If there was one thing that Ivan loved as much as his younger sister, Natalia, loved him; it would be sunflowers. He adored sunflowers. They always looked so happy, the bright yellow color instantly making his day better.
Because of how much he loved sunflowers, Ivan would often visit America without asking to visit the fields of sunflowers. That was where he was today, viewing the sunflowers. As he walked to his favorite field in America he saw a figure sitting in it. As he walked closer he realized it was Alfred.
In that split second he realized how much Alfred looked like a sunflower. And that was where the unhealthy obsession to get closer to America started. He would make sure England moved so he could sit next to America, sit in the booth behind him at lunch, anything to be near the boy.
England started to get more protective, not letting Ivan close to his ex-colony anymore. Ivan snapped because of that, and realized, it was time to take drastic measures. He killed England. And when the beautiful American ran to Canada for comfort, he killed Canada too. Eventually the American realized if he isolated himself no one would die.
This just provoked the Russian more though, and he became more drastic. Eventually he got so fed up with America not leaving his home that he broke it, knocking the boy out in one stroke of his pipe. He didn't want to damage his sunflower, but it was necessary. He picked the surprisingly light American up, carrying him back to his plane to go to Russia.
Once they got there he put Alfred in a room that was all windows, no walls, with a single white chair in the middle. He tightly tied Alfred to the chair, making sure the other superpower would not be able to get out of the bindings. Once he was sure it was done he smiled, going to get a watering pot and fertilizer.
He walked back into the bright room, talking out an IV and filling it with the water. Ivan placed the IV into the American's stomach, mixing a bit of the fertilizer in with it. Of course Russia knew this was wrong, but that's what you did with plants; so he would do the same with his new sunflower.
A few days passed by when Alfred woke up, sputtering and coughing from the fertilizer. Ivan had cheerfully told him when he first woke up he wouldn't die from it, just have mild poisoning that could be fixed with medicine. Alfred was getting thinner though, not having actual food but just water not helping him at all.
As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months; Alfred's condition just continued to get worse. Finally Ivan realized his sunflower was dying, and he was quite upset about learning this. He took the IV out of his flower, petting his head softly. The flower no longer talked or moved, just sat still for Russia.
Russia unchained the boy and picked up the thin body, cradling it against him. He opened the door and walked down the long hallway, going to his bedroom to cuddle one more night with his sunflower. It would be okay if the sunflower died then, he would feel a bit more complete then.
Ivan opened the door to his room, going to the bed and carefully laying what could pass as a doll down on the bed. He closed the door behind him, climbing into the bed next to what used to be America and brought him close, hugging him tight. He coaxed the American to sleep, finally letting himself rest.
When Russia woke up the next morning America was dead, which was sad. He buried his sunflower's body in his backyard, figuring he might as well go tell someone about Alfred's death. As he walked toward France's house, he had a brilliant idea. France could look like a sunflower too, with a bit of hair dye and a hair cut.
Russia smiled at his new plan, picking up his pace as he walked. There were a lot more nations that he could make into beautiful sunflowers, soon enough.
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