A single broad ray of light shown through the window through the slit between the curtains and rested upon the angelic, sleeping face of the young man atop his lover. Ah, lover, such a sweet phrase to use at last. Just last week they had been bitter rivals, Ivan and he. But now, according to the night before and the morning after, they could satisfy the title of lovers.

Alfred groaned softly as the morning sun decided to stir him awake from his comfy slumber. But Alfred didn't want to get up yet…he wanted to snuggle longer with his big Russian teddy bear! Though Alfred, albeit begrudgingly, fluttered his eyes open, and yawned quietly while stretching his now sore and heavy muscles. Who knew Ivan could be such a sadist in bed? Of course, Alfred was a country, so his wounds would heal quickly, but Ivan's marks probably wouldn't fade for at least a few days, three at the max.

He tiredly smacked his lips and directed his groggy, baby blue eyes the Russian's sleeping face. The golden blonde smiled and wiped a stray strand of ashen hair from Ivan's face. "Mornin' baby.~" The younger male leaned up and pecked Ivan on his large nose. The ministrations caused Ivan's nose to twitch and in turn awake the sleepy Russian. He looked tiredly over towards Alfred who had a big, lovey, dopey grin on his face; how stupid.

Alfred, being the secret romanticist that he was, couldn't have asked for a more perfect way to wake up in the morning. "Wake up sleepyhead~" He sing-songed and leaned up and rubbed his nose against Ivan's to give him some good morning bunny kisses. (Or Eskimos kisses, same thing.)

Ivan subtly rolled his eyes at the display. This was always the consequence of one of the games he liked to play. Now don't get him wrong, Ivan loved to play his games. Especially his mind games wherein he pretended to be in love with the other person and he got a free fuck out of it. It was just too easy to fool humans, and sometimes nations too! However, the morning after was always rather annoying, especially when he woke up to a partner like Alfred, who wanted to be all lovey-dovey. It was sickening. At least the breaking his heart part would be fun.

"Privyet Amerika." He sat up which made Alfred dismount him and nestle down on the other side of the bed. The first thing Ivan did after he has stretched was look around for his clothes and boxers. Of course he'd already had his scarf on, he never took it off, not even during sex.

The honey-wheat blonde nation pouted as he watched the other getting dressed. "Aw, where ya runnin' off to baby? I wanted to snuggle a little more." Ivan had to admit, the other blonde's pout was kind of cute, but not nearly enough so to change his mind about leaving. "I am heading back to my own country now, da? I suggest you do the same, I doubt that the hotel will allow you to stay again once they see the damage to the room."

Ivan had a point there, last night had been pretty wild. He wouldn't be surprised if some of the other guests were kept up during the night from the sounds of their fucking. The American sighed and got up, pain shooting through his back. "Yeah…I guess you're right. But do you have to go back so soon? I mean last night was just so great…oh, I know! Wanna come over my place? We can totally spend the day together, like our first date or somethin'!" He smiled brightly at the idea and walked over, hugging Russia from behind. "Whaddya say Ivy?"

Oh God, the foolish little American already had a nickname for him. "I will have to say no because we are not to be going on any dates, ever." He pried the American's strong arms off of him and turned around to face him, wearing his usual sickeningly sweet fake smile. "Now I will only say this once so try to keep up, ok? You and I are NOT in a relationship. Last night meant nothing and we will move on with our lives as usual, da?"

Alfred felt his heart stop and crack at the same time. W-what the Hell was he talking about? No relationship…it meant nothing?

"H-how can you say that? I-if this is one of your sick, twisted commie jokes then stop it, it ain't funny!" He could feel tears begin to well up in his eyes as the situation really began to sink in. "You can't do that to me you fucking bastard! Last night you told me that you loved me and that you wanted to be with me, you said you fucking LOVED me!" Ah, now here came the fun part! "I was lying, da?" Russia answered innocently. "How could I ever possibly love you? You are a selfish, stupid fat, capitalist pig. I was only in this for the sex, which wasn't even that great itself," That part was the only lie, he had actually enjoyed the sec greatly. "So you are going to cry like the pathetic, fat and spoiled child that you are, and I am going to leave, da?"

Alfred's eyes were wide with misery as the tears flowed like a river freely now as Ivan had hit just about every weakness the American had; being called fat, being insulted for his flaws, being told he was bad at sex, and being abandoned.

Ah, now that's the look that Ivan wanted to see! The look of absolute shame and misery his partner would give him after he broke their heart, and in some cases, their very soul. "Goodbye Amerika, I shall be seeing again at the next World Meeting, da?" With that the satisfied Russian left, leaving America to wallow in angered pity all by himself. What he didn't know was that letting America go would be the biggest mistake of his life as he would later find out, that America hadn't been alone after all.