A/N: Please note, that these will be out of order, as I "prequels" and "sequels" in whatever order I wish.
This is a sequel
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Broken Fragments
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Ivan smiled when he walked into his room and saw the blonde tuft of hair peeking out about the covers. He crawled onto his bed and gently shook the figure.
Even he could be kind to his toys sometimes – but only if they were good.
A head appeared from under the covers, and sleepy blue eyes looked up at him. They suddenly looked down, almost shyly, and looked up at Russia through the eyelashes.
Ivan chuckled and leaned down, kissing Alfred's forehead gently. "Are you tired?"
America shook his head and crawled out of the covers some. He sat up and smiled hesitantly at Russia.
That was the way Alfred did everything. Hesitantly.
He never spoke, either.
It wasn't that Ivan did not like America's voice, but Alfred had just stopped talking. Everything was answered with a nod or a shake of the head.
Russia didn't mind all that much.
Ivan leaned down and gently kissed Alfred's lips. America moved closer and kissed Russia back timidly. Ivan knew that Alfred wanted him to hold him, but Russia wouldn't, not just yet. He pulled away and looked into those sky blue eyes.
They were still as bright as they had been when Ivan had captured them, although the expression they held was different.
Russia gently kissed America's eyelids, and Alfred leaned closer to him. Ivan chuckled at the almost eagerness in America's eyes.
Alfred was still Alfred, even in this state.
Russia pulled America close to him and nuzzled his neck gently. Alfred melted against him, almost purring in satisfaction. Ivan smiled.
Alfred may be broken, but Ivan still loved him.