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Chapter One – Love Me When I'm Gone

Alfred wasn't one to give up in the face of terror, nor one to back down from a fight. So even when he was punched repeatedly by that damn bully, he wouldn't surrender. Alfred wiped the blood from his mouth, "I could do this all day..!" The bully scoffed at him, swinging at him with his full brute force and managing to knock the skinny Alfred into the trash cans behind him. His cowlick bounced a moment and then drooped, the strength he had finally leaving him. The bully stood up grandly and began to laugh, only to be suddenly pulled backwards and slugged in the face. Alfred could manage a small smirk at hearing the crack of bone, watching his savior push the bully onto the floor and press the heel of his boot to the guy's neck.

"Ne smey snova prichinit' yemu bol'," his savior spat in his mother tongue, voice low and pale eyes glowering. The bully whimpered, curling over on his side when his savior removed the boot. After making sure the threat was eliminated, he loosened the tension in his stance and trotted over to Alfred's position on the muddy floor. "Sometimes," he began, squatting down to Al's eye level. "I think you like getting punched."

"No Ivan," Alfred coughed, letting the man rub at his bruises and wounds. "I just, I like watching you save me." Ivan frowned, though amusement glittered in his pale blue eyes. He lifted Alfred to his feet, and made sure the scrawny kid could stand before letting him go. Alfred eyed Ivan in his crisp American uniform, remembering why the taller man wasn't accompanying him that day. "Did you get y-your orders?"

Ivan hesitated a moment, looking down before perking up again. "Da, the 107th, I believe." Alfred smiled, albeit a bit sadly since he wouldn't be seeing his only friend for a long time. He noted it was kind of obnoxious for the American military to draft a Russian immigrant, but desperate times called for desperate measures (and they were playing nice-nice with the Soviet Union currently, both just trying to get through the war alive). "Anyways," Ivan snapped Al out of his thoughts. "It is last day for me, would you like to go somewhere?"

Alfred brightened up and nodded. "Sure, we're we heading Sergeant Braginsky?"

Ivan grimaced, "Please don't call me that, Alyosha." Alfred giggled and coughed slightly as the cornsilk-blonde fingered the newspaper in his hands. "How about we go to… the future?" Alfred's eyes widened with curiosity, as did his smile.

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After cleaning up and changing into nicer clothes (though Ivan still wore his uniform, to Alfred's amusement), the duo set off to visit the World's Fair. It was nighttime so everything was all lit up for everyone's eyes to feast upon. Every attraction was spaced out so it seemed like a fun theme park, something that was scarce those days; interesting and extraordinary contraptions were around every corner, and truth be told, Alfred had never seen so many excited people in one place. At some point Ivan had picked up two damsels to create a gender balance in their entourage, the girls giggling and being all around girly. Alfred mostly rolled his eyes and moved on to the next attraction, though he always kept an eye out for his Ivan. He wasn't sure what he'd do if he got lost, honestly. Eventually little Alfred was tapped on the shoulder, Ivan leaning down and asking, "Do you want to see something cool?" Al looked up and nodded, childish curiosity evident in his bright blue eyes. Ivan stood up straight again, smiling as he fixed his hair and adjusted the cap on his head.

They went over to a show that was making the most noise, Alfred skipping behind Ivan as his damsels crowded around him. Over the heads of the many people that were already there, Al could see a famous man known as Howard Kirkland. He motioned to an odd looking car with ladies posing around it, the sound of his accented voice hard to hear over the crowd, "Now I present you something that you'll see in the near future!" Suddenly where the wheels of the car would be, light was emitted and the car began to hover in the air. Alfred stared with amazement, up until the car crashed back down to the ground; his face fell, disappointed as Mr. Kirkland cringed. "Well, I did say in the future, didn't I?" Huffing, Alfred turned to leave and caught sight of an Uncle Sam poster. He slunk into the crowd, mind set on the military again, not having a second thought about leaving Ivan for the first time that night.

Alfred had wandered, eventually finding himself staring sadly at a cardboard cutout of a soldier, the hole where he'd put his face a tad too high for him. "Alyosha-!" A distinctly Russian voice rang out from somewhere behind him, followed by huffing and heavy footsteps getting closer. Al was wrapped in his only friend's large arms, Ivan stuffing his face into Alfred's hair. "I thought I'd lost you for a moment, huff…" He trailed off as he realized what his scrawny buddy was staring at. Ivan forced Alfred to meet his eyes, "You not thinking of trying again are you?"

Al shifted uncomfortably, but quickly regained his confidence. "So what if I am?" After a moment of hesitation, he added, "I don't want you to have to win the war without me!" Ivan blew out of his nose forcefully, setting his cap on the floor and running a hand through his pale, silky hair.

"Alyosha, you know it is not safe…" The larger man frowned, knowing that Alfred had already made up his mind. As much as it irritated him, he could not always be there for the sickly kid. There was a momentary lull in the conversation.

"You gotta go soon, don't you?" Alfred mumbled eventually, staring melancholy into Ivan's pale eyes. The Russian nodded, standing up and straightening his uniform; he set the cap back on his head lowly. He stepped back and gave Alfred some space.

"Oi, Alyosha," he started with a lighter air about him. "Don't do nothing stupid until I get back, okay?"

Alfred smiled softly, "How could I, if you're taking all the stupid with you?" Ivan sighed exasperatedly.

"Pank."

"Jerk."

With a final tip of his cap, Ivan was gone.

Note: The chapter title is a reference to a 3 Doors Down song oWo. I dunno how long I'm gonna continue this, but most likely to Civil War ahaha. There aren't any good Avengers/Captain America crossovers with Hetalia, so I decided to give it a try. And you know I'm a sucker for remaking movies (see Frozetalia). ;D Most of the chapter titles will be obnoxious and sarcastic, this is the only normal one probably.

~EpicFroggz