So, sasunaru13 asked for some RusAme and, well...

Angst

Alfred stared up at his father, aghast. "What are you saying?" he demanded, hands curled into fists.

"Exactly as you heard," the king said. "This man is not a loyal servant. He is a spy, sent from Ssuria." After a silent moment, the king's face softened. "I know you are fond of him, Alfred – I'm sorry."

Turning to where he was being held by several of the king's guard, Alfred stared at Ivan, his vision going a little blurry. The man he loved was still smiling, as he always did. "Is this true?" Alfred whispered, hoping, praying, that his father was mistaken, that it couldn't possibly be Ivan. But Ivan nodded, and Alfred felt as if his entire world had been swept from under him.

Fluff

Ivan blinked. About a dozen sunflowers stood at his front door. A pair of arms were wrapped around them and a blond head of hair with glasses peeked around them. Ivan found those blue eyes beyond the lenses and Alfred grinned.

"Hey," he said, sounding a little breathless. "Happy Valentine's Day."

Ivan beamed and reached out – for the flowers, his boyfriend and all.

Humour

Having said his last words to the rude customers in booth five, Alfred spun on his heel and marched off, unaware of his surroundings in his anger. As such, he missed the kid's bag which was poking out from under a table. His foot caught on it. Eyes widening, Alfred tried to rock back onto that foot to stop himself overbalancing. Then he saw all the food and drinks shifting on the tray, the kid's wide eyes as he watched, and Alfred tried to pitch himself to the side so he didn't hurt him. And so he fell into table twelve, the tray flying from his hands, his shoulder slamming into the edge of it and shoving it forward with a horrid screech accompanied by the smashing of the glasses and plates.

Everything stilled. No-one spoke: they all seemed to be holding their breaths. Wondering how many plates had survived, Alfred was quick to push himself upright, ignoring the throbs of pain in his shoulder and knees. When he took in the scene, his eyes went wide with horror.

The tall, attractive man he'd been attempting to flirt with was covered in salad, sauces and sticky sodas. A piece of pasta fell from his head as Alfred stared. His eyes were screwed shut and lips pursed into a line, even though the corners were still turned up a little. All his clothes were stained and ruined. The scarf which had seemed so precious to him was soaked through.

Alfred was unable to dredge up the words for an apology, his mouth flapping as he tried to force an attempt.

Smut

Finally, Ivan shoved himself all the way in and Alfred felt blissfully full. He cried out as it happened, mouth wide open and yet smiling in contentment. When he managed to open his eyes, he found Ivan smiling too, his chest heaving as he panted from the effort of staying still. Spotting that Alfred was looking at him, Ivan leaned down to press a kiss to Alfred's sweaty forehead.

Reaching out a hand, Alfred grasped Ivan's shoulder, his other hand still clutching at the sheets. His nails dug in and Alfred had a sudden vision of Ivan's back, all scratched up. It was entirely erotic and he shuddered at the thought. Grip tightening, Alfred breathlessly declared, "Fuck!"

"Would you like me to?" Ivan asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Yes," Alfred pleaded, and Ivan obliged, pulling out and thrusting back in. Alfred cried out in pleasure.

Au/Crossover (Star Trek)

"Captain," said a voice and Alfred turned to find Ivan standing at the door. One of his large hands was wrapped around the arm of a man Alfred's height and build. His hair was longer and curlier than Alfred's and his clothes were not Federation issue. He also seemed to be dazed, his eyes unable to focus on the med bay. "I found this man wandering around on Deck Five," Ivan explained, dragging him forward.

Alfred frowned, moving forward to peer at the man. "Did you stun him?" he asked, waving Artie over so the doctor could take a look at him.

"No," said Ivan, far too cheerfully.

"I'm sure if he'd stunned him, we'd know it," Artie interjected with a roll of his eyes. He divested Ivan of his burdened and turned to them. "There's not much else to tell you about Kiku, Al, and I need to see to this bloke, so take your flirting elsewhere, please."

(Fantasia)

Due to Ivan's Dark Magic, not many people wanted him around. He was a lot more powerful than any wizard he had ever come across and had even beaten large monsters who had thought he was dinner. Despite his smiles, however, no-one wanted to team up with him.

Until Alfred.

"Hey, c'mon!" came the cry from behind Ivan as he strode ever onwards. "Wait up! I just wanna talk to you." A yelp came from behind and, when Ivan paused to look back, he saw that Alfred's huge gun had overbalanced him and he was lying on the ground.

Intrigued, Ivan trekked back to him, looking down at him from on high. "What do you want to talk about?"

Alfred grinned. "About joining my awesome hero party, of course!" he declared, and Ivan's heart skipped a beat.

Kinky

"Well? What d'ya think?" Alfred said as he came back from the en suite. "Worth the wait?"

