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Fallen Embers	By : FlayraDowitcher Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1799 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.

Chapter List
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- 3
- 4
***Warnings: Language, crude jokes, light yaoi, chatroom conversations (short!)

***Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I am making no money off of this fic.

Chapter 3

Breakfast meats never stood a chance against Alfred's fork and mouth. The bad dreams never ceased his appetite, and with the promise of seeing Ivan later, he just couldn't stop. By his third trip up to the food stand, the chef had slammed the metal window down and told him to go away. Pouting down at his now empty plate and tray, Alfred returned it to the proper spot then went off to the exercise room. He did his normal warm-up routine, then moved on to boxing and weight lifting. However, he did cut his exercise routine short because he wanted to quickly shower and get outside to see Ivan. So with his routine finished, Alfred grabbed a fresh towel from the locker room and entered the showers. The moment he turned the hot water on in the stall, another soldier looked over the top.

"Hey Jones, did ya' hear we got the whole night off?"

"What? Really?" Alfred grinned from ear to ear. Now he could get in some more gaming time! "That's awesome, dude! What's the occasion?"

"Ah, the head general's got a date with some Russian lady. That guy doesn't know where he wants his dick to go."

Alfred laughed. "So we can just eat and go to bed?"

"Basically."

"Sweet!" Alfred would be allowed more time with Ivan today if that were the case.

"But hey, a bunch of us are heading out into the city tonight. You know, visit some of the local joints, if ya' catch my drift!"

Alfred gave a little laugh, not willing to spend his night strip club hopping when he could be shooting zombies and bad guys. But if he didn't go, then the gay jokes would only get worse. If they had more nights off like this, then Alfred would go with them. Thinking fast, Alfred agreed to go, but would later say he had a stomach ache from too much food. He rather have the fat jokes than the gay jokes.

"Great! We'll swing by your room and pick ya' up!"

"Sounds great! I can't wait!"

/

"Fucking hell, it's cold today!" Alfred let out a puff of air while he trudged through the snow. "Stupid Russian weather…it's only fit for a moose! Or whatever lives out here!" The graveyard seemed much further than yesterday, and he had to wonder if he was going in the right direction. It was the cold that was making it hard for him to know where he was going. The wool scarf around his mouth and nose needed to be thicker. From now on, he decided that using the clothing his dad makes is only for quick outside walks. But for a walk like this, he would need the military stuff. "If I tell dad that, then he'll probably knit me a scarf twice as thick and three times as itchy.

Finally, he saw the familiar statue up ahead and gave a 'whoop' of victory. Alfred ran as quickly as he could through the snow. This time there was no whispering, but Alfred was only focused on Ivan's stone form coming closer and closer. Running around stone markers and tiny tombstones, he reached the base of the statue, panting heavily. The snow had slowed him down and used up almost all of his endurance. He silently cursed the Russian weather again before smiling up at Ivan. The statue still looked the same, gazing off into the distance. Alfred pat the stone boot.

"What's up, Ivan? Staying warm?" He laughed. "How do you even handle this kind of freezing cold?" Alfred once again felt the heat coming from Ivan. "What's up with this warmth again? You shouldn't be warm." He looked up at Ivan again. "Is the rest of you warm?" Carefully, Alfred grabbed Ivan's stone arm and settled his foot on the base. With a grunt, he pulled himself up so he was standing directly against Ivan. The statue was a tad bit taller than he was, and Alfred had to tilt his head to look into the stone eyes. No pupils. "I wonder what color eyes you had…if you're a real person. Are you magic?"

Alfred's eyes widened when his whole body began to feel warm. Ivan's body was warm all over, despite being stone. The warmth was comforting, and strangely familiar. Alfred felt his face flush as he clung to the statue, taking in the warmth Ivan offered. He didn't care why the statue was warm, but Alfred knew he never wanted to let go. For some reason, Alfred felt like crying yet did not know the reason why. He was too much of a tough guy to cry, but holding onto Ivan like this, he could feel the tears stinging his eyes. "What are you?"

'Warm…I am warm again. So warm…' Purple eyes, which have been frozen in time, slowly opened as the warmth of another encircled his body. 'Light?' He gasped. 'Light, have you returned to me?' A cold gust of wind suddenly struck his body, but the warm was enough to combat it. He looked up from the floor to see the God of Winter coming towards him. Purple eyes looked towards the god. 'Is it my Light? Is he here?'

