The hands they had been trying to hit and beat him a few moments before and now touched his face as if trying to make sure he was real.

"Who are you?" Russia asked.

He spoke in Russian. He wanted to know what was going on. This looked exactly like America and sounded just like him but he had seen him off this morning perfectly fine. This could not have been done in the mere hours since their parting.

This was years of torture.

"Do you not recognize me? It's me! America!" He responded in Russian. "You have to believe me! Please, Vanya, it's me!"

Startled he pulled back and looked at him. No one called him that and the last he heard it was before the end of World War II and that was in code.

"I need to ask you something."

"Yes? Ask me anything and I'll answer it! Just please help me!"

"The last letter you sent to me… the untitled one. What did it say?"

The smaller man swallowed and repeated the letter.

"'The war is coming to an end and we have plans to help those affected from it. Far form my mind are here letters we started to send to one another and each time one arrives my heart feel a little lighter with knowing what may fallow. Even though this will be looked down upon the world I hope what has been passed along these coded words are returned in every way. I know all secrets don't last for ever, but Vanya how would we live? Where would we stay? But most of all when can we be with one another? The final battle is starting and I am glad to stand beside you with all my heart.'"

Even said in Russian code Ivan knew the words as well. The last letter he ever received and after that America became different after the War and then the Cold War increased hated feelings. But these words… in the right order, with the same meaning it held all those years ago.

"Those are the words form the letter… If you are America… then explain who is running the United States."

"The Confederate America!"

"Impossible."

"No, it's not. Do you not find it strange that my country was doing so well and then suddenly plunged? Do you not think it strange my letters stopped coming? That America no longer speaks other languages other then his own?"

Russia leaned down more to stare into the dull blue eyes.

"Do you not think it's strange that things are changing in opposite ways of everything America had said he would do?"

It made sense. "The Confederation of America died long ago. Even if he did then he would-"

"Do you not think it strange that I would hate that which I love, Vanya…?"

Taking off his coat, Ivan wrapped Alfred- the real Alfred in it and made sure he was secure I it before lifting him up. He was painfully little. The other wrapped his arms around him as tightly as he could still shaking. His body was too weak to handle all of this. Running down the hall Ivan's mind was racing.

"Where are we going…?"

"The room I'm staying at. I need to figure out away to get you there without being noticed."

"Has the layout changed since I disappeared?"

Well that was guilt. "No."

"There should be a passage way leading to the guest rooms. Only I know about it. Which room are you staying?"

"The main guest room."

"Turn right when you come to the next opening. Then up the stirs and then the wall there will have old books. Pull the one that says Mother Goose and the door will open your room."

"You know ti all by heart?"

"I've been try to escape… for a long… time…"

Looking down he saw that he had passed out. Feeling his heart throb slightly he remembered long when he thought America had suddenly changed and played with his heart, now he had found out in a matter of minutes that the one he loved had bee captured and locked away and here he was… no.

Once back in the room just as Alfred had said, he laid him down on the bed and ran to start the bath. When he was sure it was fine he went back and helped the other out of his clothes and the rags. Lifting him he tried not to look at the beaten body.

Laying him in the tub the other woke up. "No!"

"It's alright!" Ivan tried to calm him down.

"Vanya? Oh god, I thought it was a dream…"

Tear rolled down the pale face. Ivan whispered comforting words, well, as best he could and cleaned him up. Once done he took him out and helped him dress in some of his clothes. Alfred slipped on of his work shirts on himself and didn't bother with the pants since his legs hurt a lot.

Then he rested on the bed for a few hours but Ivan knew he had to hide him. Looking around he figured there had to be another place that the other America wouldn't find him. Lifting him up, he carried him to where he made a makeshift bed in a large trunk.

"Will you be alright until the morning? I will bring you food soon. Try to rest and don't make an noise."

"Yes… I understand…" Alfred mumbled sleepily.

Ivan stood there looking at the closed trunk. He had left some easy to eat foods for him inside of it and was glad that the trunk was made with hole sin it so the other could breath.

Now he had a problem.

A knock on the door made him snap out of though. Looking over he knew who it was and went to open the door. A smiling face greeting him and despite himself he smiled back. His heart confused .

"You'll never guess what happened-!"

"Alfred, Would you like to go out with me tonight?"

"Yeah! Come one I know a place we can go! Hurry, hurry!"

As the night went on he didn't know what to do. This Alfred was just as attracting to him as the other one. To make it worse the Confederate was leaning on him, hugging his arms and looked at him with genuine love.

But America… the United States of America had the same look in his eyes. The one she looked into and even though dull still had the same look and now the problem. They were both part of the land America.

So, which one did he love?

Leaning on Ivan's shoulder Alfred continued to tell Ivan about his day and where he went, what he did and other things. Hugging tight to his arm he ordered another soda. Happily laughing he held on tighter to Ivan when he noticed something.

"Hey, you paying attention to me?"

"Hm?"

"Ivan! Alfred whined and pouted. He wanted attention. "Your so not listening to what I said!"

"Da, I was distracted."

"By what?"

"I was thinking about how strange it would be if anyone saw us together,"

Laughing loudly Alfred latched on to his side. "They'd freak out!"

As the day grew into the night they headed back. That night he slept in Ivan's room hugging him as they sleep, never noticing how he tensed. As he slept he wondered who he would tell first. Still at lest he knew he was in love and it was returned.

Russia looked at the door. He had little time. Grabbing his suit case he opened it and was glad he had packed light. Still it was a large suit case. Moving some of the clothes around he ran to the trunk and opened it.

Blue eyes shot around widly.

"It's me. I'm going to hid you to get you out of here. You must remain silent at all time until I tell you."

"Understood."

Lifting up the frail body he placed him into the suit case and fixed him so he would be some what comfortable and wrapped a sheet on him. Closing it, it clicked shut and he knew he had a limited time to get out of there. Rolling the suit case down the hall he tried to be calm. Once outside he placed the suit case in the car and clicked it opened a little.

"For air." He whispered.

A tap made he know it was understood. Inside the case Al wrapped the sheet around him more. It was cold. He knew it was because he was weak and sick and underweight and his stomach had shrunk. Still he tired to remain calm that he was almost out. After all those decades he was going to be free again.

Closing his eyes he started to fall back into another deep sleep when he heard the car start. Opening his eyes tiredly he wondered what the outside world looked like now. He wasn't a fool. He knew his country was constantly changing and so was the world.

The ride seemed almost like a dream. The air form the crack made him want to cry. To feel it brushing his face was amazing. Slipping in and out of a sleep he felt something touch his hair. Reaching up slowly he weakly held onto the hand that held his tight.

After a while he felt the top open and he was lifted out sudden and was placed on Ivan't lap. He was looking at him as far as he could tell. Weakly he brought his hands up to his face and traced the future and smiled at him lovingly.

Lips found his and he relaxed full.

Safe.

Alfred was safe.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! It couldn't be! How did he get out? Where was he? Where the hell was he!

Confederate America looked around the cell only to see what he saw a few moments before. Empty! It was fucking empty! Cussing he ran out of it and started to run down the halls shouting for a lock down, screaming at them to find the evil half of himself and to bring him back.

Running into the hidden passage ways he looked everywhere. Then he saw cloth on the floor. Grabbing it he glared. He couldn't have gone that far. Chest tightening he looked around desperately. Then he looked around for any sigh of which way he had come.

He should have known! That bastard had escaped days ago and Ivan almost saw him! He was lucky that time but now he knew his luck was running out and he had to find away to stop the other America and he would find a way.

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