Hello Readers, Yuzume here. It seems that I'm an idiot who doesn't know when one has a case of writer's block the size of several years. I'm in college now, which doesn't make this any easier, but I've been haunting this site called a Kink Meme and found that it does the creative juices good to see all the potential prompts.

And sadly… when I could have been doing more important things, such as completing the other two stories that haven't quite died yet in this musty old bin of a brain I have, I started to fill a request. Shortly put this is the de-anoned story I've been posting on hetalia kink meme. For now the other two stories I have here are on hold… still, but it would be much appreciated if you all read this new story.

Summary: The request was for an AUish take on Fem!America being forced to get married during the late 50s when she gets pregnant with Alaska. Due to certain circumstances she gets married with none other than Mr. Soviet Union, or Russia as we know and love him. Cue crazy events surrounding the married couple expecting a kid, as well as potential "feelings". If you want more info on where this things going, check the link on my homepage for the request and the fill in meme form. (*cough,cough* I'd love comments there too, yeah?) RussiaxAmerica, yay! There's supposed to be fluff... eventually, right now it's just extremely historically realistic.

Disclaimer: I am a very poor college student, so of course I don't own anything except this computer doo-hikkie that records these words, which do actually belong to me.

Well, enough of that jazz.

Read and Review please! I am open to constructive criticism! Flames, on the other hand, aren't welcome.

Cold War Wedlock

Cold War Wedlock: Prologue

December 25, 2010

The sight of brightly colored wrapping paper littering the carpet was a comforting sight to Emily F. Jones as she walked through the halls of her Virginia home. Fitting her unusually large family in the house had always been a hassle, especially on Christmas morning, but she had managed and so did her fifty children. The remnants of the morning's events were still strewn across the ground, but she didn't quite mind; she'd clean later. At the moment, her mind was elsewhere, in the midst of locating all fifty states spread out throughout the house, enjoying this year's Christmas gifts, or, in some instances, ignoring them like the plague. The floor was practically empty as Emily's children had long since dispersed to other parts of the estate. The sounds of several of her states roughly yet playfully yelling at each other from the basement entertainment room told her that they were spending Christmas just as she wanted, together and as a family. Outside the calls and cheers from some of her other children gave away the location of the rest of her family currently in the midst of a snowball fight; the only type of civil war the nation would allow in her household.

Bypassing the paper thrown about, Emily exited her home, walking out into the cold Christmas day. The scene before made her brought a smile to her lips as she found a relatively unbalanced war of snow afoot. With the two teams made of the North and the South, it was painfully obvious to the nation who was winning the battle, as she caught a glimpse of Minnisota make a perfect shot at his brother's face, to Louisiana's alarm. Aside from the almost violent game, laughter and a few light curses could be heard at the US household. Everyone was enjoying their Christmas day, especially before each of state had to return home for the rest of the holidays. New Years was not a day that they could spend as a family.

The sight of one of her youngest children sitting away from the group on a snow covered garden bench brought Emily away from the game, drawing her over with curiosity. She smiled, sneaking up to the young state, barely looking a day over twelve before popping up behind him and ruffling his short platinum locks.

"Whatcha doing kiddo?" America said with a laugh, winking at the young boy as she slid beside him on the bench. "Why you out here and not playing with the others? I know you can throw one hell of a snowball."

Cerulean eyes, not unlike her own, found their way to hers without comment. Her son sighed, lifting a travel book that he held tightly between two gloved hands. "Reading."

Emily drew an arm around her child and laughed, "Well, you are a man of many words, Andrei." She glanced at the towers of Red Square that graced the cover of the book and the large font that accompanied the image. She wasn't a bit surprised to find the boy already reading the travel book on his father's nation. "You excited about the trip?"

Andrei Ivanovich Jones or Alaska as he was geographically known shrugged but after a moment of hesitation nodded. He closed the book slowly before speaking, "I guess."

