Title: If You Were a Movie, This Would be Your Soundtrack

Author: The Emcee

Summary: When one thought about it, Russia and America – or, rather, Ivan and Alfred - fit together well and were meant to be together. It may not have made sense to anyone else, or even themselves, but even through their ups and downs, the bond they had created and shared over time remained unyielding and as strong as ever. Different points in their relationship helped made them the people and the couple they are today and there is no going back, even if they wanted to. And they don't.

Pairing: Russia/America

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, countries, Hetalia, the song lyrics, the title, or the band.

A/N: I just got into Hetalia and I've been reading different pairings and all of that jazz. One of my favorite pairings is RusAme and I decided to give it a try. Considering their personalities and everything, I thought that it'd make for a great story if I incorporated some music since everyone can related, in some way or another, to music. And what better band than Sleeping with Sirens? I hope you all like this and I hope I don't screw too much of it up. R&R. Enjoy!

~…~

If You Were a Movie, This Would be Your Soundtrack

~…~

Scene I: If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn

~…~

Stay for tonight

If you want to

I can show you

What my dreams are made of

As I'm dreaming of your face

~…~

It all started with the dreams.

Honestly, if someone had told Ivan that he'd one day be dreaming of Alfred, he would have laughed in their face before he broke it, smiling all the while. And yet, the little one's face plagued his dreams every single night as he slept. No matter what he was dreaming, whether it be of sunflowers and pandas or snow and war, Alfred was there. More often than not, he was smiling at Ivan, smiling a smile filled with so much warmth and sincerity and sheer happiness at Ivan's mere presence that it completely floored the older nation. No one had ever smiled at him in such a manner, not ever, and if someone had smiled at him, it was full of terror and anxiety, not warmth and tenderness and…and love.

And yet the Alfred of Ivan's dreams smiled at him and made him feel as though he truly were important, wanted, needed.

Alfred didn't always smile, though, and Ivan was fine with that. People who smiled all of the time were hiding things; he, of all people, ought to know that. There were times in his dreams that Alfred would be angry at him and shout at him, even try and hit him a couple of times. And then there were times when Alfred would yell at him, but not in anger. Instead, it would be out of worry, concern, and fear, fear for Ivan and his wellbeing. It was usually during his dreams about war and bloodshed that Ivan's dream Alfred would do that, though. Not all of the time; just most of the time.

Ivan wondered constantly why he dreamt of Alfred so much. Had he dreamed of other nations? Yes. Once, he dreamed of bashing France's face in with a frog – how that worked, he didn't know, but such is the logic of the dream world. Alfred, however, was the one he dreamt of the most and soon, the younger nation was all Ivan dreamed about. Other nations would make the 'guest appearances' as they say, but they would leave and he would be alone with Alfred.

After pondering and scrutinizing as to why he was dreaming of Alfred so much, Ivan concluded that perhaps he was lonely and that his subconscious wished for his to seek out Alfred for companionship. While they may not always get along, and by always, he meant rarely ever, they had a lot in come. They were both super powers; both were more than capable on the battlefield and had witness more than enough bloodshed to last them a life time; and, when it came down to it, they were both quite lonely.

Yes, Alfred F. Jones, the great America himself, was just as lonely as Ivan was.

While they were both often surrounded by other countries, they were both terribly alone. Alfred had a lot of friends, but none of them went out of their way to be around him. Ivan had witnessed himself Britain and France and other nations rejecting the offer to join Alfred for a video game night or, even worse, give him their word that they'd come over and never show, making one excuse after another. Japan seemed to be the only one who was ever genuinely apologetic if he couldn't make it, but aside from him, the only other country Ivan saw hang around Alfred was Canada, more so because they were brothers than anything else. As for Ivan himself, very few people wanted much to do with him because of his past history and because they all feared him so. He didn't understand why; they were all friends, weren't they? Yet, things were still as they had always been, it seemed.

Therefore, Ivan concluded, being around Alfred more would erase the feeling of loneliness and emptiness for them both, right? It seemed like a good idea to him. So, he called Alfred up, knowing full well that the American was holed up in his home, probably bored and playing video games as he often did during the winter.

Sure enough, Alfred answered almost immediately.

