A/N: This is a prequel.
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Breaking
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Ivan could see it, when he looked in Alfred's beautiful, determined, bright blue eyes. He could see it clearly, although Alfred tried to hide it under his confident gaze. Russia was actually fairly surprised that America had lasted this long, although he suspected that Canada had been sneaking him food.
Alfred blinked, and the assuredness faltered for a moment, letting them show even more distinctly.
The cracks in his will.
He was breaking, slowly but surely.
And it was gorgeous. Alfred was gorgeous, with white cum dripping from his mouth and red blood flowing slowly down his ribs and stomach to drip onto the grey floor, drying and sticking to his skin as it traveled.
Ivan kneeled down next to Alfred, smiling at America. He was breathing heavily, as if he could not get enough air, and it seemed to Russia that he had broken one of the ribs. He smiled and gently pushed against the broken one, making Alfred bite his lip to keep from screaming in pain and groan.
Russia decided that he was beyond beautiful.
Tears slowly fell from America's eyes, making Ivan smile softly and kiss the tears gently.
"You're doing this to yourself."
Alfred sobbed harshly, his body shaking.
He had never cried in front of Russia before.
Ivan smiled and stood up, gently ruffling America's light blonde hair.
It would be over soon.