Chapter 3: Blood Bath

Sorry so late, but look, 8,165 words 8D see? I luv you?

Also, I have received questions about a couple things.

1.) Ivan's age: I thought I mentioned this, but I didn't. He's about 16, but really he could be 15-17 whatever floats your boat.

2.) "Will Ivan still top Alfred? That'd be hilarious!" Sorry, not so much. Alfred tops mostly. But Ivan has his time.

That said, please enjoy~


"Natalia?" Ivan asked, "Is that really you?" She was so much bigger! That actually kind of made sense, but still! It was different, she had been much shorter then last he remembered. She seemed a little confused, stepping closer to him.

"Brother? You seem different." Belarus said, a bit curious.

"Ah Natalia, can you speak my language please? I do not know much English." Ivan said, smiling sheepishly, watching as his sister came towards him and seemed to look him up and down for a moment, she was about the same height as him, but at least she wasn't taller. She hugged him happily. Ivan smiled, hugging her back; at least she wasn't completely upset by him turning younger. That helped a lot really, he didn't want to know what he would have done if she would have shunned him for not being her brother.

"Why are you speaking in this language Brother?" She asked softly.

"Um, well I do not remember any other language other than Latin, I remember that, but I have not heard that either." Ivan confessed, "It is so good to see you Natalia!" Ivan pulled back slightly to look at Natalia, who didn't let go quite yet, that was okay, she was probably still a little off about all of this, "It has been really weird lately and-" Ivan's sentence was cut short as Natalia connected their lips, her tongue slipping in. Ivan reeled back, breaking out of her grip, "W-what-?" Ivan didn't even know how to continue that as he rubbed his lips with his sleeve in disgust and stared unbelieving at his sister, "Why would you do that?"

"Do you not remember anything brother?" Natalia asked.

"No, I was trying to say, I do not remember anything. But why would you kiss me?" Ivan asked, confused beyond all reason now. Natalia seemed to think for a moment, about what Ivan didn't know, part of him wondered if he even wanted to.

"We are going to get married." Ivan nearly choked on his own air supply.

"W-W-What? No, that...that cannot be right!" Ivan took a couple of steps back, Natalia looked kind of scary all of a sudden.

"It is right Brother, we will be one!" Natalia said, coming to him, making Ivan back up against the wall.

"But Natalia...we are siblings." Ivan said, that wasn't right, he didn't care what century he was in or what the hell his older self had done, it was wrong on so many different levels Ivan did not know where to begin. She slammed her hands on either side of his head. He could almost feel himself shrinking and her growing.

"That does not matter, I love you brother, and we shall be married, married, married." Natalia said, pressing closer to him.

"N-no..." Ivan said, ducking under her arm and making a bolt to freedom. What was with this world? He hated it so much! He jumped up over the bed. He could almost hear her on his heels, and it wasn't too much of an exaggeration as he felt her hand grab his ankle and trip him so he would have fallen on his face if he had not extended his arms before that was accomplished. Ivan turned, but part of him wished he hadn't looked, she looked really scary. What happened to only a little while ago when she was looking and acting so sweet. His sister straddled his hips and he tried to push himself along the ground to get away, but it did not work very well.

"Brother looks so cute like this."

"N-Natalia, what is wrong with you? Why would you do this?" Ivan asked, why would she? Was it because even in her eyes he was more attractive? Had Alfred actually been telling the truth? It wasn't like he suspected the blond of lying, but experiencing it was quite different, wait hadn't Alfred said he would only be a little? "B-besides, the door is broken and Alfred is coming back-"

"Why was America here?" Natalia asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously making Ivan swallow heavily.

"He is helping me."

"Is he now?" Natalia asked like Ivan had said that Alfred had gone out and murdered her entire population of people all in three, simple words, "He cannot keep us apart either Brother." She said, Ivan really wished he could disappear from the world right about now. Where was magic when one needed it? Natalia got close to his face again and he instantly thrashed, squirming and throwing his fists, anything to get away. He had not meant to actually hit her in the face, it didn't sound very good either, he winced, looking at where his arm had frozen outstretched to her cheek, her face turned slightly at the impact.

Ivan withdrew his hand, there was already a red spot there, "I- I am so sorry Natalia, I did not mean-" Natalia looked at him, not looking furious, no he would feel better if she looked furious, but she had tears in her eyes and looked very hurt.

"Do you truly hate me brother?"

