Hey guys~ This is my first ever fanfic, so please review and give me some tips on how to improve~

This could be a one-shot, but I do have ideas for further chapters!

Oh, and can someone tell me if Ivan calls Ivan Fredka or Vanya, I'm kinda confused 0_0

Anyhow, hope you like~

Cold Reunion

Alfreds' POV-

"Well, well. We meet again Vanya," Ivan said whilst pointing his gun in my direction.

"It's Alfred," I growled, doing the same.

I was utterly shocked. I never thought it would come to this. My long time best friend, from my childhood, was prepared to kill me. Just for the sake of his reputation as leader of the Soviet Army.

That was probably also the reasons for my actions as well. As commander of the American side, I'm only in this for my country. I should have been prepared for anything but as I looked into his bright violet eyes, I remembered everything. All the fun things we did, all the times we grew upset over the simplest of things. It was all there, inside my head, at the worst possible time it could have appeared.

*Le Flashback*

As a young lad I was rather mischievous. I never did as I was told, unless my older brother, Arthur, was around. I was forbidden off leaving the perimeters of the property, but I always was a wild one. All I wanted was freedom, especially from the house, which was like a giant cage to me. This was the reason I was able to meet Ivan.

One day I had decided to break the most important rule and go and find something fun to do. So, later on in the day I sneaked past a horse and carriage and out of the gate, ready for adventure. Strolling down a lane, I minded my own business. That was when I crashed into an unfamiliar profile.

"Watch where your going," I wheezed. He was quite heavy.

Violet eyes met my baby blue ones as he scampered off of me, offering a hand to help me get up. I took it.

"Sorry about that," he apologized, his Russian accent quite obvious, "I was in a hurry."

"It's no problem. So what're you called?" I asked, quite curious about who this kid was.

"ah. It's Ivan. Ivan Braginski, but you can call me Fredka."

"Pleasures all mine, Fredka. I'm Alfred by the way."

"Can I call you Vanya. It means sunflower where I'm from," he asked.

"Sure. Why sunflower though. Why not \HERO!," I laughed as I did my signature smile.

"Your hair is gold, like the petals of the flower and I love sunflowers. We're friends now, da?"

"I guess. I have to go home for dinner now, will I see you tomorrow?"

"Da."

"See you then!" I exclaimed as I sprinted back the way I came, I didn't want to be late, Arthur would get suspicious.

Day after day we met each other. They were the happiest days of my life. Until I was found out, that is.

After Arthur realised I was going outside the grounds, he made sure I had someone with me at all times. This was to make sure I never broke the rule again.

I never saw Ivan again after that.

*back to normal*

Now twenty years later we were united, but not in the way you would hope.

One of us had to pull the trigger. After a few moments of screaming silence between us, I gave up and took my gun to my side. I couldn't do it. Not to him...

The last thing I heard was the sound of gunshots and someone shouting my name, before I blacked out.