Author's Note: Well here we are again at the start of another chapter. Everyone! Thank you so much for all my new reviewers and thank you for all the old ones. Especially Fic, so far reviewed every chapter, keep up the good work! So now please everyone don't kill me, due to my love of suspense and curiosity I've decided not to show what happened to America, at least not yet. I have a crazy cool idea for that, but for now you shall not know what happened. Though I'm sure all of you have a guess.

But you'll all know later on, until then though please enjoy Chapter Three of Innocence.

-Patriot

Russia hummed smiling down at the poor vegetables experiencing the wrath of his appetite. Besides him on the clean stove boiled a pot of water, already beef was inside the pot, cooked and tender. The carrots on the board made a satisfying chopping noise as he ran the knife down it, julienne style. When he as finished cutting the carrots into long strips he picked them up and using the knife scrapped them off into the pot. After that though he pulled out celery and began his evil destruction of them.

"Oh Alfred, how the memories of your screams will keep me happy for many nights to come," Ivan smiled at the thoughts that entered his head. He could still see it in his mind as if were still happening, taste it on his tongue, the fear was so sweet on his tongue. And best of all he could still feel it, the way that body moved under his while he took what belonged to him! "Не волнуйтесь, Альфред. Я буду держать вашу тайну." Ivan smiled and finished putting the vegetables into the pot, watching as they boiled. In his childish cruelty he imagined fingers floating in the water, watching the dead skin peel back while they cooked.

One could say that Ivan was a cruel person, but he preferred to call it tough love, everyone needed it. And Alfred got a lot of it; Ivan smiled feeling himself growing excited at the thought.

"I should stop. I shall see him tomorrow."

Ivan woke when his alarm went off next to him; he was already wide awake, as if he hadn't fallen asleep. His violet eyes almost seemed to illuminate the room in a glow as he looked over at the clock. It read six thirty in the morning; he sat up, the sheet falling off his bare chest, the tails of his scarf under the sheets with him. He reached his arms up and he could feel the bones in his spine popping back into place, making him feel even more rejuvenated and relaxed.

"What a wonderful day to terrorize the world." Ivan said to himself, pulling the sheet off of his bare waist and legs he stood up, the hard hotel carpet beneath his feet was unforgiving and almost brutal, he liked it like that. He stood up, the only thing covering his body was the scarf that he quiet literally never took off, the only time he did was when he was alone in his house and taking a shower. He walked over to the window; the curtains were closed leaving the room encased in darkness. Grabbing both ends he pushed it open and smiled sweetly as light filtered into the room illuminating all the corners. He couldn't see much from his position in the hotel, the only thing he saw were other rooms way across the way. He didn't let it bother him though, he couldn't wait to see America, see how he seemed to handling what happened.

Even just a mere second of Ivan's mental capacity devoted to the memories of his lovely night with Alfred got him going. He could feel the blood rushing south and making his larger than average member swell. He was the largest nation; he had wondered how big it would be if he took a ruler to it, but he knew it was big. He didn't think much of it after that though and entered the bathroom. He pulled his scarf not, he didn't want to get it wet, starting the water he stepped into the ice cold spray and hummed happily.

"Oh Alfred, may I see the fear in your sapphire eyes."

France was the first nation to be at the meeting, he should be seeing as it was being held in his wonderful capital, the city of love. Francis himself was standing on a balcony overlooking the gorgeous view of his capital. He watched his people with loving his eyes, everyone else in the world thought his people were rude and crabby but he saw beyond that. He saw the happiness and will for life his people wanted. Besides America's New Yorkers were just as bad. He shuddered at the memory of when the meeting was held there, those people had no control over their car horns.

"Good morning Francis." Francis turned as Arthur walked in, he was calmer when no one was around, and the Frenchman smirked.

"Ah bon matin dear Angleterre," Francis returned the greeting and walked over and pulled the Island Nation's seat out for him. Arthur grumbled in response but took the act of kindness and seated himself.

"If you think you can just pull a few seats out for me and expect to be in my pants you are bloody wrong you git!" Arthur hissed out as the Frenchman continued to stare into Arthur's toxic green eyes.

"Ah I wouldn't dream of it mon amour." Francis smiled and just then another nation walked into the room. Francis got up to greet him but he was stunned into silence. It was America, and he looked positively ragged. There were dark circles under his eyes and his blue eyes where life once seemed to bloom have dulled and darkened. "A-Amerique? Are you alright?"