"No, of course not Natalia, I love you, I do, j-"

"Then why would you hit me?"

"I am so confused and everything is different...I did not mean to, it was an accident, I did not hurt you did I?"

"It does hurt!" Natalia said, holding her cheek.

"I- I am sorry, it was an accident, I am sorry." He had not meant to hurt his sister; he just wanted her to stop that was all. He didn't mean it, he didn't! How could he have forgotten that he was stronger than her? Maybe even now in this situation, he was stronger. Compared to most he was, so he could hurt them easier, he always forgot that. And he had never wanted to hurt his family, sometimes they didn't get along sure, but he still loved them and he never wanted to hurt them.

"All I want is for us to be happy and together so we can love each other forever, would that not be amazing brother?"

"W-we can be together and happy Natalia, but not married, that is not possible."

"I will destroy any against our Marriage; you do not have to worry about that! But do not hurt me, I feel as though you hate me, and it hurts to think that." He was getting nowhere with this, he did not know how to comfort her but it was becoming obvious that she was not going to let up. He thought of a plan, he felt a little sorry for having to trick his sister, but he would say sorry to her later...probably.

"I do not hate you and I am sorry I hit you. B-but...I do not know about this marriage thing." She could see that he was faltering, not that he really was. He would never ever try marrying his sister. That was gross.

"It is alright Brother, for we love each other and nothing can stop us! And we will be together forever!"

"..." Ivan pretended to think on that before shaking his head, "It does not matter, Alfred is coming back soon and he will not approve." Not that Ivan knew that for a fact, but whatever, he wasn't exactly being honest at the moment. Natalia narrowed her eyes at the idea before standing. Ivan only sat up a little, not making any other show of wanting to get up, "Natalia?"

"Do not worry Brother, I shall take care of that pig and come back for you so we can get married." She said, before turning and leaving. Ivan stared. It actually worked. He waited a couple seconds just to make sure that she wasn't nearby before standing quickly and going to the window and opening it, just like Alfred had done only last night. There were the same stairs. He stepped out of the window and onto the stairs, turning to close the window before he started walking down it. When he got to the bottom, he quickly thought of where Alfred's car was located at and turned in the opposite direction.

"Sorry Alfred." He hoped that neither of them would hurt each other to badly, but really he didn't want to deal with his sister kissing him. Alfred had been nice to him, but everybody turned on each other eventually, and he didn't think Alfred would be any different so really it was alright if Ivan came out on top here, he could live with that. With that thought he took off down the alleyway before anybody would be able to notice his absence.


Alfred put the key card to the hotel room that he had gone digging for in his back pocket before closing the door and locking it. He turned back and started heading for the building, hopefully Ivan hadn't broken anything or worst, any of the other countries staying at the hotel finding him. That would be problematic. No wait, he was over exaggerating with the 'people are sexually attracted to him' so he needed to stop thinking like that too, still he felt worried about the other, "You!" A voice said loudly that drew Alfred's and a few others curiosity. Of course he hadn't been expecting it to be addressed towards him, and to have come from Belarus, Russia's crazy little sister. She looked as angry as ever, maybe more so. Hopefully nobody had said that he had kind of been with Russia yesterday and today, she was kind of possessive of him.

"Yeah, what's up?" Alfred asked as he watched her walk up to him.

"Do not pretend to be innocent, I know that you are the one that is trying to prevent mine and my brother's love!" Okay, so apparently somebody had told her. Perfect.

"Now hold on a second, what are you talking about?" Alfred asked.

"Filthy pig, I will cut you into tiny little pieces for this."

"Try it and I will shoot you." Sure Alfred didn't make a habit of hurting girls, but if they started a fight he saw no reason to defend himself and fight back. Besides, they were countries, it took more to kill them then a couple bullets to the head. Though they would be dead for about a couple days or so, it wasn't true death, just kind of a time out while their bodies regenerated. Belarus looked shocked.

"How do you know this language? Nobody speaks it." It took a moment for Alfred to realize that he hadn't spoken English a moment ago. Sometimes he didn't notice if he slipped into it, but he usually was able to stop himself, then again he had been speaking it a lot lately with Ivan. Maybe it was a good idea for the humans around them not to understand what they were saying if it was going to become hostile.

"If you don't know never mind. But as I said, I have no idea what you're talking about and will not hesitate to kill you."

"Brother told me that you were the one standing in the way of our union!"

