Finally, I got this out. Sorry it took so long. There was just this sudden rush of drama and stuff to do. I honestly thought I would have time off to chill after finals but nope. XD Anyway, this chapter has Alfred's routine. I did my best to describe the outfit, and his moves. If you are interested you can go to youtube to find what they look like.

I Hope you guys enjoy this chapter, there is so fluff, and tiny bit of drama. Also, thank you, thank you all so much for your wonderful reviews and just being awesome readers and supporters of this fanfic. It's one of the longest I've ever written and it really helps when I have supporters to keep me writing, so awesome. And this is going to be a long fic, it wont just end when Alfred and Ivan get together, it will have their relationship and then the ultimate moment, and there will always be ice skating.

Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia, or the Fantastic four. Alfred makes a commented about that.

Again, thank you and I hope you enjoy..


Alfred wanted to talk more with Arthur, but the last thing he needed was coach Winter getting mad at him, especially in front of Arthur, that would be embarrassing. To come off as a mature adult, he has to make sure to pay attention when he's called for and take care of things. Besides, it was time he get into the zone for his competition, he'd have a little time to get used to the ice again then he'd have to show his stuff, and with the competition so far he knew he'd better have a lot of stuff to show.

When he got to coach Winter he was quickly directed to the changing room. Now was the time to put on his super hero outfit, changing into an entirely new skater. It was a wonder he was able to hold off on looking for so long but now he could indulge himself and until his hearts content. Which would only be for a few seconds because he needed to put it on and get ready. He took it out of the bag very slowly and saw it was a one piece sort of suit. It was black but around the arms and shoulder were the outline of flames, when it got to the shoulder chest area, there were reds and oranges with some sequins shimmering brightly. The parts on the shoulders weren't attached, if he spun they fan out and look like flames.

It would be so awesome, he could be like the human torch*. That would be awesome, could he yell "flame on" when he started his routine. Okay that might be a little to corny, but a man is allowed to dream right? Now, not wasting anymore time Alfred got the outfit on as quickly as possible and he had to say it was kind of tight in some places. He felt a little embarrassed now, and for once in his life looked at his butt in the mirror. He sighed a little bit, took his skates and walked to where coach Winter was.

He got a few stares by people walking by and he felt even more self-conscious. He thought this was supposed to transform him into a super hero, he felt like an idiot instead. Even coach gave him a funny look, but said nothing about it, instead Winter focused on giving some pointers and warning him about the slippery ice. A lot of people have fallen, actually, only Antonio and Ivan are the only two that haven't slipped or fell.

Now, in high school tournaments falling or tripping is pretty common, the more advanced you are the more uncommon it gets but it still happens. Alfred would really be proving himself if he didn't fall like the others, especially Gilbert. Yes, especially Gilbert, that was important. He'd probably impress Arthur a lot as well.

Speaking of the Brit, where was he? Alfred looked out to the crowd and where his mom and everyone else should be seated. He scanned the area and couldn't find them for a moment until he noticed a certain tall Russian with ashen blonde hair. With that Alfred was able to see the rest of his cheering section with his mom, Matthew and Arthur. It seemed Ivan made himself pretty comfortable between Arthur and Matthew. Alfred caught Ivan's sight so he looked away, then he slowly looked back to hopefully catch his brother. He did and he waved happily at him which in turn made everyone else wave. He then waved with both arms big and happy.

They all seemed to wear the same smile, but didn't wave back. His mom seemed to mouth a little good luck to him and with that he turned toward the ice rink. He stopped on the ice and glided around, he simply passed around for a moment, as the rink filled with mindless chatter. Once in a while Alfred would glance up at Arthur, of course he'd also catch sight of Ivan looking at him as well. It made him a bit nervous, besides having to impress Arthur he also had to do well to prove himself to Ivan.

No falling. No falling. No falling.

He repeated that to himself as he skated around for what seemed like the hundredth time. When he was called over he skid to a stop then turned to go to coach, he slipped a little, but was happy to see no one really noticed, at least no one that mattered. He took a deep breath and met with coach who gave him a heavy hand on the shoulder then pushed him back out to the rink.

Alfred skated to the middle and the lights dimmed, everyone in the room quieted down a bit and Alfred took another deep breath for the music started. It was still that boring classical music, but Alfred finally pushed for one that was a little more fun and got it. Now, he's done this routine so many times he's lost count, he can do this and he'll be fine. He's wearing his super suit. He'll be fine.

The music started up and he felt his heart leap. He glided forward gracefully. He brought his hand to the air then it slowly came down, it went from the top of his head to the back of his neck before he shot it out in front of him and with his legs shoulder length apart he did a few spins across the ice. He then pushed forward with both arms out, he leaned forward and did what seemed like a bow.

