Author's Note:

YUP! JUST WANTED TO POST OUR TAKE ON THE COLD WAR. Alright not really accurate, but i'm a firm believer that Countries are still people that can make up their own minds and opinions that don't necessarily agree to what they're supposed to stand for.

GCJakey's Note:

Yeah, I liked that too. Anyway, we want to add Prussia to the mix as well and we'll be using him in some fics...until we reveal our OTP involving him! Then we're gonna edit the titlr to PRU***! XD

We don't own Hetalia or else you wouldn't be learning anything and about 90% would be DenAme fluffy crap!

Frozen Inferno

Everybody knew what happened during the cold war, every damned meeting just ended up with Russia and America threatening each other to no end. It would have looked like two overgrown children fighting over a piece of candy, if not because the two children were horrifying powerhouses fighting over the gumball called the world.

They squabble because their bosses said so, at first it was just an act to make them happy. The real confrontations were between their bosses.

Ivan and Alfred's were still friends…and they tried their best to not let this petty thing in their way. However, it became harder and harder.

"Take that damned psychotic, demonic, commie whore down!"

"I want you to destroy that stupid capitalist swine!"

Their bosses' pleas were getting harder and harder to forget, until they just lost it. They got sucked in the dark hole and they started to believe the influential words of their bosses and people.

They didn't care if the two were the best of friends outside the conference room; at the end of the day all that mattered to them was the loyalty of their semi-immortal puppets.

So to put it simple, they were no longer friends.

Canada was sandwiched between. He became paranoid with the idea of two best friends killing each other for the sake of supremacy. It wasn't the Cold War he wanted to stop (well maybe a little bit) but the quarrel between the two former friends. If Canada couldn't do it then Mattie can. If he couldn't do it…well at least he had a plan B.

"Let the awesome Prussia handle everything!" shouted the ex-nation. He and Mattie have been planning this for a few weeks now. After a few months of depression from losing his title as a country, he has adjusted to life as Russia's housemate.

It wasn't so bad…he got free food and it was actually fun playing around the unexpectedly soft Russian. He also enjoyed teasing Ivan on his secret crush on a certain-maple lover and capitalizing on his Belarusian-centered fears. After a few more years, you could even say that they're the best of friends. And since America was his friend's brother, he was kinda his friend by proxy.

~*CANADA'S HOUSE*~

America's eyes were a lot different now; they were electric blue and angled sharply. He got his glass of cola and emptied its contacts to the Russian's pale face. Canada and Prussia suddenly felt the need to stop moving and talking.

"Why did you do that?" Russia asked calmly giving him his sweet innocent smile that everybody feared, sadly, there was one who wasn't afraid of it.

"You look damn better as a pathetic wet dog you are!" Alfred smirked moving his face rather too close to the giant nose of Ivan.

"You look better beaten to a pulp, Da?" The room got cold as Russia picked the younger America by the neck. His smile was still creepy and his aura got darker.

"W-what happened to us? Tell me." Alfred's voice broke with his eyes quivering. Russia felt his soul melt as well.

"What did Catherine see in me? Why the hell did you help against Britain? What the fuck did you see in a damned rat like me?" America pulled Russia closer by his scarf and his other hand was squeezing on Ivan's thick arms, crushing the bone under the layers of muscle.

"She saw what was happening to Britain. She saw the wrongs his king had committed. I saw a nation that had so much potential. I saw a friend. But I was wrong as fuck to think that you'd be smart enough to not mess with me." Russia opened his cold amethyst eyes that made the two spectators move back.

"So…I'm a threat? Good thing this bro-thing's over, eh…Vany?" America chuckled and knee-kicked his hard gut, making Russia release the blonde.

"Right…Fredka!" Ivan laughed darkly, giving his opponent the chance to pin him to the room's corner. America yanked the wooly scarf and got his trusty knife out. He placed it under the Russian's thick yet sensitive neck.

"I thought, you couldn't stop laughing one you had your scarf off?" America glared putting the knife a bit closer to his exposed neck.

"Even I don't know why…" Russia got out his own knife, ready to stab the American's broad back. "Fredka."

Alfred laughed slowly and unbuttoned Russia's heavy trench coat, revealing the large, bulky body underneath.

"Let's see how many scars I can add here." The silvery knife went down to the hard mound of Ivan's chest threatening to pierce through his heart.

Russia ripped off half of Alfred's shirt, revealing his lightly tanned and painfully defined body. The warmth could've melted the Communist's palm. He brought strong legs around the seductively slim and taut waist of the tanner man.

"I'd gladly make your favorite bacon from you, capitalist swine." The knife threatened to push down Alfred's nape.

"Why don't we just end the whole world already? We have the nukes…don't we?" America smirked.

"Da." They're noses were about to touch.

"W-why don't you stop them?" asked Gilbert nervously. Canada smacked him hard on the head.

"I don't want to get more involved than I already am!" The light blonde crossed his arms. The two by-standers started exchanging heated glares when all of a sudden they heard a duet of loud happy laughter.

"'Nuke the world'?...I didn't know you were that desperate, Fredka!" Ivan kept on rolling to and fro on the carpeted floor.

"How 'bout you…Bacon's the best crap you can throw at me?" Alfred laughed kicking his feet repeatedly while on his back.

"Prus-man's right! Improvise is a lot better than Matvey's script!" Russia got up and patted his friend's tanner back.

"Sorry, Mattie. So, how was our performance?" Alfred started picking up the remains of his cotton shirt. Prussia can't help but stare at the body he trained. But his thought was ruined by a frantic Canadian.

"Dark. Emotional. Too Sexy…it just got weird in the end. I mean, I don't see why my script was bad." Canada turned his back to get some beer from the fridge.

"You wrote 'Communism's bad' and 'Capitalism is stupid', if you thought about it…it sounds pretty un-awesome!" Prussia immediately grabbed the can of beer and drank it all in one go.

"Well….I was…I was…" Canada became quiet not even sure why he wrote something stupid like that.

"I think it was great, lay of him…Gilly!"America teased with a big smirk.

"Da, me too!" Russia smiled almost holding Canada's hands if he wasn't so scared.

"Ja. Ja. So…you think you can pull this off?" a ruby red eye flashed towards the direction of the three.

"Hell yeah, we are!" the two superpowers said in unison as they did their awesome handshake.

Fist bump. Slide. Chest bump. Turn around. Tutting. America doing a somersault. Russia doing a sweeper kick. Cossack dance. High five. Stand up. High five again.

"AWESOME!" they yelled out. Their sapphire and amethyst eyes smirked at Canada's, making him sigh in exasperation.

"Fine." Canada joined in the secret hand shake.

"AWESOME!"

"yeah…awesome." Canada smiled softly.

"KESESESESE! I want to learn that!" the albino cut in.

"SURE."

Canada sighed again but smiled at the optimism the two had…maybe it was true that friendship was a lot stronger than war.

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