Why Gambling and Sunflowers Ruined my Life

Ivan's too young to be rich..

"Skylar? Are you okay? Skyylllaaaaaar...?"

My head hurt so bad. And where was I? OH GOSH I DIDNT GET DRUNK DID I OH NO IM TOO YOUNG PLEASE

"Oh, that's good. I see you're waking up, Skylar. I think you konked your head, isn't that right?" Ivan said quietly, still wearing that smile of his.

"Yeah," I breathlessly agreed.

"I should of showed you around the house first, I apologize. You shouldn't of been hanging around here," he said, extending his hand towards me. As as our hands touched and I was back on my feet, I started to remember everything that happened last night. The phone call, Nancy Drew, everything. Right there, while my fingers were still intertwined between Ivan's, I decided to do something I should of done a long time ago, back when Ludwig and Gilbert waltzed into my house months ago. Back when Thomas warned me that this was trouble. Back when I arrived at Ivan's house.

I was going to watch Hetalia.

"I gotta go," I said stupidly, and dashed for my room. The whole house was just a blur, with all those dark royal colors. Finally, the walls blurred to brown. I was in my bedroom.

Now, don't get too excited; I didn't watch Hetalia. I stared at my phone, and cowardly put it back on the dresser. What can I say? What would I even use that information for? Besides, "Russia" and "Lithuania" may of been code names. Or they were racist. Same thing..

So, the days after that became a blur. Ivan got asked to go to Italy for some weird representation thing. (and yes. I told him to bring back a souvenir.) Having the house all to themselves, Gilbert and Ludwig took me out to dinner! It was actually really, really sweet. It made me feel like a princess.

"Hey, make sure you don't insult anyone," Gilbert had said while we were there. Immediately, a big frown crossed my face.

"Why would I do that?!" I exclaimed. A teasing smirk spread across his own face even faster than it had mine.

"DUH! It's eazy for you! I just wanna zave your skin, zat's all!" He practically screeched with laughter, and pinched my nose. I realized he was drunk. On vodka.

"Alright, time to go," Ludwig said, realizing of his brother's raging drunkness only seconds after I had. While they both had drank remotely the same amount, Ludwig seemed so much more sober than Gilbert had. Tiiiiiipsy!

"But vhyyyy, Vest?" Gilbert whined, and reached out for "West's" hand. Disgusted, he pulled his hand back.

"I fear you vill drunkenly strip," he responded.

"ZAT'S AN AWESOM IDEA ACTUALLY. WE SHOULD GET FRANCE RIGHT NOW. LIKE RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW."

I never seen anyone tip the waitress, pay the bill and put food in doggy bags so fast. God bless Ludwig. God bless his soul.

The next day, Ivan came back and Gilbert became hungover. It was terrible! Ivan had promised to take me sight-seeing, but now I was sitting in my bedroom awkwardly, eating the fudge Ivan got me. Such a sweetheart, this fudge is kiiiiilling iiittt!

"Hey, Ivan!" I called out. Suddenly, I felt super appreciative of him. He's done so much for me lately. He's given me postcards for Mom (who hasn't said anything, lately). And he's talked to me a lot about that, too. Honestly, I don't understand how Gilbert and Ludwig were scared of him. And, yes. I know that Ludwig is scared of him. It's obvious. Every time I was near them both, I could practically see the disgust in his eyes.

"I'm not going to be able to go to your room right now," Ivan responded.

"Well, then where are you?"