A/N: This chapter is a bit short, so I got it done earlier, plus I harassed my beta-er. I do hope you enjoy it, and thanks again for the reviews! I will do my best for future chapters to explain the moves, but since I do not want to give you a wall of text or have the story be more explanation then plot, they will be rather simplified .
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Alfred finally got home from a long walk. He forgot how far he actually lived from the ice rink, and he was only thinking about getting away from that Russian bastard. The long walk and open air gave him some time to reflect. He mused about his finding that Ivan was a figure skater; and he could use that to his advantage, maybe get Ivan to stop bullying him? No, that's not something a hero would do. If he wanted Ivan to stop bullying him he would find his own way and not resort to blackmail... unless he absolutely had to.
Then actually having to figure skate with the guy... I mean really, figure skate with that giant? How was it possible the other was even the least bit graceful on ice? That just meant that Alfred had to be even more graceful; he couldn't let that bastard show him up.
There was a knot forming in the pit of his stomach, but it gave him a somewhat... exhilarating feeling. He was nervous; he was going to drastically change his life after all, and he would have to push himself further then he's ever gone. Plus to top it all off, Ivan was going to be breathing down his neck the whole time. Alfred was nervous, but also very excited.
He got home and waited for his mother, waisting time by playing the Xbox in the living room. He kept the forms on the table in the kitchen, where she would see them. She came home after few hours with Matthew right behind her; they seemed much more chipper then last night. Matthew walked over to Alfred and sat down on the floor, taking the other controller.
"You're really doing this?" Matthew asked in a whisper.
Alfred leaned over, but didn't take his eyes of the screen. "You bet."
"Can you really do this?" Matthew asked, his eyes downcast.
"Wow, Mattie, way to have some faith in your bro." Alfred gave a light-hearted chuckle.
"N-No, it's not that, it's just-"
"Alfred!" Their mother yelled from the kitchen.
"Show time." Alfred raced over to the kitchen as his mother was flipping through the forms begrudgingly.
"Yeah mom?"
"What is this?" She flapped the papers back and forth in her hand.
"That would be the forms I need to join the figure-skating club!" Smile, and act natural.
"And why are you doing this now?"
Uh-oh, Alfred found himself at a crossroad; one, he could tell the truth, and hope for the best. Or two, he could lie again. It might work out like it did for the coach, but this was his mom! Well, time to put that teenage brain to good use.
"I just really wanted to start up! I found out I love figure skating." That's reasonable, a nice smooth lie should make things all better.
"Oh really?" She quirked an eyebrow. " It wouldn't be because, unless the figure skating team gets one more person, both the hockey and figure-skating club will be destroyed, right?"
"No way! I just realized I loved it, and it's my life long dream to become a figure skater! Can you sign the forms so I can start practice tomorrow?"
"Alfred, are you being honest with me?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.
"U-Uh, yeah mom! This is something I really want to do!" Oh good, lie to your mother even more, that can only help your situation.
"You're not doing this just to play some big hero, right?"
"Of course not!"
" You won't quit like usual, will you?" Her voice was stern.
"What?" His mother wasn't usually this cold to him, what was going on?
"Alfred sweetie, you know as much as I do that you've never committed yourself to anything. Remember karate, basketball, softball, and every other sport you tried?"
"Yeah?" He had no idea where she was going with this.
"The longest you stuck with one was karate, and that was for a year. Then you quit for no good reason, Alfred."
"This won't be like that!"
"Will it?" She snapped. "Alfred, don't you dare lie to my face! I'm your mother, and I can tell!"
"M-Mom..." Alfred was shaking; he has always been a mama's boy.
"Alfred, look... You might think you're helping, but all you're doing is getting everyone's hopes up, especially your brother's. If you end up quitting, like you normally do, then you're going to waste a lot of people's time, and hurt them as well." She calmed down, but was staring at her son harshly as she smacked the papers down on the table.
"I won't quit." Alfred said softly.
"Alfred, please don't be like your father. You might think you're doing the right-"
"I'm nothing like him!" Alfred clenched his fists. He quickly closed his mouth, and looked down after his outburst.
"I know sweetie... It's just... he thought he was helping, but he wasn't. You're not like him, and I want to keep it that way."
"Then let me prove it! Let me join the club, I'll never quit!" Shut up. "I will stick with it my whole life!" Seriously, shut up. "I promise!" ...Idiot.