The God of Winter looked up and pointed a gray finger. Purple eyes followed the finger, and gasped when he saw a large oval in the black sky. The figure of a man and a statue, his body, suddenly came into view. He rolled onto his back and gazed up at the man holding his stone body. The man tilted his head down, and those same blue eyes from thousands of years ago unknowingly met purple.

'He cannot see you.' The God of Winter spoke. 'That is your Light.'

'Light…my beloved.' He reached his hands up to the image, but frowned when he saw the heavy shackles on his wrists. He was still chained to the floor, even after all these centuries of a cold sleep. He sat up and looked down at his body, finding his ankles were shackled as well. The chains led to a large iron loop on the floor. Purple eyes looked up again. 'Light is still so beautiful…' He could hear his Light speaking, but could not understand him. 'My Lord of All, what is he saying? I wish to hear his voice.' Purple eyes pleaded with the gray god.

'I will grant you the ability to understand his words. For as you know, Light is in danger.'

'Danger? What kind of danger?' He had to protect his Light.

'The old gods, though forgotten, still roam this world. They hold no power against humans, but they can and will harm your Light. Light is still an ancient being despite his many reincarnations.'

He growled. 'I won't let them! I will kill every last one!'

'Only you have the power to do so. I would like to be rid of my old foes.'

'Then grant me the power to return to human form and protect him! Please, my Lord of All! I can destroy your foes as well. I will rip the flesh from their bones! I will tear them limb from limb and feast upon their blood! I will build you a throne out of their bones!'

The God of Winter looked at him. 'And just how will you do that? You are here with me. I own your body and heart.' He held out his hand and showed the beating heart in his palm. 'Your heart still belongs to me. Only your Light can set you free.'

Pale brows went up in sorrow. 'But then…how can I protect him? How can I save him from those old gods? Do you not want me to slay your foes for you?'

'You may slay my foes as well as protect your beloved. However, I will let your spirit form enter the human world. You may protect your Light in that form. But, you will not be able to touch him. You will be a ghost; a phantom; able to slay the old gods, but your Light will be untouchable.'

'When can I touch him? When?'

'Only your Light can decide that. He does not remember who is he or where he came from. He does not remember you. Releasing his old self is a mystery to me; it is one you must find out on your own. I do not hold such knowledge about the Sun Angels. There is something they fear from your Light, though. From both of you.'

'Fear?'

'They are after him now that he has come upon your body. They will likely kill him again, keeping you two apart.'

He stood up in his heavy chains, slouching slightly at the weight. 'I will kill them all before they touch my Light.' He remembered how Light's body turned to ash between his fingers. 'I will not have that happen again.'

'Then you must do everything in your power to save him.' The God of Winter made the beating heart disappear. 'Your heart is still mine.' The gray hand reached out, facing the other with palm up. 'You may only become a phantom when your Light bids it of you.' Gray lips smirked and the God of Winter disappeared.

'I must find the answer on my own.' He thought, and looked back up at Light. 'I must get him to notice me…to see me…but how?' He could hear his beloved talking, and this time, he could understand the words.

"Hey Ivan, I'm going to have to be getting back now. It's almost time for lunch and the cold is getting to me!"

'Your voice is the same.' He smiled. 'Ivan? Is that what you call me?' Looking at Light's smile, he smiled himself. 'You may call me 'Ivan'. I've lost my name…but you can name me. I like that name. I am 'Ivan' from now on. But what is your name?'

"Ah, damn it! Alfred, you're always late! I'm gonna miss lunch!"

'Alfred? Alfred…that is your name?' Ivan smiled. 'Yes, you're my Alfred. My Light.' Ivan looked upon him with pure happiness spreading through his body. It had been centuries since such warmth and happiness were given to him. Everything was still the same as it was when he went into that cold sleep. If only his Alfred would remember them; what they were and how much they loved each other. 'Wait!' He gasped. 'Alfred! My Light! Where are you going?'