He stood up straight and then leaned back, he did a small spin before he pushed forward. Alfred then held a small smirk as he gained some speed by pacing half the rink. He jumped up, pretty high and did a double salchow. He landed it with just a tiny wobble. Honestly he was thankful he didn't lose his footing, so a tiny wobble was fine. He could do this.

He turned and skated backwards, he did his cross-overs and went into the sit spin, it was high and intense, he only spun faster as he stood up straight with his arms tucked in close to his chest. The red and yellow material along his shoulders fluttered with him. It looked awesome from where Alfred could see.

Hehe, maybe he could get Felix to make him a fantastic four outfit, that'd be freakin sweet!

Oh wait, back to business. Alfred skated around to the music, he smiled brightly as he spun with his arms out wide then they went to the sky. Then, just by bending his knees he leaped up and continued to spin, he landed and went into the shotgun spin.

He stood up and switched legs to do the shotgun spin again before he finished and glided forward. He actually felt a little dizzy, but his routine wont have so many spins now. He gained his speed and of course he went faster than he usually did. He jumped up higher than he should have, but performed a double loop jump. He paced half the rink then did a triple salchow.

He landed it, albeit, a bit wobbly, the ice was just so darn weird here, but he didn't fall. He almost wanted to find Gilbert and make sure he saw that. He smirked brightly up at the audience and glanced to where Arthur was. Arthur seemed interested, but it sort of irked Alfred that the one who was most interested was indeed Ivan. He was staring so intently. Maybe he was impressing him, Alfred could only hope that was the case but he knew Ivan would point out his flaws.

No time to think about that though, he smiled brightly to the crowd and went into the camel spin, before lunging forward, he turned backwards and went faster and faster. He was probably going to fast, but he was so excited now, it was almost over and he hasn't fallen so everything was looking good.

Deciding not to slow down he performed a triple toe loop jump and then went into a layback spin. Of course his layback weren't as amazing as Ivan's or any woman's but he tried his best. He stood up and waved to the crowd as his arms spun out then he pulled them in again. It was almost the end, he just had to finish this last jump off and he'd be fine. He beamed so brightly and looked out to Arthur before he got his full concentration on. He furrowed his eyebrows and with an extremely high jump he performed a double axel jump.

He landed, but something wasn't right, he wasn't finding his balance and his leg was still moving without the rest of his body. He had to much energy to do anything and it was the end of the song. He gulped not knowing what to do, he can't fall at the end, that'd be so embarrassing and he wouldn't be able to make up for it. He closed his eyes, because there was nothing he could do, the song was ending in a few seconds.

It pissed him off, how could he mess up right at the end? This sucked! And in front of Arthur as well! He was falling back on his butt, but he crouched down a bit to do a small spin and then fall on the ice. He glided across for a moment, but he tried to make it look like he planned it, like he wanted to be sitting on the ice at the end. When he slid to a stop he rested his chin on his hand and smiled at the crowd.

The song ended, and all the people cheered, there were claps everywhere and Alfred quickly wobbled back up. He smiled and waved at the crowd, so happy that they didn't seem to gasp in horror as he did internally. He was sure Ivan and Coach knew, they had to, but as long as the audience was happy and no one else knew then it was fine.

He skated over to Winter, his face was dripping wet and he was panting a bit, but he looked pleased. Coach Winter rolled his eyes with a huff, but since Alfred somewhat pulled it off and made the end look natural then he couldn't be that upset.

"Still have to work on the axel." He commented, but otherwise said nothing. Alfred could then go see his family and get changed. They'll stay to watch the ladies perform, out of respect. Alfred gave a smile and took his skates off before he ran over to his group. His mom gave him a hug and ruffled his hair, Arthur commended him with a smile and so did Matthew. Ivan looked on at him, he had this sort of soft, proud smile. It could even be called loving.

It was weird, Alfred didn't know what to do when faced with such a look from the other.

"Hey, Mattie! Haha, wasn't I awesome!" Alfred beamed.

"You were pretty good, very nice." Matthew said with a soft smile.

"A-And what did you think Arthur?" Alfred asked with a light tinge of red to his already red cheeks. He was still feeling the adrenaline of the event, and also the jump startle of falling again.

"It was most impressive. You had me on the edge of my seat, especially at the end." Arthur gave a nod,

"Haha! Well you know me! I like to please the crowd!" Alfred boomed, loud and proud. He was now radiating a new glow because it's been so long since he's been praised by Arthur, especially in that British accent. He was so happy to be praised in fact that he couldn't tell that there was an icy gleam in Ivan's eyes. Matthew noticed, very easily, but he kept quiet. Matthew knew Alfred was lost in his own little world and blowing Arthur's comment up to mean more than it is. Alfred should have heard Arthur when he was talking to Ivan.