"Really? What universe was that in?" Alfred sighed, Natalia always became crazed when it came to her brother and she was difficult to deal with.

"Do not get smart with me! It was just a moment ago in the hotel." Alfred jerked his head a bit in surprise, so she had seen Ivan there? Then again he wouldn't be surprised if Natalia was twisting his words a bit. However if Ivan hadn't said that then Natalia would probably still be with him, trying to convince him to marry her and probably bare his children or something. Actually, that kind of did sound like what Ivan would do. Why that sly little bastard, he was smarter than Alfred had given him credit for, that was for sure. Still, that was a jackass thing to do.

"Well there must be some mistake, I am not trying to get in between your and Ivan's marriage. If you two want to marry then more power to you." Alfred said, shrugging.

"We do wish it. More than anything."

"Alright." Alfred said, turning back and heading towards the car. He could tell that Natalia didn't quite trust him, but that was alright. He sat in the car, looking to where she had been standing, but she was gone and was nowhere in sight. Alfred thought about going inside and looking for Ivan. He almost did. But Ivan feared Natalia, probably even then and so if he was able to he would have escaped before she came back. Ivan was smart, he wouldn't try going through the front exit in case he would run into Natalia again but he wouldn't know any other exits. So he would still be hidden in the building somewhere. But it was a huge building, he might still be hidden on the same floor, but it was hard to find a place to hide when one didn't know where they were or the layout or anything. Then again, Alfred could get into the security room since he had clearance and pull up all the footage of the last couple minutes to see where Ivan was hiding. Probably before Natalia came back. Really she wasn't that strong but he didn't want to hurt her either, he tried to stay out of European wars as much as possible, he hated getting involved. In this sort of case Alfred would have tried calling, but Ivan didn't have a phone. The next option was to wait, but the chances of Ivan wondering out on the streets and getting lost were too high.

Alfred got out of the car after he was sure Natalia wouldn't be on the main floor and went inside again, going towards the front desk.


Ivan walked down an empty street, or whatever it was. And while he was, he was starting to think about how bad of an idea it was to leave Alfred all alone. He didn't have any money on him to buy any food, didn't know where to find anything to eat or drink and didn't know anybody who could speak his language. Plus he didn't know anything about this world other then the comforting thought that there were demons. At least he had something to drink and a weapon, but that was about the extent of his supplies. Ivan sighed heavily, if he went back Natalia would be there, being strange and Alfred would probably be plotting his death for such a trick. The other wasn't completely all merciful, like he had learned earlier that morning. And if he reacted so violently to a punch in the face, how would he react to that stunt? It just made Ivan more depressed. He couldn't go back and at the same time he didn't know where else to go, literally and figuratively. Ivan heard the sound of something coming behind him. He looked back to see what it was, it sounded big. And there was a car, much bigger then Alfred's coming towards him. Ivan told himself to run, but he felt almost frozen to the spot. It was easily twice his height and three times his width, probably bigger. It stopped right in front of him, making a loud roar (or what Ivan assumed it's roar was). And that's about when he brought his pipe down as hard as he could on the thing. Ivan was surprised at how easily it did break. It started smoking, like afire, but it was a demon from hell so that wasn't surprising. It was still growling at him, but it wasn't roaring anymore. Ivan felt a tad bit victorious, "What the fuck kid?" A voice said, Ivan looked to see a man coming out of the demon.

Oh right, people owned demons, well it had tried attacking him! "I am sorry, your demon tried attacking me."

"Are you high?" The man approached him, grabbing him by the shirt, "Now listen you little punk, you are going to have to pay for this or I'm going to beat the crap out of you!" Ivan didn't know what they were saying, but he did know one thing. He didn't like people touching him unless he was okay with it. And in this case, he was not okay with it.

