Alfred F. Jones a.k.a the immortal representation of the United States of America didn't keep many secrets from his presidents and other government leaders, he didn't have many secrets to keep from them, once you told somebody that you were the centuries old somewhat human personification of a nation, there really wasn't anything else worth keeping secret.
But this was, this wonderful little thing he had, had to be kept secret or else, or god knows the consequences. This little affair with his country's former worse enemy that had been going on for quite a while, this had to be kept securely under wraps, locked in a safe, then thrown in a ocean. It meant sneaking out of hotel rooms before anyone else was up, keeping a second phone for calls from a certain somebody in case anyone else looked at his other phone and wondered why he was making so many damn calls to Russia, planning short trips when nobody would notice he was gone(a president's reelection campaign was the absolute best, they were just so busy, they didn't even notice he was gone), and if anybody asked him what he was doing during the recent government shutdown he would lie instead of being honest and saying he was venting frustrations about his deadlocked congress between the sheets of a certain bed in Moscow.
But hey, it was so worth it, cause every time he looked at Ivan, the world just narrowed between the two of them, his heart raced whenever Ivan looked at him, and the same organ would just squeeze itself whenever he though of the big guy and all the adorable things he did(like waking him up with kisses, or cuddling with him whenever movies got too scary, or reading out loud too him in that strongly Russian voice while Alfred just cuddled in his strong, protecting arms), also the fact that the guy had a big-you-know-what certainly had it's benefits at bedtime(or anytime really, he was always up for a round, or two). But Ivan did other things for him, things that meant too much that he really couldn't put them in words. Whenever Ivan and him were alone, it was Ivan and Alfred instead of the Russian Federation and the United States of America. He could just be himself, he didn't have to worry about all the stuff that usually haunted him, all those damn issues that faced him as a nation person, or whatever they were called, he just didn't have to deal with them when he was with Ivan, he could just be human, or as close to human as he really wanted to be. Let's face it, he was too pretty to age, Ivan always said he was pretty too. And whenever self doubt and the stress got to him, all it took was Ivan's calming voice and the storm died down.
All this was what Ivan did for him, it was like everyone of those sappy love songs. Alfred couldn't deny it, and he didn't want to. He wanted to scream it out to the world about how much he love that damn man. He couldn't, but as long as he could just be with Ivan, he was content. So yeah he kept a secret from his people, but it wasn't like he was betraying them, he wasn't giving state secrets out, other people were doing that. And he wasn't the United States of America with Ivan, he was just Alfred F. Jones. And wasn't he allowed to have this one thing for him. After all these long years, he deserve this one thing. It's not like they asked if he was in a relationship with anyone anyway. Okay maybe he lied when that congress guy from whatever state asked him what he was doing for some holiday a while back and he said he was staying at home with his cat while really he spent those lovely days up with Ivan in . But hey, when you though about it, America was staying at home with his cat, Alfred would be off doing something better, not that he loved his cat, he loved the fluff ball, but that's not the point. Russia and America could do whatever they wanted, but as long as Alfred had Ivan, everything was okay.