APH Fic Through Time chapter 7
Title: Through Time
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Russia, America, RussiaxAmerica, Cold War!Russia, Cold War!America,
Rating: T ...I think.
Warnings: Um...Ivan and Alfred are kissing here but nothing explict happens.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: An Alfred and Ivan in the future who are in a loving relationship are blasted to the past during the Cold War where Alfred wakes up in Ivan of the Cold Wars bed and Ivan wakes up in Alfreds of the Cold Wars bed.
Alfred woke up with the sun in his eyes, Ivans arm around his chest, and a small sense of fulfillment.
Then it was ruined by the pain in his ass.
He mentally groaned as he shifted in the bed and the sharp pain coursed through him.
Cursing silently he vowed never to have sex with Ivan again without at least some sort of lube.
Although the pain was somewhat worth last night.
He was aware of a chuckling in his ear and then someone kissing it.
“Are you alright?” Ivan asked.
Alfred grinned and said “Yeah I‘m fine. Just a bit sore.”
Ivan chuckled. “My apologizes.” he said before climbing on top of Alfred and kissing him.
Alfred returned the kiss entwining his hands in Ivans hair as he did.
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Emily walked around the house enwrapped in a blanket. She stopped at random walls containing pictures and looked at them for a moment before continuing on.
She gave a passing glance at the appliances and books on the shelves. Where the furniture was and how they were angled. Figurines and the occasional toy.
Some was the same and everything else was different. Even the ones that were the same didn’t feel like the ones back home. The room she and Alex slept in wasn’t theirs. Back home she and Alex had their own rooms and they were decorated the way they wanted.
It all felt…different. Not theirs. Even papa and otets were different. They hated each other.
The first time she saw America and Russia glare at one another she wanted to cry. Alex hid behind her and she could feel that he was almost crying. Thankfully papa and otets came to them and to comfort them. Emily could see that it was also discerning for them to watch their past selves.
She turned a corner and to the truth of her thoughts there were America, and standing next to him was England, and Russia watching the other.
England was the first to notice her.
“Isn’t a bit too early for you to be up?” he asked her bringing Americas and Russias attention on her.
Emily shook her head. “I don’t sleep so I‘m usually the first one down.”
America blinked in surprise. “You…don’t sleep?”
Emily shook her head. “Not a single night since I was born.”
Uncomfortable with their gazes Emily pulled the blanket tighter against her.
“Are you hungry, I could make something.” England said.
Emily quickly shook her head, ignoring her rumbling stomach. “I‘m not hungry.”
“Emily.” a voice called.
Turning to the door they saw Alex walking towards Emily.
Emily opened her blanket that was wrapped around her body and Alex came into it, Emily closed the blanket over them. Unseen to the others Emily put her arms around Alex who was in front of her.
America closed his eyes and turned away from the children while Russia merely looked out the window.
Emily was watching Russia with a curious look on her face. “You…you don’t like us do you Mr. Russia?” she asked.
Russia looked surprised at what she said before nodding. “No I don’t. You symbolize something that could never happen and would never happen.”
Alex shook his head. “If it was never going to happen then we wouldn’t exist.”
“Not true. We‘re the personifications of existing states Al. papa and otets wouldn’t be married if it never happened.” Emily corrected.
Alex licked his upper lip and snuggled closer to Emily in response.
Alfred came into the kitchen then stretching his arms. And was he limping?
He smiled at Emily and Alex and gave a nod to the other three. “Good morning.”
“Good morning papa.” Emily and Alex said together.
He then walked to the refrigerator. “I‘ll make something for breakfast.”
“I already asked. They aren’t hungry.” England said.
Alfred looked at him incredulously before looking at his children. “Are you kidding me? They’re like black holes. Are you guys hungry?” he asked uncertainly.
Emily and Alex nodded which made England sputter.
Alfred nodded. “Breakfast then.”
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England was pissed as he stalked through Americas house in search of a certain Russian.
None of this made sense. Russia and America getting together? Disregarding all the hatred and war between them. It didn’t matter how many years passed between the end of the Cold War and the time they had gotten married, England was sure that America would never fall in love with his greatest enemy.
At least not when America had him.
Finally he found the person he was looking for. Russia from the future.
Ivan glanced over his shoulder to see his guest. “Hello England. Is there something I can do for you?” he asked.
“Yes there is something I want to know about the future.” England said.
Ivan shook his head. “I don’t think we should tell anymore events that will happen.”
“This isn’t an event like that. I want to know about me and America.”
Ivan raised an eyebrow as he pulled a shirt on, for a moment the scarf shifted to show the scars on his neck which England’s eyes lingered over. “I believe I can guess what your question will be then. And I will not answer.”
England slammed his hand against the door behind him. “Why the hell not! I want to know!” England yelled glaring at him.
Ivan shook his head. “If I tell you then we might not get together. I do not wish that.”
“No I want to know! Why the bloody hell does Alfred and myself break up in the future? You did something didn’t you!” Arthur yelled.
Ivan looked at him coolly. “I assure you I did nothing.”
“Bullshit! Alfred and I are happily together you did something to change that!” Arthur said.
“I did not realize my own feelings towards Alfred until well after you and him broke up.” Ivan said.
The glare did not retreat. “Then why? Why the hell do we break up?”
‘Because he caught you cheating on him with France.’ Ivan thought.
“If there is nothing else England then please excuse me. I wish to see my husband and children.” Ivan said pushing past England.
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Alfred looked over his shoulder and grinned as Ivan walked into the kitchen.
“Good morning otets!” the children said from their place at the table.
Ivan smiled at the kids and walked to Alfred and put his arms around his waist from behind as he cooked.
America gagged behind them and Russias eyes narrowed at the sight. The children giggled.