Why was this becoming so serious? At first he was just doing this to become the hero, but now? It was something he had to prove. To his brother, to the coach, to Ivan, to his mother, to his father, and to a part of himself. He's never stuck with anything, but now he must; a promise is a promise. Alfred may be lazy, obnoxious, and rude, but he never went back on his word.
"Alfred! Are you even thinking clearly!" She asked, obviously upset her son was going to get so many people's hopes up just to dash them.
"M-Mom, what can I do to make you believe me?"
"It's not me. It's your brother, the hockey team, and the figure skating team." She said, letting out a sigh.
"I will do this. I do want to figure skate, and to be honest, I want to keep the teams going." Alfred finally breathed out.
"No. A lot of people are depending on you."
"I know."
"Do you?"
"I know, and I want to do this, so mom! Please sign! Pretty please?"
"I can't Alfred, I'm sorry, but I can't let you do this. Too many people will get hurt if you fail."
Alfred's heart sunk, and he felt bitter rage towards his mother. He grabbed the papers, and turned around so he wasn't facing her anymore; he didn't want her to see the devastated expression he wore.
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"I'm not like dad."
"I know you aren't."
"Ok, just making sure." Without looking back, Alfred went up to his room to lay in his bed. A good, long staring contest with the ceiling should help things.
Despite his best efforts, he eventually fell asleep, and Alfred soon found himself dreaming. His dream started with him in ice skates, a spotlight set directly on him. He was wearing the normal black tights, and a light blue shirt with puffy sleeves. He felt cool and confident as he glided across the ice, performing spins, and jumps, while showing off how extremely flexible he was. There didn't seem to be a crowd, just him on the ice with a single spotlight.
Then another spotlight joined, and out from the corner of the rink came Ivan. He was wearing a much more lavishly designed outfit: he had white stockings, a white and gold shirt with those ridiculous renaissance sleeves, and was that a cape? His theme must have been King or something. Ivan strode out gallantly, performing the same amazing stunts Alfred previously did before stopping beside Alfred and holding out his arm.
Alfred was uncomfortable, but took his arm anyway. That was when Alfred noticed that, somehow, he had undergone a costume change. He wasn't wearing tights anymore, oh no, he wasn't that lucky. He was in a dress, a tight, form-fitting, white dress that shimmered with gold. Alfred no longer had any control of his movements as Ivan took his hand, almost delicately, and started skating with him across the rink. He held Alfred by the arms, sometimes by the hips, as they supported each other and used one another to execute moves.
It seemed fine until, for some reason, this wasn't just about moves; it was about dancing as well. Ivan spun him, dipped him, and touched him in ways a man should never be touched by another man. Alfred was screaming in his head, his face showed his emotions, but his body wouldn't let him push Ivan away. Ivan was smiling happily, and it wasn't his creepy smile either.
Their dance continued as Ivan spun him, and pulled him back. Alfred spun expertly back into the other's arms, but something was odd... He was lifting one leg, and Ivan's hand grabbed the under side of his knee and used it to pull Alfred's body flush against his.
At this moment Alfred found his voice to speak. "I-I..." Alfred's eyes widened as he stared up into mystical violet orbs.
"I DON'T WANT!" Alfred screamed as he shot up in his bed. He felt his face up, it was burning hot. He then looked down at himself, and sighed in relief to find he was no longer in a dress.
A dream like that couldn't be a good sign, not a good sign at all. It was just a dream though, just a dream, it didn't mean anything!
It was rather late when he looked at his clock, but he decided to get some water before going back to bed so he could cool himself down. When he came back into his room, he eyed the papers darkly. He took a sip of water, then found a black pen. His mother's voice resounded deep within his head, along with that look that said she didn't believe in him and that she was so disappointed with him. Alfred clenched his pen, then brought it down on the paper.
"I'm me, not dad." "I'm a man, don't tell me what I can or cannot do. I will save everyone, like a real hero!"
A/N: Alfred being the typical teenager, it's bound to get him into a lot of trouble, not just in ice skating, but in every other aspect of his life. It's going to be fun for me...and Ivan. I just hope people can find Alfred's mom relatable, she's not just being mean.
Anyway, thank you so much for the reviews, it means a lot I have supportive readers, along with fellow RusAme shippers. Lots of Love.
