A/N: I am so sorry for not updating in a while. I had horrible writers' block… And I still do! So I'm just saying now, this fic will be updated whenever I can, and hopefully it will be as soon as possible each time. Also, sorry for it being so short! And again, a un-beta chapter. Because my beta reader refuses to deal with Cold War. Despite this being Cold War / USUK…

WARNING: For all those hardcore Cold War fans, and those not so much of a fan of USUK… THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEMI-SEXUAL THEMED USUK.

ENJOY!

Chapter Two – Our Interruption

After spending hours in the snow, Ivan and Alfred retreated back into town and went to the nearest cafe. Another annual thing they did. The waitresses always joked around in saying the cafe were the males' second home in winter. The two walked into the cafe and took their usual seats in the back. Alfred leaned against the wall and rubbed his hands together, an attempt to create friction to warm his ice cold hands.

"You should have worn gloves." Ivan said as he sat down

"You should have worn gloves..." Alfred said in a mocking tone. "Shut up. I'll wear what I want and won't wear what I don't want to wear."

Ivan lifted an eyebrow and said, "That made... No sense."

"It makes perfect sense! You just have to be a born and raised American to understand. But instead you're a damn commie Russian."

Ivan repressed a groan, "Communism no longer exists in Russia, so therefore I am not a 'damn commie', you capitalist pig!"

"I am not a capitalist pig!"

Ivan smirked at Alfred, who grinned in return. The two let out a series of laughs before one of the waitresses walked up to their table.

"Hello and welcome! Terribly sorry for the wait. I am Zade and I will be your waitress for the day." the young girl said, pushing her bangs back with her pen as she smiled.

"Zade, we already know you. Cut the routine." Alfred said.

"Can't, boss will get pissed off." Zade sighed.

"Ah... Well, we'll have the usual."

"Got it, luv." She said. As she was about to turn around, she stopped in her tracks and gave Alfred a confused look. A confused and annoyed. "Hey Alfred... Where's Arthur?"

Alfred's smile melted into a frown and he sighed, "He's at home. Ivan and I just started day one of the war."

"Oh... I just thought you would have stopped this for him, that's all."

Zade walked from the table and Alfred sighed roughly, raking his hair with his fingers. Ivan looked at him, studying his expression and body language. Almost like a science project, or a tough math problem.

Alfred glanced at Ivan and asked, "What you lookin' at?"

"What does it look like I'm looking at?" Ivan responded.

"Don't answer a question with a question dude."

Ivan shrugged and buried half his face into his scarf. Alfred took out his phone from his bag and saw he had two missed calls and a text. All from Arthur.

"Damn it." Alfred groaned. "Uh, I gotta go, mom getting pissed I'm out in a snow storm."

"Is she? Or is your boyfriend getting pissed you're with another guy?" Ivan smiled. It was sickening.

"Shut up." Alfred said before putting on his coat, grabbing his bag, and walking out the café.

"Tell him I said 'privet'!"

x X x

Ding dong!

"I'm coming. Hold up." Arthur said from inside the house. Footsteps were heard before the click of the lock unlocking and the squeak from the door opening.

"Hey, Artie!" Alfred said with a shy grin.

"Alfred?" Arthur scowled. "I thought you were with Ivan?" The name was bitter to say, it made him sick.

"Yeah... The first battle is done. He won." Alfred said, rolling his eyes.

"First? There's going to be more?"

"Hey, can I come in? It's freezing out here! And you're shivering, I can see it."

Arthur glared at him, "Why should I let you in?"

"Because its cold and I know you want me to come in! Plus, you're getting cold yourself."

"What makes you think I want you to come in?"

Alfred moved closer to Arthur and looked him in the eyes. "Because I know you and you're probably praying for me to come in anyway." He smirked.

Arthur blushed before stepping aside so Alfred could walk in.

"Thanks Arthur!" Alfred said, walking in. "So where are the folks?"

Arthur closed the door and walked into the living room. "Out of town for the next two weeks. Put your coat on the coat rack and you can leave your bag on the floor next to it."

Alfred smirked to himself at the idea of having no parents in the house. "M'kay." The American said before taking off his coat and dropping his bag so he can follow the Briton into the living room.

"What about your bros and sis?"

"I believe they went with my mum and dad. Your face is horribly red, Alfred." Arthur laughed as he took a seat on the couch.

Alfred took a seat next to Arthur and grinned, "You don't think I know that? I've been outside all day since school ended." But he knew majority of his red face was because of the thoughts running through his head.

"Outside in a blizzard like someone who's absolutely mental."

