I have one thing to say on the prologue, I ment to say that it began in 1918 (Niki-the-awesome, thanks for your question).
Half way across the world Alfred, a golden blonde was watching a movie, or he appeared to be. He stared blankly at the moving picture not really caring to enjoy it, like he would've normally done. He couldn't keep Ivan out of his mind, no mattered how many times he listed all of the unreasonable nicknames to express his 'hate' to the Russian, Ivan just crept back. Ivan didn't go to the world conference today, but his boss came. Alfred had asked him why Ivan hadn't gone, he got a skeptical look and the Russian told him that he was too busy. Alfred had felt his ears blush, but he apologized for asking and left.
The sound of his national anthem rang in his ears. Pulling out his cell he answered.
"The United Stated of America, talking. How can I save your life?"
"Hello, Alfred." It was his boss. Alfred opened his to ask him what's up, the president continued. "I have just finished talking to Russia's president, and we want the two of you to, at least, be friends." It was more of a command that is expected to happen, and Alfred knew what he meant by 'the two of you'.
Pushing away his thoughts from earlier, Alfred responded. "Why?"
"Alfred I think it's reasonable, right. Ivan isn't a communist anymore, and I know that the two of you were friends before."
"Yeah, but-"
"Listen Alfred, the Cold War is over, there's no reason for you to still be hostile toward him. Plus it'll help us, politically. Their here at D.C…at least make them feel welcomed here."
Alfred made a priceless face, knowing that his boss couldn't see him. "Fine." The sound of disgust could be heard clearly.
"Good now, they just left. Ivan left to visit the Smithsonian. We've decided to meet back there in two hours. I'll be there when you come."
Alfred said bye and hung up. 'Great, I'll have to see the commie then…' He thought. "MATTIE!"
"WHAT?" His brother responded. He was visiting Alfred to get away from Gilbert, a Prussian who's full of himself.
"Can we talk?" Alfred walked up to the bottom of the stairs.
"What is it now?"
"I have to see the commie today."
"Why?"
"Pres, said so." Alfred often called his boss pres. Alfred watched as his brother walked down to him. Matthew didn't have a choice. Matthew looked at his brother they weren't identical twins, yet many mistook Matthew as Alfred (which wasn't at all a good thing). Alfred was loud, ambitious, annoying and oblivious. Matthew was quiet, nice, and whenever he got angry his quite voice was still soft, but ever since he had been around Gilbert, he screamed when he got agitated. Giving his older twin a stare with his violet-blue eyes before opening his mouth.
"What." He said flatly.
"Mattie, your older brother is gonna be seeing the worst person in the world and this is what he gets?" Alfred's sky blue eyes twinkled (fake) tears.
"Alfred, Russia's not that bad as you wish he was. And I'm your little brother only by a minute"
Taking it as an offense, Alfred made a face. "He is, Mattie. Remember once he like totally-"
"Hey Al, lets get some Mickey-D's." Matthew changed the subject. His twin brightened up at the idea. Alfred had an obsession for fast food, even though he looked totally fit.
When the two hours came closer Alfred got a bit nervous and asked if Matthew could come with him. Matthew agreed and they left, Alfred took three burgers with him. Arriving at the Smithsonian, Alfred got a glimpse of pale blonde. Barging in the museum like he had done that a million times, he was greeted with his boss and Ivan's boss. Both of them were talking before Alfred made his appearance. Alfred's boss told him that he and the Russian president had some business to discuss of, leaving Alfred and his twin to search for Ivan.
"Dude, how can we not miss him?" Alfred asked after half an hour of searching for the Russian.
"Beats me, wait, I think I just saw him."
"Where?"
"Over there." Matthew pointed at a tall man with pale skin, amethyst eyes and light blonde.
"Yup, that's him." Alfred walked towards Ivan. He tapped the Russian on the shoulder. "Hey, commie."
"Hello, раздражает один." Ivan gave him a creepy smirk.
"Speak English, commie, I don't know your heck of a language."
"Нет, спасибо." Alfred glared at him. Ivan patted his head and chuckled darkly. Alfred turned around.
"Mattie?" No response. Alfred looked around him, not a sight of his twin was around. He took out a burger, bringing it to his lips.
"You're just going to eat here? I know you love that disgusting food but would it be more polite to not eat in here."
"Whatever, commie."
"Now do not be so mean, да." Ivan took Alfred's burger and threw it off to a trashcan. Alfred gaped at him. When Ivan walked to Alfred he took Alfred's chin and closed his mouth.
"Don't catch any flies, now, Alfred." Ivan said sweetly. Alfred flushed and slapped Ivan's hand away.
"I would prefer if you didn't touch me."
"And I would like it if you called me by my name, Да."
"Fine then, Ivan." Alfred spat his name. Ivan turned away from him.
"Cпасибо."
"Whatever." Alfred turned to see what Ivan was observing at. He wasn't surprised that he was looking at a space shuttle. He grinned.
"You like that time, didn't you?"
"Ox, да. Especially, the face you made when you heard that спутник successfully launched into the earth's orbit."
"Hey!"
"Hy, it was so ridiculous." Ivan laughed. Alfred punched him lightly on the shoulder.
"Whatever. Lets go get something to eat I'm hungry."
"I'll treat."
"Why?" Alfred pouted.
" Why not?" It wasn't a question and Alfred knew he wasn't going to choose the restaurant, or did he have a choice.
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Translations:
раздражает один - annoying one
Нет, спасибо - no thank you.
Да- yes
Ox- oh
Спутник- sputnik
Hy- well