Ivan, who had been idly stroking himself to keep himself in the mood, looked up – and his jaw dropped. Alfred had taken so long because he'd been forcing himself into a corset. And not just any corset: an American flag corset. Frilly white stockings had been pulled over his muscled legs, stretched tight. A garter had been rolled up to Alfred's thigh, though it was a little askew. He also wore a pair of white high heels which fastened with a large star, covered in glitter. A star hair clip completed the image.

Or, rather, the make-up did. Alfred's lips were a brighter red than they normally were. Dark lines spiralled away from his eyelashes while each eye had a different coloured eyeshadow: one was red, the other blue and both drowned in glitter. For some reason, he had also drawn a red and blue striped star on his cheek. Ivan had the strong urge to smudge it, to kiss away that redness, to watch Alfred cry away the stuff around his eyes.

He nearly came just from the sight of his beautiful boyfriend.

Fetish

"What're ya doing?!" Alfred exclaimed from his position where Ivan had him pinned down.

"You tickled me earlier," Ivan said, pouting a little. He still looked a little amused, though, even more so when he continued. "Now it's my turn."

Alfred's eyes widened. "Wait. No, Ivan – don't!"

But it was too late. Using one hand to keep Alfred pinned down, Ivan began to tickle his side with one hand. Alfred tried to resist, told himself it wasn't actually tickly, but he was fighting a losing battle. He let loose a big laugh, unable to keep himself from giggling as Ivan kept up his light touches. While he laughed, though, he could feel himself reacting in other ways, arousal flooding through him. It had always been like that for Alfred: somehow, the sensation of fingers brushing over his sides had always felt more intimate than expected.

And, this time, Ivan noticed.

Hurt/Comfort

"Don't cry!" Alfred exclaimed as Ivan teared up, hugging his knee.

"But it hurts," Ivan replied with a sniffle.

"I know what to do!" the smaller boy said and rushed off towards the bathroom.

Without his friend around to distract him, Ivan sniffled all the more, trying to hold back the tears. All in vain, as he felt wetness on his cheeks. He stared at his injured knee, the red graze throbbing insistently. Drawing his knee closer, Ivan cried all the more, wishing his mother was there to kiss it better.

All of a sudden, Alfred was there with a little box. Peering at it through his tears, Ivan saw superheroes adorning it. Alfred knelt beside him and pulled out something. Rubbing at his eyes, Ivan watched in awe as Alfred opened a plaster and placed it gently on Ivan's knee. He smoothed it down with careful fingers. "There!" he said, cheerfully. "All done. You're all better now!" And he pressed a quick kiss to the face of the Hulk.

H/C #2

Slowly, Ivan unwrapped his scarf. Alfred held his breath as the material fell away, revealing his pale skin – and the scars underneath. Each one looked deep, red and angry as Ivan's father must have been when it happened. The longer Alfred stared, the less Ivan smiled, his eyes turned away.

Eventually, Alfred came to his senses and he shifted forward. Ivan flinched but Alfred only cradled his face and gave him a peck on the cheek. He stroked where he kissed before letting his fingers trail down to the raised skin on Ivan's neck. Looking pained, Ivan turned his head aside, his entire body trembling, likely from the suppressed desire to jerk away from Alfred. But he didn't let Ivan get away and bent lower, pressing an experimental kiss to one of the scars. Ivan immediately tensed.

"You still look gorgeous," Alfred murmured against him.

First Love

"Oh, God. Oh, no," Alfred gasped, flailing around in his attempt to get off the bed. He ended up flopping face down on the mattress, his ass in the air and his feet tangled in the pillow he had just had his head on.

"Where are you going?" Ivan mumbled, lazily. The breath caught in Alfred's throat as he turned his head slightly to look at him, eyes wide. Ivan was smiling at him. "Come back," he said.

"I-I'm so sorry, Ivan," Alfred cried, pushing himself onto his knees and trying to ignore the fact that he was naked. Ivan tilted his head in response, still smiling. "I took advantage of you!"

That made Ivan pause, his smile dimming, a sight Alfred hated to see. "Don't you... remember anything from last night?" Something in Alfred's face must have confirmed his suspicions because Ivan looked away, staring at his desk. "I told you that I love you. I've always loved you." He looked up again, his gaze piercing Alfred's heart. "It's only ever been you."

Fantasy

The clash of swords almost drowned out Ivan's voice as he reached Alfred. "The undead are close to overpowering us!" he told Alfred. "Arthur's magic has gotten stronger!"

Alfred kicked away the latest skeleton-man he'd killed and watched it disintegrate as it fell from his magic sword before he turned to his constant companion. "We must protect the princess!" he said as he dodged the attack of another skeleton-man. His sword swiped out and cut it in half. "Every moment that Lili has for that spell means our saving! Even if..." Alfred took a breath, knowing the time had come, time for the prophecy to come to fruition.

Ivan knew it, too. "Wait, Alfred," he cried out as Alfred turned away from him. "Don't do this!"

