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England seems normal on the outside, but is actually being abused. (If you make it not obvious who is abusing him, that would be fine.) Russia, having abused people and seen the effects, notices, and tries to corner him about it and help. But England is having none of it, because Russia is seen as a violent person, so he thinks he'd be letting himself in for more abuse.
Cue Russia genuinely helping, and England being suspicious at first but gradually coping, and finding that Russia is past his insane stage, and is a nice person, if shy. And quite useful to get back at people.
Sorry for taking so long for an update, OP, but here it is~ owo
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Winter.
“You ready?” Ivan smiled at Arthur as he peaked in the student council's room and saw the Brit neatly stacking the papers on the corner. The said blond looked up and hastened to finish fixing everything on his desk. It was no later than a minute later was Arthur ready to lock up the room and nodded to the Russian.
“Sorry you have to wait a while...” Arthur ran a hand through his blond hair, green eyes looking up at Ivan. “You can always go ahead, anyways...”
The taller teen shook his head before giving the president a reassuring smile. “It's fine. I like walking with you.” At that, Ivan saw a faint blush appear on Arthur's cheeks even as the Brit was probably trying hard to suppress it.
Ivan can't exactly point out how or when this started, but it was probably during late autumn did the Kirkland once walked with him going home from school. When he asked that time why he was walking with him, the Englishman shrugged, saying something along the lines of his student council duties done for the day (he was forbidden from working over a certain limit a day by the principal, because of an incident last year) and that he had a whole afternoon free before he was due home. So by the beginning of winter he and Arthur started spending more time together. They usually hung out after school, when the Brit didn't have Alfred Jones or Francis Bonnefoy around to bother them. Most of the time, they would walk to Ivan's home and Arthur would sometimes stay until before dinner time. They never stopped by Arthur's place first, but the Russian let it be - he would not push the blond on the matter.
During the increasing amount of time they spent together, Ivan dared to think that they were becoming... friends. Or at least, close acquaintances. He noticed that Arthur looked at him with less wariness and apprehension and his eyes sparkled more around him like it does around Jones. And once in a while, though it was getting more frequent as the days passed by, Ivan would be treated to a laugh or a full blown grin from the usually sullen teen.
That made Ivan feel... nice.
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This position was starting to get rather familiar, actually.
They were in Ivan's house again, in the living room. An empty tea cup and a mug stood cold on the coffee table, having been drunk dry just half an hour before. And Arthur, Ivan looked down, was peacefully napping on his lap.
The Brit tried to hide his fatigue at first, despite the many times Ivan aw him yawn or rub his eyes.
“Do you want to rest, Arthur?” He had asked him a few days after the initial observation. The student council president had immediately shaken his head to deny, but Ivan had given him a look asking the blond not to lie. After much hesitation, the Brit had conceded.
“I haven't had much sleep lately...” Arthur had admitted. And Ivan could tell the truth of his words by the dark bags under his eyes. “But I'm managing...”
The Russian cupped Arthur's face with one had, fingers tucked in golden locks behind the other's ear and purple eyes stared sincerely at the Englishman. “I wouldn't mind at all, if you take a nap here... I did say this would be a... 'sanctuary' for you, da?”
Arthur blushed rather prettily then, his eyes averting its gaze away from Ivan's and his mouth murmuring, “If you insist...”
At first, Arthur would slouch on the sofa or curl up next to an arm of the couch, a pillow in his arms. But the more often he slept.... it progressed to the Briton's head on Ivan's shoulder and on to Ivan's lap.
He may not have said anything, but Ivan knew this meant Arthur was starting to trust him a little bit more... And that made Ivan feel strange in a good way.
When Ivan thinks about it, now, with Arthur on his lap... This wasn't about trying to help just a victim anymore. Rather, this was about trying to help Arthur now. He knows the aftereffects of such trauma and Ivan doesn't want this haunting the blond's life forever because he -
His fingers stilled from soothingly running through Arthur's hair when the realization struck hi. Ivan stared at Arthur's gentle face as the teen slept - eyelashes barely fluttering and thick eyebrows relaxing and Ivan could feel and hear his breath escaping in sync with the rise and fall of his chest.
Ivan... cared for Arthur.
And he didn't know whether he should be happy or afraid.
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I'm also looking forward to the inclusion of Alfred, though I'm still rooting for Ivan/Arthur~!! Thanks for a great read!!
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“Jerk Arthur~!!”