"Yeah? What's up?" Alfred said, sounding, as Ivan had predicted, very bored.

"Amerika?" Ivan asked, feeling a bit hesitant and unsure, all things considered. After all, they weren't on hostile ground these days, not like they used to be, but they weren't the closest of allies either.

"Russia? What's goin' on, dude?" Alfred asked him. "Why are you calling me?"

"This may sound a bit out of the place, but I was wondering if you wanted to…what do you say…chill out some time?" Ivan asked. He knew that he was taking a risk; the odds that Alfred would say no were phenomenal.

"Seriously, dude? You wanna hang out with me?" Alfred ask, sounding just as amazed that Ivan had even asked as Ivan felt for asking in the first place. "I thought you hated my guts."

"Technically, yes, but one always has the love-hate relationship with oneself, do they not?" Ivan retorted. He still believed with all of his being that all would become one with Russia, someday, and people both loved and hated themselves all at once. So, it made the sense that Ivan both loved and hated Alfred, if only because they would be one someday. "But that is not of import. You see…I'm quite bored and…it is very quiet hear and you can be quite loud. Besides, we're all friends, are we not?"

"So, you're saying you're bored and lonely and want to hang out with me because I'm loud and obnoxious?" Alfred asked, sounding a bit confused and somewhat hesitant. Ivan couldn't blame him; the little one was probably suspicious of him suddenly calling out of the blue. The American probably thought he was plotting something.

"Precisely. I am glad that we see eye to eye on matters such as this," Ivan said, smiling even though Alfred couldn't see it. "I will see you shortly, da?"

"Wait. What?" Alfred began, but Ivan hung up the phone. In the end, it really didn't matter if Alfred had said yes or no because, honestly, what could he do if Ivan just showed up anyway? Neither one wanted a war, at least, not right now and not with each other.

When Ivan arrived at Alfred's place, he could see that the younger nation had, indeed, been playing video games. A pillow was lying on the floor not too far from the TV as was a controller and a half eaten bowl of popcorn. Ivan gave Alfred his usual smile.

"I have arrived as I said I would," Ivan said.

"Yeah, I can see that," Alfred replied before he moved back and opened the door enough to let the taller man inside. "I hope you don't mind playing video games. I probably have some board games stashed away somewhere, but I'd have to go rummaging through a few rooms to be sure."

"Video games are fine. I've never played video games," Ivan told him.

"Seriously, dude?! You've never played video games before? What the hell is wrong with you?" Alfred asked him, stunned, his blue eyes wide behind Texas.

"I am very serious. I've never had much time or reason for such things as video games," Ivan said.

"This…is so totally awesome! I finally get to kick your ass at something and not feel the sting of it later or deal with the awkward bullshit or anything like that!" Alfred cheered, his gloomy demeanor practically evaporating into thin air.

"Yes, you probably will…how did you phrase it?...be kicking my ass," Ivan replied.

"Close enough," Alfred said and then he calmed down. Now, he looked slightly uncomfortable. "So, why are you really here? I mean, you asking to hang out like this is really kinda sudden."

"Silly little one, that's very easy to explain," Ivan said, smiling. "You see, I've been dreaming of you constantly for months now and I figured that be around you would cure my loneliness and make the dreams stop." Alfred gazed at him for a moment before laughing slightly.

"Okaaaay," he said, prolonging the word. "Whatever, dude. Let's get to it, I guess."

And that was how it all started. From dreams to a random phone call on a boring day to actually hanging out, something changed. Just not in the way Ivan had anticipated.

~…~

I've been away for a long time

Such a long time

And I miss you there

I can't imagine being anywhere else

I can't imagine being anywhere else but here

~…~

It had been a long time since Ivan had had the chance to really talk to or hang out with Alfred.

After that phone call on that faithful day, he and the younger nation had started to spend more time together than they had originally thought was going to happen. Things had been weird and awkward at first. Mostly, Ivan would show up at random periods at just accompany Alfred in whatever he was doing, be it video games, gardening, fireworks, and anything and everything in between. It was very nice, spending so much time with Alfred, but the dreams didn't stop like Ivan had thought they would.

