Hello once again. :D
Before we start, I'd like to give thanks to my lovely RP partner Usagi323 for co-writing this fanfic with me. It will have multiple chapters, so don't worry about whether or not it's just a one-shot. It's going to be a full length story. This is only the prologue, so this chapter won't be super long. You can expect the other chapters to be twice as long as this one.
Warnings: This fic will contain noncon, violence, language, smut, and maybe a little bit of gore later down the line. You have been officially warned.
Ivan Braginsky was one of the unfortunate souls that roamed the Siberian military camp base. He'd just finished his annual training, having been forced to run a couple miles in the seemingly endless snow without being given a single chance to rest. If you stopped for so much as a couple seconds, the whips of the "trainers" weren't far behind you, licking at your back and exposing your skin to the harsh elements. He was sitting inside of his barracks, his still fairly small 11 year old figure wrapped up in a thick coat with grey and white furs on the fringes, resting after such a hard training session.
The camp he resided in looked like a barren cold wasteland of grey and white. The buildings were gray, the sky was gray, the clothing was gray; everything seemed devoid of life and color here. So whenever he spotted a bright head of shining, sunshine colored blonde hair on a boy that looked to be about his age, his interest was immediately piqued. He noticed that the boy was being led towards his barracks and wondered whether or not he was a new trainee. If he was, god have mercy on his soul, Ivan thought solemnly.
Alfred F. Jones was unusually quiet as he followed behind one of the trainers. When they reached a door that was already open the trainer roughly pushed him inside. "This is where you'll be sleeping kid, now behave and get to know your roommate. Dinner will be in an hour." With that the trainer turned and left. When Alfred was sure the trainer wouldn't notice he turned to his retreating back and stuck out his tongue at him. Alfred then huffed and turned back to face his new home. The walls were white with gray tiled floors; there was a desk and a computer against the wall directly across from the door with a small book shelf next to it. On his right there was an empty plain white bed, with a small night stand that had a clock and lamp on it behind the head of the bed. On the left was a dresser up against the wall, and a bed and night stand similar to the one on the right. the only difference was there was a boy about Alfred's age sitting on the bed. He was pale almost like snow, had a cute big nose, a soft pink scarf that was too big for him, soft looking ash blonde hair, and lovely violet eyes. Alfred smiled awkwardly and waved. "Hi! I'm Alfred F. Jones."
Ivan perked up at the foreign, cheerful voice. He hadn't heard something so…positive in quite a while now. It was then that he noticed that the blonde boy was talking to him, his voice carrying an accent that Ivan didn't recognize. He must not have been from around the area. They must have picked him up somewhere farther out west. "U-Um…privet." Ivan replied shyly. He didn't know who this kid was, so he didn't want to say anything that might provoke him. Despite the glowing smile and the harmless appearance, Ivan had learned that appearances could be deceiving. Just ask the mean boys who used their charm on Ivan so they could get close enough to steal his belongings. Personal items were hard to hold onto in these camps. Ivan was lucky enough to still have his treasured scarf that his older sister had made for him. "My name is Ivan Braginsky." He spoke quietly, his accent a little heavy.
Alfred then full out beamed, seeing as Ivan wasn't apparently as grumpy and mean as the person who brought him here. He then walked over to sit with Ivan on the bed and held out his hand to shake. "Nice too meet ya Ivan! You talk funny and have pretty eyes. I like you!" Alfred declared tilting his head and continued grinning, showing he had no ill intentions when he commented on Ivan's accent. The boy's eyes widened in slight shock at Alfred's exuberance. Alfred then asked Ivan, "What is this place exactly? I kinda zoned out half way through that mean guy's introduction...I know this seems to be a camp of sorts. And that we take normal school morning classes, then in the afternoon and evening we do some sort of training!" Curious, but hesitant eyes burrowed into Ivan's. Alfred didn't want to know, considering how dark and depressed all the other kids here looked. But he knew he needed to know this.