Ivan watched as Alfred started to walk away from him, and he panicked. He tried to follow him, but the chains held him back. Ivan looked at the long binds and grit his teeth as he desperately tried to break them. Looking up, he nearly wailed in despair when Alfred was getting further and further away from him. Wildly, he thrashed and pulled in the chains. His beloved was leaving him again, and there was no chance of reaching him. 'Alfred! Alfred please! Don't leave! MY LIGHT!' He reached a chained hand out towards the slowly disappearing figure, but still could not reach him. Just like before, his lover was gone from him and he was bound to the earth. But the worse of it all was…that warmth was gone. Ivan dropped to his knees on the black floor, feeling the tears trickle down his cheeks. He rest a finger against one, and pulled it away to see that it was blood he was crying, not tears. He was no longer fully human, and he was cold once again. 'My Alfred…just like all those years ago, just your body being near me kept me warm. Now that you left, I am cold once again.'

The sorrow and endless pain of despair was felt once again. He needed to be near his Light once again. Ivan needed and wanted that warmth. But how can he get to Alfred, his Light, while chained in another world? What could he do? Ivan thought back to their times together, and remembered his lover saying something about how much he loved to dream. That made him smile, for he recalled his Light always dreaming about him. When Ivan would lay awake at night, he would always close his eyes and ask for his love to dream of him. Every day, Light would come back and tell of his dream they had with each other. If it worked then, it would work now.

'Dream of me.' Ivan whispered to himself and lay flat on his back, closing his eyes. 'Dream of me, your beloved. Your lover. Your protector. Dream of me holding you…kissing you…cherishing you…making love to you. Dream of it all…then call to me. Call me to you.'

/

"Damn it all!" Alfred nearly threw the controller on the floor when he saw the large bloody words of 'Game Over' on the screen. "This level was not meant to be beaten!" He shoved some more care package chips into his mouth, chewing loudly. "It's rigged!" Angrily, he picked the discontinue option and shut off the system. The clock read 11:35, and tomorrow he would have to be up early; like always. "Man…I lost track of time. I'll be a zombie myself tomorrow morning."

Already in his pajamas, Alfred flopped onto his bed and looked up at the pinup girl poster. He desperately needed a new one. She was doing nothing for him anymore. Whining at his failure to beat a level and the now boring chick on the ceiling, Alfred threw the covers over his head. Tomorrow he would be testing some guns and ammo. He liked to test the guns, but blowing things up with bombs proved to be more stimulating and fun. Either way, he needed to get to sleep or else his reflexes would be off. All he needed to do was accidently shoot someone in the face. So he rolled over to bury his face in the pillow; and sleep came to him.

~*Dream*~

Alfred awoke in his bed at the sound of his door opening. He opened his eyes at the sound, knowing that he had locked the door. Sitting up, he looked to the door and saw someone standing there in the dark. The person did not scare him at all. Someone was in his room in the dead of night, in the dark, and yet he wasn't afraid. 'Who are you?' Alfred asked, reaching over to turn on the light. He gasped when he saw the stone statue of Ivan standing by the now closed door. 'Ivan?'

The statue said nothing, but only approached him.

Alfred gulped. 'I-Ivan…how did you get here? I thought you were stone.' Blue eyes looked into those gray stone orbs as the statue approached his bed. It moved like a human would. Alfred felt his face grow hot when it climbed onto his bed, removing the sheet from his body. Still, Alfred was not threatened nor scared by the statue. There was nothing to be frightened about, it was only Ivan. 'But why am I not afraid of you? Just who are you?'

Once again, the statue said nothing as he gently guided Alfred back onto the bed. Alfred's face flushed again, and he looked up into the familiar face that he still did not know. On his own, Alfred reached a hand out to touch the bicep, feeling the rough texture of stone. However, just like outside, the statue was warm, as if he were real. Alfred was in awe at the magic being above him and let his hands wander free over the body that seemed so known to him. Beneath his fingers he could feel the muscles twitching under his touch. Alfred wondered if this stone was just a thin layer of shell, and beneath it was an actual person.

'I know you.' Alfred whispered, gazing into the stone face. The statue leaned down so their faces were inches apart, making him blush again. He let Ivan's warm stone lips press against his own. A thrill of excitement rushed through him as he moved his lips along with Ivan's. Strange as it was, it felt right to do. Shamelessly, Alfred spread his legs and felt something hot and hard press against the front of his pajamas. The feeling excited him further, and he felt his own arousal grow. Never had he done anything like this before with anyone, but with Ivan it was different somehow. 'How do I know you?'

'Know me more.' Ivan suddenly spoke, and Alfred looked up at him.

'I don't know who you are.'

'Say you need me.'

'I…I don't know who are you! I'm confused! I don't know just who you are? So how can I need you? Who are you?'