" 'I guess,'? Well I can sure tell you liked your Christmas gift." Emily grinned and held her son closer, just in time to avoid a snowball hurled by an irritated Texas, currently cursing the existence of ice and anything under 70 degrees. "It's not everyday you get an all expenses paid trip to Russia for two weeks. Some people would pay anything just to get a chance like that."

She didn't hide her pout when Andrei pulled away from her, as preteens have a knack of doing when with their parents. Andrei looked at the nation in thought but whatever was on his mind remained there without words to express them. As the boy looked back at the book cover his hands traced over its surface. America watched her son slowly and exhaled, looking back onto the snowball war. Alaska had always been a thinker, like his father. She allowed silence to envelop them, giving out a few hoots and hollers when a great shot was made or when a Mississippi got Maine between the thighs, bringing the Northeastern state to the ground. After a few minutes of watching, she turned once more to her youngest son, poking his cheek before giving it a quick kiss. Alaska cringed and wiped his face, voicing a whiny, "Mom." In reply.

"So what's on your mind, eskimo?" Emily queried lightly, giggling when Andrei rolled his eyes at the old nickname. She wasn't going to show it, but she was slightly concerned with this year's gift choice. If she had known her son would react like this she'd have tried to have chosen something else the Northern state would've enjoyed instead. "You don't want to go?"

The young… well youngish mother found her son swiftly shaking his head. He gazed at her, turning whatever he was thinking over in his head. Alaska was worried about something, but as was the relatively quiet boy's nature, it would take quite a bit to get him to say what he wanted. Emily looked back, "Well?"

Normally able to resist, Andrei shrugged again but his mouth did come to open as a few words came out. "I… want to go."

"Alright!" Emily cheered giving her boy another squeeze, "So what's with the long face? You know, your dad's gonna be there. I mean Russia's definitely not as awesome as home, but trust me, your pop's pretty excited that you are finally coming to visit."

"Yeah… but…" Her son started again.

"But?"

"Goddamnit Iowa! Ya'll trying to kill me!" For a moment the two were drawn away from their conversation at the sight of Big Tim, also known as Texas, on the ground with a hand covering an eye.

The subject of his attention rolled his own blue orbs while giving New Jersey a high five, "That's for dissing the corn Tim! I can do a lot more than grow it, ya better remember that!"

Emily could only look aside in slight irritation before catching the southern state throwing himself onto Iowa in a matter of seconds. A few yells promoting a fight rung out before she was up on her feet. "Hey! You two better not start anything, you hear? What did I tell you about getting into fights? You won't be able to throw a snowball, by the time I'm done with the both of you."

Their mother's voice was enough to get both boys to settle down. They knew that under their mother's roof it was suicide to even try bypassing the woman representing the world's superpower. After each state returned to their appropriate side and the game started once more, Emily returned to her seat and turned to Alaska again.

Andrei had finally found the urge to speak.

"Why now?"

Emily gave her son a confused look. "Now?"

This time, the state continued to speak. Completely overlooking another random squabble among states he began, "Why… Why let me go now? I… I… mean, before… before you wouldn't even let me see a picture of him, let alone let me talk about him."

She allowed a moment of silence to come between them. Emily allowed herself to frown, but it disappeared as she tried to simply explain. "Andrei… You know as much as I do why." She had to sigh again, but smiled, "Things are different now… the danger isn't there anymore, you know? Not all the ice has melted just yet, but I think it's safe, no, I know it's safe to let these types of things happen. Look, I let all my kids know and meet their fathers. You're not an exception, got that? I wasn't going to hide you in an igloo all your life."

The nation's explanation wasn't enough. "But mom…" Alaska glanced away, unsure whether or not he should voice it or not, "It's been so… long. Wasn't there a time… Hadn't there been a time… before?"

"I don't think I'm following you, hun." Emily replied.

"Couldn't I have seen him earlier? Was I really born during a time when you and dad… actually hated each other?" Alaska took a glance at the book in his hands before continuing, "If so… why did you have me, if you knew whose child I was?"