No, instead, they continued and even intensified into lust filled hazes of pleading blue eyes, wanton fingers tracing out every muscle and scar on his body, and heated, breathy, passion filled moans that made Ivan incredibly hard. After each dream, Ivan would wake up hard and aching, craving that which only Alfred was able to give him.

The loneliness didn't stay away either. When he was with Alfred, it did, but whenever they parted ways, it returned, often times stronger than what it was previously. Ivan did not understand it and, at times, it frustrated him to the point where only break the teeth out of someone's mouth with an orange and a fingernail file could sooth him. Of course, keeping his desires to himself was all but impossible. After all, it was inevitable that all would become one with Russia and after living with such seductive and heated dreams as he had been having for months, nearly a year now, on end was torture for anybody.

On Alfred's birthday, America's Independence Day, everything changed between them. Ivan couldn't help himself, not when he had been having such a good time watching the fireworks with Alfred and hearing and seeing how his face light up at each and every one of the bursting stars. He had looked so…happy, utterly happy and carefree; it was an expression Ivan wanted directed at him and him alone. Nobody else. The kiss had been intentional, but he hadn't expected Alfred to kiss him back. And he did.

One thing led to another, naturally, and before Ivan knew it, he had Alfred naked on the blanket they had spread out to watch the fireworks, moaning and begging for Ivan to touch him. It was one of the best nights the older nation had ever had. Never before had he came so hard, his vision whiting out as an animalistic growl tore from his throat as he claimed Alfred as his own.

Things had definitely changed after that.

The other nations could tell as well. While neither he nor Alfred had told anyone yet about them, he knew that the others thought it was strange that they were spending time together. Even before they first had sex, the others seemed to think something was going on.

Britain was more uptight than usual. He had been acting harsher towards Alfred, taking every chance he could to degrade and second guess the American. And yet, he also seemed to be more…possessive? Was that the right word? Protective? Either way, whenever Ivan would say something during a meeting or take a step toward Alfred, Britain would interrupt or get in his way. It annoyed him very much so and he did not appreciate what Britain was trying to do.

France, however, seemed to be more accepting. He kept talking about love and how even the ugliest, cruelest beast could find someone to be with. Ivan wasn't sure if France was talking about him and if he was, well then, he would just have to teach France to play nice. However, there were times when France would converse quietly with Britain and he would send a look of horror or terror in Ivan's direction.

China, thankfully, didn't care. He was just happy that Ivan was leaving him alone.

So, needless to say, it was hard for them to really talk or anything before, during, or after the meetings, although they did steal quick kisses whenever they could. Perhaps Ivan would even take it further soon.

But that was when he finally got to see Alfred and talk to him and spend time with him. He had been away for so very long and phone calls just did not cut it, not for him, and he knew not for Alfred either. Right now, as he lay in his bed trying – and failing – to get some rest before the world meeting tomorrow, Ivan wanted nothing more than to be with Alfred, hold his little one in his arms, kiss him, touch him, and make love to him. The past year had left him wanting nothing more than to have Alfred by his side always.

~…~

How the hell did you ever pick me?

Honestly, I could sing you a song

But I don't think words could express your beauty

It's singing to me

~…~

After the world meeting, Alfred all but dragged Ivan out of the conference room and into a dark, unused room in another part of the building. No words were exchanged; they didn't need to be. Both of them needed each other's touch and love more than words could ever express and neither of them wanted to waste time on words anyway.

Alfred kissed him with a fierce and fiery passion that took Ivan's breath away. He returned it with just as much desire and need, backing Alfred up against the wall. His fingers immediately dove underneath Alfred's clothes, feeling the smooth, tan skin, reveling in the warmth of his lover.

Clothing was quickly shed and strewn about the floor around them, hands and fingers fumbling gracelessly with buttons and zippers. They kissed as though a thousand years had passed and that they may never see each other ever again. Up until now, it had only been sex for the both of them. Ivan had never expressed any words of love and neither had Alfred. But now, with Alfred withering under his touch and gaze, pleading shamelessly for Ivan to do something, anything, to satisfy his arousal.

