Ludwig now had removed the I.V from himself, and was stood up. He wore some black jeans with a shortsleeved black shirt. There was bandages scattered along his arm, and one eye had a bandage on it for some reason that the Doctor had neglected to mention to Ivan. He One of Ludwig's gargantuan wing's was completely bandaged with clean, white bandages, whist the other gargantuan wing was spread out without a care, it's long, jet-black feathers spread proudly. Ivan smiled brightly at it.

He hastily rushed to Ludwig, grabbing his arm with a gloved hand. He heard Ludwig let out a painful gasp, looking up at him slightly with wide-eyes in confusion. Ivan just smiled back at him silently, pulling the perplexed man along with him, thankful that Ludwig wasn't putting up a fight. He brought him along, carefully allowing time for Ludwig to curl his wings up a bit whilst going through the door, before quickly closing it. He hurried to the table, pressing a button on his chair that moved it to the middle, along with the two seats, to allow space for the wings.

It seemed that Ludwig was about to speak, but at a loss for words, Ivan giggled slightly at the thought of the man who'd always been able to put up an argument or a fight not even able to utter a single word. He simply pulled him along, stopping at the chair. He then walked around the table and sat in his white seat, Ludwig looked at him nervously, before sitting in the leather seat too. His eyes lit up as he saw Ludwig not going to attack him, or just in pain or fear. It was nice to see him when he wasn't suffering.

"So, Ludvig. Do you want to eat? You must be hungry, da?" Ivan said with a bright smile, too pleased to even attempt to hide it, not that he would around Ludwig anyway. It was seemingly making Ludwig less jumpy to see Ivan was happy and peaceful, so he was happy to continue smiling.

".. S-Sure." Ludwig said shakily, seemingly having taken a moment to think of something, he saw Ludwig's expression falter to something far more grim for only a fraction of a second before it returned to a calm facade. Ludwig seemed to have stopped shaking now, and was obviously much more calm, thankfully. Perhaps this would go well after all.

He pressed a button on his chair, which meant he wanted the food. Immediately, two attendants walked out carrying different dishes. First they brought out the entrees, which were simply Candied tomatoes in basil leaves, but he enjoyed them sometimes. They then left, deciding not to place it yet. Ludwig ate two, he ate three. They quickly stopped. The staff quickly came back, finally putting into action the actual meal. The staff brought out two large plates, putting one infront of each of them, on the plates was a perfectly-done, large, beef wellington. He remembered paying the cook extra to get some of the nicest beef he could, so he hoped it was worth it.

He started to eat his food, and Ludwig began shortly after, though, for some reason, Ivan noticed how with every bite Ludwig took, he only seemed more reluctant to eat. How could Ludwig be full already? He'd barely eaten. No, he didn't look full, it was moreso as if he looked sick from it, but Ivan decided it was best to bring it up nontheless.

"Are you alright, Ludvig?" Ivan asked cautiously, pausing his meal for a moment. Ludwig's eyes shot up as he made eye contact with Ivan, glancing down nervously again.

"I'm fine, Why do you ask?" Ludwig said shakily before biting into his food again, by then, they'd both nearly finished their meal. It'd sadly been rather uneventful.

"Hm. No reason." Ivan said, dismissing it quickly.

They both finished off their meals soon after, making casual small-talk, and during it, Ivan confirmed to himself that Ludwig obviously didn't recollect quite a few things about their past. After they finished, he'd asked Ludwig if he wanted dessert, but Ludwig had quickly shook his head.

"No thank you, Ivan... Do you have a bathroom I could use to freshen up?" Ludwig had said in a hesitant voice, looking up at him anxiously, as if hanging on the edge of a cliff in anticipation. Ivan just couldn't have said no to Ludwig already, but this was just overwhelming.

"O-Of course y-you can, Ludv-vig!" Ivan stuttered, mentally slapping himself as he realised how silly he must've sounded, but thankful when he saw a small smile appear on Ludwig's face, no matter how it didn't really look real. Ludwig quickly got up, and he directed him to the 2nd bedroom, of which had it's own bathroom in it too.

Ivan left the bedroom and waited outside of it, listening for the water and the door to lock. He decided to wait outside of it so that he could tell Ludwig that the 2nd bedroom was his for the evening, and that he could retire to his slumber if he so wanted. However, Ivan slipped out of those thoughts when he realised he didn't actually hear water, it sounded like something else. Ivan couldn't place his finger on it, but the kind of sound was not something that was at all comforting, it was moreso a concerning sound to Ivan.

He heard the sounds stop after about 6 minutes, and then heard a toilet flush before hearing water run, though it sounded to be coming from a tap. After a little while, Ludwig walked out and opened the door to the hallway, for some reason, Ludwig had a face that was wet from the water, but nowhere else on him was, however, he did notice an oddly distasteful smell lingering. He smiled innocently as Ludwig warily murmured something to himself, something Ivan noticed to be a strange language. The only thing he could decipher from the murmuring was the word "paenitet", whatever that meant.

"I-I'm going to sle-eep now.. G-Goodnight." Ludwig stuttered nervously, looking up at him with an anxious gaze. Ivan liften an eyebrow, he noted how the smell wasn't coming from Ludwig, but it seemed to just linger in the room.

