A.N. Hi to everyone! This isn't my first fanfiction but it's my first fanfiction with this account and with these two! The Summary sucks so under there you can find something else before the real chapter. Good reading!

Pairings\Characters: Ivan x Ludwig, a sort of one-side Alfred x Ludwig, hint of FrUk. Gilbert will be very important during the story and Roderich will be there, as well... with the rest of the Soviet Union.

Warnings: Well... at the start of the story we have a sixteen!Ludwig with Ivan, he will grow up but not very soon. Some violent scene (but NOT rape), lemon and Mpreg. Yes, guys, Mpreg but it will come later! Nothing else for now!


[At First Sight]

Berlin, 1960

"Guten morgen, Bruder…" Ludwig Beilschmidt said kneeling before Gilbert's tomb. "I've forgotten the flowers today, I'm sorry", he added with a sad smile on his face. "I'm escaped again, Francis and Arthur say that it's not good for a young boy to spend so much time into a cemetery. I don't even remember you, I know but… I feel safe in this place but none is going to understand me." He made a pause sitting on the pavement not caring if he was going to get his jeans dirty. "Alfred is the only one that tries to understand me, he doesn't say no to me every time! He is a good friend… Arthur and Francis aren't so bad with me but Arthur is always so severe, he was gentler when I was younger and Francis… I think Francis doesn't like me anymore and I don't understand the reason."

It suddenly sounded so stupid: Ludwig was talking with a tomb. A silent, dead tomb, none could answer to him in that place but he didn't have good days ultimately so he felt the necessity to talk with that cold stone, to not feel so alone anymore. To have the illusion that there was someone in that world that cared about him. Roderich had said to him that his brother, Gilbert, had loved him more than himself but Ludwig couldn't remember him. He was only two when Gilbert died. "You can't even answer to me…" He murmured rising on his feet again. "But you're the only one that is able to listen to me."

He turned around and walked away. "Francis and Arthur won't be happy to see me…"


"Where the hell were you?" Arthur shouted when he stepped inside the kitchen. "Are you cooking?" Ludwig asked sniffing the air. "Answer me, Ludwig!" The Brit yelled covering the smoking pot behind him. "I was to the cemetery…" He muttered looking everywhere but the older man's face, "I wanted to stay alone with my brother for a while, I needed to talk with him."

Arthur sighed deeply throwing the wooden spoon inside the full sink, Ludwig sighed deeply shaking his head slowly: the Brit has never been a good housewife! Never! "Can I clean everything before after lunch?" He asked. "No!" Arthur shouted back, "we have to talk about this habit of talking to a tomb-stone."

"I've always did it…"

"And It's always been a problem!" Arthur replied sitting to the table. "Sit down!... Now!" He added quickly pointing at the chair in front of him. Ludwig took off his jacket and obeyed, "Arthur…"

"Shut up! I have a mission for you!"

Ludwig widened his eyes. "Didn't we have to talk about the tomb-stone? And I can't have a mission!"

"Who did say that?"

"You!"

Arthur waved a hand in the air absently. "Forget about it! It is a very important thing: the Frog has forgotten his lunch." Who knows the reason... Ludwig thought smiling briefly, "What do you want from me?" Arthur handed him a little lunch-box smiling brightly, "You have to take the lunch to him!" Ludwig looked at the box in his hands and then at the Brit in front of him. "I think Francis won't be happy to see me and…"

"He will be happy to see his lunch!"

"I don't think so…"

Arthur gave him a very dangerous gaze, "Someone has allowed you to think? No, don't answer! Go! Go! It's late!" The older man grabbed the teenager's arm lifting him on his feet and pushing him out of the door. "I don't even know where he is now!" Ludwig replied opening the house's gate. "Palace of the Government!"

"But it is far away!"

"We've bought you that fucking moped for a reason!"


"Do you want another war?" Alfred shouted hitting his fists against the desk's surface. "Calm down, mon cher…" Francis tried to say resting a hand on the younger one's shoulder. "Answer me, Ivan! Do you want another war?" The American insisted giving to the Russian a hateful gaze. Ivan didn't even move, he stayed on the chair where he was sitting staring at his enemy with a diabolical smile, "Are you afraid, Alfred?"

"Afraid?" The American shouted again. "Of you?"

"Do I have to remember to you that you're talking about a third war in Europe, Alfred?" Francis said in the boy's ear. "You're angry and you're right but you can't lose your patient in front of your enemy, do you understand?"

