War soldiers

Alfred a new young soldier has the ultimate plan to put an end to the cold war and rescue is friends but it doesn't goes as he wished and now he sees himself stuck with the enemy and with no other choice than trust in him.

Disclaimer: this is merely fiction and I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters mentioned.

style and category: fictional AU; Drama

Pairings: RusAme; implied FrUk

Warnings: this may contain some language and heavy themes as violence and sexual implications.


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Alfred ran enthusiastically to the other with the goal of knocking him out but the soviet soldier stood up and stopped him shoving a pipe to his arms with strength. 'Why the hell the other had a faucet pipe? Russians are freaks… oh well. 'He thought while dodging and almost falling in surprise.

The Russian stared at him wide eyes placing the rag that was a scarf on one rock near them and tried to hit him but he was faster and grabbed his hand bending it, he had the gun on his hand but he didn't want to warn near soldiers and tried to knock the pipe out with his feet and body but the soldier hold still not letting it go while punching him with his free hand. The American kicked him hard slightly bending from the punch, loosing his helmet on the way and pressed the gun to the soviet soldier temple making a beautiful crack and grabbed his arm bending it to his back making him finally drop the pipe.

The Russian growled and cursed under breath in Russian and Alfred pinning him started to get worried, what if he doesn't talk English… he pressed the weapon and tried to remain cold kicking the other knees making him bend and kneel on the ground succeeding to control the squirming man.

''Do you talk English Commie?'' he asked sliding the gun in his belt and catching the other squirming arm and joining it to the other, on his back and securing both hands there with his own. The other remained silent looking down so he grabbed his jaw making the other looking up to him upside down. Alfred was caught out the guard staring into deep purple eyes, he never saw purple eyes and started to hear soft sounds coming from the other mouth ''kolkolkolkol''

'What the fuck? This guy can't be normal… ' he thought breaking the stare and pressing hard him bruised arm and stepping on his leg ''You heard me commie so answer!'' he tried again but no avail the other stopped the sounds but was staring to him with a tight smile and then he talked, with a thick accent, after a few minutes in silence

''I will kill you stupid American…''

Alfred only laugh, 'this guys must be stupid. I have him pinned and trapped and he still thinks he will leave.'

''Dude, for a Russian you are funny, now that I know you talk English I want information or I will kill you!'' he said returning to his previous cold tone.

The Russian spat on his face and he punched his nose both returning to silence, he took his belt and arrest his hands on his back, then he looked to the scarf on the rock and decided to test if it would keep the other legs secure. He kept his legs trapping the other and reached the scarf feeling the other eyes boring into his soul but ignoring it then he looked to the other with his scarf on his eyes and a evil smirk ''Is this good? Let's see…''

''Nyet! Do not do that, pig!'' the Russian said in a commanding childish tone, Alfred looked frowning to him and noticed that his smile was no longer there and his eyes showed that he was slight scared.

''Why not? This is just a rag… and hey, you are the enemy and are arrested so shut up!'' he was about to tear the scarf when the other spoke again in a low tone and soft 'kols' leaving his mouth again ''I give you information and you give me that back, da?''

They stared at each other for long minutes until Alfred finally understand that maybe this Russian could have information and decided to play

''Okay… If I am pleased with the information I give this back to you …'' the other only nodded eyes filed with hate and it almost seamed that he had a dark glow around him which made him shiver. Now he was sure soviets were evil and creepy!

Returning his mind to the task he asked the first thing he wanted to know, his friends. ''Do you know about the Americans you commies caught 3 days ago?'' he looked to the Russian filled with hope, forgetting his hate for him; he knew the chances of him knowing about them were tiny but he still hoped with all his heart.

''Da.'' was the reply and he almost lost his breath ''that means yes right?''

''Yes.'' he kneeled in front of him staring into purple eyes ''Are… are they alive?''

''Most are death…'' the American had to take time to absorb before closing his eyes and breathe deeply.