"Let. Go."Ivan said in a dark warning. One. Two. He didn't let go. Ivan let the metal weapon slide in his hands before punching the man in the face. He let go then and stumbled backwards a bit, but he stood again and glared, he still hadn't seen the weapon, good, it would be a nice surprise. The man started coming at him, this time it was clear his intent was violent. Ivan swung the sword into the side of the man's head. There was a sickening crack and the man fell, blood pouring out of his head and covering his weapon. Ivan smiled, he liked this blunt weapon, he had had his doubts when it was not very wide like most blunt weapons nor sharp like a sword, but it sure did get the job done. Ivan heard a loud bang about the same time he felt a searing pain tear through his left shoulder. He hissed, deciding not to yelp at the shocking pain. What was that? Ivan turned around to see another man, holding something strange, was that what hurt him? But the man was too far away to hit him with anything. The man wasn't paying attention to him, he was staring at probably his now dead friend or companion. That was all the opening Ivan needed. Ivan ran toward his next opponent quickly. The human jerked and seemed to be trying to do something with his own weapon, but too slow. Ivan let his pipe crash into the man's head as well. As soon as he was laying dead Ivan put the steel through the man's torso, just to be sure. After a moment he became curious and turned to knob much like the one in the bathroom. Blood spilled out of it, splashing him as well but he didn't notice. He smiled. He really liked this new weapon. There was the noise like a door opening.

"What the hell is going on out there? Why isn't this think moving?" Oh, another human. Maybe he could scare this one away. They were easy to scare. Ivan put his hand in the pool of blood, wiping it on the clothes he had borrowed as well as some of his face and hair, though not near his eyes, mouth or scarf. Ivan tore the pipe out and walked towards where the voice came from, the back of the demon. Before Ivan got there another person walked around, cautiously and with one look at Ivan walking towards him, a bloody mess and a corpse behind him, the human paled, freezing up a moment before turning the other way and running as fast as he could.

Well, that had been somewhat amusing. Where had he come out of though? Ivan recalled baggage going into a small space in the back of the demon, but it was small, surely a human wouldn't be in there? He personally would have not allowed to be kept in such a small place. Curiously Ivan walked to where the man had come out of. There was two doors, one slightly open and a space inside that seemed to be quite large actually. Next Ivan noticed something else, that made him start, thinking of bolting himself, but no movement came from it. Hesitantly, Ivan stepped into the probably crippled beast, walking until he reached the fourth person that had been in the car. He dropped down to his knees and examined the other curiously, "What are you doing here Alfred?" He asked, looking the blond over. Alfred was unconscious, still breathing so he was alive, though he looked quite peaceful. There was no sign of any sort of injury, and the thing that drew Ivan's attention the most was the thick ropes tying Alfred's hands behind him uncomfortably.

Ivan sat down, thinking over this scene. At first he had thought that Alfred had tried to come and get him back for the small betrayal, though it had been quick. But Alfred wouldn't be sleeping in the back, he wasn't that type of person, plus the rope and his unconsciousness suggested kidnapping. But Alfred was stronger than him, so if Ivan could kill them, then chances where they wouldn't have been able to take Alfred easily, especially with just three. And then Alfred had only went out to go and get something from his car, so then why would he have been captured? Well Natalia might have had something to do with it, there was a solution to that question. There was still no way Alfred could have been taken down by three small humans, unless maybe they were able to hit him over the head with something very, very heavy. Possible actually, Ivan didn't know what kind of weapons were here, and his was certainly efficient so, by logic, others would be as well. But why would Alfred turn his back on somebody who could be potentially dangerous? Even if they were human? Was it because they were human that he felt safe, no, he must have known they had weapons themselves that could hurt him. Alright, so if not that then what? Ivan thought for a moment, recalling everything he had observed from Alfred the last day and a half. Not much to go off of, but hopefully enough. After a moment he thought...maybe, because Alfred trusted people too much. That would explain a lot, but he had not seem trusting to much of the other countries, then again they were nations, it was hard to trust each other. Alfred always did go on about being a hero and he did mention how he helped people on a daily basis, "Are you really that naive? But you are younger than me, I would think you to be a bit wiser." Of course Alfred stayed silent.

There was silence for a while in the car, though Ivan could still hear the many unfamiliar sounds of the world outside, it was quieter in there. Alfred did look young when he slept, almost his own age and it made him wonder if Alfred was really all that older. Ivan smiled a bit, Alfred was so trusting of him too wasn't he? They were friends in this time period after all, and the other had been all too willing to help him. A little bit of guilt went along with that knowledge with setting his scary sister on Alfred. He wished that she would go back to how she was in his time period. Alfred would probably be really angry at him. Ivan leaned over Alfred and started to untie the knots, it was easier then when they were on his own hands. Once they were off Ivan leaned back, leaving them there since he had no use for them. There, all better, Alfred wouldn't be so upset now because he saved him from his kidnappers and untied him. How could he be mad? Why was he so worried if Alfred was mad at him? He didn't usually care. Then again, not many ever helped him without asking for anything else in return, and that was exactly what Alfred had done through all of this.

