It was the man he hated most in the world. His blonde hair and blue eyes made this Russian's stomach clench in disgust. Ivan tapped his fingers against the table in the confrence room. He listened to the chatting around the room. Once again he was seated, quiet, and staring at that damned American.

Alfred continued to tease England while chowing down on a hamburger. "Yoohoo~ Iggy have an suggestions?" America struck his "hero" smile. England gave America a scowl and swated his hand away. "Don't call me that you git!" England huffed in response to the stupidity.

Finally the meeting came to an end. Russia had been the last to leave. Well actually he wasn't the one to leave. His hand lightly brushed across the doorknob, not grasping it. Ivan turned from the door and sat back down on his chair.

Propping his elbow up, Russia nestled his chin into the palm of his gloved hand.

C-click

Russia's now lazy eyes moved up to see a bomber jacket....and then the blue eyes of a fellow ally. "Russia?" Alfred tilted his head walking over, shutting the door behind him.

"Da?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I should ask the same...." Russia paused before breaking the lock that both men held with their eyes. America gave an innocent sigh and shrug. "I leave my keys!" he smiled before walking to the green chalk board and grabbing his keys from the metal tray that laid comfortably under it.

Russia let out a sigh....well more of a "Tch" then a "Ha..." he got up from his chair, motioning to leave before there could be anything else to converse about with the blonde.

Well the hopes of not being able to talk to the other soon faded once he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Look, we need to talk....." America swallowed, his eyes nervous. "Ivan." he looked away quickly.

Ivan let go of the doorknob and turned to the male. "Hn?" Ivan tilted his head. Alfred moved his hand away from the taller and took a step back.

Ivan knew this was no joke that this hero would play on him. By the actions of his Ally it looked...urgent?

"I want to stop fighting with you...." Alfred whispered. Ivan was now beyond confused but then it occured to him. His eyes went distant as the memory played back.

" WHY WON'T YOU UNDERSTAND, ALFRED!?" Russia screamed at the smirking American. "I-I want everyone to become one with me because....I don't want to be hated! I want this world to be happy...together...hand in hand...." Russia looked away. "Maybe if you would've said this before being such a bastard for so many years....then most would've agreed to this....but no. You HAVE to torture everyone....make everyone's lives like a living hell! And yet you still think people would become one with you....Wow Ivan....I'm impressed at your selfish ego." America's eyes narrowed, amused slightly...but also hurt.

SLAP

"Shut up!" Russia glared. America smashed against the wall, startled at being hit. "You need help!" America snapped before walking out of the room.

They never called eachother by their first names since....

Russia went quiet. America took this as a no and grabbed the doorknob. Suddenly, something shocked him. The feeling of strange warm came to the some of his hand. America looked down to see Russia's hand on his. "Da....I too want to stop, Alfred...." Russia nodded slowly. His free hand cupped the American's cheek. America felt like breaking down into Russia's arms. He feeling of fear and relaxation spread.

"I'm sorry...." they bother said at once...as if it where on cue. Just then the clash of lips occured. Russia shut his eyes, his arms wrapping around the lower back of the other. America trembled but gave into the kiss. He pulled away to look into the violet, misunderstood eyes.

Did the two ever stop fighting?....Well for a while....but we'll keep it at that.