Francis questioned but he got no answer as the North American nation seated himself and stared into the distance. Arthur seemed to stare at Alfred with sadness and regret.

"What happened to him England?" Arthur didn't respond and before the Frenchman could push the point the room started to fill with nations. Deciding to pry later he went to great the nations as they started to fill the room.

Ivan's eyes couldn't help but stare at the little American; he seemed so much smaller now. His muscles weren't as prominent; his face seemed a bit more angular and less full. Ivan wanted to laugh, he wanted to rub it in the world's face he took the one thing that mattered to the other. Everyone else in the world thought that Alfred's boy cherry had been popped, but Ivan knew different. He knew from the start, it wasn't France who stole the boy's virginity no it was Ivan himself! He was so lost in his thoughts that he never noticed the dark aura filtering off him in waves, making any nation near him nervous. And Alfred also, and he was across the room, safely between Canada and Mexico.

"Now, ve got plenty of vork to be doing. So let us get this started." Germany took the podium in the front of the room and started to prattle on about this and that. The first topic as always was global warming, and some nations took turns talking about their ideas to solve the problem. Among the nations to go up Ivan was one of them.

"доброе утро." Ivan spoke as he took the steps up to the podium and had papers lain out before him. They were all in Russian, and he had little doodles of sunflowers in the corner of his papers. "I thought that we could try and put more restrictions on the companies produce a lot Co2, maybe we could tax them da?" Ivan started to radiate a dark aura and his eyes turned to Alfred. "For they do not deserve the power they have, they should be… limited. Stopped, forced to give their prosperity to those who have less."

Alfred stood up straight up at that, Ivan's violet eyes following him. He didn't say anything, most people figured Alfred would retort to the other. But the world was in shock as the other left the room, his eyes down-cast as if he were ashamed of himself.

"America?" The America look-a-like got up and followed after his brother, Ivan wondered who that male was. Ivan could help but have a cruel smile on his face as the brothers left.

"V-Vell then, I guess that concludes today's meeting." Germany said standing; the one most prominent figure in the world had left. Nothing else would get down, besides the nations were all gossiping and trying to figure out what was going on.

"We did good yes? Alfred fears me." Ivan said standing next to Germany who stared at him with an emotionless expression.

"You are sick. Vhat we did was wrong, look at how much we hurt him!" Germany whispered back furiously and the other let out a childish giggle.

"I know it's so fun, to see that American so broken, I never thought I'd have this much fun doing this. Then again it was almost too easy." Ivan frowned wishing that Alfred had put up at least a little bit of a fight. He had wished the other would come seeking Ivan's blood so that he could overpower the little American and do naughty things all over again. He giggled again and walked away leaving Germany to stare at him.

"We never should have done what we did." Arthur said walking up to Germany, watching Ivan leave as well. He looked down in shame and the German nodded.

"Maybe ve should apologize ja?" Arthur shook his head, whether it was because the other was too proud or if Alfred wouldn't accept the apology Germany didn't know. But before he could say anything else Arthur walked away, leaving Germany alone in a room full of idiots. He sighed, what did they do?

"Big Brother, Big Brother, come on let me in! You're being a скупірака!" Ivan was sitting on his bed staring at the door as it was kicked and punched. He had a cross in his left hand and a vial of holy water in the other. He didn't quite realize how ridiculous he was being, but hey he hadn't tried this yet.

"Leave me alone!" He called out to his sister who went silent.

"We will get married big brother! Whether you want to or not!" With that little clicks started to happen and it took a moment for Ivan to realize what she was doing. She was picking the lock! He flung right up off his bed and to the door and braced it with his body just as she got it open. "Let me in!" Ivan shuddered at the scary tone she used and then stepped away from the door and she came walking in.

She was in that same dress that she was always in. It was big and puffy; Ivan didn't quite understand why she wore it all the time. Maybe it was because she was clinging to the past.

"Thank you Big Brother. Now will you marry me?" She asked and for a moment she seemed almost normal, even if the question she was asking was ludicrous.

"Н-нет B-Беларусь я не могу выйти за тебя замуж. Ты моя сестра." Ivan answered back in Russian. The other glared at him and turned walking out, it seemed she had given up, but Ivan knew better she never gave up.