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Russia, America, RussiaxAmerica, Cold War!Russia, Cold War!America,
Rating: T ...I think.
Warnings: Um...Ivan and Alfred are kissing here but nothing explict happens.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: An Alfred and Ivan in the future who are in a loving relationship are blasted to the past during the Cold War where Alfred wakes up in Ivan of the Cold Wars bed and Ivan wakes up in Alfreds of the Cold Wars bed.
Alfred woke up with the sun in his eyes, Ivans arm around his chest, and a small sense of fulfillment.
Then it was ruined by the pain in his ass.
He mentally groaned as he shifted in the bed and the sharp pain coursed through him.
Cursing silently he vowed never to have sex with Ivan again without at least some sort of lube.
Although the pain was somewhat worth last night.
He was aware of a chuckling in his ear and then someone kissing it.
“Are you alright?” Ivan asked.
Alfred grinned and said “Yeah I‘m fine. Just a bit sore.”
Ivan chuckled. “My apologizes.” he said before climbing on top of Alfred and kissing him.
Alfred returned the kiss entwining his hands in Ivans hair as he did.
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Emily walked around the house enwrapped in a blanket. She stopped at random walls containing pictures and looked at them for a moment before continuing on.
She gave a passing glance at the appliances and books on the shelves. Where the furniture was and how they were angled. Figurines and the occasional toy.
Some was the same and everything else was different. Even the ones that were the same didn’t feel like the ones back home. The room she and Alex slept in wasn’t theirs. Back home she and Alex had their own rooms and they were decorated the way they wanted.
It all felt…different. Not theirs. Even papa and otets were different. They hated each other.
The first time she saw America and Russia glare at one another she wanted to cry. Alex hid behind her and she could feel that he was almost crying. Thankfully papa and otets came to them and to comfort them. Emily could see that it was also discerning for them to watch their past selves.
She turned a corner and to the truth of her thoughts there were America, and standing next to him was England, and Russia watching the other.
England was the first to notice her.
“Isn’t a bit too early for you to be up?” he asked her bringing Americas and Russias attention on her.
Emily shook her head. “I don’t sleep so I‘m usually the first one down.”
America blinked in surprise. “You…don’t sleep?”
Emily shook her head. “Not a single night since I was born.”
Uncomfortable with their gazes Emily pulled the blanket tighter against her.
“Are you hungry, I could make something.” England said.
Emily quickly shook her head, ignoring her rumbling stomach. “I‘m not hungry.”
“Emily.” a voice called.
Turning to the door they saw Alex walking towards Emily.
Emily opened her blanket that was wrapped around her body and Alex came into it, Emily closed the blanket over them. Unseen to the others Emily put her arms around Alex who was in front of her.
America closed his eyes and turned away from the children while Russia merely looked out the window.
Emily was watching Russia with a curious look on her face. “You…you don’t like us do you Mr. Russia?” she asked.
Russia looked surprised at what she said before nodding. “No I don’t. You symbolize something that could never happen and would never happen.”
Alex shook his head. “If it was never going to happen then we wouldn’t exist.”
“Not true. We‘re the personifications of existing states Al. papa and otets wouldn’t be married if it never happened.” Emily corrected.
Alex licked his upper lip and snuggled closer to Emily in response.
Alfred came into the kitchen then stretching his arms. And was he limping?
He smiled at Emily and Alex and gave a nod to the other three. “Good morning.”
“Good morning papa.” Emily and Alex said together.
He then walked to the refrigerator. “I‘ll make something for breakfast.”
“I already asked. They aren’t hungry.” England said.
Alfred looked at him incredulously before looking at his children. “Are you kidding me? They’re like black holes. Are you guys hungry?” he asked uncertainly.
Emily and Alex nodded which made England sputter.
Alfred nodded. “Breakfast then.”
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England was pissed as he stalked through Americas house in search of a certain Russian.
None of this made sense. Russia and America getting together? Disregarding all the hatred and war between them. It didn’t matter how many years passed between the end of the Cold War and the time they had gotten married, England was sure that America would never fall in love with his greatest enemy.
At least not when America had him.
Finally he found the person he was looking for. Russia from the future.
Ivan glanced over his shoulder to see his guest. “Hello England. Is there something I can do for you?” he asked.
“Yes there is something I want to know about the future.” England said.
Ivan shook his head. “I don’t think we should tell anymore events that will happen.”
“This isn’t an event like that. I want to know about me and America.”
Ivan raised an eyebrow as he pulled a shirt on, for a moment the scarf shifted to show the scars on his neck which England’s eyes lingered over. “I believe I can guess what your question will be then. And I will not answer.”
England slammed his hand against the door behind him. “Why the hell not! I want to know!” England yelled glaring at him.
Ivan shook his head. “If I tell you then we might not get together. I do not wish that.”
“No I want to know! Why the bloody hell does Alfred and myself break up in the future? You did something didn’t you!” Arthur yelled.
Ivan looked at him coolly. “I assure you I did nothing.”
“Bullshit! Alfred and I are happily together you did something to change that!” Arthur said.
“I did not realize my own feelings towards Alfred until well after you and him broke up.” Ivan said.
The glare did not retreat. “Then why? Why the hell do we break up?”
‘Because he caught you cheating on him with France.’ Ivan thought.
“If there is nothing else England then please excuse me. I wish to see my husband and children.” Ivan said pushing past England.
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Alfred looked over his shoulder and grinned as Ivan walked into the kitchen.
“Good morning otets!” the children said from their place at the table.
Ivan smiled at the kids and walked to Alfred and put his arms around his waist from behind as he cooked.
America gagged behind them and Russias eyes narrowed at the sight. The children giggled.