The alarm clock jerked him away, and Alfred let out a wide mouthed gasp. He sat up in the bed, panting and gasping for breath. His body shook with fear and exhaustion. 'What was that dream about?' He asked himself and leaned over to stop the alarm. 'I've…NEVER had a sex dream like that! I almost let him- ' Alfred's eyes widened when he felt the bile form in his throat. Quickly, he jumped out of bed and grabbed the wastebasket, holding it up to his face as he gagged. He only threw up a little, but it was enough to leave a sour taste in his mouth. Then, he happened to look down at his pants to find an erection presenting itself in a proud tent. Alfred turned bright red, feeling his skin crawl and his hair stick up straight. He's never gotten a full arousal from a man before! Must less a magical statue. He didn't DARE touch it.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" He put the wastebasket back down and walked to the window, lifting the shade to look out at the morning sun. He looked out into the direction of the cemetery, wishing he could see it from the room. Alfred wanted to know if the statue was still there, or if it were magic like that one soldier had said. "Why would I dream about that? That's…like…something kinky a sex maniac would dream up." He paled. "Oh God…maybe I do read too many comic books and graphic novels!"

The color came back to his face, a soft pink this time as he remembered the feel of the statue. Even if he were gay, Alfred never thought he would want to be the bottom. Ivan's stone body was slightly larger than his, in both muscle and weight. The statue was a giant, but it had been gentle with him, and the kisses were warm. It felt like he had done all this before, but Alfred knew he had never been with anyone. Okay, he had made out with and fooled around with a girl or two, but it wasn't the same. Did this mean he was gay or just kinky? Closing his eyes, he pictured one of the Victoria Secret models in bondage, yet he felt nothing. Then, he imagined himself laying with Ivan and his erection suddenly ached for release. Alfred slapped both hands to his face, feeling ashamed. There was nothing to be ashamed about, yet he couldn't stop himself from feeling that way.

How was he going to face the other guys today?

'I couldn't feel him.' Ivan said sadly, looking down at the shackles. 'Even though I was with him, I couldn't feel his touch.' Not being able to feel his Alfred when with him was more painful than the centuries of loneliness. 'He didn't call for me, either. I must have scared him…like I did the first time.' He laid back down on the cold black floor and let out a sigh. Now he was cold once again; cold and lonely.

Now that he was fully awake, Ivan could remember all of the moments they had shared together, including the first time they had made love. He had scared Light back then, too. Like Alfred, Light had been eager but afraid of what was to come. Yet he coaxed his lover with gentle kisses and caresses until the other begged to be taken. This reincarnated form of Light was physically stronger than the one he knew, but nonetheless beautiful. Ivan let out a moan himself, remembering what it was like to make love to his Light. They had both been each other's firsts, with Ivan topping. His lover's body was soft and warm, and though tight, it welcomed him. Light had been in slight pain, but he did everything possible to make it easier. Then that warm body was pressing up against him, taking in his thrusts. Warm arms wrapped tightly around him and a heavenly voice cried out its pleasure to the blue sky. Ivan had never known such pleasure, and he did get a bit carried away the first time. He had flipped his Light over onto his belly so he could finish mounting him the animal way. Ivan also wanted to see those golden wings stretched out and twitching in pleasure as narrow hips were guided back.

'My Light…my Alfred. Say you need me so I can come to you. I need to protect you…and make you mine all over again.'

Alfred hardly touched his breakfast, which had a few fellow soldiers looking on in surprise. One soldier leaned over and with his fork, took one of Alfred's sausages. Alfred barely noticed, to busy playing with his mashed up hash browns. His face rested in the palm of his hand, deep in thought. Another soldier purposefully knocked over his container of milk, spilling the white liquid onto his food. That made Alfred look up, blinking as at least seven soldiers were staring at him. "What?" He asked.

"Did your online boyfriend dump you, or something?" One asked.

"No, and I don't have an online boyfriend! I'm not gay!"

"There's a river in Egypt called, De Nile." Joked another, making a few of the soldiers laugh.

Alfred had heard that one before, and was not amused.

"Hey, I think we hurt his feelings. Aww." Mocked another. "Here, maybe this will cheer you up." The man moved the food around on his plate and held the tray out to Alfred. Alfred looked at it and frowned, seeing as the man rearranged his food to form a penis. Two sausage patties and one hash brown. Alfred flipped the tray over, spilling its contents onto the man. "HEY!"