"I will be back." She said and Ivan was reminded of that terrible American Movie with that Austrian guy. Ivan sighed as he heard his front door slip shut, he felt his masculinity return with the departure of his sister. The one thing in the world that terrifies him and it's his sister, how odd. He sighed and went upstairs to his office and pulled open his laptop, he logged in and got onto the internet just looking over the internet when in the corner of his eyes a message appeared. He clicked the little box open and saw it was an invite to a video chat accepting it, seconds later he was displayed along with Germany, China and Britain.

"We have decided we are apologizing to America and you will be a part of it you bloody wanker." Arthur hissed out before anyone else could speak. Ivan always thought the Briton was a bit of a bitch.

"Ah… no," Ivan answered back smiling that little smile that never reached his eyes.

"Come now aru. It's only fair, what we did was wrong Ivan and I know you know that." Ivan wanted to laugh in China's face, what he did was right. He knocked Alfred down a few pegs, realizing that he was just another nation in the world, not king of the world.

"No I am not wrong. And I will not apologize." Arthur looked about ready to start spitting steam out of his ears.

"Ivan please, it vas vrong, we need to apologize ve had no right!" Germany called to the Russian, hoping to appeal to him. But the other was steadfast in his thoughts, he would never apologize Alfred deserved what he got.

"Here he comes." Arthur said and another screen popped up, under the screen the name 'Hero4U' it was Alfred's stupid penname. Ivan decided to stay on and watch see what happened when the other male got on. They waited and waited and then nothing, Alfred didn't come on everyone was shocked into silence. "Bloody hell, he always comes on."

"I don't get it aru? Where America?" China said sounding truly concerned, something that the other nation always seemed incapable of. Ivan just sat back in his seat and watched as the other nations on the screen started to panic and talk about possible reasons the American didn't come on. Ivan just couldn't help but smile at their desperation, they all sought forgiveness, pansies, there was no forgiveness.

"It was nice to see you gentlemen, good luck in your quest for forgiveness." Arthur was about to scream at him but Ivan closed the screen down and smiled twirling in his seat like a child. "О глупой Америке, вы не заслуживаете всю мощь вашего. And I was able to steal something away from you." He got up and decided it was time to sleep, thought it was only the later afternoon. He was honestly hoping to have dreams about that American squirming under him again, screaming for him to stop.

"What did you do to my brother!" Ivan looked around trying to find the source of the voice that was speaking to him. It was light and breathless, and it almost seemed to struggle to be heard. "I'm over here!" Ivan looked over and saw a male that looked almost exactly like America, only the male's eyes were a darker blue color than his brother's.

"А Канада, что я могу для вас сделать?" Ivan questioned and the other male glared at him.

"You know exactly what you can do for me. What did you do to America! I've lost all contact with him, he's never quiet! What did you do!" Ivan eyed the male, so this one did have a little fire underneath all of his ghostliness.

"Ah… I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Comme l'enfer vous n'avez pas! Je veux savoir!" Canada screamed out reverting to his original language. He however was silent as a ghastly purple aura started to wafer from Ivan. He whimpered and shied away from the man, that seemed to make it less scary then if he was up in Ivan's face.

"I do not know what you are speaking of. Leave now Canada you have overstayed your welcome."

"This is my land!" Ivan looked around him and noticed he was in a little Canadian-French café, how odd. He didn't even remember coming here, Canada was such an easy nation to forget anything in.

"Ah you are right. I suppose I will leave." Ivan stood up and pulled on the ends of his scarf satisfied when the ends came to squeeze around his neck comfortingly. He had a private jet not too far away, at least he thought he didn't he couldn't quite recall. Sighing and shaking off his head he called for a taxi and he was soon brought to the airport. He was right, they did have a jet in waiting for him. He was quickly put through security and on board his small jet, he seated himself in the luxurious leather chair and leaned back.

They would fly over America on their way back home, he would look at the lands that he tainted and smile. He leaned back in his seat and soon felt himself falling into a deep sleep.

"M-Mr. Braginski sir? There's something we think you should see." Ivan cracked one of his violet eyes open when the man before him spoke. He sighed and stood up, feeling his old bones pop into place with a satisfying sound. He walked all the way up into the Pilot's cabin, the co-pilot the one flying the machine.

"What on earth?" Ivan questioned, his eyes wide. "Where are we?"