Unable to prolong it any longer, Ivan entered Alfred's familiar, tight warmth and moaned loudly. Pressing his face against the younger nation's neck, Ivan panted softly before he began his thrusts. His lips pressed opened mouthed kisses to tanned skin and one hand grasped Alfred's hip tightly while the other wrapped itself around Alfred's weeping arousal, stroking him erratically.

Hearing Alfred's moans, gasps, and pants was music to Ivan's ears and he didn't realize until then how much he had missed being with Alfred. Ivan didn't even miss the sex; he just…missed Alfred. Everything that Alfred was, everything he brought with him, Ivan had missed it, missed him. The loneliness went away when Alfred was with him and he believed, truly believed with all that he was, that he finally had a friend, that he finally belonged somewhere.

When he finally came, after Alfred came all over his hand and their stomachs, it was the best feeling in the whole entire world. He collapsed against Alfred, feeling as though his legs and the rest of his body was made of Jell-O. Such a sensation brought back their first time together.

'You…um, you were…the first, y'know,' Alfred had said to him. Ivan looked at him, puzzled.

'First what, Amerika?'

'Lover,' Alfred had answered, blushing and looking embarrassed and uncomfortable. Ivan had smiled at him then, truly smiled, and he had ran a hand through those golden locks.

'I hope it won't be the only time, da,' he had replied honestly.

Back then, Ivan had thought that he was lucky to not be alone anymore, at least in that instance. Now, he realized that he wasn't lucky just because he was no longer alone. There were plenty of countries who probably would have jumped at the chance to be Alfred's first, to claim America in some sense. Knowing that Britain and France hadn't succeeded in that venture definitely made Ivan feel special. Out of all of the other countries, Alfred chose him.

Gazing at Alfred now after realizing such a thing, embracing him in his strong arms, Ivan couldn't help but think that the younger nation looked breathtakingly beautiful. His face was still flushed, his hair was matted and sweaty, and he looked completely happy and satisfied; in short, Alfred was beautiful. Seeing it touched something within Ivan. He wasn't sure what it was and he didn't yet know if he liked it or not, but he wasn't going to try and suppress it either.

"Hey," Alfred said at long last, giving Ivan a goofy smile, the one he only ever got after sex. Ivan smiled back at him and nuzzled Alfred's neck, breathing in the scent of sweat, sex, and Alfred.

"Hello, little one," Ivan replied.

"Want to go another round?" Alfred said, grinning, hope and desire shining brightly in those eyes of his.

"Yes, but perhaps here is not the best place," Ivan suggested.

"I'll have to agree with you there," Alfred said and laughed. "The last thing I need is for Britain to see us goin' at it and for that stick up his ass to get even bigger." Ivan couldn't help but chuckle at that.

Alfred could say the funniest things at times.

~…~

How the hell did we end up like this?

You bring out the beast in me

I fell in love from the moment we kissed

Since then we've been history

~…~

Looking back on it, thinking about how it had all started with Alfred, Ivan could plainly see that it had all happened really very quickly. Becoming addicted to Alfred like a drug, needing his presence and missing him almost constantly, had happened almost overnight. Thinking on it long and hard and evaluating his own odd, eradic emotions, he couldn't say that it had happened just because he was lonely. He had been quite lonely many, many years before Alfred was even found and yet Ivan never reached out to the other nations around him for companionship in the way he reached, sometimes literally, for the younger nation.

Was Ivan scared? In a sense, yes. But he was Russia and Russia feared nothing. He jumped out of airplanes with no parachute because he knew that snow would break his fall - it was that boulder that broke his back after all, not the snow covering it and making it look like it wasn't even there.

Alfred, however, was not a boulder covered in snow.

He was America, a super power just like Ivan was and they had been opposing forces for so long that the sudden change in their relationship was, well, rather sudden. Ivan found that he very much liked it, though, and he wanted to see where it would lead them both. They were two sides of a coin, in a way. Aflred was the heads, the bright side, the good side, while Ivan was the tails, the dark side, the bad side, the one no one wanted to be around.

They were opposites in many ways, yes, and yet they complimented each other in a way that other nations didn't. It made little sense, that much was true, but when one actually thought about it, it made perfect sense. Ivan and the way he was brought out the best in Alfred; Russia made America strive for greater, better thing because of what and who he was. And, on the other side, America motivated Russia even more to have all of the nations in his house, for all of them to become one with him, and to be the greatest nation there was.