If anything, Ludwig smelt of flowers funnily enough, as if he was in a field of lavenders. His hair actually looked quite nice whilst it was down though, Ivan smiled to himself. Though, he did want to know what that putrid smell was. He pushed past Ludwig, trying his best to ignore the fact that he was trying his best to keep Ivan out. Why would Ludwig do that? Ivan eventually made his way to where the smell came from, after alot of resisting, he finally got Ludwig out of the way and the door open. He walked over to near the toilet, and then he saw it.

There was blood all around the toilet, and inside the toilet, was traces vomit which had been flushed down. Ivan recoiled in horror at the scene, before glancing back to where Ludwig was stood, only to see him gone. Damn it! He forgot to lock the doors! He quickly ran out into the bedroom, but it was seemingly empty too. He quickly ran into the hallway, calling out Ludwig's name, and that he wasn't mad at him. Ivan glanced down the hallway to see the table that'd been cleaned by staff gone now, and the two chairs were at the side again. It seemed like Ludwig wasn't in there, so now all he had to check was the 3rd room, his room and the medical room. He first ran down the hall to the medical room, but upon seeing the doctor inside, who reassured him that Ludwig wasn't in there, he made his way to the 3rd room, just opening the door, he was able to see the whole barren room. Ludwig wasn't there either.

Either Ludwig had just dissapeared into thin air, was hiding in the 2nd bedroom still, or he was in the 1st bedroom. Ivan moved to the 2nd bedroom once more, stopping only to lock all doors in the plane, apart from the 2nd bedroom. He walked in, this time checking closets and underneath the canopy bed. It seemed completely empty though, so he then sighed, walking out and locking that door, he moved onto the 1st bedroom, which was next to the 2nd.

He walked into the giant room, and noted how there were many spots to hide. First he checked the Private bathroom, but that was empty. He then moved onto numerous wardrobes and other containers, which overall, took him about 13 tiring minutes to do. He decided that wherever Ludwig was, he wouldn't escape anyway, and tried to wipe the worried thoughts from his mind. He took off the coat he'd forgotten to remove, hanging it up. He then took off his shoes and gloves, and put them away. He went to the large golden and white canopy bed, and lay down on the bed.

He flinched as he heard a gasp from the silence, pausing midway as he was halfway through going to lay down. He suddently got up, and his violet eyes suddently glowing a strong shade of purple, after all, he wasn't going to not utilize this. He stood up, walking to the door, and turned off the light. He then continued to make stepping sounds before stopping them, getting his phone and locking the door shut, pretending he'd left. He heard a shift in something underneath the bed.

Hah. I guess monster's underneath the bed do exist.

He nearly laughed at the thought, but instead, he chose not to. His violet eyes glowed vibrantly in the pitch-black room, and he silently made his way to where the shifting was heard. He heard something make a noise as he got close, realising the sound of a footstep. Ivan mentally winced at it, but kept a small smirk on his face. He suddently dropped down to the floor, his glowing eyes being met with wide-eyed glowing blue pupils in the darkness, and he could already imagine the shock on his face as he grabbed them by their arm, and pulled them out.

He stared at Ludwig, suprised to see tears running down Ludwig's face in his enhanced vision. Ludwig looked scared almost? Why wasn't he fighting though if he was? It was odd, and he stood up, sitting the crying person down on the bed like a parent sitting down to comfort their child. He stared at the crying person, trying to figure out how to actually comfort them, as he wasn't at all used to it.

"I-I'm sorry.." Ludwig stuttered through uneven breaths, his voice a bit strained due to the crying.

Ivan's eyes widened at it, what could Ludwi- Oh. Was he sorry about the bathroom? Oh. The bathroom. Wait. The bathroom, what happened.. Blood. He suddently went still. He suddently wrapped both arms around Ludwig, pulling him into a reassuring hug, and causing the other to let out a small gasp in surprise at it.

"Ludvig. I'm not mad at you!" He said with a small giggle, finding it a bit amusing to think that Ludwig had immediately assumed he'd be mad at him for it.

"R-Really?" Ludwig Hiccuped, Ivan felt Ludwig's tears slowing down.

"Of course. You've had a rough day, you just need a good night's rest, Ludvig." Ivan said gently, loosening the grip on Ludwig to allow him to get up, but realising Ludwig was leaning on him, most likely for support from falling. Ivan couldn't help but smile warmly at it.

He wrapped a hand onto Ludwig, shuffling backwards onto the wall for a support. It was pretty comfy. Ludwig rested his head on Ivan's shoulder, and Ivan couldn't stop the fluttering feeling he felt in his chest. He moved his hand to Ludwig's neck, wrapping it around that to try console him in a way. He stayed like that for a while in the silence, his eyes glowing vibrant purple in the pitch-black, he watched as Ludwig's glowing eyes went to normal, and quickly closed afterwards. He watched for a bit longer before realising Ludwig was asleep, and so, he then rested his head slightly on Ludwig's, just about able to get into a comfortable angle, as Ludwig was resting his sleeping head on Ivan's shoulder. Ivan closed his eyes, letting himself slip off into slumber.