Ivan laid Alfred down on the bed apologizing for every hiss of pain the other made. Toris had gone for medicine that was much needed, leaving them alone. "I will run bath." He said softly as he left for the bathroom not too far off. He left the door open so he could hear his beloved. His mind was loaded with thoughts and questions. What was he to do now? Vikenti was out of control, mad with power. Standing up, he walked back into the room to see Alfred's eyes were closed and he wasn't moving. Panic filled him and he fell to his side shaking him violently. "Fredka! Fredka wake up!"
Alfred moaned and pushed lightly against Ivan's face. "It hurts!" he hissed. "I was just tired for fuck's sake. Commie bastard can't even let me rest my damn eyes without wigging the hell out!" He tried to sit up by himself and failed miserable. So he leaned on the Russian who helped him. "Don't fucking shake a guy who has a brand across his back!"
The older nation simply smiled and shook his head after apologizing to the other. "I was worried you had passed out." He moved back to the bathroom and picked up the bucket that laid off to the side of the tub and dipped it in the water. Silently, he moved to the cabinet and pulled out a clean rag.
The American puffed out his cheeks. "Like hell I would pass out, Commie bastard!" he whined. He heard rustling around and the sound of water before Ivan's returning footsteps. He watched carefully as Ivan dipped the rag in the water. Gently, he ran it over his skin, smearing the blood slightly before reviling the patch of clean skin. He took a deep breath, relaxing as he did. Alfred had never seen him so gentle before.
"Something is on your mind, da?" he asked softly. He wanted to clean the other up before the wounds got infected. Besides that, the needed the time to just relax and talk a bit. He knew it would help Alfred, he had just given up his twins. "Is it twins?"
The other nodded slightly, keeping his eyes closed. "It's going to be a long road ahead. I can only hope they will understand…"
Ivan smiled sincerely. "Da, they will. As for me all hope s lost." He stopped, the rag was already dirty. He dipped it in the water and continued to clean him.
Alfred smiled softly. "A child will never fully hate their parent…I take it was Mongolian Empire?" his voice was low, filled with concern and hoping he did not over step his boundaries. He was being honest though. No matter what Arthur did, he would always love him.
The Russian nodded slightly. "Your little show of idiocy is quite good." Alfred only pretended to be ignorant and that was perhaps one of the best things about him. The simple fact that no one truly knew him was amazing. "Da, it was Mongolian Empire."
He was silent for a while. "Was it the same?" he asked.
"It was not consensual but he was not rough. Was him who coined term 'Mother Russia'." Ivan sighed softly, remembering his past and finding it amazing that Alfred was the first person he was so open to about it. Not even his sisters knew that much. "Was then I found out. What was it like for you?"
Alfred was silent as his eyes opened painfully. Those pain filled eyes turned to him but he didn't stop his task of cleaning the other. They looked at each other for a moment before he spoke. "Terrifying. I was confused, I didn't know what to do or how to handle it. I was alone…"
Ivan knotted his brow. "Nyet, I was with you…"
The American shook his head. "No…I was alone." His voice was calm and collected, serious and stern. It was terrifying to Ivan that this side of Alfred truly existed. "Ivan do you remember what happened after you…" he said nothing more on it for the other's sake. "Well there was a reason I was missing that year…"
Violet eyes looked questionably at him, trying to understand him. What did any of this have to do with his first pregnancy? Alfred had cut himself just before…He froze as his violet eyes widened. Horror consumed him as well as other feelings and an over flow of emotion took hold of him. One word escaped his lips, one word he hoped would be rebutted. "Nyet…"
A/N
Okay I know you waited along time for this chapter and that you all hate me for the April fools prank but this what I have. Not my best work and it's very vague but let's see if you can figure out why I wrote this and what happened to Alfred and Russia.
