F. I. R. E. AND I. C. E.

"Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice."

~Robert Frost~

Fire and Ice are two elements of nature that have confounded men for many centuries.

They are like oil and water… there is no way to mix them. It's nigh impossible some would say, for both cannot live in harmony without one consuming the other in its wake. This is unavoidable, and no man has found a way for the two to coexist.

America and Russia are as Fire and Ice.

One is of the hottest flame, his temper wild, and his emotions unrestrained. He is the avatar of all that embodies freedom. He bows to no will but his own, and will spread where he goes like the fire he represents. With eyes of the purest blue and hair of the fairest grain, his spirit will conquer the winds of the sky and plunder the depths of the sea with his might, a might many have come to both fear and love. America will proudly fly his colors in the wind, unashamed and unafraid.

He is out of many, one.

Then, there is the man of ice. He is of gentle countenance when you first encounter him, an almost childlike bearing in his persona. Let this not fool you, though, for he is a true wolf in sheep's clothing. Inside of him lies a trembling soul likened unto a blizzard, a storm that also consumes everything in its path. Love finds it's home in few places here, for a heart of stone finds it difficult to grow the seeds of affection among it's cracks. This is not to say he has not loved before, but this man will seldom take affection for granted, for it means much in his books.

Especially since he destroys most of which he loves regardless.

Apart from one another, they flourish amidst those of their kind, the personifications. America and Russia stay well away from one another if they can, for they know that their meetings will only end in disaster. It's been this way for many years between them, and it is a fact they know will never change.

They are far too different not to have their disagreements. Their governments… their people…. their personalities… even their very souls are incompatible. They do not match in the slightest form or fashion. By all laws of nature and humanity, they should not even be in the same room with one another for fear of destruction.

So that is why their secret courtship defies logic.

The day that Fire and Ice mixed was a day that both America and Russia will not soon forget. That day was when America felt the chill of the Russian winter on his naked skin, a calm snow that doused his bright flames slightly. Likewise, Russia felt a warmth in those moments that he found he'd never felt before, his companion's fire like a raging inferno that couldn't be tamed. They tasted their opposite that night…. and both found they had cravings for it.

For the first time in centuries, Fire and Ice saw that they had want of one another, of need. The raging inferno waned and wanted the coolness and calm of the Ice, and the Ice wished for the spirit and warmth of the Fire. America and Russia…. were drawn to each other like magnets.

Their love (though purer than many), had repercussions of it's own as the two delved into it's realm of endless possibilities. Their knowledge of one another came at a price. As much as they began to love one another, there was also a dislike, a certain contempt for one another that the two could not erase.

Both could not comprehend how another could get under their skin so much; affect them in such a way. With Russia, it was as though someone had discovered a weakness that not even he knew he had, and it frightened him. He was not supposed to have a weakness…. Superpowers were invincible.

With America, similar thoughts crossed his mind. Though he was young, he knew not of the ways of love and affection, and how they worked. He understood the concept of familial affection, but this was a whole knew world that had been revealed to him. Besides, Russia… was his enemy. He should not be consorting with him like this….

Yet he did so anyway.

Their need and their want were too great.

Thus began the mixture of Fire and Ice.

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