Alfred watched as the color drained from Germany's face. He watched as he nervously answered the phone, walking off to talk in peace. He watched his not even a moment passed before Germany ran back into the room, seemingly scared out of his witts.

"Canada, Russia us coming over!" Most of the nations grew alarmed, leaving Alfred and the band to wonder what was so bad. Dimitri especially wished to meet the personification of his homeland, but the nations didn't even batt an eyelash. Each member of the band was grabbed by a nation and was quickly pushed down the hall.

"Alfred, you and the others will hide in the game room. Russia would never go in there and we can't risk hun seeing you," Britain quickly dragged Alfred.

"Huh? What is so bad about Russia?" Alfred asked as England gently tugged harder. They all got into the room and Mexico handed the remote to Ro.

"Hermano, Russia is a scary man. He will hurt you and the others if he saw you with us," the band members grew alarmed at that notion. A sudden pounding at the front door prompted everyone to jump.

"Keep the volume low. We will come get you when Russia is gone," Spain quickly shut the door behind her as Canada went to get the door. The band looked to each other, but obeyed the orders they were given.

After watching three Disney movies, all of the band members were asleep. All except Alfred, who was beginning to get hungry. Not hearing anyone out in the hall, he peaked his head outside the doorframe.

"No one," Alfred smiled as he quietly walked his way to the kitchen, "fuckkkk, I'm hungry. The least they could have done was give us snacks," Alfred mumbled to himself as he entered the kitchen. He looked through the cupboards, finding nothing of interest to him.

That's when a lightbulb went off, he would make a nice warm soup. After all, it must have been cold and he wanted his family to enjoy something about him. Why not show them how marvelous of a cook he was?

Alfred decided he was going to make tomato soup and grilled cheese for the others, giving them a warm and hearty meal. He diced the tomato's nicely and began to heat them up, getting all the aroma from them. He added diced onion, chopped garlic, and salt. Once it came to a boil, he put the food in the blender and began to purée the tomatoes with herbs and oil, adding a dash of sugar and some basil leaves. He then strained the mixture back into the pot and began to boil it, working on the grilled cheese.

Out of habit, Alfred had begun to sing as he cooked. The aroma of yummy soup and warm grilled cheese began to waft into the halls, effectively getting a certain Russian's attention.

Ivan was walking down the halls as he left the library, slightly more annoyed then when he first arrived. You see, he wanted to work on his social skills a little. Seeing the large family was rather accepting, he thought he would give it another try. He had been trying to become friends with Canada for decades, hoping it would blossom into a loving relationship. But, alas, Matthew still hated his guts and soul.

Then, the smell hit his nose. A smell all too familiar with him, as he grew accustomed to the smell a very long time ago. He began to run towards the aroma, beginning to pick up singing as well. A voice he once knew as the boy who was his first friend.

"Maska?! It couldn't be! He would have died centuries ago!"

Ivan finally arrived at the kitchen, seeing Alfred flip a sandwich. He looked Alfred up and down, seeing so many similarities between Maska and this man.

Unaware they were in fact the same person.

"Vanyaaaaa!" A small boy in deerskin ran up to the young Ivan, making him turn around and smile.

"Ah! Hello there Maska! Have you come to play again!" the small blonde with sapphire eyes giggled as he nodded, grabbing Ivan's hand.

"Yes! I may play until the moon comes out! Mama says the moon is full tonight, so it will be brighter!" Maska smiled as he dragged Ivan off. The two spent hours running around the barren field and laughing. The two finally stopped and laid in a clearing, looking over a large sunflower patch.

"Maska, what are those?" Ivan asked, pointing.

"Those are what my mama calls happy flowers. They are also called sunflowers. They are very bright and give a lot to my people. They symbolize the gift of our harvest, plentiful bounty, warmth, and loyalty,"

"They are pretty, just like you," Ivan commented, making Alfred blush.

"Vanya!" Maska slapped Ivan and looked away, making Ivan laugh more, "I'm not pretty!"

"Da, you are. So pretty that one day I want to make you all mine! You are like a sunflower to me, you are so bright and give me warmth! You are like a harvest to me, because you give me everything I need! I wish we could be together forever!" Ivan hugged Maska close, giving him a kiss on the head.

