A/N: I haven't written a chapter fic in a long while so forgive me if this will be a bit dislocated and confusing. (it's not like I was ever a good writer anyway) Historical context are not accurate this is all fiction. As I was researching I wondered why this pairing isn't at all implied by Himaruya I mean lol…..

Originally written for the kink meme it currently has 5 chapters but I don't know if its any good or not since I did not get any reviews there. SO please read and review! It will greatly help and motivate me!

Chapter 1: Unacceptable

Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty. - Wendell Phillips/ Thomas Jefferson

"Sir, the Ottoman has got the upper hand-"

"That damned bastard!"

"We've got no choice but to surrender!"

"Surrender is not an option."

The sun shone brightly above the sky but the weather was cool. The wind brushed against pale skin and wild chocolate brown hair, its owner sighed. He stood up and brushed dusts away from his clothes. He walked slowly taking in his surroundings, not a lot has changed seven years since 1821. Indeed he was independent, but his freedom was not really freedom. It was a cage enclosing him, hurting him. He kept on walking as if to look for an escape. Something he would never find because he was a country, and every country was encaged forever either by another country or their own people.

He kept on walking anyway, as he has been doing in the past few weeks only stopping to rest. He felt he was being called by something. A call of fate maybe if one wanted to call it that. The winds had gotten chillier as he moved forward but as it got colder it was as if he was getting closer to what was calling him, to what he was looking for.

A tall scarfed figure appeared as if by magic in the barren land he was standing on. His sandy blonde hair reflecting the sunlight and his pale skin glistening. Heracles stood in awe at the sight of the stunning form who seemed out of place yet fit in just right.

The figure smiled at Heracles it was neither filled with joy nor sadness, it was almost as if it was empty. Purple amethyst eyes examined him, so deep as if one would fall down to eternity if one stared at them. Silence surrounded them and the space between them seemed to swallow up everything due to the awkward tension. The quietness remained until the taller one spoke up.

"Nice to finally meet you, little one."

"I'm not little…" The smaller one grumbled.

The tall one smiled, a bit more mischievous than before, he had heard of this country, not exactly newly born but is inexperienced in big wars, a newly liberated country. His scarf slightly dancing in the wind the taller man closed the space between him and Heracles. He held one bandaged hand out as if coaxing his companion to shake hands. Heracles looked at the hands stretched out before him before slowly raising his hands to hold it. He shook it without thinking that it would be the beginning of a long lasting relationship with this nation. Ivan smiled.