Ivan sighed, he really needed to stop feeling so guilty. He stood up and went to the door, closing it. Maybe they would be safe from Natalia in here until she hopefully cooled off. Ivan thought for a moment before going back to Alfred, who had moved his hands to lay more comfortably, but was still sleeping. He didn't have that large grin on his face, he just looked calm and peaceful. Ivan doubted that it was an everyday sight considering how enthusiastic the other seemed to be a lot of the time. Ivan sat down next to the blond again, watching the other while he slept. Ivan was tempted to lay next to the other and fall asleep himself, but he felt a sort of feeling of duty to make sure that Alfred wouldn't get any more trouble while he was sleeping. So instead Ivan crossed his legs and moved so that he could also watch the doors. Maybe he should have killed that other human so that they wouldn't come back with more, his shoulder still hurting a lot which would probably affect his fighting.

After a moment Alfred sifted and muttered what sounded strangely like part of his name, but he couldn't be sure, still it made him wonder, "How close are we?"


"Hey Russia!" Alfred said enthusiastically, sitting next to the other, getting a somewhat annoyed look.

"It is Soviet Union." Ivan said.

"Uh-huh, nobody calls you that, it's too long. Besides you change your name so often I can hardly keep up." Ivan hummed, supposing there was some logic in that. After a couple minutes of silence Alfred seemed to have become anxious, "So, lovely day, isn't it?"

"America, we are on a battle field." Russia said, massaging his temples, knowing that this conversation would give him a headache, "What do you really want?" Alfred and him avoided each other like the Black Death, mostly because they hated each other; they just had to help each other in order to defeat a common foe. That was it. So they did not talk much really. Alfred shifted nervously before sighing, a blush spreading across his face as he avoided looking Ivan in the eyes.

"I just wanted to...learn Russian." judging from his face, if Ivan had been drinking anything he probably would have had to spit it out in shock.

"What was that?"

"Don't think anything of it!" Alfred instantly backtracked, "I've been thinking about learning a second language, and my boss said it would be a good idea to learn yours, since we're not exactly close and all." It was the highest level of flattery one country could usually offer the other...or highest level of treachery.

"That is so great comrade! I will happily teach you!" Ivan said, Alfred squeaked a bit in surprise before pushing Ivan off. Good, the bastard had fallen for it.

"Get off me!" He said, still blushing, "So you will?"

"Of course I will!" Ivan said happily, "Whenever you are ready to start."

"Well any time is good with me..."

"Alright, I shall start teaching you later tonight, when we are not attacking as much." Alfred nodded in agreement. And it took several months; even some time after the world war was over. But it was almost two years with using the language nearly constantly with Russia that something different happened.

Alfred burst through the doors, "Bastard, where are you?"

"I am right here; honestly you do not have to yell so much, what do you want comrade? You could have called first." Ivan sighed, sitting in a chair.

"This is not your language!" Alfred yelled at the other. Ivan grinned, the sly bastard, "What the fuck? I asked you to teach me Russian! Nobody speaks the language you taught me, not even your government!"

"Yes, but I thought from the very moment you asked that it was to be used for spying and I was obviously right since you mentioned my government." Alfred cussed, "I am quite pleased you did not use it elsewhere or you might have caught on earlier. It was fun to lead you on for so long. I am guessing you were wanting to get the accent somewhat down so that it would sound like you were actually a Russian? A good idea actually." Alfred felt like beating Ivan with his own pipe, "I would have thought that learning that yes was not da and no was not nyet would have tipped you off." Hell, it all sounded Greek to Alfred, he had just thought one was the more English pronunciation or the accent was heavier or something.

"What language did you teach me?""It is old Slavic. An old language, like Latin, it is not used anymore." Ivan said smugly.

"Two years, two fucking years! What am I suppose to do with a dead language?" Ivan shrugged, obviously not caring, "And what about words that are like present day, like hamburger and those words?"

"Oh, I made some up off the top of my head. I figured you would not notice." Which he hadn't.

"I am going to get you back for this you fucking commie." Alfred declared.

"We will see."