The United States could only gaze at her youngest son before rubbing the back of her neck. Her child watched her, awaiting a response of some kind, but he could barely catch her mumble," God… you're at… that stage already?"

Emily readjusted herself to fully look at her state in silence. She seemed hesitant to say anything, but the subject felt like Pandora's box, something she was fearful to open. Her son looked twelve, but he had been alive for much longer. The speed of his development was different from his brothers and sisters, basically due to the events during his earlier years. Each state had aged differently, and after fifty, America was by now able to notice how much the actions of her boss, her government, and her country as a whole affected the rate of her children's growth. It had taken Alaska a few more years than most, but curiosity had finally hit him after two decades of maturing since the end of the Cold War.

"Andrei…" Emily pouted before she kept on. "I need you to understand this, alright kiddo? Me and your dad, well actually, all of us nations, have never truly hate each other. You got to think. With all the wars that go on and with alliances and enemies changing all the time, love and hate, it just doesn't work very well with our kind, you know?"

Blue meeting blue, the mother couldn't tell if Alaska actually comprehended what she was trying to say. "If I told you that I hated your father, I would be lying to you, Andrei. If I told you that I loved your father, it just wouldn't be the truth either. You get what I'm saying?" She noticed her son giver her a lost look, before cocking his brow in confusion. Exasperated, America sighed, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "Look, it ain't much of an awesome explanation, but I'm trying, ok?"

She had to look away and break her son's gaze. How could she explain a war over ideologies? How could she get a state, isolated as they were, to understand the complex way relationships were viewed on a foreign level? Turning to watch the snowball war again, Emily took a moment to think it over. She rubbed her hands together, blowing into them for warmth. Allowing a few minutes to pass, she finally faced her second to youngest state again.

"Ok, how about this?" She crossed her arms and nodded, already accepting her decision. "Let's just start from the beginning, that's how this'll work."

Alaska gave his nation a look that boasted a hybrid emotion of incredulity and skepticism all at once. While Emily had been attempting to develop the answer to his questions, she had been smiling the entire time as if it had been some joke. Was she even taking this entire thing seriously? He exhaled through his nose and glanced down at the cover of the travel guide. Flipping through a few pages, he stopped at an image of Stalin before his mother reached out and poked him on the forehead.

"Hey, hey, you need pay attention Mister. I'm doing this for your benefit." Emily started again, giving her trade-mark pout. "It'll be so uncool if you didn't listen to a word your own mother says."

Rolling his cerulean eyes, Andrei got to his feet. He shrugged. If she wasn't going to take this seriously, he really didn't have much of the patience to listen. How did the world view America nowadays, anyway? There didn't seem to be a point in sitting through some story about his mom saving the day… again.

America watched in shock, "Whoah, Andrei, I told you I was going to start from the beginning didn't I?" Standing the nation rushed in front of her departing child. "You're not leaving, are you?"

The young state simply voiced his mind. "Mom, I know the story already, ok? You and dad got into this big fight over who had the better government, right? The Awesome Heroic Capitalism vs Big Bad Communism, is that it? It's not that hard not to know what was going on during that time; I've read the history books, you know?"

"Well, I wrote the history books, Alaska." His mother had her hands on her hips as she stared at him, "And I'm telling you, it isn't the whole story. This is the story about you. Only you. Not capitalism, not communism. Just what the hell happened between your dad and me, and why you were born as far away from Russia as I could get you. God, I even had to live with him at one point. Now that wasn't awesome at all!"

Alaska had perked up at the last part; his attention snagging on the second to last statement his parent had made. Seeing that he was caught, America began to reel him in. "That wasn't in the history books mind you. Hell would have to freeze over before someone made me admit living with the Commie during the Cold War." She stepped forward and gently pushed him back down on the cold bench. "My bosses kept this whole thing confidential, see? And they've kept it confidential since. Goddamnit, if that got out through wikileaks, I might just nuke the bastards. Of course, if word got out about anthropomorphic nations running about, that'd be worse."