Horror

Alfred stared up at the demon, its black eyes staring out from Ivan's kind face. They seemed to twist his usual friendly grin into something grotesque and terrifying. Blood dripped from his lips and from the heart he still held in one fist – Gilbert's heart. Alfred felt sick.

With a little giggle, Ivan stepped over Gilbert's body, stood on Lovino's with sickening cracks, and was soon right in front of Alfred. "Well?" he said, his voice strange. It sounded as if Ivan's normal voice was being backed by multiple people screaming. "What else are you going to do to entertain me?"

"No..." Alfred breathed, backing off. His foot caught on something and he fell backwards, finding himself staring in horror at the bodies of Francis and Arthur, both of whom were stuck together on the long, sharp piece of metal they'd been run through with. Distantly, he noted that they were curled towards each other, fingers intertwined. He returned his gaze to Ivan who leered at him. "No, please. Don't do this, Ivan. Fight it!"

The demon sighed. "Now, that's just not interesting enough. So predictable." He reached down and grabbed hold of Alfred's shirt, dragging him back to his feet and then off the floor. Alfred instinctively grabbed at his hand as the demon threw aside the heart. "I think it's time to get rid of you."

Trying to look into those awful eyes, Alfred felt tears gathering at the corners of his own. "Please. Ivan." Taking a deep breath, Alfred told Ivan what he'd wanted to tell him for months now. "I love you."

Ivan's hand plunged into his stomach, the demon grinning widely.

Adventure

"Ah! Ivan!" Alfred exclaimed, hurrying towards him.

"Stop, Alfred!" Ivan commanded, pointing at something in front of him.

Alfred did as he was told, looking down. They were separated from each other by a hole in the floor. And, from experience, it was likely a bottomless pit. Alfred's heart ached, upset that they weren't able to be side by side after all they'd been through. He looked around, wondering what to do now – and spotted a piece of rope hanging down just beside him.

Grabbing it, Alfred looked over at Ivan who blinked at him. "I'm gonna swing over," he told him with a grin. "Move back." Though Ivan didn't look convinced on how good an idea it was, he did as he was told and moved out of the way. Alfred tugged on the rope a couple of times and, convinced that it would hold him, stepped back a little before he took a running jump. He soared through the air, his goal in sight.

Then he felt a jerk and, heart beating wildly, he looked up – the rope was coming apart.

UST（Unresolved Sexual Tension）

Alfred couldn't believe this was happening. Not with Ivan of all people. And there was absolutely no way he could get out of this.

He stared over at where Ivan had settled on the floor of the elevator, one of the books he had evidently just bought open somewhere in the middle. It looked like being trapped in the metal box wasn't bothering him. Alfred frowned at that and glared at him all the harder. It annoyed him that he looked so good despite being all bundled up against the cold weather, with a heavy, long coat and a pink scarf. God, he wanted to know what was under them. His face was round and his nose was long but it suited him, somehow, with his endlessly cheerful expressions. Whenever he turned those infuriating smiles on Alfred, it made his heart beat far too fast.

Now, he was quick to look away when Ivan glanced up, his face burning.

Future

Alfred couldn't believe that his very first flight in his fancy new hover-car had ended in a crash. He was still getting the hang of the controls when he'd dropped a little lower than his lane. A larger, sturdier car had been in the one below and smashed into him. Both vehicles had spun downwards, only stopped by the Safety Barrier and lowered safely to the ground and a quiet street in New York.

He groaned as he considered his options. There weren't many and all of them were going to be expensive. His data chip would definitely be down-sized. Reluctantly, he pushed up the door and got out, his eyes on the ground as he stepped around his car to speak to the man getting out of his own car.

When he looked up, it felt like his breath had been stolen. The man was tall and broad and looked like he could actually lift Alfred. Instead of scowling as Alfred had expected, he was smiling broadly, looking quite cheerful. A scarf was wound around his neck and his heavy coat was unbuttoned to reveal a woolly sweater and jeans. Alfred gaped at him, unable to find the words as the man introduced himself as Ivan Braginski.

Suspense

"Ivan!" Alfred cried, rushing to where the bigger man was tied to a chair. He was slumped forward, blood covering his arms and shirt. His tie was missing as were all of his outer clothes. As quickly as he could, Alfred untied him, Ivan stirring as he did so.

"Well?" he asked, smiling up at Alfred. "Did you figure out who's doing this?"

Alfred bit his lip. "No," admitted the detective, shaking his head. "They must've realised pretty quickly that they'd taken the wrong person. Everything's been cleared out. I'm sorry, Ivan..."

Death

"He was a good friend," said Ivan, sadly. The little body was cradled in his large hands, dwarfed by the size of the man. To Alfred, it looked as though the hamster was just sleeping, curled as it was with its eyes closed.

"I'm sure he had a good life," Alfred told him gently, squeezing his arm. He couldn't help smiling fondly. Ivan was adorable and the fact that he got so upset over his hamster's death was both heart-wrenching and terribly sweet. It was obvious to Alfred in that moment why he'd fallen in love with the man.