Neither really had any warning before something tackled Arthur from behind and the blond let out a grunt, stumbling just a bit forward. Ivan just blinked in surprise at the smaller, almost Arthur-clone.
The Kirkland twisted his head to confirm his suspicions and sighed when he saw just who it was. “Peter,” He unsuccessfully tried to pry the smaller arms from his waist. “You're hugging too tight. And what did I say about attacking me from behind like that?”
The younger boy - Peter, his name was apparently - rolled his eyes before loosening his hold and saying, “You said not to, 'it's totally unbecoming of a future gentleman!'” Blue eyes finally took notice of his brother's larger companion. Eyebrows, quite similar to Arthur's (Ivan was amused to note), furrowed together and the boy frowned. “Who are you?!” The Russian noted the younger boy's hold around Arthur's waist tightened protectively.
Ivan smiled, gesturing himself, “I am Ivan, a classmate and friend of your brother...” They never confirmed their friendship, but they wouldn't deny it anyways, if asked.
Peter looked at his brother for confirmation and relaxed slightly when Arthur nodded. However, that did not stop him from further sizing up the Russian. Tugging the sleeve of the older Kirkland's blazer, he whispered to Arthur's ear, “He doesn't hurt you, does he?”
Ivan heard it, but gave no sign of having so.
Arthur shook his head in negative. “No, he doesn't. Ivan is not as bad as he looks, Peter...” The blond whispered back, glancing up at the Russian with an apologetic look and a small smile. Ivan returned the smile.
The next thing he knew, the boy was right in front of him, pointing a finger up at his face. “My name is Peter Kirkland, and you better have only good intentions for jerk Arthur! Or else!”
Peter was being completely serious, and Arthur groaned - much to Ivan's amusement.
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Oh, Peter. |D
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The blond shrugged, sipping on his black tea (Ivan now kept a variety of tea just for the Englishman). “I have five actually, including Peter.”
Ivan hummed, flicking the channels of the television idly. For a moment he paused, before quietly asking, “...Do they know...?”
He felt Arthur stiffen beside him at the question. Much of the time, they avoided talking about the circumstances and Ivan kept the questions to himself. But they both knew the Russian was going to ask things eventually and that he only waited for the appropriate times to do so. Arthur couldn't blame him.
“Peter does...” The blond whispered. Ivan already knew that. “I do my best to keep him out of it, you know, and that's why he spends so much time with his friend, actually. I would never let him get hurt.”
The Braginski's large hand found the Kirkland's smaller one, and held it gently. It was a comforting gesture that Arthur appreciated.
“And the other four? Do they know?”
Arthur snorted almost bitterly. “No, they hate me and I hate them back. Except maybe for the younger twin, we get along fine. But they're in the U.K., anyways. Not that they'll bother with Peter and I...”
“Why is that?” Ivan asked, curious. “Family should always help each other, da?”
“We're 'only half-brothers.' Peter and I have a different mum than they do.” The president couldn't help but flinch at the memories he had of the others. “It's a bit complicated... My dad was having an affair with my mum while still married to his first wife. I was, ah, born before the divorce was even finalized.”
The television was the only sound in the background. Ivan looked wide eyed and surprised, the remote just about slipping off his hand. He didn't mean to stare, really, but he never realized that Arthur's family was... that complicated - especially since everyone in the Academy believes that his private life was perfect, or close to it.
“Oh.”
Ivan didn't ask anything else.
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Uh. The other four brothers would be Scotland, Wales, Ireland and Northern Ireland. Northern Ireland would be the "younger twin" mentioned, of course.
Is this story complicated enough?
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Hmmm, I like Arthur's family set up. Its believable, very much so actually. I'm happy that this is so well planned out. Thanks for the speedy update! I'm glad I checked back!
I think its just right Writer!Anon!
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So cute! I'm liking the relationship they're having at the moment, just working off any tension and suspicion. So adorable!
I can't wait to see the next parts~ ^ ^
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Christmas was soon, and he wished to give Arthur something, but he didn't know just what. Lying down on his bed and staring at his ceiling, he contemplated. What would be a good gift to give...? Now, Ivan was never one to give heartfelt gifts to someone, but he wanted something special for Arthur...
It wasn't until three days later did he realize he had the perfect gift all along. Ivan would have slapped himself, if it was characteristic of him to do so.
Immediately after having that particular epiphany, the Russian took out his phone and dialed a familiar number.
“Hello, sister? It's me, Ivan. I'm sorry for calling you during your class trip, however, if you don't mind, it's about a certain item you bought a while back...”
