Ivan kissed Vanya and Al's forehead gently. "Goodnight, Маленькие путешественники. I love you."
Vanya made a soft noise and reached for Ivan, who chuckled and left the room, switching off the light.
Alfred was in the bedroom, playing some video game on their TV. Ivan hugged him from behind.
"Alfred…"
Alfred leaned back into the touch and paused the game, smiling up at Ivan. "Hey… Are they asleep?"
Ivan chuckled and kissed Alfred gently.
"Da. They are both in bed, and asleep."
Alfred hugged Ivan tightly and the Russian picked him up quietly, putting him on the bed. Ivan laid next to him and smiled at his lover.
"It's been a long time…" Alfred said, yawning quietly.
"It has been," Ivan agreed.
Alfred nuzzled Ivan's neck, and Ivan wondered if he was remembering all who had left.
Hungary.
Prussia.
Spain.
Most of the old world was gone.
England.
France.
Ukraine.
Belarus.
Lithuania.
Lithuania.
Lithuania.
Ivan sighed and pulled Alfred closer to him. Alfred was a poor substitute to the small, brown-haired boy who had opened his arms to him soon after the fall of the Union. They loved each other.
Russia still loved him.
Russia knew that America didn't love him.
America must not love him.
America was not allowed to love him.
If America loved him…. Russia would have to face the fact that he was a replacement – and a poor one.
So those sleepy words must be a lie.
I love you.
...
A/N: This will continue... So, basically, most everyone expect America and Russia have died off, and Russia's really in love with Liet, and not America, but they're both married and have children. Which will be complicated.