"Listen to Francis, Alfred. He is older than you and he knows very well what means to be against me. Right, Francis?" The French man didn't answer and Alfred tried to calm himself a little. "But I don't want to talk about our little personal problems, Alfred. To be honest, I don't understand why you've convicted me only because I was walking along your same road. "

"Why did you come to Berlin?" The American asked and Francis relaxed himself when he heard that he was incredibly calm. "This is part of my territory, isn't it?" Ivan said innocently, "I've always loved this city, this state. It's warmer than my house, it's beautiful and it reminds me about the most glorious day of my life." Alfred lowered his gaze. "You piece of shit…" he muttered. Francis coughed a little to cover his voice but Ivan heard him very well. "Do I have to remind to you that we were allies that day?" He asked sarcastically. Alfred gave him another hateful gaze sitting on his seat behind the desk again and Francis chose that moment to rest his back against the nearest wall. "Does our dear gentleman know about my little visit?" Ivan asked suddenly. "Or is he taking care of the little monster?"

Francis looked at Alfred and the younger one stared back at him. "Oui…" The older blond answered, "Angleterre is with the young Germany right now."

"He has always had a motherly side, da?"

"Don't talk about my mate with that sarcastic tone, Ivan", Francis added with colder voice. "We're doing the right thing! We're doing the right thing since Gilbert's death but you've never cared about the boy so stop to call him monster, you don't know him."

"I know that he has destroyed me and you and a great part of Arthur's territories. It's enough for me."

"It's all over fifteen years ago!"

"Not for me!" Ivan replied, his smile died. "I wanted to kill that infant but you didn't have the heart to hurt the poor, innocent Gilbert. After the Prussia's dissolution, we could free the world from him but none wanted to listen to me!" Alfred widened his eyes. "He was only two years old when Gilbert is dead!"

"Da… Two years after his Apocalypse!"

"Ivan…" Francis interfered coming closer to the Russian. "This is your territory, we can't push you away but don't think about Ludwig anymore! It's an order."

"You can't give me orders, my old friend!" Ivan replied laughing briefly. "How old is he, now?" He added looking at the young American. "I saw him five years ago and he was eleven. How old is he, now?" Francis sighed deeply giving a quick gaze to Alfred. "Fifteen… he will turn into sixteen in January."

"18th January, correct?"

Alfred widened his eyes. "Gilbert has chosen it, right? Because the baby has grown up very quickly during the firsts days. He found the little thing during the seventh day of May but the monster looked like a five or six months old baby only two days later."

"He grows up almost like a human child…" Francis commented. "Can we know when will you leave the city?" Ivan laughed again but he didn't have the time to answer: someone knocked on the door but it didn't wait for an answer. The blond boy stepped inside the room calmly holding a little box between his hands, a helmet was hanged to his right arm and a surprised expression appeared on his face when he lifted his blue eyes on the third man inside the office. Francis was the first one to react, "Merde…" he growled turning towards the window behind the desk. "Ludwig!" Alfred exclaimed forcing a gentle smile and coming closer to the teenager, "what are you doing here?"

"I…" Ludwig lowered his blue eyes blushing a little. "Arthur ordered me to give this thing to Francis…" He muttered handing the little box to the American and Alfred nodded. "Sure… the lunch…" Francis moaned slapping a hand against his forehead. Ivan didn't react, at first, he continued to stare at the blond boy in silence focusing on the shadows of his expression, on the impossible innocence of his features. It didn't like what he felt, he hated it with all his heart but he really couldn't help but stare at those pink lips and those blue embarrassed eyes. Perfect, Ivan couldn't think about nothing else staring at that boy in the doorframe and it scared him a little. He couldn't breathe for a long, fatal moment and when he found himself out of air, he lowered his gaze for a while. "I didn't want to bother you…" Ludwig added trying to justify himself. Alfred smiled sweetly but he didn't have the time to answer.

"It's not a bother" The Russian behind him said standing up and coming closer slowly. "It's a pleasure to see you again, at the end." Ludwig found the courage to look up at the Russian man. "I'm sorry but I don't…"

"Ivan Braginski…" The man said smiling and holding out his right hand, Ludwig blushed deeply but he did the same thing. "Ludwig… Ludwig Beilschmidt, sir."

"You're very politely but Ivan will be enough…"

Alfred froze and looked at Francis that looked back at him confused. "The last time I've seen you, you were only a little child but you've grown up very well."

"Thanks, sir… ehm, Ivan."

Ivan smiled and Alfred could see the dark light in his eyes very well. "Adorable…" The Russian commented passing a hand between the young German's gold locks. Ludwig stiffened but that touch ended quickly. Alfred rested a hand on the teenager's shoulder pulling him against his chest protectively. Francis and Ivan didn't fail to notice it and the Russian decided that it was very funny but he said nothing, he only smiled. "When will you come back to Moscow, Ivan?" Alfred asked firmly again. Ivan smiled to him sarcastically and then he focused on that perfect German boy between them. "I will stay a little longer…" He said vaguely coming out of the office. Ludwig said nothing but he couldn't help but follow that strange man with his gaze.

"A little longer…" Ivan smiled diabolically.