A/N: Collection of interconnecting one shots (Or a chapter story, see it however ya want) on the progressing AU, college relationship between Alfred F. Jones and Ivan Braginski. Aw yea.

Tensions are high and soon, the hormones will be too. That might make a rating change in the future.

Some other minor pairings: FrUK, PruCan, ehhh you tell me.

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Nicknames

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"Oh, Fredka. Could you pass me that notebook?"

Alfred, aka 'Fredka' glared at Ivan Braginski, his tall Russian roommate before picking up said object and chucking it at the man's smiling face.

Damn him. Damn him and his weird nicknames and his weirdness and his scarf an-

"I hear if you like to look at something, you should take picture of it, да?"

Sky blue eyes glared into amethyst ones.

"My camera would break trying to get a picture of your ugly mug." Alfred spat and slapped his headphones on his head before he could hear the comeback that was sure to come.

Both he and Ivan were freshman students at Terra University, Alfred nineteen, fresh out of high school and Ivan twenty-one, he had moved from Russia to get an education in the states. Not that Alfred cared for the reasoning at all, in fact he didn't really care for his roommate: He was creepy and kind of scary. Whenever he was displeased he'd get this look on his face like, a child who caught a cricket and had every intent to rip off it's ityy-bitty little wings, the poor cricket screaming at the top of it's tiny lungs-

Alfred let out a small whimper for the imaginary cricket and threw the ash blond haired Russian a glare that he didn't notice.

Then this 'Fredka' business. What the hell? Sure, it just means Alfred but it sounded so weird and un-Alfredy.

The blond frowned at his half done essay on the computer in front of him, before a small grin spread on his face.

Alfred had an idea to even the playing field.

After thirty minutes of intense Googling, Alfred sat back with a shit-eating grin as he stared at his finding. His search was successful. Closing the window and shutting his laptop closed, then Scooting away from the desk, Alfred stretched his arms up and yawned in a display of tiredness.

It was two in the morning after all; even college students needed to sleep! Plus Braginski seemed like he was about to get ready for bed as well. The plan was in motion!

Getting up from the chair and flinging his grandfather's WWII jacket, then his shirt off and onto the chair (To wear the next day, he only wore that shirt twice, it's still clean) before going to the bathroom to do his business, brush his teeth and change into a pair of black fleece pj pant with the Xbox logo all over them. Matthew had gotten him a two of their birthdays back. Man, Alfred loved his brother.

When the tanned man reentered the room, Ivan was also wearing his own sleepwear: a t-shirt, basketball shorts and that damn scarf! He never took it off, even when he slept! Weirdo.

Alfred hummed a bit as he climbed up their bunk bed to the top (you bet your ass he called top bunk first thing! Alfred F. Jones is always on top!) And threw Ivan, who was turning off the lights, a grin that he couldn't see.

Settling down on the bed, Alfred waited patiently to attack, because there was one thing Braginski did every night without fail.

"Спокойной ночи, Fredka~." He said from the bunk below, his light voice holding a note of song.

"Yeah, goodnight-" Alfred grinned as he fired his weapon "- Vanya."

The gasp that came was the most amazing thing Alfred ever heard. He finally got something out of the Russian! Score one for the USA!

To his disappointment though, Ivan didn't say anything else, but that was okay, Alfred had ammo now…

Alfred had the best victory sleep ever.

Sadly, he had no idea what he started as 'Vanya' stared at the top of the American's bunk in shock.

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The next day, Ivan didn't say a word to Alfred. Instead, he opted to just throw odd looks at him and keep quiet.

It didn't help that the both of them had the day off today; Alfred was half sure Ivan didn't have friends so he wouldn't leave, and everyone else had class, so Alfred couldn't escape the silence by going to hang out with Matthew, Arthur, Francis or Gilbert. Not even the latter's brother Ludwig and his boyfriend Feliciano… He'd even get free pasta out of that, but no such luck.

