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Another world meeting of absolute importance. Alfred had to put on his happy persona. He was facing a lot of issues. Domestic issues were everywhere and know North Korea. But he was the happy hero right? Right! The meeting started. Alfred hardly payed any attention. But kept smiling. What was it about who knows who cares. He wanted to go home. No one understood how bad he felt. How empty and hollow he felt. He was always trying to do something that backed fired. At home he was glad for the silence. He could think of the deep shit he was in. His country again set off a global recession he was a hero. Fucking heroes were supposed to be perfect. He wasn't. He wanted to be. It hurt him how fake he acted. He could feel his people annoyed with him. Some without jobs or health care. Sick of fighting pointless wars. What was he doing? He grabbed a razor blade. He had been doing this for a while. That is why he always were a jacket. To hide the scars of self hurt. But causing himself pain alleviated what he felt in his mind. The blood ran down hot but cooled and stuck to his skin. He heard knocking. He grabbed his jacket before opening the door. It was Russia.

Ivan always watched Alfred and he figured out one thing. He was miserable. He could tell that his cheer was forced. How could he tell, he to was like that once. And now his smile was empty and cold like a Siberian winter. So why did he come to see America? It was time.

"Ivan come in." the Russian smiled and entered.

"So why are you here?" Alfred was smiling that fake smile.

"You don't have to fake with me. I know that your not happy." Alfred looked confused but cheerful.

"I know I understand." Ivan said putting a hand on the others.

"I... how do you know?" he was now stone faced his voice held no cheer.

"I'm older and smarter."

"It's just I'm hero yet everyone is always so fucking mad at me. And I try I really do but nothing ends up the way I want it. No one gets how just fucking bad I feel not Matthew or even Arthur. I thought when I became my own nation I would be all bad ass and awesome but look at me."

"Yes Alfred, I have been watching you for along time. Here have some vodka." the man took out a bottle and handed it to him. The American drank quickly. "Hey Ivan want to see something?"

"Sure." he took off his jacket to reveal scars. From cutting Ivan was a little surprised but not upset. He got it he was in pain. He gently smoothed his hand on the cuts. America drank more and more of the vodka. He was drunk. He pulled off shirt. Ivan eyed him.

"Come on we know why you wanted to see me. I see you always looking at me." Ivan crawled on top of him and kissed him. He felt the creamy skin. And deepened there kiss. Ivan decided to take off his own shirt. Then Alfred reached for his pants. He rubbed Ivan through his pants. The older nation let out a moan. Alfred undid his pants and then Ivan's. He reached and grabbed Ivan's hard and rubbed it with his velvety fingers. Ivan swatted his hand away pulled Alfred's trousers down applied his lips on Alfred's cock. He began to suck and swirl his tongue. Gaining loud moans. Ivan then decided it was time. He spread America's legs apart and lined himself up. He entered into him. Alfred felt surging pain replaced by a flow of pleasure. His body heated up. As Ivan fucked him harder. Ivan grabbed the couch for leverage as he pounded harder into the blond. Ivan could feel himself getting ready. The ecstasy pouring out into very part of his body he spasmed and felt his hot seed release deep in Alfred. Ivan reached for Alfred's hard cock and pumped him. He but the whole thing in his mouth and sucked it. Finally he felt an explosion of warm liquid that he swallowed down. Ivan wanted to make sure Alfred would remember this so they both fell asleep.

Matthew had been wondering where his brother had been. He was usually running around. He hadn't seen him in a week. He wasn't answering his phone or email. He decided to call Arthur.

"Hello?"

"Arthur it's me Matt."

"Oh, hello what is going on?"

"It's Alfred."

"What did that bloody fool do now?"

"He hasn't done anything at all. I haven't seen him in a week! He won't talk to me not even my emails."

"Calm down I'll do something." he said goodbye to Canada and called Kiku. Alfred really didn't have a lot friends.

"Moshi Moshi?"

"Kiku this is Arthur. Have you had from America lately?"

"No not in about a week is he ok?"

"Will, Canada said he hasn't heard from him but, I'm sure that he is just being a bastard."

"Oh. So are you going to check on him?"

"Yeah bye Kiku."

"Bye." Arthur really didn't want to go all the way to Alfred's house. So maybe he called France they were kinda friends.

"France have you heard from America?"

"Non, why are you so concerned?"

"I'm not all it is just that Matthew is so I guess I should go see if he is alright."

"Oui, how can you let your love, Alfred, go on like that?" he ended the call. Actually he was a bit worried. It wasn't like Alfred at all. He knocked at the door the house was standing. He heard talking and then someone opened the door. It was Ivan.

"Ivan what are you doing here?" the Russian was wearing a pink frilly apron.

"I live with Alfred now da." he smiled.

"What?"