Alfred opened his eyes hazily, but it was to foggy to see out of them before they blinked back closed. He wasn't in his bed, that was for sure, and he felt a hard surface under him, a floor maybe? Why was he- memories came back to him and he bolted upright, ignoring the blackness that filled his now open eyes and the almost overwhelming dizziness of a blood rush as he tried to get an idea of where he was. A moment later his vision cleared and he looked up at Ivan in confusion. Wait, "Ivan? What are you doing here?" Alfred asked, but then he noticed just how much blood the other was covered in, "And why are you covered in blood?" Alfred couldn't see any wounds on the other, so that must mean that it was somebody else's, and he was pretty sure that it was probably one of his people. Why wasn't he surprised? Ivan blinked, looking down at himself, probably forgot.

"Oh...well um...There were these people and you where here and they hurt me with some sort of weapon, so well I killed them." Alfred rubbed his head, not even sure how to start addressing this.

"Where are you hurt?"

"My shoulder...are you mad?" Ivan asked quietly, still not looking at Alfred, who went silent as he thought how to answer that one.

"I do not know yet, I mean you really should not just go around killing people, I get that they hurt you, but you could you know, just knock them out or something."

"No, I mean about Natalia."

"Really Ivan? You are worried if I am angry about you being scared of your sister but not about you killing some of my people?"

"...yes." Alfred felt like face palming so badly at the moment, Ivan's morals were kind of mixed, "Well they captured you!"

"Hey, no. They...requested my assistance...in a play and um...I fell asleep." Alfred could tell by Ivan's expression that he didn't believe that he didn't believe him, well whatever, "Come here."

"Why?" Ivan asked suspiciously.

"So I can see your shoulder, what did they use anyway?" Ivan hesitated a moment before scooting closer to Alfred.

"I do not know." He said, pulling off his bloody shirt so that Alfred could see it, he did wonder what it was, especially since it wasn't healing and that was worrisome, "It is not healing either." Alfred tried to ignore the fact that Ivan was shirtless, which was difficult as his eyes did a quick look over without his permission before focusing on the skin Ivan was pointing out. Ivan was certainly skinner then he would have thought. There wasn't anything there, with some thought Alfred moved so that he could see Ivan's back, yep, there it was.

"You have not seen a gun before?"

"No, what is that?"

"It is a long range weapon that shoots metal bullets that pierce through the skin, and if you are lucky will go all the way through." Which this one had obviously not done.

"Why is it not healing then?"

"It is good it has not healed, the bullet would stay in and might make you sick with led poisoning." It probably wouldn't kill him, but it still didn't sound pleasant.

"That does not sound good." Ivan said worriedly, he hated poison.

"Yeah, we are going to have to pull it soon." Alfred said, but he could tell it was pretty deep in there and without anything to help him pull it out.

"So...are you still angry or not?"

"A bit, you cannot just kill people, though I guess it was self defense." That made it more justified and more okay. Plus they had kind of kidnapped him, but he had been expecting to totally kick their asses and drag them all to the nearest police station, not taking care of their corpses because Ivan showed up.

"How did they catch you anyway?" Ivan asked, looking curiously at the blond and saw Alfred shift uncomfortably.

"Can we not just forget everything?" Alfred said. Ivan shrugged, "You are a mess, you should get cleaned up." Oh right, he still had blood on his face. Ivan grabbed the shirt and started using that before it was ripped out of his hands, "Not with that shirt! For all you know that could be one of my favorite ones!" Ivan tilted his head.

"Oh, well you can have one of my shirts then."

"That is not the point!" Ivan shrugged, taking the shirt back.

"Besides I need a shirt." Alfred realized that they would go into public with Ivan all bloody. Perfect. Still, he didn't have to mess up Alfred's shirt like that! Ivan held the shirt to him, not quite sure what to do with it now, but not wanting Alfred to take it back either. There was a moment of silence, "Oh about Natalia...she was in my house, my older self and her are not...you know...together or anything, right?" Alfred laughed, Ivan's face was hilarious.

"No, do not worry, he is terrified of her trying to get him to marry her too." It had always amused Alfred.

"So this is normal." Great. Ivan was happy his older self wasn't like...doing anything at all with his sister, but upset that this was a normal occurrence. Alfred laughing sure didn't help anything either.

"Yes, pretty much." Ivan pouted slightly. Alfred really needed to stop laughing, it wasn't funny.

"You are so insensitive. Jerk."

"Sorry, your face was great though, it always is."

"It is a wonder that I have not hurt you permanently before." Alfred smirked, a look of doubt on his face, as though Ivan couldn't do that.

