"You're everything I hate."
Alfred murmured. The television right in front of him was producing soft noises.
It was a live broadcast featuring the raising of Russia flag. The communist flag that Alfred once hated the most had ceased to be a recognized national flag.
Nice one, he told himself.
The villain had dissolved. The greatest problem gone. He could quit the tiresome and seemingly endless fight to prove the best ideology.
Alfred laughed out loud, but something warm flowed out from his eyes, immediately turned cold in the air-conditioned room.
Oh no. You're everything I love.
It was not very long after December 25th 1991.
Alfred stared at the violet-eyes nation in front of him.
His lips moved, but nothing audible come out.
"Are you still the Ivan Braginski that I know?" Alfred managed to keep this question to himself. He did not attempt to ask out loud, perhaps because he knew the answer would not be to his favor.
Something deep inside his heart screamed that this Ivan is different with that Ivan.
But…come on, how different could they be? Same name, same look, same voice.
When Ivan smiled gently and sweetly to him, Alfred knew that something was different.
"I'm Ivan Braginski, nice to meet you."
No you're not. You're not him.
Well, at least the smile was different.
And that was all that matters.
A/N: I particularly favored this part of history for some reasons… In this drabble, Soviet Russia is not the same as Russia. Anyway, if there is any grammar error, feel free to point out :) Thanks!