"I think I did that with my grade school food when I was FIVE! Asshole." Alfred flipped his own tray at the other men and stormed out of the cafeteria hall. He was done with everyone today, and it was only the morning. Alfred took a detour to see the sergeant of his group and request the day off. There was just no way he could put up with the jokes today or else he feared his fist would break some jaws. Alfred arrived at the office and knocked. "Sergeant Derrick?"

"Who is it?"

"It's Alfred Jones, Team B. I need to speak with you."

"Ah, Jones! Yes, come on in."

Alfred opened the door and saluted the sergeant before taking a seat in front of his desk. "Sir, I request the rest of the day off for physical and mental wellness."

Sergeant Derrick stared at him with a raised brow. "What? Hey, this isn't the school nurse, kid. What the hell do you need a day off for?"

"I'm not feeling too good and just need a while to rest. Please, I've never asked for anything before."

"Request denied."

"Why?!"

"I don't recall you ever being 'nice' to me, so why should I do the same?"

Alfred gave him a shocked and disgusted look. "You know what, I should report you for sexual harassment! You're not granting me a day off just because I say 'no' to your advances? That's a real jackass move!"

Sergeant Derrick scoffed. "Good, go and report me. Embarrass yourself further. Let everyone really know that you come from a nest of fags."

Alfred stood up and slammed his hands on the desk, glaring at the other. "For the last time, I'm not gay. Second, just because one was raised by same sex parents, doesn't mean they grow up gay! And if you actually CARED to know people like my parents, you would think differently about them! Are you yourself are gay, since you can't seem to keep your hands off me! Or are just a pervert who likes to flaunt their authority?"

"Get out of my office, Jones! Apologize for this disgusting show of disrespect!"

"WHY SHOULD I?"

"BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T, I'LL HAVE YOU PUT IN SOLITARY CONFINMENT!"

Alfred hissed at that, not wanting to be locked up for two days straight with nothing but some bread and water. Also, if he were locked up, then he wouldn't be able to see Ivan in the cemetery. It went against his pride and his will to fight authority when he was in the right, but Ivan was more important. He still needed to get his thoughts straightened out. So Alfred bowed his head. "I apologize for insulting you, sir. It won't happen again."

"It better not. Now get out of here. And don't ask such a stupid thing again. Get to work!" Alfred left the office, feeling some tears stinging at his eyes but he dare not cry. His thoughts of Ivan would have to wait until later in the day. Right now, he had to go and start testing some guns.

At the shooting range, his aim was off and the Lieutenant observing them noticed it. Alfred fixed his goggles and made sure his earplugs were still in before setting off another round at the target. The bullets only hit the paper target four times out of twenty. Even Alfred himself knew that his aim was off and it needed to be fixed or he'd get a penalty. He may be simply testing them, but his aim had to be good as well. One or two mess ups was allowed, but at the rate he was going, it was best to take the gun away.

"Jones, what the hell is up with you? You shoot like my grandmother!" Shouted the Lieutenant.

He took the earplugs out. "I'm sorry, sir! I'm not feeling good today so my aim is off. I apologize sir!"

"You'll end up killing us at this rate! Hit the showers, loser! Come back tomorrow when you're not whining like a pansy-ass little girl!"

Alfred was actually relieved to hear that he was able to get off. "Yes sir. I'm sorry, sir."

After leaving the shooting range, Alfred retreated back to his dorm and locked himself inside. Now safely hidden from the cruelty of the base, his head was clear to think about Ivan. Taking some Skittles from the care package, he kicked off his boots and sat on the window sill. It was a tight seat, but he felt the need to look in the area where Ivan's statue was. Usually he ate all the red Skittles first, but he didn't care at this point. His mind was elsewhere, trying to make sense of his wet dream last night. Alfred knew he HAD to be gay after a dream like that. Not only that, but he was still yearning for Ivan in the statue form. Thinking about the stone strength of that magical man made him feel heated again.