"Right, because you would-" Alfred's sentence was cut off when Ivan met their lips together. Alfred's brain froze as well as his body. What the hell? Alfred relaxed a little and helped to mold their mouths together more comfortably and slipping his tongue into Ivan's mouth, not really asking permission, but not forcing it either. He moved his tongue in the others mouth, exploring every part that he could. Ivan put up his own resistance, moving his tongue and trying to push back into Alfred's mouth as Ivan wrapped his arms unconsciously around the taller's neck. Alfred trailed his hands to the others exposed back. After a moment Alfred retreated his tongue, allowing the other to enter his own mouth. Instead of letting Russia explore like he himself had done, he sucked on Ivan's tongue.

Alfred heard the other let out a noise at the back of his throat, caught somewhere between surprise and pleasure. It was a very nice sound. Once that treatment was done, they separated, both catching their breath. Alfred moved his hands to Ivan's scarf, loosening it until it fell from the other. Tangling his fingers in Ivan's hair, he moved the others head to the side slightly as he started leaving open mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. Ivan's breath caught for a short moment before he let out small noise, not sure whether to protest or melt into the touches. But his thoughts were becoming more muddled as he felt Alfred starting to suck and lightly biting. He didn't even notice half the noises he was making as he pressed closer to Alfred, wishing for more. Alfred stopped his ministrations, much to Ivan's disappointment, before Alfred pushed Ivan to the floor of the car, smirking a bit down into his face as the blond moved over Ivan.

Alfred liked this view of Ivan, panting, blushing and eyes hazed over with the start of lust staring up at him. To think his neck was so sensitive, but he supposed that it made sense. Leaning back down, Alfred started at the collar bone, nibbling and licking his way slowly down the Russian's body, enjoying the small sounds that came from Ivan. Especially when his tongue gave a long lick at Ivan's nipple, causing the other to let out a gasp and moan as a shiver ran down his body. Ivan blushed hard, putting part of his hand in his mouth to stop such embarrassing sounds from coming out of his mouth. Feeling one of Alfred's hands trailing further down, causing him to squirm slightly in anticipation. The warm tongue pulled away from his chest, Alfred moved his hand that currently wasn't resting momentarily just where Ivan's jeans met grabbed the others hand that was suppressing the cute noises and pinning by Ivan's head. Ivan looked up into Alfred's face, almost asking why the other would do that but it was cut off as he felt Alfred, with some difficulty, unbuttoned Ivan's pants with only one hand and slipped his hand under the jeans, touching Ivan's vital region, already mostly hard from all the teasing. Alfred started to stroke him, making Ivan let out a series of moans and mewls of pleasure, eyes closing at the pleasure, coming open not too long later, moving his hips slightly to try and increase the friction.

Alfred withdrew his hand from the others pants, causing Ivan to let out a half growl, half whimper at the loss of pleasure. It was an interesting sound. Alfred whipped off some of the precum before shrugged out of his bomber jacket and unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing, much to warm to continue wearing them. That taken care of for now, Alfred ignored his own hard-on as he turned his attention back to Ivan, grabbing Ivan's pants and started pulling them off. Ivan got the message, lifting his hips to try and make that task easier. Alfred didn't really pay attention to where he put the clothes, just throwing them out of the way as he looked over Ivan's body. Ivan looked away from the other, at least the other wasn't fully clothed anymore, making it a little more fair, but still, he felt a little exposed. Alfred put his fingers in his own mouth, mostly because he was impatient and he could produce saliva quickly. Ignoring the taste of Ivan's precum that still lingered there, Alfred coated his fingers, still watching Ivan. He wasn't as large as he was when he was fully grown, obviously, but it was still a pretty decant size considering everything. Alfred hadn't been that big at that age anyway.

Pulling his fingers out of his mouth when he was satisfied, he moved more in between Ivan's leg, trailing his hand slowly down Ivan's skin, earning a shiver and the other looked back at him again, good. Alfred circled Ivan's hole a couple of times before pushing in. It felt weird, not painful, but just kind of awkward, "Relax." Alfred muttered. Ivan tried to do as instructed, feeling the finger move around inside him, stretching him. After not to long of that Alfred slipped in a second one, causing a small constant burn of pain to start, Ivan squirmed a bit, "It will hurt less if you relax."