As she sat down, America crossed her legs before returning to the topic at hand. "I had you so that I could protect you, got that? I never planned to get pregnant, but when I did, well, there really weren't many options to choose from back in the late 50s and early 60s."

"The conformist 1950s, the nuclear family, the working husband and father, the stay-at-home wife and mother; don't ask me what our people were smoking back then, but they really thought it would help stop the spread of Communism. All I know was that I was becoming one hell of a workaholic and let's just say my boss wasn't very happy with me stepping out of the conformity of the time. By the 60s, I was done being the "domestic" woman, but not after I had had you as well as your little sister, and my relationship with your father had soured something nasty. Other countries weren't very content with my choices either, but that's what you get when all your bosses get trigger happy over any faint idea of Communism." Emily began to laugh at this and continued laughing to the disbelief of her son.

Andrei, giving his mother his full attention, could only stare. He had returned to his quiet demeanor, merely watching his mother with wide blue eyes. Emily returned his look with further description, "It's funny now, but back then, I was freaking out. Another kid, since what- 1912? While the rest of the world was just ready for me or Ivan to press the big red button and bring about the end of the world? Some timing right?" Emily's smile disappeared by the time she continued, "Within a year, I'd be sending mere boys to Vietnam to fight Communism. Here I was making babies while sending the babies of my own citizens out to get killed in the jungles of Vietnam."

After a silent pause, Emily spoke, "The thing is, I didn't want to hate your dad, but I hated him. I feared him, I was threatened by him. That's what our people felt, that's what I began to feel." Sighing, the normally light-hearted country looked down at her hands, "I was tired, we were all tired after the Second World War, but I got cocky. I wanted to make sure that everyone else recognized that I was playing with the big boys. I wanted to end the war any way I could, even if it meant creating a weapon I couldn't control. What I didn't know was that even if I was a woman, the others weren't going to sit back and just let me take the spotlight, especially the Soviet Union. He had changed too, your father. There was a time that I had known that he wasn't such a bad guy, but after the war, he was just different. He wanted everyone to agree with him. He wanted a world that truly recognized him. His bosses used Communism as a way to get that recognition. Your dad began to see red, and lots of it, and it got to the point that he couldn't see a thing if it wasn't covered in red."

Her normally bright eyes had clouded over, and for a moment, Alaska felt concerned over his mother's sudden change. The stories of his childhood had always been filled with an array of superheroes beating a common enemy, who represented a single complete evil. Yet for the first time, the state could feel the story graying, showing neither black nor white. In his mother's words, there didn't seem to be a hero… or an enemy.

"Argh, that's not what you wanted to hear, is it? Hearing about how us nations are all just a bunch of self-centered, narcissistic fools, getting into wars just for the power, the influence." Emily licked her lips and reached over to ruffle the state's platinum hair. She smiled, but even Alaska could tell that the expression was fake. "I wasn't expecting to get pregnant, when I slept with Russia. I had other things on my mind, such as how to avoid falling into an all out war with him, but still be able to deter his insistent need to force others to believe in him. The fiasco with South Korea and his brother hadn't worked out, and personally I really didn't want to shed more blood than need be. So… Behind everyone's backs, I did the only thing I thought would work to keep him from truly hating me to the point of wanting to destroy. I slept with him. I gave him all the recognition he could ever want and all the reasons not to directly attack the United States."

Shrugging, America stuck her tongue out, "Didn't really work out. He left me the next morning without saying good-bye." Her eyes looked at her son's as she curtly summed it up in one statement, "It was just cold political sex to him. I was still the Capitalist Pig, shoving lies down people's throats."

She shook her head, waves of blond hair swaying back and forth, "It didn't take long before I knew I was carrying his baby… You."

Chap 1 end. Hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading. Please review because, trust me, that's what fuels and provokes the really busy college student to procrastinate on studies and write fanfiction instead.

I want to see how this story fares on , so even if I have chapter 2 completed, I'm not uploading it just yet… but you can find it on the kink meme. Ok, enough from me. Thanks again!