It was 4 in the morning and as usual, it was another sleepless night- well... morning for the American soldier. Sitting up and leaning his elbows against his knees and his chin against his hands, he reminded himself of the first time he met Ivan. Sweet, yet distant memories of his silky bleach-blonde hair, and his unusual violet eyes made him wonder how Ivan was fairing...
Alfred was just so worried about Ivan. He wasn't the toughest person Alfred knew- defiantly not. He was actually quite the softie- Not that he'd let anyone but Al see that.
"Well... I guess since it's almost five, I best get all the rest I can..." he muttered to himself, laying back down, pulling the covers to his chin.
He knew that he was worried, but he hadn't planned on crying. A few hot tears of worry slid down his cheeks as he hugged his very worn-out pillow to his chest. If only it was Ivan... Feeling his soft hair against his cheek, the warmth they would share, cold nights with hot chocolate... He missed every part of Ivan...
When the others began to stir, he stood up, pulled his boots on and walked through the mess hall to the parade grounds. It was slightly overcast outside, looking like it was about to storm. He was the only one who was out there at the moment, not even any commanders.
Alfred looked to the sky, feeling the first drop of nice, cold rain fall on his cheek. He let a small, tired smile shape his lips as the others crowded around him.
"You ok, Al?" His bunk mate- and best friend asked.
"Fine... Thanks, Adam." He replied with a nod, turning his attention to the approaching sergeant. He was pretty good at lying, so he decided that he'd be able to convince Adam that he was fine.
"AAAAALRIGHT. It seems it's spritzing. But we're grown men and women, correct?!" The sergeant barked looking for a 'Yes sir!' which he got as a pleased smirk formed on his lips. Alfred lazily muttered his 'yes sir' a while after everyone else, him barely being able to focus on the sergeant with Ivan clouding his brain.
He could still remember the first time Ivan came into his quaint little coffee shop while he was on vacation. They instantly clicked, it just was something about that thick accent and those deep violet eyes that seemed to hold so many memories... It was like the clouds of his once dull life had suddenly parted. Ivan would come back to his little shop every day and they'd talk for hours on end, and finally, after three days of that, they were able to admit that they loved each other. It was the most wonderful feeling, knowing that someone loved you.
When Ivan had to go back, Alfred was saddened greatly. Luckily, they had swapped addresses, so they'd send each other mail frequently. Alfred was slightly nervous when he read the news about the tension rising between the two countries, for fear that they'd not be able to see each other for a while, but something even worse happened. War broke out between Russia and America, and Alfred knew he'd be drafted.
With that devastation, Alfred wrote letters to Ivan from his camp, but little did he know that Ivan was drafted as well. Because he hadn't received any replies to his latest mail, he was terribly worried and couldn't help but wonder what happened to him.
Okay, guys! Sorry it took so long for me to finally publish the second chapter QAQ I've just been really busy with camp and stuff like that! I hope you enjoy this, I've thought long and hard about how Alfred acts for this chapter as well, since I roleplay Ivan, it came naturally to me with the first chapter- not so much with this one. I can't decide if I should flash to the families for chapter 3 or if I should go back to Ivan, being deployed. PM me, and let me know, and whichever has the most votes I'll do!