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Chapter 12- Love?


"Where do you think you are going, Alfred?" Ivan snarled out as he kicked the door shut and spun Alfred around in his arms.

Alfred whimpered as another wave of pain went through his arm and he fearfully glanced up at Ivan. The Russian stared down at him with a cruel smile on his lips.

"Looks like you will never be rescued. You are mine!"

Alfred was about to reply with a snappy comeback when the door shot open and another young soldier stumbled into the room.

"Sir! We need to! They are starting to set free the prisoners!"

Ivan gave a curt nod to show he had heard, never taking his eyes away from Alfred. The man turned around and ran down the hallway and out of sight. Alfred took a gulp of air and waited. Seconds passed by, Ivan did not make a move. Finally he gave a sigh and hauled Alfred up and swung him over his shoulder.

"Hey! What the fuck! Put me down!" Alfred pounded on the Russian's back as he was carried out of the room and down the hallway Arthur had escaped through.

Ivan was met with a door which he easily opened, despite the luggage he carried. Alfred hoped for a chance to escape now, but as he registered the Soldiers familar housing building that Ivan walked towards, his hope dropped quickly. Ivan's room. That's where they were going.

Shouts and other loud sounds were heard echocing throughout the camp. Alfred hope to see some brave British soldiers battling it out, but they were towards the back of the camp, near the fence where Alfred first met Arthur.

"Mr. Braginski!"

"I know, be there in a minute."

Ivan gave a lazy wave to the soldier that greeted them just inside the building. The man saluted Ivan before racing outside. They finally neared the door to Ivan's room, and Alfred made one last attempt to escape and join the British. He bit the Russian's neck and gave, what he thought was, a hard kick to his stomach. The man only grunted softly and then pinched Alfred's ass. Alfred gave a squeak then tried whipping his head around to show the deep glare in his eyes, but it went unseen.

"That wasn't very nice, little hero. I'm trying to protect you." Ivan patted Alfred on his rear as he opened the door and proceded over to the bed where he dumped the furious American.

"Protect my ass! You're keeping me locked away in here! I want to go home, to my country!"

Ivan gave a grin. "Da, protect your ass." He ignored Alfred's other remark.

Alfred turned around so his back was facing the Russian and started to pout. He heard a soft chuckle and growled.

"I see you are not trying another escape."

"What's the point? You would most likely catch me before I even made it to the door." Alfred turned his head and narrowed his eyes at the man, "Just like last time when you drugged me."

"That's not what it sounds like to me, little hero. I think you love me."

Alfred's eyes went to the size of large saucers and his mouth fell open. His brain froze and he stared at Ivan with horrified look on his face for several seconds before his brain started to work again. He started out with a chuckle, then burst out laughing. Ivan just stood there calmly and watched Alfred until he spoke.

"You're fucking delusional Ivan."

Ivan only smiled. "We shall see." He then turned and walked over to the door. "I am leaving now Alfred. Mabey you will be lucky and I won't kill your friend." With that the Russian opened the door and swiftly walked out. Alfred heard the door lock softly and footsteps receding down the hallway.

What the fuck was wrong with that man? Did he get dropped on the head as a baby? Alfred was no way in hell in love with that bastard. Alfred gave his head a shake and laid out fully on the bed, belly down.

Nope! Don't even give it another thought Jones!

Alfred flipped over and stared at the bland celling. He started to hum his national anthem. Minutes seemed to creep by slowly. Alfred figured he should attempt to get some sleep, and started to do.

And failed.

Why the fuck had he said that? Most likely to rile him up, that's why! Ivan Braginski's statment kept replaying in his head- over and over. Alfred gave a whimper and rolled over back on to his stomach. He grabbed one of the pillows and pressed it over his head.

Lalalala! I can't hear you!

It sucked when it was playing out in your mind.

"Where the fuck is he!?" Alfred glanced over at the clock and discovered that an hour had gone by.

There hadn't been that many Russian soldiers that were still left in the camp....had there? He really hoped with all his might that Arthur was okay. And that the British had won. Alfred's thoughts went to his brother and his best friend then wandered over to thinking about Braginski. He looked like he could fight pretty well. I mean, he had the body for fighting. He must work out a lot.

.......

The fuck!

Jones, stop it! This is his fault! He did this to you!

Alfred cried out and got off the bed. He stomped over to closest area of wall and then started to slam his head against it. Through the loud noise it caused and chanting, he didn't hear the door open.

"I-"

Slam.

"Fucking-"

Another slam.

"Do NOT-"

Slam.

"Love Braginski!"

Alfred collapsed on the floor and let out a frustrated groan. His head was still leaning against the wall.

A deep chuckle. "Now I know you're lying."


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