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(Starting right before the flashback as if it never happened)

Ivan smiled a bit, now he's standing here in the summer... but was sadly alone. He turned around shaking his head. "That was either the best thing I ever did, or I made the worse disition in my life... none of the less that was the happiest day in my life." Ivan said to himself.
A couple of minutes later he entered the house locking the door behind him. "It's so strange to lock this door, usually Francis does this when he come back home from work." Ivan said and went upstairs and looked in Francis' room. He left a lot of stuff so he has to come back no matter what happens. Ivan sat down on his bed thinking about so many times that things had happen in it. It made the Russian blush and walk out. He went into his room and laied down on his bed looking up and thinking. It was about three o'clock for him, no luck of sleeping.
"Times like this I feel like Feliciano when he has bad dreams about Ludwig forgetting about him. I wonder if it's a common things that couples think about." Ivan tilted his head thinking. "I guess I may never know, I should ask Feliciano what he does to sleep when he has such bad dreams."
Eventully Ivan had fallen asleep but it didn't last long. He woke up heart thuding quickly, he looked around to make sure that was only a dream. He looked over at his alarm clock that showed that it was about five-thirty am. Ivan sighed stomach beging to tighten and cramp up. Ivan got up and ran to the bathroom throwing up what little food he's been eating. "God... I don't feel well... I hate these random sicknessess, if I was a girl you'd think I was going to have a baby."
He made his way into his living room and sat down turning on the television. "I guess some people wake up this early to go to work, I guess I can too." Ivan muttered flipping through chanels that he didn't understand. French was Ivan's third language he knew, and wasn't so good at it yet. First was Russian, then it was English, mainly because of Alfred, but it's come in handy talking to Arthur. At lest Arthur would learn another laguage, wouldn't be happy but would still do it. Alfred on the other hand, he says any hero only needs to know English and that's all he should know. Most everyone just thinks he's too lazy and wouldn't be able too. His little brother know French and English at lest.
Ivan sighed wanting to text Francis, but the chances are that he's busy or is sleeping. Although he's been known to stay up for nights without any sleep. Doctors say he has a sleeping disorter, maybe Ivan was getting it too. No Ivan was just worried about what could happen. Is there a chance that he'll want Arthur back? That was the main thing going on in the Russian's head. He laied down on the couch not wanting to think or feel anymore.
He'll worry about things like that later on, he didn't want to deal with it at the moment. His mind was just messing and picking on him now. He yawned and started to drift back to a sleep.
This time he woke up he wasn't crying or hurt as much before he went back asleep. He sat up slowly and looked around light shining on his face. He smiled weakly and stood up heading over to the kitchen. He opened a cabnit looking for anything small he could eat without wasting any of it. He picked up a loaf of bread and put two peices in a toaster and waited. It soon popped out making the Russian jump a bit. No matter how many times he uses the toaster it always gives him a spook. He buttered it and scarfed it down hoping to have a better day then yesterday. Maybe the memories will stop.