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Arthur's fingers have been littered with band aids the past week, Ivan noticed. He heard Jones ask about it once, and Arthur's face flushed in embarrassment and replied that “It's just some project I'm working on, that's all. Now mind your own business, you twat! We've got work to do!”
It made Ivan really curious.
“You are working on a 'project' if your fingers are bandaged up like that, aren't you?” Violet eyes looked at green eyes with genuine concern.
Arthur nodded jerkily in reply. “Nothing to worry about.” The Brit gave him a rare full-toothed grin, and his eyes sparkled happily. “It's for Christmas, even though I generally don't celebrate it as much as others do.”
Ivan hummed, smiling at the Englishman's expression. “Ah, okay.”
And he let it drop. If it made Arthur happy, it was nothing to be worried about.
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Can you guess what they're giving each other? :DD
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Ivan wrapped the scarf around his neck a little bit more. One of his hands clutched a wrapped box carefully, as not to damage it or anything. By the time he arrived at the designated place, Arthur was already leaning against the monkey bars, a gift bag held protectively in his arms, and kicking idly the snow by his feet.
“Arthur!” The Russian greeted, smiling as he approached. The Brit waved in reply, a small smile also on his face.
They sat on a cold bench, their bodies lightly pressed together for warmth - it was snowing quite a bit that day. Arthur looked nervous about his gift, his gloved fingers tapping the bag from time to time. Ivan then offered to give his gift first.
He handed the Kirkland his wrapped gift, smiling when Arthur frowned at feeling the not-so-smooth surface of the box. “Go on,” Ivan encouraged. “Open it!”
And when Arthur did and saw what it was, the blond sucked in a breath and his eyes began to get moist. It was the music box he had seen in Ivan's house - the one that was identical to his mother's. Hand's shaking, he opened it and heard a clear tune and saw a figurine of a blond woman spinning around. And there, on the cover of the box, revealed a picture of Arthur's mother and him from nearly five years ago (Ivan guessed).
“I-Ivan.. I can't - “ He choked, tears already at the edge of his eyes. “This is - this is too much, I can't possibly...”
A large hand resting on top of Arthur's own silenced the Brit. Green eyes looked at Ivan's soft expression and the student president bit his lip.
“I want you to have it.” Ivan's smile never faltered. “And I'm not taking 'no' as an answer. You understand, da?”
Ivan gave Arthur a couple of minutes to admire the fixed music box. At first, he thought he would only be able to fix the music, but by chance he found the figurine in a shop. And before that, he had run into Peter, who was more than happy to oblige his spontaneous request for the picture, especially since it was for Arthur (“Well, if it makes jerk Arthur happy since it's for a gift and all, why not? But you've got to buy me ice cream as payment!” Peter had said). And in seeing Arthur so touched was worth whatever trouble he went through with the grumpy old man he asked to fix the box.
When it was time for the other to give the Russian his present, Ivan was amused to see a disgruntled and embarrassed expression on Arthur's face.
“Seriously, giving me a gift like that...” Arthur huffed. “Makes me feel my gift is inadequate to match up to it, no matter how hard I worked on it. But whatever! Here you go, Merry Christmas.”
The larger teen chuckled and opened the gift bag to see some sort of... cloth? Curiously, he took the article out of the bag and felt through his gloved the knitted quality of it. He spread it out and saw it was a blue, red, and white scarf - the design quite similar to the Russian flag.
Seeing his surprised look, Arthur coughed and flushed. “I'm better at embroidery and I've never knitted for anyone but myself before... so it may not be the best. But I thought since you always seem to wear that scarf all year around that you might like another one and - argh, if you don't like it, just tell me.”
Ivan found himself shaking his head fervently. “No, no, no!” He said before flashing a bright smile. “I like it very, very much. Thank you, Arthur.” He immediately shed his plain old scarf and replaced it with Arthur's handmade one with great pleasure.
He saw the Brit blush and the expression was highly reminiscent of the one he had when Ivan ate his (terrible) scones.
He decided he quite liked that expression on Arthur.
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Aaaand in the next part, something happens after a snowball fight. You figure it out. : )
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Snowball fight? Sounds fun! And I would guess, but I'm bad at guessing, so... I'll wait and see!
Thank you very much for filling this! ^ ^
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Thank you for making this request, OP.
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can't wait for the snowball fight ;D
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I was so happy to see that this was updated after my "Ugh" day of work. Thanks a lot. :D
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So, money, beer, firstborn, all yours. ♥
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