Damn it! Why did they ALL have class now? It was like they planned it so he had to be stuck with Braginski, at his worst!

It was beginning to grate of Alfred's nerves.

While watching TV on the couch that sat between the desks and the bunk bed, they both sat there in stony silence.

Even the World's Dumbest Criminals weren't eliciting a sound from the duo.

Crash.

Sirens.

Narrator makes another lame pun-

Alfred snapped.

"Dude, what's you're problem?" He whipped his head so fast to the Russian he almost lost his glasses.

Silence, the freaking bear kept looking at the TV.

"Hey!" Amethyst eyes flickered to sky blue before going back to the screen, and unreadable look on his face.

A smirk came to Alfred's face as he spoke in a mimic of Ivan's singsong voice:

"Vanya~"

That got a reaction; Braginski looked at him fully now, his eyes hard, body ridged like he was about to spring on Alfred to squeeze the life out of the other man, freaking Alfred out a little bit.

"Vhere did you see zat name?" His accent was coming through more with his rising emotion.

Smirk slipped off of Alfred's face.

Did Vanya mean something extremely offensive in Russian or something?

Shit.

"It's just a nickname right? Like 'Fredka'?" Alfred asked, not meaning for his voice to sound so hesitant, he didn't like the sudden chill in the room.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

A glare was set on the Russian's face as he stood suddenly, making Alfred jump, but he didn't get the chance to anything to defend himself before he was grabbed by the collar and dragged to eye level. Alfred could only see part of Ivan's face, the rest of it obscured by the long white scarf he wore, purple eyes dark and menacing.

SHITSHITSHITSHIT!

Alfred felt his heart sink, his hands flying up to Braginski's wrist. The man had him a few inches off the ground with one hand! That look… God, it sent shivers down the American's spine. Ivan brought his face close; a menacing smile spread on his face as he leaned in even closer, their cheeks brushing lightly; hot waves of breath ran down Alfred's neck, making the blond shudder and squirm. He felt like a helpless kitten being held by the scruff of an angry and hungry wolf who was about to bite into his neck and gobble up his bloodied larynx-

"Where did you see it, Fredka~?"

"I Googled your name!"

The answer was out just as Ivan rolled the 'r' in his nickname, and Alfred was suddenly dropped back on the couch, looking up at a baffled Ivan.

"You Googled my name?" He repeated, his accent toned down and voice low, almost disbelieving.

"Yeah! It was one of the alternant ways to say your first name! It's not fair that you call me a weird nickname and I can't to you." Alfred said defensively, suddenly getting up to stand up to the Russian.

It did nothing for him, as he was still a good head shorter than the larger man, having to look up in the suddenly amused face.

A loud laugh suddenly came from Braginski, making Alfred step back to the couch with an unsure look as his laughter boomed in the medium sized dorm.

Man, he was bi-polar.

"Oh, I had thought you had gotten it from something else! I'm glad I am mistaken, I would have had to break your hands." He said with such glee that Alfred was pretty sure the ash blond was telling the truth.

"No, no, just Google." Alfred reassured, and Ivan grinned a stark contrast from a few moments ago, even the room seemed warmer.

"That is very flattering, Fredka! You thinking about me and what to call me." He said with a laugh and Alfred frowned.

Goddamn it, plan backfire.

"Whatever, Braginski." He mumbled, sitting back down on the couch folding his arms as Ivan sat next to him, making a disappointed sound as he did.

"Aw, what happened to 'Vanya'?"

An 'humph' was his answer as he began to intently watch the crashes on the screen.

He'll find something else to bother the Russian yet!

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I'm writing again! And now it's RusAme! Loved this pairing when I first saw America and Russia on Hetalia. I KNEW THAT THEY WE'RE MEANT FOR EACHOTHER.

Спокойной ночи – Peaceful Night/Goodnight

If I'm wrong, please correct me.

-cough- yeah. Anywho, review please! They make me happy and want to write.