Author's note:

Okay so I know I haven't uploaded anything in like forever and a half and I am very sorry about that. I have had different things going on and I haven't been inspired to really write anything. Well I was going through some of my old fanfics and realized I didn't have this one uploaded so here it is. I promise I will work on other fanfics later if any of the people who where keeping track of my stuff still are. I'M SORRY TO ALL! ~Hungary_chan (aka Ludwig)

Ivan and I used to be so close, but ever since the end of WWII he avoids me like the plague. I have tried talking to him, but things happened like the cold war. I dont blaim Ivan for taking bruder. I guess it's a way to show me he still hates me. Although that was sometime ago. I still think about Ivan everday, about his sweet kisses and warm arms. I wonder if he still loves me...?

I shook my head and try and concentrate. What am I doing, this is a world conference. I still couldn't help notice Ivan. His beautiful purple eyes. I used to spend many nights just staring into those violet eyes. When I noticed him looking back I turned away.

'Mein gott did Ivan just smile at me? That sweet heart melting smile? Gott Ivan why do you tease me so?'

The rest of the meeting passed in a blur. I didn't even notice when Alfred got up talking about stupid stuff like global warming. After the meeting I quickly head to my room not wanting to see anyone right now. Unfortunatly on my way there I ran right into Ivan. I landed on the floor and quickly got up.

"S-sorr- Oh hallo Ivan"

"Privet Ludwig you look well, enjoy the meeting?"

I smiled up at him quickly standing up trying to fight back the small blush. He was actually talking to me?

"Um... Ja England gave a good talk."

I had to think of what ever happended during the meeting, I really hoped that England really did get up and talk... Ivan chuckled softly.

"Ludwig I am going to get some drinks, would you care to join me?"

I of course said yes, my heart racing hard and fast. I told him I was going to change then meet him in his room. Once in my room I searched through my whole suitecase looking for something that might look good. I was unsure of why I was worrying about how I looked, but it was for Ivan. The man I still loved. I found myself dreaming about him very often wishing I had him by my side. I find it funny how we can go through so much, yet still love a person. Through the good and the bad. There had been so much bad between him and Ivan, that it was almost hard to remember the good days. The days when he would hold Ivan humming a soft lullaby not caring of war, or poverty. It was almost as him and Ivan where just normal humans.

I tried to fight away the thoughs of what would be if I where just human instead of Germany. Would things be better? Would me and Ivan been split during the war, because we where of mixed cultures? During the war I heard of a man who had a Polish wife, when the Gestapo had killed his wife and thrown him in jail for treason against the Führer Hitler himself. He would have been forbiden to even see Ivan for being a man, let alone mix culture. He hated having to always keep the love of his life a secret, or having to pretend Ivan was a female named Anya. I looked up at the clock realizing I was an hour late.

"Gott he is going to think I am not coming..."

I quickly grabbed a random shirt and pants throwing them on not caring how I looked as I rushed out of the room heading three floors up to Ivan's room.