"Hey! I'm not mental…"

Arthur smiled and kissed his cheek, "You are mental."

Alfred half lidded his eyes to give Arthur an annoyed look and Arthur gave him another smile, one wider than the last. Alfred couldn't help but smile back and say, "You look really good when you smile, you should smile more often."

Arthur blushed and mumbled something before shaking his head. Before Alfred could say another word, Arthur asked, "Are you going to stay over? It's late right now and I don't want you walking through a blizzard in the dark."

"Yeah, I guess I'll stay. Lemme call my mom to tell her before she freaks."

"No problem."

Alfred got up and walked into the kitchen. He took out his phone and froze when he saw Ivan's name on his screen, indicating a missed call and a new voice message. The teen ignored it and went onward with calling his mother. For the next few minutes, they went back and forth in a joking argumentative way. But nonetheless, she let him stay. However, she did warn him that there will be an even worse blizzard tomorrow, and this just made Alfred smile. He assured her he had clothing and would be fine, hung up, shoved his phone into his pocket, and returned to the living room. Arthur was lying down on the couch watching an episode of Doctor Who.

"Which episode is this?" Alfred asked, walking over to the couch and pushing his feet aside to sit down.

Arthur blinked and sat up, "I'm not entirely sure, I was actually just thinking."

"Thinking? 'Bout what?"

"About a few things. It's not important." Arthur smiled softly.

"It's important to me. Now tell."

"It's not important, Alfred. Come on, you need to get your night clothing." The Briton said. "Follow me upstairs." He smiled softly, but the smiled had a double meaning. It was almost... Seductive.

Alfred got up from the couch and saw the second meaning put to the Brit's smile. He grinned and walked after Arthur, whom was already walking up the stairs. The two walked until they got to the landing of the second floor and stopped. Alfred quickly grabbed Arthur – whom squeaked in surprise – and picked him up bridal style. The American teen laughed and placed a firm kiss on Arthur's lips. Arthur smirked in response and kissed back, wrapping his legs around the other. Alfred walked towards the wall and pinned Arthur against it, using his own body, and continued to kiss him with more and more passion.

Arthur moaned softly behind closed lips and threaded his fingers into Alfred's hair. Alfred licked his lips, asking for entrance, and Arthur gladly opened his mouth. The American's tongue rushed into the British mouth and right away he was met with the taste of tea. It was bitter, but Alfred learned to love the taste. Both teens moaned against each other's mouth, feeling each other's growing errection. Arthur pulled his mouth away from Alfred's and panted.

"Bedroom. Now."

Alfred nodded and put Arthur down. The two rushed into the bedroom, Arthur falling back on his bed with Alfred coming on top of him and pinning him down. The Briton smirked up at the American and the American smirked back before pressing his lips against his. The two kissed feverishly and pressed against each other's body.

"Alfred…" Arthur breathed. "I need you." He whispered into the other's ear.

Alfred did a short nod and begun to move lower when suddenly his phone begun to ring. Both males froze at the sound and the atmosphere grew heavy.

'It's not him, it's not him, it's not him.' The American kept thinking to himself.

"I believe someone is phoning you." Arthur said, gritting his teeth.

"Pfft, I hear nothing." Alfred said, trying to play it off.

"Answer it. Or at least check who it is."

"Uh, I rather not. H-Hey, what are yo –"

Arthur reached into Alfred's pocket and took out his phone. His eyes scanned over the screen and slight anger flashed in his emerald eyes.

"Ivan?" He questioned as the phone stopped ringing.

"I-Ivan?"

"What is he doing calling you?"

"The hell if I shou –"

Arthur pushed Alfred off him, shoved the phone into his hand, and walked out the room towards the bathroom. He left behind a trail of spite within the air as he left. Alfred groaned loudly before letting out a frustrated growl and falling back on the bed.

x X x

Meanwhile…

Ivan stood outside of the Briton's house. He snuggled into his scarf and smiled the usual fake smile he wore every day. One hand was buried in his pocket as the other was holding his cell phone. The phone received a call back tone as it rung, calling a certain American. From the location outside, the Russian was able to see Alfred and Arthur walk into the elder's room. Perfect! The phone continued to receive a call back tone for a few more seconds before it went to voicemail.

"Hey there, you've reached the voicemail of the awesome hero, Alfred F. Jones! Leave your message after the tone and the hero will come to assist as soon as possible."

Ivan lifted the phone to his ear and said, "Meet me at our usual spot tomorrow at one. We still have a war, and I do not wish to lose."

The tone he used was bittersweet; coming off light at first thought, but actually being full of annoyance and inner hatred.

Did he really hate him though…?