Even now, in their time of 'peace' and 'friendship', America and Russia pushed and challenged one another in ways that the other countries did not. Neither of them backed down and were never going to. Failure was not an option for either of them. It was everything or nothing.

Because Russia brought out the hero in America.

And America brought out the beast in Russia.

But when it was just the two of them, when they were just Alfred and Ivan, kisses were exchanged, heated eyes full of desire and need gazed into eyes that were just as heated, and words were whispered that could never be taken back. Who they were when they were together was different than who they were when they were around others or when they were talking the business, as they say. Mixing the business with the pleasure was not a wise thing to do, and they both understood that.

However, Ivan had to admit that he had become attached to Alfred in many ways. He would be a fool to say that it was love at first sight; that would be silly. Yet he would also be a fool to say that love was not there. They had been together for more than a year and a half by now - time flew by very quickly for countries in comparison to normal people, da - and Ivan knew that he was in love with Alfred. How could one not love him? Alfred reminded him of sunflowers and summer and the sea and white clouds, and pure, white snow, and everything else that Ivan held dear.

They had not yet said those three little words, though. Ivan had never said them to anyone before and he found it hard to do so. There was, after all, the possibility that Alfred didn't feel the same way. If that was the case, than Ivan would rather go on not knowing. Such a rejection, he knew, would turn him into hard, compact ice. He would rather have Alfred and keep him as they were now than risk it all and destroy all they had created together.

~...~

They say that love is forever

Your forever is all that I need

Please stay as long as you need

Can't promise that things won't be broken

But I swear that I will never leave

Please stay forever with me

(If you want to, I can show you)

~...~

"I love you," Alfred blurted out suddenly before a blush turned his face crimson. Ivan blinked at him, stunned that the younger nation had said that to him. He had not expected that, not in one hundred years. And yet, there they were. Out in the open for them both to see and hear and feel.

Alfred moved to roll over and out of the bed, but Ivan's senses quickly came back to him. Reaching out, he grabbed his little one and pulled him into his strong arms. With a big smile on his face, feeling very happy and reassured, Ivan buried his face in Alfred's hair, inhaling his scent and holding him as close to his body as he could without killing him.

"Ya lyublyu tebya," Ivan said, his smile obvious in his vocie. He kissed Alfred's hair lovingly and when Alfred rolled over to meet his gaze, his own eyes revealing his surprise at the returned sentiment, Ivan kissed his lips.

When he pulled away from Alfred's lips, he pressed his forehead against his lover's. With closed eyes and a smile on his face, Ivan spoke.

"Stay with me?" he asked, allowing himself to hope.

Since his eyes were closed, he didn't see the endearing smile on Alfred's face, but he did feel his warm, soft lips when the younger nation kissed him. Naturally, he returned the kissed and gripped Alfred harder, suddenly wanting to never release his precious sunflower ever again.

"You didn't have to ask," Alfred said when their kiss ended. He smiled at Ivan and added, "I'm not going anywhere."

~...~

It goes to show, I hope that you know you are

What my dreams are made of

And I can't fall asleep

I lay in my bed awake at night

And I'll fall in love, you'll fall in love

It could mean everything, everything to me

Ooh, ooh

This could mean everything to me

~...~

The dreams didn't stop, even after two years of being with Alfred.

But what did stop for the most part were his dreams about snow, bloodshed, and war. Very rarely did he have dreams like that anymore. Compared to the dreams he was having now, Ivan could say that he didn't miss them. Instead, his dreams were about Alfred and sunshine and sunflowers.

He dreamed of sun-kissed skin seared by scars of wars past.

He dreamed of claiming Alfred inside and out, owning him in every way imaginable and taking of and protecting him from those who threatened them.

He dreamed of merely sitting beside the younger nation, talking and listening about inconsequential things.

Ivan dreamed about a life of love with Alfred.

There was no denying it now. Without a shadow of a doubt, Ivan knew that he was in love with Alfred and he wanted it and wanted everything with Alfred. It was a love that could bring them both down, that could drown them and consume them entirely. Ivan knew this; he welcomed it. Never before had he felt such a crushing feeling before. But he liked it; he could feel it giving him power and strength even as he laid there in bed, awake, thinking about all of it.

