*rant*

Prompt: I fell in love with you, not him

Summary: Alfred gets a little jealous, and insecure when he sees a guy flirting with Ivan.

It has been around 4 months with Ivan, and there have been moments, a lot of them, where Russia would be closed off or reserved, in which Alfred respected of course. But his paranoia always had the same effect on him. Always making him think irrational things. Things such as " Maybe he's closed off because you don't give him space, or because you're too clingy." Although he was able to shove and hid them when with Ivan.. he needed a reassurance once in a while.

Today he wouldn't show that.

He had gone to go get some food from the malls' food court, it was their four-month anniversary, they usually didn't do anything for their anniversary dates. Probably watch a movie at unreasonable hours since they hardly got any alone time. Those were probably Alfred favorite days, where they can pretend nothing else matters and it's just them. Today, however, they decided to go out, nothing big and grand, like all the sex they'd have. But small and heart-warming, like whenever Ivan would hug Alfred from behind, or kiss him on the forehead.

He was walking back with two burgers and fries in one hand, then two drinks in the other. Alfred's pearly whites on display when he sees that Ivan got them a table. His smile falters when he sees a second man, a man that he didn't recognize, holding Ivan's hand. He definitely looks in distress. It doesn't look like a meeting, he takes those very seriously and would for sure not have it in a food court at a mall.

Was he cheating? Alfred was trying to shake his head of the thought. He felt hurt, and alone… again. And he hated that feeling. Ivan makes him happy, even with his Atypical Depression and especially his anxiety. Ivan has been the only person to calm him down whenever those happen. He angelic-like eyes, now a much darker blue, but instead of it being full of lust. It was anger, or anger in replacement of his sorrow. Although he was hurting, he wasn't going down without a fight.

He slyly walks over and runs his fingers through Ivan's hair, which had him gasp.

"Alfred! What are y-" he starts and Alfred cuts him off. "Save it, Russia." Alfred and Ivan never call each other by their country/state names, unless for business, or if they were mad at each other. It would usually be Alfred to start it, just to spite his beloved.

"Who is this weirdo, huh sunflower." The stranger said. No one but Alfred calls Ivan his sunflower. With his eyes full of anger.. he.

He said "Fuck you." He was already starting to get anxiety, his hands were twitching but he hid them in his sleeves. This stranger, who refused to give his name, did nothing but chuckle at his idiocy. Alfred knew that Ivan would eventually get tired or annoyed of Alfred, but he didn't think he would leave him.. like this. That's when his insecurities came about.

"He was getting tired of you anyways."

"You're too clingy."

"You crave too much attention."

"He's never even said 'I Love You'. "

"He never loved you anyways."

And when that last thought, he stormed off.. tears on the mere brim of spilling. Ivan called out to him several times before he caught up with Alfred. He tried to grab his arm, twice. When he got a better grip on Alfred's arm, Ivan pulled him to his chest.

"You never loved me, did you?" His tears threatening to spill, none of them ever did. No response and he breaks from Ivan's hold. His arms cross over his chest. Ivan has no response..

"I figured you would leave sooner or later, that you would get tired of me and leave me, his voice raised slightly to prove his point. But I never thought you'd leave like this!" A single tear rolls down his cheek. "I thought that someone would finally love me, and care for me, and oh I don't know, probably actually love me back! How could you let me believe this stuff for, now four months Russia?! I thought you love-

Ivan couldn't handle his beloved in pain. With a simple pull, he pulled his beloved close to press a tender kiss to his lips. He felt Alfred's hand twitch, the same thing he always does when he's either in pain or about to have a panic attack. Alfred's free hand goes to Ivan's lower back. Ivan pulls away. Alfred's eyes still closed to savor the kiss.

Ivan grabs the hand of his love and kisses it softly. He wasn't anyone's sunflower, he was Alfred's sunflower.

"I love you, not him."