"You have fingers up your ass and try relaxing." Ivan hissed back, eyes narrowing in annoyance. So maybe Ivan had a bit of a point. Alfred always found it annoying to bottom, though the hole fingering process was annoying in general, he was impatient and if he could he would just skip it all together. But when topping, he did his best to actually be kind of considerate and ignore his impatience. Not that Ivan was helping the case any. Alfred thought for a moment, still stretching Ivan slowly while looking for that spot that would make him see pleasure. Three fingers would probably be best, even if it did take longer. After some thought he opened his mouth and started licking his tongue experimentally over the cock in front of him. A small noise. Alfred licked it a couple times before taking part of it in his mouth, slowly consuming more and more as a distraction as his fingers continued to scissor inside Ivan. Of course, that was until Ivan's hips bucked up, causing the blond to almost chock before using his free hand to lay his arm across Ivan's hips to stop the other from doing that again.

Alfred slipped in a third finger, but Ivan hardly noticed past the pleasure of the American's mouth around him, it felt amazing, he only wished he could move his hips, but Alfred apparently didn't like that idea. Alfred released Ivan's manhood, giving a final lick to get off the precum that was still there. He didn't exactly like the taste, but he liked licking things...shut up. Alfred pulled his fingers out, making Ivan feel strangely empty, he had not expected for him to have adjusted to such an intrusive feeling. Ivan put his arm over his eyes, trying to just concentrate on breathing and try to control the pleasure, which was more difficult then it sounded. He heard Alfred move, probably taking off his own pants, but Ivan didn't want to look, afraid that he would lose his nerve, Alfred was bigger than him, and he really did not want to know at the moment exactly how big the others vital regions where. He'd find out later, he was sure, but his nerves where already high enough with pleasure and a ting of fear. When Ivan felt the blonds' hands grab him under both his knees and move them onto his shoulders, Ivan moved his arm so he could look up, meeting Alfred's blue eyes. He saw knees were over Alfred's shoulders, that much he had guessed already, and the others hands were on either side of him for support before Ivan registered something larger than the fingers at his entrance.

Slowly, so to try and hurt the other as little as possible, Alfred pushed inside Ivan, groaning at the tightness and warmth as Ivan hissed and reached his hands up to dig his short nails into Alfred's upper shoulder blade and neck area. Alfred winced slightly, but it didn't bug him very much at all as he continued to move further in. Ivan wasn't trying to push Alfred away or stop him or anything, so he didn't stop. Finally he was finally sheathed inside of Ivan, and he stopped, panting and trying to let Ivan adjust a bit. Alfred looked at Ivan's face, who was obviously in pain, but there weren't any tears, a good sign. He leaned down and started sucking at the others neck, pleased at the small noises that came as a reward. Ivan's fingers entwined his fingers into the blonds' hair, resting it there for a moment before pulling him back from his neck and connecting their lips instead. Alfred gladly met the contact before Ivan pulled him back again, which was annoying, but then the other spoke, "Move." Any hint of annoyance that had been there fled with that word and finally he gave a thrust into Ivan, starting slowly before he was able to build up a strong, steady rhythm. Ivan panted, clinging to the older and listening to the sounds of pleasure that fell from Alfred's lips. It wasn't as painful, but it wasn't exactly pleasurable until Alfred hit something that made Ivan groan and move his hips forward at that. Getting that clue, Alfred aimed for the recently found sweet spot inside of the other.

Rocking back against Alfred more at the sudden pleasure, Ivan started to feel a hot coil growing in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't tell anything or even think past the pleasure, not being able to really tell where he began or Alfred began. He was close, so close. Not a couple moments after thinking that did Ivan cum, tightening around Alfred, who in turn let out a pleasured sound and came inside of Ivan, bucking his hips a couple times to ride out the high before becoming still as they both recovered from their orgasms. Alfred pulled out, ignoring the sound that it made and letting Ivan move his legs off of the blonds' shoulders so he could relax more comfortably, squirming a little at the feeling of cum starting to leak out of his ass. Alfred laid next to Ivan, putting his arm around Ivan's waist and pulling the other close, who didn't seem to mind as he cuddled. Ivan kept his arms lazily around Alfred's neck as the blond rested his head into the very faded silvery hair, inhaling the scent of the other.

Then something hit Alfred. He had just slept with Russia. As a teenager. When he didn't even know Alfred or the rest of the world. In other words, he had totally gone against his heroic vow and taken advantage of the other.

Well fuck. What was he suppose to do now?