Somehow, without him fully realizing and comprehending it, Alfred had become extremely important to him. He had invaded his dreams and his mind, even his heart. The American was on his mind almost all of the time. Ivan knew that just being around Alfred would not be enough. Soon, he would bring Alfred back home with him to keep and when that happened, he was never going to let him go. Ivan had no plans of letting him go now.

Alfred was becoming everything to Ivan in such a short amount of time. Two years, when one thought about it, was nothing for a nation. What was surprising was how Ivan felt for the younger nation. He certainly hadn't been expecting to fall in love when he first started having the dreams. But he had and he knew that such a love as he felt right now gave him immense strength. In short, he felt as though he would rule the world soon, which was destined to do as all would become one with Russia anyway.

Turning over on his side, Ivan stared at the empty spot on the bed. Alfred should be there, but he had to be a good little country and see to his people. If he merged with Russia, they would be able to figure things out faster and they would be stronger and far more powerful. Not only that, but he would have Alfred with him in bed every night. Ivan smiled at such a thought. That would be truly wonderful.

~...~

They say that love is forever

Your forever is all that I need

Please stay as long as you need

Can't promise that things won't be broken

But I swear that I will never leave

Please stay forever

~...~

"You're an asshole, you know that?" Alfred shouted at him.

Ivan, who had been leaving, turned around and, within a matter of seconds, had his hand around Alfred's throat, his back slammed and pinned roughly against the wall, and his feet hovering a few inches above the floor. Although he could see a slight tinge of fear in his lover's blue eyes, there was still that fierce defiance and determination that drew everybody in. Gazing into those eyes, seeing those emotions, Ivan felt his rage being to dwindle ever so slightly.

"What I do is the best, little America," he said through gritted teeth. "It must be done and so I must do it. Surely, a super power such as yourself would understand, da?" His eyes flashed with warning and he watched as Alfred gulped.

Slowly, the American's anger began to subside and fade. His body slumped and Ivan let him go. He watched as the younge nation leaned against the wall, his legs shaking ever so slightly. Ivan had known Alfred long enough to see these things, things that other nations did not bother to see or look for. His heart throbbed with pain as he watched his lover regain his composure. Feeling bad about everything, his visit, him suddenly being called away, Ivan stepped closer to Alfed. He could feel the other's body heat and longed for it now more than ever.

"You just got here," Alfred said, looking so very sad, his eyes cast downward, but Ivan could see that they were shining brightly with unshed tears. His eyes looked beautiful like this and yet Ivan hated that he was causing his little one so much pain.

"I know," Ivan replied softly.

"We haven't been together in months. With everything that's been going on, it's hard to just get some alone time with you," Alfred continued, his voice low and soft. "And now, you're leaving..."

Alfred didn't need to say anymore. Ivan understood perfectly well what Alfed was feeling. He felt it as well and it crushed him to have to leave Alfred so soon. But he would be back as soon as he finished and then they could spend more time together than they had originally planned.

With a small smile on his face, Ivan reached out and pulled Alfred to him, enveloping him in a tight, warm hug. He felt Alfred bury his face against his neck and he felt a wetness there after a few seconds. Those tears were finally being set free. Burying his face in Alfred's hair, Ivan inhaled his scent, missing him already before he even had the chance to leave. Yes, he would be back and soon, but that did not making leaving any easier for either of them.

"Do not fret, solnyshko. I will be back before you know it and then we will have more time together," Ivan reassured Alfred and himself. "You shall see and then all will be well again."

Alfred pulled away from him slightly and looked up into his eyes. His eyes were red and puffy from the tears and Ivan felt his heart tug again painfully. Ivan leaned forward and pressed a soft his to Alfred's head. That made Alfred smile a little, sad smile. He was trying so hard to be brave even though it was hard for him to let Ivan go. Knowing that made Ivan's heart soar; knowing that Alfred never wanted him to leave, knowing that the younger nation felt the same as he did, greatly reassured him.

"You promise that you'll be back soon?" Alfred asked him, sounding like a child who didn't want to get his hopes up even though they already were. It made Ivan smile even wider.