"I'm going to miss you when you go away, but we can still play when you come back to visit!" Maska smiled and nodded, as Ivan looked down at him with a sad smile.

At the docks, Alfred gave a sunflower to Ivan with a small carved necklace.

"I will miss you, my baby sunflower," Ivan smiled as Alfred blushed again.

"I will miss you too, Vanya," the ship's captain came to them.

"It's time to go now, Ivan," he said in a low gruff voice. Ivan nodded and began to tear up, clutching his gifts as he turned to Maska.

"Goodbye, Maska,"

"Until we meet again, Vanya," Maska smiled and kissed Ivan's cheek, watching with tears falling down his cheeks as the ship distanced itself from the shore.

Ivan felt tears brim in his eyes as he saw those beautiful eyes that belonged to his first friend. He felt his throat catch a sob as he heard Alfred's singing, his familiar sunflower hair bouncing around. Alfred had taken the tomato soup off the stove to cool, the vent sucking up all the steam. He couldn't hold it in anymore, feeling his heart smash.

"Maska?" He whispered. Alfred dropped the spatula at the sound of him being called by his old name. He slowly turned around and looked Ivan up and down, taking in everything.

The pale skin, the ashy blonde hair, the painful amethyst eyes, and the flowy pink scarf. Alfred felt tears come down his cheeks now as he stared at Russia, sniffling as he picked up the spatula.

"Vanya?" Ivan ran to Alfred and embraced him tightly, repeatedly kissing his head and face. He hugged Alfred's waist and began to feel the familiar warmth return to him.

"I have missed you my baby sunflower!" Ivan nearly shouted as he hugged Alfred again.

"Dear God, Vanya. I missed you so much!" The two continued to hug tightly before releasing each other. Ivan looked down at Alfred's curvy waist and smirked, the devil in his eyes. Alfred knew that look and began to pale, "Ivan, no,"

"Too bad!" he grabbed Alfred's waist and began to harshly tickle him. Alfred fell to the floor, knocking over the now cool soup onto his body. His screams of joy and terror echoed throughout the hallway.

"Ahhh! Stop it! Come on!!! Stop!!!" Alfred screamed as Ivan tickled him more. The two laughed hysterically, but unfortunately the scream was taken out of context for the rest of the family.

France, Britain, and Spain shot up from their seats and ran towards the shouts. Hungary and Switzerland grabbed their weapons and quickly followed, while two other elder family members joined well. Prussia and Scotland grabbed the pokers from the fireplace, ready to attack as they left the library.

When they all got to the kitchen, all they saw was red liquid all over the floor, a stream of it leading to Alfred. Who at this point was crying from being tickled as Ivan laid on top of him. Prussia felt something inside him snap as he ran forward, prepared to stab Ivan through the heart. But Ivan caught the poker, smiling a real smile at the albino.

"Jou sick freak! Vhat have jou done to mein awesome nephew!!!" Prussia yelled as he yanked the poker out of Ivan's grip. France and England knelt by Alfred's side as Spain tugged Ivan off her son.

"¿!Mijo, estas bien¡?" She shouted as she helped him sit up.

"Mon petit lapin, did zat monster 'urt you?!" France gently brushed Alfred's face.

"Bloody hell, what happened to you?! Where is the cut?!"

"Cut?" Alfred asked as he looked down and saw the tomato soup all over him, "God dammit, Vanya! You made me spill my soup!!!"

"Sorry, my baby sunflower," Ivan chuckled at the fact his handsome childhood friend cursed. Alfred's brow irked as he flicked some soup onto the Russian man, "ack! Maska! It feels gross!"

"Well thanks to you, I'm covered in it!"

The group looked between the two men, severely confused. Alfred stood up and groaned, sticking out his hand for his parents. He helped all three of them up and then Ivan, smiling at the larger man.

"It would seem that you are like us, da?" Alfred blushed and nodded, "and here I thought back then I had fallen in love with a human. I knew I was not foolish," Alfred blushed and punched Ivan playfully.

"Shut up! I thought the same thing!" Alfred chuckled as he blushed, the group now wondering the same thing.

What the ever loving fuck were these idiots talking about?