His spirits being dampened at seeing just how oblivious Alfred was to the situation around him, Ivan twiddled with the bottom of his scarf, violet eyes lowered and snowflake like lashes brushing his cheeks. "This is a…training camp located in central Siberia. You were right about what the man told you." Ivan didn't want to damper the blonde's spirits, but he knew it'd be best to tell him what he was in for before the strange westerner found out firsthand. "The training is not easy. You must work as hard as you can every day. Otherwise, you will get punished. The punishment is horrible." He watched as Alfred's eyes widened a bit, taking in the information. Ducking down into his scarf, Ivan hid his grim expression. "You cannot trust anyone here. They will trick you and steal your things. Always eat your food right away. It might be the last you get for a long while if you do not perform well enough. And always, always follow the rules. Be respectful to the guards and trainers no matter what they do or say." Remembering Alfred's earlier comment, Ivan added awkwardly. "Oh, and thank you…for saying that about my eyes. A lot of people are scared of me because of the way I look." It wasn't often that you saw a boy with hair and skin that matched the snow and strange, vibrant violet eyes. People often mistook him for a monster of sort.
To be honest, Alfred was kind of scared now. His sapphire eyes widened in shock and fear for his future. But he also knew he was the hero and Ivan looked even sadder about having to tell Alfred such horrible things. So, Alfred made up his mind he was going to be brave and cheer Ivan up. Putting on his "brave" face he hugged Ivan. "W-well you can trust me! I'm the hero, and I'll be your best friend! I'll protect you the best I can!"
Ivan's eyes widened at the gentle contact. Did Alfred really mean what he said? Would it all turn out to be a big, intricate lie so that Alfred could take advantage of him and his things? Hesitantly, Ivan leaned into the hug. "I think it might be you who needs protecting, Alfred." His name sounded strange on his tongue and his accent slipped out rather heavily on it. But he liked Alfred's name. It was different, and around here, different was good. Seeing that the sun was beginning to set through the barred windows, Ivan pulled away. "You must be tired from travelling." If Alfred wasn't, then he sure was. His legs were sore and aching from all the running he had to do today. Soon, Alfred would learn that feeling.
Tomorrow, he would have to go and face General Winter, the camp's major military authority. Ivan shivered, detesting what he knew would inevitably come. He hoped that as long as Alfred was here, he wouldn't have to go through that sort of treatment. Just one of the many things about being the General's favorite…
Alfred pouted, "B-but I'm the hero! Heroes can't be protected...well unless you were my sidekick, then you could help me protect others and help me if it looks like the bad guy will get me!" His eyes brightened as he got an amazing idea. "Yeah! You can be my side kick, and we'll be friends and help each other forever!" He then yawned at the mention of the long, uncomfortable trip here. But he still felt too scared to sleep alone in this place. "O-oh um, c-can I sleep with you? You k-know to protect you from monsters in closets and stuff!" He asked puffing out his chest to try and not looked scared.
The Russian child blinked, seeing straight through Alfred's tough façade. Alfred was acting like nothing in the world could scare him just few seconds ago. Now here he was, wanting to sleep in Ivan's bed because he was afraid of the dark. Of all the things to be afraid of in a place like this…but Ivan wasn't going to turn him away. He might as well give Alfred whatever comfort they could muster in this prison of theirs. Ivan went along with Alfred's charade. "Da. Spasiba, Alfred. That is really nice of you." He pulled the thin sheets down and discarded his heavy outside clothes. Normally a bed this size would be really cramped if two people were to try and sleep together. But Alfred and Ivan were still children, so they would be able to maneuver their way around in the bed with some ease. Crawling underneath the covers, Ivan lay on his side, waiting for Alfred to join him. The blonde shrugged off his thin jacket and crawled underneath the covers with Ivan. The platinum haired boy could instantly feel a welcoming heat pouring off the blonde. It was a nice change considering he usually woke up shivering in the middle of the night.
Alfred smiled and crawled under the covers, lying on his side and facing Ivan he took his hand. "Friends?" He asked smiling. He really hoped Ivan agreed, Alfred would really like a friend in this god forsaken place.
Ivan hesitates for a little bit, doubt flooding back into his mind. He knew that at any moment Alfred could trick him and run off with his belongings. His food, his jacket, his scarf…but he looks into Alfred's bright aquamarine eyes and sees no hint of malice in them. They're bright and warm as the sun, open with no secrets to hide. It's like staring through an open door. There's nothing horrible waiting behind those pretty blue orbs. He feels around for the blonde's hand, and whenever he finds it, he squeezes it. "Da, friends."
He saw Ivan look hesitant and became afraid that Ivan would reject him. But when those pretty plum colored eyes met his, he saw the mistrust in them fade as Ivan agreed to be his friend. "I don't know what 'da' means, but it sounds like yes!" He giggled and gave Ivan his brightest and happiest smile, and just like that they fell asleep holding each other's hand.
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