Russia then made a split second decision and slammed the door shut right before America had reached it. He smirked at him and stood in front of it, barring Alfred's path. "Got you now."
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He grinned wider still, "I won't hurt you, Fredka~ I promise." He said making an 'X' over his heart. The crazy look in his eye was telling a different story.
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"Don't run away, Fredka~. I want you to stay..." He said in a childlike voice. He looked nervous, fidgeting in his suit.
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"I-I'm sorry...I j-just don't want you to leave...." He murmured, still standing in front of the door. It was clearly visible how unkept Russia was. The mask had been hiding it all.
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"Alfredka...I'm scared...what if you leave? What if i get left alone...again?" He asked, starting to tremble.
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"I don't want to be left alone again, Fredka..." He said softly. Ivan lowered down into a crouching stance and whimpered.
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(I gotta go! Aufveirderzhen.)
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Severus drew another deep breath and yanked one of the dandelions up. He glared down at the weed before throwing it into the fire.
"Why must he be so infuriating?" Snape asked himself, sitting down in his chair. He glanced over at said git's most recent school assignment. Perfect marks. Bloody hell. It was so bothersome. That Potter seemed to never pay attention in class, and yet - he must be cheating. He would confront Potter about that tomorrow; for sure. -
(Hi there! :D)
Ivan looked at him nervously. "Y-You promise you won't leave?" He asked, still keeping back a bit. He was shivering slightly. Russia's violet were wide, he was staring at Alfred without embarrassment. He was watching him. Like a cornered animal, he was watching the hunter. My, how the roles had changed. -
Russia practically tackled Alfred. He hugged him tightly. "Fredka!" He cried, curling into his body. He rubbed his head up beneath the America'w chin, smiling widely.
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"Fredka...do you not like me?" He asked, a slight whimper to his tone.
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(maybe, who knows! They may have spiked up thanks to wanting to impress a certain Potions Master! :D)
Severus stood and walked over to the fire place, grabbing a pinch of floo out of the jar on the mantle. He threw it into the flames and announced clearly, "The Quarters of Severus Snape." Then, he was whisked away in a flurry of green flames.
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The next morning Snape awoke to harsh ringing, which he quickly identified as his alarm clock. He shut it off and began readying himself for breakfast. He didn't shower, not enough time. -
Ivan took his hand, a wary expression upon his face. "I know you're just saying that because you don't want me to hurt you..." He said quickly. The Russian retracted his hand and held it close to himself. "I thought you wouldn't be like the others..." Then, something that only Ukraine had ever seen happened. Russia began to cry. It was the kind of raw and venerable emotion you'd never expect from someone like Ivan.
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"But no one likes me! What's the point?" He wailed clinging to Alfred like he was going to fall. He started to sob, shaking all over.
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(May I join as Russia? I haven't seen any posts from one, so~)
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"Not anymore!" he wailed. "I haven't threatened anyone in ages! They're all remembering WWII! And the Cold War! They don't care how I am now..." Ivan let out a whimper and snuggled into Alfred.
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(oh hi! I figured out my problem! But I would greatly appreciate being Netherlands! :D)
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Ivan looked up from Alfred's chest with an awestruck expression, "R-Really, Fredka?" he whispered. The Russian was still trembling slightly as he sat next to the American.
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"Fredka!" Ivan cried as he tackled the American into another bone-crushing hug. He smiled widely, showing his crooked teeth. His hair was fairly tousled as well.
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"A-Ah! Sorry!" He quickly pulled away from the American. Ivan began checking him over, "Are you ok? Are you hurt?" he muttered nervously. "I'm sorry, I don't know my own strength..."