''A British guy and a French…'' the silence was almost impossible to bear and he looked to the Russian that was frowning, ''The French is death… Also one American.'' was the only response, he hated him just because of his cold childish tone and he felt his heart sink heavily

''And the British?'' maybe. Just maybe…

''The French died to keep him alive.'' he looked appalled to the Russian in front of him and almost could hug him, he left a sigh of relief but at the same time felt horrible for his other friend, he looked down to the ground pondering, 'at least I can still save one right? Poor matty… he will cry and-' his thoughts were broken by a soft voice still cold.

''Now I do believe you should return my scarf.'' and so he did not even caring about it shoving it to his face and receiving another glare from darkened purple eyes.

They stayed like that for almost one hour, Alfred trying to put his mind together and rearranging his plan and the Russian trying to get loose only to be punched every time, even arrested he found ways of kicking the other and even biting him once.

''Not cool dude! Why you bit me?'' Alfred pointed the gun again to the Russian head; said man was in deathly silence staring away.

The Russian resigned to the fate of being killed by just a kid, a idiot by the way it seam and worst, the teen have a surreal strength.

''Tell me your name commie.'' he received no answer and kicked him only to keep in silence then he pressed the gun grabbing his silvery hair and pulled.

''Why you want to know my name if you are going to kill me?'' the voice was calm and childish again with the smile that only faded when he tried to rip the scarf.

Alfred shoved him to the ground, fucking soft hair making him loose his train of thought, he sat again staring at the soviet soldier, now he could see the pale flesh, and soft pale hairs, the dark blue uniform suited him tightly showing he was broad and muscular and he was cleaned, more clean than himself, even his dark boots were mostly clean. Alfred sneered, how did this guy keep like this, all clean and handsome, should be a crime commies do that. He looked to himself, the greyish and green uniform filled with dirt and blood; his heavy green boots were in bad shape and he was tired, not fair, at least he took a bit of pleasure on the bruises he made on the other pale flesh and the tired look on the other face. The Russian kept staring at him and he sighed, and now? This was supposed to be easier…

''Hum, now you are my prisoner and you will tell me all you know okay?''

The Russian kept staring to him and he stood again looking down to purple eyes.

''OKAY?'' he yelled and the Russian smirked.

''Nyet!'' he was not stupid, he knew this was a no and he kicked his stomach listening the other slight whimpering and hissing in pain.

''Listen rusky! I'm in a bad mood! I entered in this all alone and if you do not lend a hand you'll be death in a second!''

''Ublyudok, I will not help a capitalistic pig. My comrades will come and kill you.'' He stated cheerfully.

Alfred simply stared. He was not sure that was bluff or truth so he grabbed him and made him stand shoving him away from their place to the forest. He shoved him painfully to a tree listening him fall with a bump.

''Now, what do you know? Tell me your side plans!'' it sounded reasonable, maybe he knew something, or, could he make him turn to his side? Not probable but he can try…

The soviet soldier kept quiet again, this was annoying, it sounded so right on his head, he need help, maybe his brother… no, he can't help, maybe… shit… he will have to kill him…

''Speak bastard or I'll make you eat bullets!'' he hissed trying to make the other talk but he only stood there with a blank expression and a tight smile, he punched him trying to get rid of that fucking smile but no use, he looked to the sky and grabbed the scarf receiving another hateful glare which he ignored while pressing the larger man legs together and arrest them with the cream coloured scarf.

''Wait here commie!'' he need to show himself and make sure his brother is fine so he left and of course he can get stronger ropes and handcuffs to keep the soldier there, fucking eyes, they are not real, maybe he can ask if are lenses or something, he heard about that…

While the American was going away the Russian struggled with the belt, for some reason every time he tried to take it the belt would crave on his skin more and he couldn't move his legs without ripping his scarf, shit, he kept squirming and rubbing the belt on the tree in an attempt to ripping it.


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Notes: Hey guys, I have the bad luck of deleting permanently the folder of fan fiction so I will have to rewrite this all and be a bit slower!

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