It was incredibly awkward, but Arthur referred to Alfred as lad, or boy. He spoke nicely, but not overbearingly so, he acted like a father figure. He was a father figure and Ivan seemed to relax when he noticed that and no longer felt Arthur was a threat, but it can't be helped that he still get jealous when Alfred gives him so much attention.

Alfred really likes Arthur, and doesn't want to be seen as some child to him but Arthur is stuck in his view of Alfred being the kid or brother he helps out. It's all platonic and everyone gets it except Alfred who wants it to become a real relationship.

"Haha, so did I impress you too, Ivan? I bet I did!" Alfred added with a smile and looked over to Ivan.

Ivan smirked, a sarcastic one but gave a nod. "Da, you were...impressive." The last word came out as a hiss, and the smile was forced. Alfred seemed confused, but just shrugged.

He finally left to go get changed as the next performer went out onto the ice. He passed by the coach of Gilbert and the pair skating team that he will be performing against tomorrow with Ivan. He tried to catch what they were saying as he walked by but heard nothing. He quickly went into the locker room and put his bag down on the bench.

Alfred was getting changed when he felt a push from behind. "What do you want-" Alfred turned expecting to see Ivan, but there he found himself staring at Gilbert.

Gilbert was smirking dangerously, he let out a light chuckle as well. "Lookie what we have here." Gilbert sneered.

"Uhmm...Yeah, it's me." Alfred said and turned to get his shirt out. Gilbert pushed him again, a little harder this time.

"Not a bad performance, too bad you were so sloppy."

"Hey, who else fell today?" Alfred turned with a glare. "Man, this isn't cool."

Alfred brought his clothes out of his bag but he didn't want to start taking his uniform off till the other was gone. It would be so awkward if he undressed in front of him.

"Heh, my routine was perfect, I had one little flaw, but I'm sure to win. Did you hear the crowds cheering? Kesesesese, so awesome." Gilbert reached out and grabbed Alfred's outfit. "Need help?" Gilbert asked, but before Alfred could turn to reject the offer, Gilbert was pulling, the fabric was stretching and then he heard a tear.

Alfred swung his arm back, hitting Gilbert's arm and turned looking ready to fight him. "What the hell! My friend made this for me!"

Man, Alfred was pissed, Felix must have been up late at night to make it, and now this ass ruined all that hard work. Alfred couldn't let this stand, he knew a mature person would take the high road, but Alfred was going to teach him a lesson. Good thing he took karate for a year, he knew how to throw a punch, and Gilbert was going to have one hell of a black eye after Alfred was through with him.

"Don't you think it's a little fruity? You looked like some pixy! Kesesesese!"

"Ugh, that is it!" Alfred lunged forward, with his fist ready.

He threw his arm out, and he was sure to hit his target because Gilbert just stood there smirking. Alfred's fist hit something firm, but it wasn't Gilbert's face, it was another hand that molded around his fist and stopped him from making contact with Gilbert's face.

There was a sigh and Alfred looked to see Ivan standing behind Gilbert. He looked disappointed and he slowly let go of Alfred's fist.

"Fredka, you-"

"Dude! Why'd you stop me? He ripped Felix's outfit for no reason!"

Ivan didn't say anything he looked to Gilbert and then turned into an icy glare. "Leave." He commanded and Gilbert gave a weary smirk as he slipped to the side and quickly left.

"Dude..."

"He did have a reason, and you almost fell for it." Ivan stated then moved forward, Alfred took a step back and found himself against the lockers.

"What reason?" He questioned.

Ivan placed his hands on Alfred's shoulders, and he leaned forward so their noses were just an inch apart. Alfred felt his cheeks grow warm but he kept a stern look as he waited for the answer.

"You don't see all the things that go on around you...you know that?" Ivan muttered.

"What does that mean?" Alfred tilted his head to the side.

There was a sigh. "It means you need to open your eyes, there are so many things that go right over your little head."

Ivan gripped Alfred tighter and looked at him, those bright blue orbs were wide and despite the cool blue they held such warmth. They were angry and confused, and Ivan knew the other just wasn't ready. Oh how he'd love to burst the others bubble about Arthur, but that wasn't the point now.

"Gilbert was intentionally picking a fight with you."

"Wah? Why would he-"

"If you hit him, he could have told a judge, showed him the bruise and gotten you disqualified." Ivan's tone was firm, and he watched as Alfred's facial features finally registered what he was saying.

"That jerk!" Alfred snapped and Ivan took a step back but still kept his hands on the other shoulders.

"Da, and you almost fell for it and cost the team. You probably wouldn't have been allowed to compete with me tomorrow."

If Alfred's eyes could grow any wider they would have, he almost destroyed their chances. It would have been all his fault that everything went to hell. Everyone was here, his mom, Matthew, and Arthur, especially Arthur. They would have had to go home.

"I'm..."

