The Nightmares

Chapter 9 : The Scarf

I've decided that I'm not even going to bother with a set time to update, schedules have never worked very well for me anyway.

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Dinner had passed uneventful, and all the countries wandered back to their rooms, some with company but others just by themselves.

Alfred and Ivan decided to stay back and help clean up when they noticed that England and France had disappeared, and Ukraine gladly accepted the help.

So they were all in the kitchen, Alfred and Ivan elbow deep in water and soap, and Ukraine drying the dishes and putting them away in the shelf. Alfred made a quick joke that caused the others to laugh and that's when he decided to remove his hands from the water, and with the flick of a wrist, water splashed all over Ivan's face.

Russia stood in shock for a second, standing there with his eyes closed and his arms still in the soapy water. Ukraine raised her hand to cover her mouth, then burst out into laughter and keeled over, clutching her stomach with her other hand.

Ivan smirked evilly at Alfred before cupping his hands in the water and launching it out and towards America. It completely soaked him, his white t shirt becoming see through and his hair sticking to his face.

America grabbed one of the soup pots, and swiftly filled it with water. Ivan saw what he was doing, grabbed onto the situation and began to copy his actions.

They both ended up having a stand off with two large pots of water, neither of them standing down. They held defensive stances, ready for the other one to make the first move.

Russia reached for his scarf to remove it, but paused momentarily, hesitating.

And that's when America threw his water.

It covered Ivan head to toe, it had completely soaked him, but it had a weird orangey tint to it. Alfred had failed to realise that his pot was the pot with the leftover soup inside, he had just watered it down very slightly.

Ivan looked down at his scarf, and dropped his pot of water onto the floor when he saw the soup layered over the normally white, fluffy texture.

He was stuck between lashing out in complete and utter anger and bursting into a puddle of tears, so he decided to do both.

"Oh my god, Ivan I'm so so sorry!" Alfred gasped. He reached his hand to cover his mouth and took a step back.

The tears started before Ivan could even think about it, running down his cheeks like an unstoppable waterfall. He reached his arms out and went to lunge for Alfred, shouting in fluent Russian. A pair of hands grabbed his shirt though, keeping him back.

"Vanya no! He didn't mean to do it! He didn't know!" Ukraine shouted, moving her arms to wrap around Russia's waist. Ivan looked at Alfred, and saw the complete shock on his face.

Alfred hadn't expected Ivan to lunge at him.

"M-my scarf." Ivan whispered. He lowered his arms to lay limp by his sides as he stared at his scarf in disbelief. "It's ruined." The tears got worse, coming out and trickling down his chin. A sob escaped his lips before he could hold it back so he held his mouth to muffle the sounds.

"I-its okay! I'll clean it! I'll clean it myself!" Alfred cried, moving towards Ivan to take his scarf off. He had gripped his scarf in his hands when Ivan stopped him.

"N-no! Not you!" He cried, holding onto his scarf for dear life. Alfred couldn't see, he just couldn't.

"I'll take him Alfred, do not worry." Katyusha intervened, grabbed Ivan's arm and pulled him out of the room. They fled down the hallway, Ivan still pouring his eyes out.