"Over America, everything tells us that this is America." Ivan peered out the glass of the window and down to the ground. There were no clouds to obscure his sight of America. Right under them was a large dome, it was made of one way glass, and it was crisscrossed by metal. Ivan couldn't believe his eyes, and this dome stretched as far as the eye could see.

"What did you do Alfred." Ivan asked quietly, glad when the human pilots didn't hear him speak. Ivan turned and left the cabin and when he sat back down he stared into the distance. What did this mean? It meant the world's superpower had receded, it was gone, there was nothing and no one anymore to fill that void. Ivan thought about ways he could become the next Superpower the entire way home.

"We have to try and break the glass!" Arthur wailed at the next meeting, his eyes were red and puffy. As were Canada's.

"There's no use. I've already tried that Arthur. I even planted C-4 on it!" Matthew said but no one seemed to notice.

"I agree with Angleterre, we need to try and get America back." France said, patting both Arthur and Matthew on the back. Both blondes were barely able to hold back the waves of sadness at the disappearance of Alfred. Ivan just stared in silence, he didn't know what was better. If they got Alfred back then the Superpower would be back, but Ivan could torment the blonde as well. But if they left him then Ivan had a chance to restore his former glory.

"It is decided then. In two days' time ve vill go and try to break the glass." Germany said and the room nodded, Ivan decided to ignore them, he wanted power more than he wanted to torment Alfred.

"Bombs away!" Matthew called out watching as plane after plane dropped tons of explosives onto the glass. They already tried to cut it, melt it, everything but nothing worked, nothing brought his brother back. Matthew was getting desperate, what if his brother was hurt? There was a lot of fire, and Matthew pulled his goggles over his eyes to help him see. When the smoke cleared he squinted then let out a growl, nothing, nothing changed. "Maple!"

"You know what we have to try Mattieu." Matthew looked over as Francis came over and patted his 'son' on the head.

"What if we hurt him that way though?"

"It is a risk we'll have to take." Matthew nodded and left with the Frenchman, they walked away from the dome. They had already had it inspected, it covered the whole United States. And two smaller domes were put over Hawaii and Alaska. There was nothing left of Alfred. Matthew was going to kill whoever did this to his brother.

"Five, four, three, two, fire." Matthew pressed the button and watched as a tactical nuke was fired. They fired, just in case, at an area that was not surrounded by many American inhabitants. Matthew waited for it to hit, he waited, and waited then in a second light flashed. He was watching it on camera, silence as they waited for the light to die down and give them an accurate picture of the dome. "Why?" Matthew spoke, there was no change, there was no hope.

Ivan smiled, putting the phone down he heard news of the attempted break-in of America, all of which were failed. Ivan smiled looking out his window, it was snowing, and normally that would dampen his mood. But this time, no, nothing could make him sad after hearing that. In fact he got right out of his seat and walked out of the office room, down the stairs and out the door. The cool air nipped at him, General Winter's way of greeting him.

"We won Winter. After all these years we have won!" Ivan started to chuckle lightly, then his voice took on greater volume. And he started to laugh so hard he was crying, it was truly a glorious day. He let out laugh after laugh, even long after his throat had begun to hurt and it felt as though it were begging him to stop. He got off his knees as he fell there and started to twirl in the snow, his scarf was far away from him. And though from a distance he appeared to be innocently dancing in the snow, the closer you got the more obvious it was that Russia could only be nefarious.

Author's Note: Well here we are at the end of yet another chapter of Innocence. What do you guys think? Remember to review if you love me! And as you can see I changed my name mid writing this, don't worry should be the last time I switch. I've always had this name previous to other things. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed it, please review!

-HoneybeeX

Translations

(Russian) Не волнуйтесь, Альфред. Я буду держать вашу тайну – Don't worry America I will keep your secret.

(French) Bon Matin – Good Morning

(French) Angleterre – England

(French) Mon Amour – My Love

(French) Amerique – America

(Russian) доброе утро – Good Morning

(Belarusian) скупірака – Meanie

(Russian) Н-нет B-Беларусь я не могу выйти за тебя замуж. Ты моя сестра – N-No Belarus, I cannot marry you. You're my sister.

(Russian) О глупой Америке, вы не заслуживаете всю мощь вашего – Oh you stupid American you do not deserve the power you have.

(Russian) А Канада, что я могу для вас сделать – Ah Canada what can I do for you?

(French) Comme l'enfer vous n'avez pas! Je veux savoir – Like hell you don't! I want to know!