"You know now, even when we want to hit someone and they deserve it we can't...for others we need to be strong." Ivan commented, and of course it had a double meaning that went over Alfred's head. Ivan was showing all the strength he could by not harassing and threatening Arthur, he was also showing a lot of restraint by not kissing the poor fool in front of him right now.

Oh, how he wanted to tell Alfred the fluttering heart beats he felt while he watched him. How, for some reason, he felt captured and drawn in like moth to a flame. He just wanted to touch it and for a moment be the flame. He couldn't do anything though, he simply had to be Alfred's friend and partner. With a sigh Ivan let go of Alfred and took a step back.

"Get dressed." Ivan said, his voice low with a chill to it. Alfred blinked a few times and gave a nod.

"Oh y-yeah!" Alfred went to the side and looked at his things as Ivan walked out the door. He did his best to take off the outfit as gently as possible so as not to let it tear anymore.

Ivan took a few steps out of the locker room and turned to the side. Gilbert was there and glared at him, before giving a tsk. Ivan glared daggers at him right back then approached with a smile.

"What do you want loser?" Gilbert asked and cocked his head back.

"Can we talk?" Ivan asked with a sweet childish smile.

"I will not waste my awesome time with you." He shot back, and didn't move even when Ivan approached him.

"Then I'll be quick~" Ivan reach and grabbed Gilbert by the back of the neck. "Don't yell like a little girl." Ivan teased.

Gilbert stiffened and was going to run, but being called a girl made him stand his ground and glare up at the Russian. "Spit it out then, don't waste my time." He hissed.

Ivan gripped the back of others neck a little tighter and smiled. "Do not...touch him, please." He stated with an icy cold tone.

Gilbert blinked and didn't seemed to understand who he might be talking about. "Who?"

"You know...don't you dare touch him again, I am letting you off with this warning. Next time...you will not be so lucky." Ivan's eyes seemed to take on deranged look, like the eye of a predator who has found its prey.

"Heh! Don't think you can tell me what to do. I'm not afraid of you and I will do whatever the hell I wish. If I want to touch him a will." Gilbert smirked.

The childish smile quickly faded into a dead serious expression. It was void of any of his usual childish air and was twice as chilling. "If you can do as you wish then so can I, and I wont guarantee you being able skate." He had squeezed around the back of the neck even tighter and Gilbert's hands went up to pry it off him but Ivan wasn't budging. In fact his grip was growing tighter and it hurt, a lot.

Gilbert started to pull but his pride kept him from calling out for help. No one seemed to notice because the rink was dark, there a few spotlights and they were on the ice with the ice skater, there was loud music and cheering every once in a while. Unless Gilbert made a scene no one would really notice what was going on. Ivan used that to his advantage, and stared hard into the others eyes. They were silent as Gilbert stared back and tried to move the others hand away.

"Dude? What are you guys doing?" Both boys turned their heads quickly to the voice, Ivan quickly released his grip and backed off.

"Freaky bastard." Gilbert muttered. "I'm tired of wasting my awesome-ness around you fools." He said and turned abruptly.

Alfred looked to Gilbert then to Ivan. "You are such a hypocrite. You tell me not to do something stupid then you go and do the same thing?"

"Nyet, I was just talking to him." Ivan clarified and smiled at Alfred.

Alfred rolled his eyes. "Sure you were, and you grab everyone by the neck when you talk to them."

"Hehe, Maybe." Ivan then rested his hand on the back of Alfred's neck. It wasn't vicious or tight, he was just resting it. Alfred shivered from the touch and squirmed away from his hand.

"That tickles." He murmured.

"Really?" Ivan wondered and went to touch his neck again. Alfred pressed his cheek to his shoulder to keep Ivan's wandering fingers away, but Ivan reach around to the exposed side and pressed in there.

"No don't!" Alfred yelped and jumped forward.

Ivan chuckled and reached for the back of his neck, Alfred spun around and then zigzagged between some people to get away from Ivan. Of course, Ivan caught hold of Alfred's arm and pulled him back to tickle at his neck again. Alfred squirmed and tried to block the others attack for a bit before yanking his arm back and making a mad dash toward the stands where everyone else was still watching the performer.

"Ivan, stop!" Alfred whined out which only made Ivan want to do it more and before Alfred could climb the steps Ivan wrapped a hand around his waist and pulled him close. He snuck another hand and groped around his neck. Alfred spazzed.

"Dude, no that tickles! Stop! I'm going to kick you so hard!" Alfred jerked to get free but Ivan held on strong until he realized they may be getting some unwanted attention. He let go of Alfred who bounded up the steps and quickly sat between Matthew and Arthur.

Ivan sighed but slowly climbed the steps and sat down next to coach Winter. He noticed that his fingers felt this odd tingly sensation he hasn't felt before.


I will be talking about Taiwan's performance in the next chapter, then everyone is going to go out to dinner. Wooo~