Alfred sighed softly, his eyes closed and head tilted to left, his heart beating slightly faster then normal as Ivan kissed his neck. The spot wasn't the most sensitive but it felt nice. He had shocked the taller man and somehow ended up straddling his lap and Ivan had kissed him as if he was afraid of where it would lead and then ended up like this.

Nothing went past the kiss and the newly forming hickey but it was hesitant as if his lover had been forced mention the deal. Opening his eyes a little he reached to hold Ivan's back, rubbing his back trying to encourage the next stage along.

It was then that Ivan gasped and snapped out of what he was doing and remembering that he wasn't supposed to be with Alfred. He had to find winter.

"Come on, Ivan," Alfred whispered. "You know I love you,"

Throat tightening Ivan lowered his head to the American's chest and gritted his teeth. "No. you don't love."

"Yes. Yes, I do love you,"

"Stop saying that! You don't love me! No one loves me!"

Nothing saying a word Alfred wrapped one of his arms around Ivan's neck and the other he rested his hand on his head, kissing the hair.

"I love you, Ivan,"

"No!"

"Yes,"

"Stop it! Stop saying that! I can't love you!" Ivan screamed shaking.

"You said can't that time,"

Ivan tensed, still holding on to Alfred tightly as he shook, the emotions taking over his body. His teeth started to hurt since he was gritting them so hard and his eyes blurred. Letting out a gasping dry sob he shook his head frantically.

"Can't means something's keeping you hearing my love for you." Alfred held tighter. "I love you,"

The Russian's heart was hurting, aching in his chest. He felt the tears fall down, hot and comfortable as he let out a shaky breath.

Without warning he grabbed Alfred and pushed his head up and then lips pressed against his desperately.

The phone clicked shut again for the fifth time. Opening it once more Gilbert tried calling Antonio. Earlier he had gotten a text form Francis that the sprained wasn't answering and hadn't show up at the meeting. He was worried. Even thought the boss had told them that he was sick it made no sense. The other would have answered his phone.

Nervously he looked out of the curtains. No matter how he tried to figure out what happened in his mind he knew West was a part of it. He knew he should go see Antonio but… what if it was a trap?

Something was wrong with his brother and he knew it. Was he slipping in and out of when he used to be a Nazi? But that part of him should have died with Hitler died. What was going on? How could he stop it? Since he wasn't a nation he would have to ask for help and the only one who would help him since he had no country or a boss was America. But he didn't have his number.

"Damn it."

Just then his phone rang. Taking it out he answered it.

"Mon ami, I'm going to see Spain and England is coming with me. Would you like to come or…?"

"No, West might be there and… he won't attack you two. He just wants me."

"You think he is there?"

"I'm not sure. It makes me nervous. Something isn't right with him. Will, you call me if anything happens?"

"Of course, mon ami. I'm getting on the plane now. I will call you later."

"Thanks, Francis,"

Germany walked out of the Spaniards house, leaving him on the floor. Gilbert wasn't coming. It was clear he knew better to fall for this trap. Walking down the dirt road his head ached. Clutching it he tried to suppress the being trying to get out.

Later he must go and thank Belarus for unlocking the darkness one more. Now he could continue his quest for world domination. He had been out for a while but kept low. It was when he noticed that his brother, the ex-nation started noticing small things and asked about him he started to worry. The albino wasn't as sharp as he used to be because he lost his country, but that didn't mean he couldn't still have a feeling.

Lucy for him he could brush most of them off. It was when Gilbert told him a secret in confidence that his worry increased almost sending him into a panic. His reaction was reaching out and slapping his brother. Well, not his brother. Germany's brother. As the would say the good Germany. His the dark side who he was now was only locked away by that idiot America. That little brat would pay but first he had to stop Prussia from figuring out.

His so called brother had been against the war so he forced him to fight along side with him, threatening to kill his people. In the end he locked up Prussia and gained control over his arms and then took over France. Him and his friend shared a cell for a while. Now, now Gilbert was just thing the way so he lured him using the albino's birthday and then locked him away. He was so close from breaking the ex-nation into a position of a dog but his good side Germany kept getting in the way.

Fighting, trying to get free, and it was never ending. He had to find away to get rid of his good self, the true Germany.

Getting onto the plane he left. He had to hurry. No doubt that France would find Spain by the end of the day. He needed to find Gilbert. The idiot had no idea that when he came back from Russia house that Ludwig had hidden something with him. Germany didn't know where he hid it but he knew that it was with Gilbert, even though he searching him many times and his room he knew it was with him. He had to find the albino and fast.

Alfred let Ivan kiss him as much as he wanted, since it was what he wanted too. Eyes closed he felt them melting into each other, pressed more comfortably. Perfect fit if he said so himself. When they pulled back he looked into those violet eyes.

Hearting beating hard, Ivan looked at the blue eyes. Slowly he leaned forward their lips brushing together. Their eyes still opened and looking into each others eyes.

"You will leave me…" Ivan said mournfully.

"No, I'll never leave you. We belong with each other,"

"Not so very long ago we wanted to kill each other,"

Alfred smiled softly. "And not so very long ago we fell in love. Things change but you felt it too right? An eternal bond we made with out you noticing it?"

"…what?"

"You whispered the words to me and I whispered them back. We're bonded,"

Before Ivan could every say anything Alfred's face broke into utter pain. Screaming he grabbed his head and fell backwards and would have fallen off the bed if Ivan had not grabbed him in time.

"Alfred!"

Alfred screamed again. "They bombed my land"

Freezing eyes watched tears roll down America's face as he started to have trouble breathing. Eyes wide in pain he looked up at nothing heaving harshly.

"Alfred! Where? Where did they bomb!"

"My Alaska!"

DARK!Germany has appeared and once again Belarus has once again been in the long hall for this one.

Someone PM me. Should I have what Germany did to Spain? another lemon with that if you guys think I should.

Oh the drama!

To mimiminite: the ended was added later when it popped into my head. I thought it would be funny ;D

To Rebelx3: lol that lemon chapter was in the mix. It was going to show up in a more earlier chapter but we needed to get the story more in line with what's coming. Which is still undecided but I will be using some idea that anyone is will to give us. I like have ideas and hearing other say what they want to that way it can be mixed in. Yes, Fruk are getting married. China is already in the next few chapters to add to the drama.

To Rennasakura: It just popped into my mind. I've never seen anyone else have America saying that.

To love-for-bakas: I will use the first one with some tweaks to it. The third one, well, there will be more~ ;D

To cloudylondon: Fruk will have their wedding. When I do nto know because of more drama.

To psycokittenerror: hehehehehe (Yea im laughing back.