Luckily for them all, Toni's father had a side business of renting out boats. Also luckily, he was elated about his son's grades, so he happily allowed him to borrow a boat big enough for everyone to fit on.

They sailed off, looking at the beautiful sunset.

Finally, Ivan spoke. "I remember where I saw him last time. We go there, da?"

Arthur nodded, for once in his life not intimidated by the giant Russian. "It's the only lead we have."

Ivan took control of the boat and turned left, stopping a few minutes later.

He walked up to the front of the boat and leaned down, his nose just above the water. "Sunflower, I came back!"

A few seconds later, Alfred popped his head out of the sea, scowling when he saw everyone.

Ivan smiled, lifting Alfred out of the water like he weighed nothing. Alfred became panicked, thrashing violently in his arms.

"No! Don't make me go back! I know I was a jerk to you; I'm sorry!"

Ivan frowned, lowering him back.

"Ivan, you bloody twat! Get him so we can go!" Arthur yelled.

Matthew came up behind Ivan. "Alfie... we won't hurt you..."

Alfred scoffed. "Really? Do you not hear Arthur right now? He just wants to get home and punish me for making him do this with his crush."

Arthur's face went scarlet. "ALFRED  FOSTER KIRKLAND! I AM NOT INTO A BLOODY FRENCHMAN!"

Gilbert smirked. "He never said Frenchman." 

Toni whistled.

Arthur gave him the death glare.

Francis stood near the back of the boat in shock, his face red.

Alfred took this as a chance to swim away, but was stopped by a certain Russian.

Ivan giggled. "Silly fredka, do not underestimate me, da?"

Alfred glared at him.

"This has gone to far." Alfred grumbled. "OLIVER! HELP ME!"

Everyone froze. The sky became pitch black.

Arthur gulped. "Oh no..."