What was it about Ivan that had him questioning himself like this? The man felt so familiar to him, like an old friend whose name he couldn't remember. Alfred started to think about this in a fictional story sense. Maybe he and Ivan were together years and years ago, but something happened and they were split up. Maybe something like war or betrayal. Alfred wondered if they were both ancient gods in some lost world. Or maybe he was a super hero and Ivan an old enemy or romantic interest? Perhaps they were slaves trying to escape from a horrible master. {1}

"I would like to be a super hero…and Ivan my sidekick or something." He smiled softly, eating a few more Skittles. "Maybe he's a demon and I'm an angel. Or maybe it's the opposite. What if we're being kept apart because we are to powerful together? Oh god, what if one of us can have a baby and the forces above don't want us to?" He nearly dropped his Skittles. "And I was the one on the bottom! GAH!" He shook his head clear of the thoughts. "Hell no! No fucking way!" Holding the Skittles bag up to his mouth, Alfred emptied the contents into his mouth. "Imf bust da duper hewo!" He said with his mouth full.

Or maybe all of this was just the work of his imagination like his dad always said. It may just be his self-conscience telling him that he's gay, and now he's just trying to come to terms with it. Alfred thought he may just be using Ivan's statue because it is solid rock, inanimate, and non-judgmental. With a sigh, Alfred decided to seek some additional help, so he opened and turned on his laptop. After it booted up, he first signed on to his chat, and then opened up Google. First, he typed in 'dream meanings' and clicked on the first one. Sadly, it didn't have a category for 'statue sex'. Grumbling, he typed in 'past lives' and found a bunch of different sites. One allowed you to enter some information about yourself and would then tell you what your past life was. Alfred gave it shot, but didn't have much hope. The results came up as an astrologer who had died by being crushed by an elephant.

"What bullshit." He sighed and tried another search. This time, he typed in 'Russian Folklore' and found a set of sites. Clicking the first one, he used the search box to look for 'statue'. To his surprise, a result on the page had come up, and he quickly clicked the purple link that read, 'The Indestructible Statue'. Another window full of text came up, and Alfred began to read it.

'The statue has always been there, with no one really knowing of its true origin. The earliest documented tale of this statue dates back to the start of the Kievan Rus. Some of the tribes had become civilized and began making cities and towns instead of tiny villages. A town was built around the statue of man, which had always been there. The people said it was magical because no one could destroy it. The statue made them feel safe. Beneath the stone bottom was said to have a pile of constant burning embers from the statues' long lost love, who may have murdered or lost. The statue had been a man, a human mortal, who fell in love with an angel. Heavenly forces tore them apart, since such a relationship was forbidden. The man, who couldn't bear being separated from his love, told the Snow God to turn him into stone to await the rebirth of his angel. Now the statue remains in the spot in which the Snow God froze him, forever lost in a stone cold prison. His eyes, which are always looking to the sky, are said to be searching for the return of his angel. Some stories claim that the statue leaves its stand and walks the lands, searching for his angel. Others say the statue is evil and means to destroy the heavens should it be awakened, casting the world into an endless winter. Whatever the truth, the origin of the statue remains a mystery to all.'

"Ivan has to be that statue, the indestructible one. And I can believe it, too! He always feels warm when I touch him, so maybe it's the embers beneath him! Wow! A real magic statue!" He grinned. "Maybe I'm the angel!" The thought quickly died as fast as it had come. "Nah, I can't be an angel, that's just stupid. I'm just Alfred Jones, an orphan who was adopted going nowhere in life." He looked down at his hands and sighed. "I'm just…me. I'm not ancient angel…just a creative minded pervert."

The alert sound of a message made him return to the screen, seeing the bottom light up. Alfred opened up the tab.

AwesomeMePrussia69: Yo bro, how's it hanging?

TooCoolForYOU: Going good. Not much here. Snow and Russians. Big whoop. You?

AwesomeMePrussia69: Just hanging around waiting for the little bro to get home and feed me.

TooCoolForYOU: Haha! You're like a dog, Gilbert!

AwesomeMePrussia69: Fuck you, bro. Why don't you just give me an old sock to chew on then?

TooCoolForYOU: lol! That's a good one. Hey, can I ask you something? Do you believe in past lives?

AwesomeMePrussia69: Never thought about it, but yeah, sure. Why the hell not? I used to be an adventurer like you, but then I took an arrow to the knee.

TooCoolForYOU: You can be such a dick sometimes! But really, would you say I was, in my past life, an angel, a god, a demon, an elf, or something else? Be honest, dude.

AwesomeMePrussia69: …?

TooCoolForYOU: Ah, nevermind dude. I'm just a nut.

AwesomeMePrussia69: The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem! You go, sista-friend.

TooCoolForYOU: LOL

AwesomeMePrussia69: Gotta go, Luddy's home. Peace out.

