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An Endless War	By : Shenanigans Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Sorry, no smut in this chapter either, but definitely included in the next chapter.

Wind whipped around the young nation, flipping his hair out of his face and fogging his glasses up.   His bomber jacket scarecely protected him against the biting wind, the cold easily slipping through the barely patched holes that littered the coat.    His eyes burned and his lungs hurt, one hand pressed to his mouth and nose, while the other pounded furiously against the door.

Mid-strike it opened and Alfred halted his swing, staring at Russia.

The nation looked better than ever- bigger, stronger, healthier.

Completely contrasting America.

“Zdravstvujte.” Ivan greeted Alfred with a slight tilt of his head. The large scarf wrapped around his neck did a poor job at concealing the pleasant smile Russia gave in response to seeing the younger nation’s pitiful appearance.

Alfred’s lips drew into a deep frown, but he bit back any insults, instead replying with a lame, “pleevyet.”

Ivan’s smile grew at the butchering of his language, but he didn’t correct the other. “What is occasion for visit, comrade?” He questioned, studying the shivering nation.   He made no attempt to open the door and allow the other in, just continued to happily stare at the freezing man.

“F-Fuck, dude, just, just, let me in- I’ll tell you about it when I-I’m not f—fuckin- freezin my fuckin balls off.” America’s arms were wrapped tightly around his body and the lower half of his face was buried inside his jacket.    His eyes narrowed from behind the fogged glasses and he coughed lightly.

“Oh no, is not Russian custom to let in without knowledge-“ The grin was beginning to slowly spread on Ivan’s pale lips, while, despite the cold, America’s cheeks flared up in anger – the guy was fucking with him!

“-Now, what is problem?”

His breath came out in short, sudden puffs, before being dragged off by the wind.   “…I want- I mean, my boss-“ He corrected himself immediately.   He didn’t want to come here to begin with, nor did he want Russia to think this was at all a willing trip. He swallowed, adams apple bobbing in his throat, and forced himself to stop chattering. “-Wants to offer a…A plea of sorts.”

A gentle chortle left Russia at the statement and his head slowly began to nod. “Ah…    You want help, yes?”   Although the belittling laughter continued, the door opened and Ivan stepped back, allowing room for the American to enter.

Glaring, Alfred entered the house, brushing past Ivan none-too-gently, and standing in the middle of the room. The house – well, mansion it could now be called, was better than even Alfred had during his peak.   Intricate patterns ran along the walls, expensive furniture was placed along the floor and beautiful paintings hung up. But, even with all this, the place was still creepy, still that unsettling little apartment that the man once occupied.

Slowly, he pulled his gaze from his surroundings and focused them instead on the patient man standing next to the door.   He surveyed him a moment, before letting out a small sigh and fishing a paper out of his coat. The Russian’s eyes followed his movements, but he stayed silent, instead waiting for what Alfred had to say.

“This is…The Boss wanted to make a deal…a, uh, negotiation – it’s all on here. Short term benefits, long term benefits, how you will be repaid and how long it will last.” He stepped towards Ivan, body still shivering from the cold and held out the parchment between pale, trembling fingers. Although his body shook weakly, his chin stayed up, his chest puffed out and his head was held high.

No matter how damaged he was, he was still America after all.

Ivan finally moved, stepping forward and accepting the paper and opening it up.   Pale violet eyes scanned over the paper and, without looking up, he turned on his heel, starting up a flight of stairs.

“Follow.”

Alfred’s lips drew into a slow frown, but he obediently followed after the other, the tremors shooting up and down his body slowly beginning to ebb in their intensity as the warmth of the house began to take effect.

Ivan led the other into a room with the door already open. A large desk in the middle and important books stacked up inside shelves easily gave off the impression that this was an important business room.

“Close door.”

Ivan sat down at the table, setting the paper down on the desk and watching as Alfred feebly shut the door with a small click.

“Sit.”

The frown on Alfred’s lips seemed to deepen considerably, but he obeyed and took a seat on an expensive, but uncomfortable chair, across from the table.    A clock mounted up on the wall clicked loudly, each spring of the second hand sounding like a burst of thunder in the silent room.    Awkwardly, the teen began to slide down in the chair, fiddling with his gloves.   A large hole occupied the palm of his left hand and two of his fingers poked out of the tips of the fingers on the right.

“I will not benefit from broken country.”

And with that, Ivan lifted the paper and promptly tore it in half.   Alfred’s eyes widened from behind his glasses and he stood up, wincing, as if the tearing of the paper hurt him as well.   “Yeah, it wont help just yet, but think of all the resources!   If you get us on our feet, you’ll have access to all sorts of food, our weapons, plus, you can station your troops in there and trading markets – it’s in a perfect location for importing and exporting! Please! We’ve gone to everyone! Just, we need just a small boost, we’ll repay you once we’ve gotten back to normal!”

Ivan’s chortle returned and he reclined in his seat, fingers lacing and resting on his stomach.   “I will help, only under one condition…”

A look of hesitant hope spread across Alfred’s face and he leaned forward, blue eyes wide and lips parted.    For once, he said nothing, just letting the other speak his mind – hoping this ‘one condition’ would have favorable benefits.

“I get full control of country now.”   Ivan replied with a smile that slowly began to spread into something more devious.   Alfred shot up, looking ready to object, but Ivan cut him off, continuing. “-I control country, I control attack, I control export, import, I control who goes in country and who goes out. But, I will fuel you with all money you need, all weapons, I will help you win war – and once you win war, I will completely release control. I will ask for no more, you will have complete independence, you will not owe any debt.”

The younger nation’s lips moved, opening then closing, attempting to formulate words. His heart pound in his chest and his lips were slowly beginning to spread into a grin.

“-And, no other country will know – they will think we just have alliance, you will still be seen as independent country throughout whole thing.”

That was it – America had hit the deal of a life time.   Did Russia not realize what he was missing out on? Yeah, he’d get bossed around a bit, but he was guaranteed to win, to have his freedom – Ivan was a fucking dumbass- it was plain to anyone with half a brain that America was on the winning end of this agreement.

“We have deal?” Ivan questioned pleasantly, holding out a hand for the other to take.    Alfred didn’t hesitate, immediately reaching over and seizing the other’s hand, shaking three times. “Deal, I’ll do anything you want, man.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the grip on Alfred’s hand tightened and Russia stood up, staring at him with a sinister smile.

“Good, then we will become one.”
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