I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia. This is in Ivan's View. In this chapter Ivan and Alfred are eight years old. The next chapter will be Vanya and Alfred (Age 8).

The One Who Captured My Heart

By waterrain

I do not know his name, but I will find out and befriend him.

His blond hair reminds me of sunflowers. It feels as if there are countless little butterflies fluttering inside of my stomach and my eyes refuse to look away from him for a moment it was if I'm in some sort of trance.

My favorite flower is a sunflower, I don't pick them for I want those pretty flowers to keep on growing, and yesterday I took a photo of a large sunflower for it would last forever in a picture. I wonder if his hair will feel soft as petals? Will it feel rough like wheat? Does his hair smell nice? His hair looks clean so it must smell nice.

Those blue eyes reminds me of spacious skies. When I look into those eyes I see freedom, hope, and happiness. I couldn't look away from his adorable face. His lips are pink like cotton candy and they part to speak words. I wonder what kind of voice will come out?

"Are you a communist bitch?"

"Alfred Jones, You shouldn't be rude to the transfer student. You have no manners."

His name is Alfred Jones. I finally have a name and I will keep his name in memory.

"Comrade Jones, I find you to be pretty." I said without thinking and after those words spilled out. I had to deep a deep breath, I'm nervous for how will this boy reply to my words, and Alfred just gave me a confused look.

"I'm pretty heroic. Anyway, Are you a really bad communist bitch? I need to know if you are a bad boy or not. My parents don't want me hanging around bad kids."

Before I could say anything the teacher pointed towards the door.

"To the front office, Alfred."

" Mister Bonnefoy, I will heroically go to the epic office and stuff." Alfred commented causally, he grinned at me, and did a bow to the class before walking out the door.

"Are you French?"

"Yes, I'm French. How could you tell? Was it my amazingly good hair?"

"Do you know that French are yellow bellied cowards and they surrender so easily to the enemy?" I asked innocently, head tilted, and watched as Mister Bonnefoy gave me a tense smile.

"Office, Ivan."

I walked towards the door and smiled to myself. I caught up with him, firmly grabbed his wrist, and he looked at me.

"Comrade, I'm not bad."

"That's good, Ivan." Alfred said calmly and I released his wrist. "So did you tick off Bonnefoy?"

"I suppose he didn't like the French being called cowards since he is French, da."

"Did you call him a cheese surrendering monkey?"

"Nyet."

Alfred is wearing a long sleeved superman shirt, black jeans, dark blue boots, and he was smiling brightly at me. His teeth are so white they are almost blinding like the sun and same color as freshly fallen snow. A mixture of warmth and coldness.

"Hey, Ivan."

"Yes, Alfred."

"Do you feel nervous since you got into trouble on your first day of class?"

"A little bit."

"I'll try to sweet talk the person in charge since I'm a hero and I don't want your first day to be ruined. Just because Bonnefoy can't take a little joke. I know a bit of French and know that one sentence that he always mutters under his breath. The sentence he speaks in French is that American kids are brats. Anyway, Ivan don't worry I got your back since you are new and Mister Bonnefoy is not going to ruin your first impression of America."

Alfred looked so cute, cheeks puffed out, and such a determined expression. I kissed him on the right cheek and hoped that he would not get upset with me for it would be such a shame.

"Huh?" Alfred sounded confused and my brain came with the perfect excuse.

"In Russia…People kiss their friends on the right cheek."

"Really?"

I nodded my head, my heart sped up when Alfred kissed my right cheek, and he grinned at me.

"Ivan, Your cheek felt like pudding and it was warm like a heater."

"Your cheek felt soft and I think you still have baby fat."

Alfred stared at me, those blue eyes wide, and he was gapping. I felt like smiling for it was a cute sight, but had a feeling it would not be a good idea to smile at him for he looked a bit upset for some odd reason.

"My cheeks are not fat. I will forgive you, but next time you say my heroic cheeks are fat...I won't talk to you for a week."

"I didn't mean it as an insult, Alfred."

He grabbed my hand and shook it. His hand felt soft, warm, and I smiled faintly for the grip was firm. I returned the hand shake and he grinned widely at me.

"Let's move on, Ivan. This is a hand shake and we will greet each other like this from now on. Okay? Dude, Did you know your hand is cold and rough?"

"Your hand is warm and soft, da."

Alfred's cheeks turned pink, he moved his hand away from me, and those cheeks puffed out.

"Okay, We can just wave at each in greeting and stuff."

"I thought we were going to shake hands in greeting one another Alfred?"

"Nope, Not anymore violet eyes. We are going to heroically wave at each other, give a large smile, and say 'Hello'. My hands are not soft."

I laughed quietly for Alfred is funny. He changes his mind, it is very refreshing, and so amusing. In the end I just got a warning and went back to class. I was disappointed that Alfred had to stay in the office. I'm planning to get into trouble and be able to remain in the office with Alfred. He makes me smile, laugh, and I have not even known him for an hour. Somehow my heart has been captured by him. I'm glad that Alfred and I are friends. I have heard that it best not to rush into things.

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