"Of course, I promise. It is only little matter, nothing more," Ivan told him. "Once I am finished, there will be more time for us to spend together."

"Well, that's good to hear," Alfred replied, his normal smile beginning to return. Ah, how Ivan loved that smile, especially when it was directed at him. "You'd better come back to me, you bastard, you I'll just have to invade you to get your ass back."

"Oh, little America, you can try to invade me but you would fail. All will become one with Russia, after all," Ivan told him before he kissed Alfred.

The kiss with returned with a desperate frevor. Ivan knew that being away would be even harder this time, but he had to do it. And it wasn't as though he wouldn't be back because he would be. But that didn't make the separation any easier.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Alfred replied, rolling his eyes before he looked back up at Ivan. "Just be back soon, okay? Or I really will come and get you."

"I will be back shortly, little one. I promise," Ivan said before kissing him good-bye again. "I must be going."

"Have a nice trip," Alfred told him. "Try not to sleep with too many Russian babes while you're gone," he added jokingly. Ivan turned to him, his smile soft and loving as he gazed at the younger nation.

"There is only one 'babe' I sleep with, as you say, and that would be you, silly," Ivan replied. The blush that spread across the American's face was adorable.

~...~

The way that we are

It's the reason I stay

As long as you're here with me

I know I'll be okay

~...~

His return to Alfred's house was met with a tackle from the American and hungry lips crushing against his. Ivan returned the kiss with just as much want and desire before he lifted Alfred up and carried him into the house. They never made it to the bedroom.

Afterwards, when they had finished, Ivan sighed in happiness and content. He pulled Alfred against his bare body and kissed his hair, his forehead, and everywhere on his face. Finally, after a week of being away, Ivan felt complete and whole once more.

~...~

They say that love is forever

Your forever is all that I need

Please stay, please stay as long as you need

Can't promise that things won't be broken

But I swear that I will never leave

Please stay forever with me

(It goes to show, I hope that you know you are

What my dreams are made of)

(It goes to show, I hope that you know you are

What my dreams are made of)

(They say that love is forever

Your forever is all that I need)

Please stay, please stay as long as you need

~...~

"I love you," Ivan whispered in Alfred's ear as he curled around the smaller nation. He nipped and kissed the back of Alfred's neck, growling hungrily as the felt the American shift back, his firm bottom brushing against his arousal.

"I love you too, Ivan," Alfred replied before he pressed their lips together.

They hadn't left the bedroom since Ivan had returned home - after their first round in the living room, of course. Neither one wanted to get up and leave the other for whatever reason. How long had they been in bed now? It was dark outside, but that didn't matter. Nothing matter right now except that they were together again. And the longer Ivan held Alfred, the longer the younger nation remained in his presence, the better he felt.

When he entered Alfred, it was just like their first time. No matter how many times they did this, Alfred was still so very tight and that feeling only made things that much better for Ivan. He moaned as he fully sheathed himself inside his lover and panted softly. Stilling himself, he listened to Alfred's own pants and moans, his hands running up and down the tanned chest, caressing every scar as he did so.

He pulled out nearly all of the way before thrusting back in, creating a desperate rhythm. Ivan wasn't going to last long; they had been in bed for a while now and his body was nearly drained of energy. Alfred, he knew, felt the same way; he was so sensitive to each touch and when Ivan wrapped a hand around his arousal, he gasped loudly, as though it was the first time they had done this. His thrusts became frantic, faster, and harder and Alfred's loud moans and gasps were only egging him on, making him so faster and harder.

Soon, Alfred was coming over his hand, moaning loudly while his entire body shuddered. That was all Ivan needed. With one final hard thrust, burying himself deep within his lover's body, Ivan came, groaning softly as he normally did. Panting quietly, he held Alfred in his arms and kissed the top of his ear affectionately. This...this was what love was like, he thought to himself as his eyes began to droop.

If this was what Aflred's love was like, he could stay like this forever.

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(It goes to show, I hope that you know you are

What my dreams are made of)

(It goes to show, I hope that you know you are

What my dreams are made of)

(They say that love is forever

Your forever is all that I need)

(They say that love is forever

Your forever is all that I need)

Please stay forever with me

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End Scene I

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