TooCoolForYOU: (deuces)

Alfred sighed, Gilbert was no help, but did succeed in making him laugh. Looking at his online list, he saw that his high school friend Kiku was online. "He would be able to help me!"

TooCoolForYOU: Hey Kiku! Long time no chat! How the hell are ya'?

KitsuneKiku: Oh, hello, Alfred. I'm doing well. And yourself?

TooCoolForYOU: Yeah, doing good. Freezing my tail off. Hey, quick question. Do you believe in past lives?

KitsuneKiku: Yes, I do. Why? Are you having those dreams again?

TooCoolForYOU: Kind of…they're a bit…different this time. They feel…REALLY real. Could I be dreaming of my past life?

KitsuneKiku: It's possible. Has something strange happened to trigger it? Is it all the time?

TooCoolForYOU: Well, yeah, I guess so. It's been, like, two days now. Crazy if you ask me. But what's your take on it?

KitsuneKiku: Hmmm. Well, I would suggest keeping a journal of all your feelings and documenting your dreams. See if you can find a pattern or a connection. Sometimes, I think our dreams are just mixed up events from the day, or they show us what we want our lives to really be. Are you troubling yourself over it? If so, please, don't worry yourself sick.

TooCoolForYOU: Nah, I'm a tough guy! I just don't have anyone cool here to talk to. I miss you guys. You, Mattie, Gilbert, Luddy, Feli, the whole crew!

KitsuneKiku: We miss you too. Please, take care of yourself, Alfred. Write me more often, if you will?

TooCoolForYOU: Yeah, no problem bro! Peace out!

KitsuneKiku: Goodnight, Alfred.

Alfred signed off of the chat and closed the laptop. "They were no real help." He sighed and looked out the window. Leaving the base at night was usually frowned upon, but Alfred needed, no, wanted to see Ivan. He didn't get a chance to go in the daylight, but he would go now. Maybe things would be different in the dark. So he dressed in all of his warmest military winter wear and grabbed a flashlight. It was late enough where he could leave the base without the night guards really caring. There was no real trouble one person could get in to outside of the base. Cars were locked up to prevent soldiers from leaving and heading into the city without permission.

Alfred turned on the flashlight and trudged through the snow towards the direction of the cemetery. The night was colder than the morning, and Alfred feared he wouldn't be able to stay out too long without his eyes freezing. The walk even seemed longer in the dark, but the familiar sight of the statue soon came into view. Alfred smiled and shined the flashlight on Ivan. "Hey you…sorry I'm late." He pat the warm boot. "I dreamed about you last night." Alfred glanced towards the area of Ivan's crotch and blushed. "Was that really you?"

'My Alfred, he is here!' Ivan dragged the chains up with him as he stood, staring up at the form of his lover.

Alfred put the flashlight between his teeth and climbed up on Ivan once again, pressing close to the warmth. "You're so warm, Ivan…"

'That is your warmth, my beloved. You keep me warm whenever you are near! Call for me, Alfred! Please, call me to you!'

"Who are you, Ivan? Who am I? Why do I feel so close to you?" he rests his forehead against Ivan's stone one. "What are we? If we are anything at all. Are you just a piece of stone and I'm a whacko?"

The grave markers around him began to whisper and glow, but Alfred didn't noticed them.

Ivan saw the graves start to glow, and his eyes turned red with revengeful anger. 'Touch him and I will eat the flesh from your bones! ALFRED! CALL ME TO YOU!' Ivan saw the glowing graves start to form orbs as they gathered into one entity. 'ALFRED! CALL ME! CALL ME NOW! HEAR MEEEEEEE!' Ivan roared loudly.

Alfred eyes opened when he heard someone say 'call me'. "Ivan? Is that you?"

A dark shadow slowly began to grow and take form behind him.

"Ivan…do you want me to…to call you?" Alfred figured it wouldn't hurt to do so. Probably nothing would happen anyway.

The shadow being continued to grow taller and taller behind him.

"Ivan?" He rests his cheek against the stone shoulder. "Will you come to me?"

The ground rumbled.

Alfred looked behind him to see a dark shadow with red eyes looming over him.

End Chapter 3 TBC

***(1) A little 'Decadence Escaping' reference there! XD And I couldn't pass up the use of a Skyrim quote. Feel free to throw vegetables at me for being lame. ^^***
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