APH Fic Through Time chapter 3
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: None?
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.
Emily B. Jones looked around once more holding back a whimper.
She had no idea where they were.
Beside her was her younger brother Alexander J. Braginsky sleeping soundly still.
She had no idea what was going on. One moment she was walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water with her blanket around her and the next she and her brother had appeared in the middle of nowhere.
A very cold nowhere.
Emily wrapped her arms around her body in an effort to conserve heat. The makeshift fire she had made kept the worst of the cold away from the cave they had appeared in.
Alex started to wake up, his blue eyes blinking. He sat up, the blanket falling off of him, and looked around.
And then he started to cry.
Emily immediately sat beside him and put her arms around him. She might be just as scared as him but she was the elder, even if it was by a year, and she had a duty to protect and comfort the younger sibling.
Even if she wanted to cry as well.
While she herself looked to be about six years old she was in reality fifteen. She had been born fifteen years ago and one year later her brother had followed, though he looked to be five years old.
Alex continued to cry despite her attempts at calming him and soon her eyes began to fill with tears.
“Alex. Please stop crying. Please. You’re…you're going to make me start too.” she said, the tears starting to fall.
Soon the two of them were crying and holding one another. “Papa. Otets. [father]” they cried out.
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Alfred ducked as Russia threw another vase at him. How many did he have in his room?
“Lies!” he was nearly screaming.
“It‘s not a lie!” Alfred insisted.
In response Russia threw a knife that narrowly missed his head. He was starting to get closer to where it counted.
The door suddenly opened which distracted the both of them. In the doorway was Ukraine, Belarus, and the Baltic States looking in the room worried.
Belarus’ eyes narrowed at the sight of Alfred. “What do you think you are doing in my brothers room?!”
Before he could answer the phone started to ring.
Russia walked over to the stand and picked it up. “Alo?” he said into the receiver.
A somewhat familiar voice rang out through the phone audible even to Alfred who stood six feet away.
“Yo commie bastard. This is going to sound like a weird question but is there someone over at your house that looks like me?”
Russia looked over to where Alfred stood. Alfred raised an eyebrow and smiled.
“…yes there is America.” Russia said.
There was silence on the other end of the phone until they heard him say “Son of a bitch was right.”
“America?” Russia asked into the phone.
“Let me speak with…my other self.” Alfred said.
Sighing Russia held the phone out to Alfred who took it apprehensively. “Hello?”
“So it is true.” Alfred heard…himself say.
He closed his eyes and said “Yep. Hey. Is the other Ivan there?”
“Yes. Unfortunately.”
Alfred frowned before asking “Put him on?”
There was a slight scuffle before Alfred heard a wonderfully familiar voice say “Alfred?”
“Ivan.” he said, feeling a smile on his face and his posture relaxing. “Are you okay?”
“I am more worried about you Alfred. Knowing my past self your morning was bound to more interesting than mine.”
Alfred rubbed his neck where Russia had grabbed it. “Something like that.”
“Alfred?”
“Yeah?”
“What I ask next of you please do not get worried, or scared, or in any other emotion that you tend to get into.”
“Alright. I‘ll try.”
“Alfred…are the children with you? Because they are not here.”
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There was silence on the phone that Ivan was holding and he was starting to get worried.
“Alfred?” he asked into the phone.
“You don’t…know where…the kids are!” Alfred screamed.
Ivan nearly flinched. This was what he was worried about.
“Alfred please. Calm down.” he said.
“Calm down? Calm down! We don’t know where the kids are and you want me to calm down?”
“What kids?” America asked.
Ivan ignored him and said “Please Alfred you need to calm down so we can figure out where they are.”
“I‘M COMPLETELY CALM!”
Ivan flinched at the yell. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked the question. But he needed to know, and was hoping, if the kids were at his old house.
Alfred took a deep breath and said “They know how to fight.”
Ivan nodded even though he knew that Alfred couldn’t see him. “Yes we taught them to fight and defend. They will be fine.”
The ‘I hope’ was clear.
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Russia, America, RussiaxAmerica, Cold War!Russia, Cold War!America
Rating: T ...I think.
Warnings: None?
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.
Emily B. Jones looked around once more holding back a whimper.
She had no idea where they were.
Beside her was her younger brother Alexander J. Braginsky sleeping soundly still.
She had no idea what was going on. One moment she was walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water with her blanket around her and the next she and her brother had appeared in the middle of nowhere.
A very cold nowhere.
Emily wrapped her arms around her body in an effort to conserve heat. The makeshift fire she had made kept the worst of the cold away from the cave they had appeared in.
Alex started to wake up, his blue eyes blinking. He sat up, the blanket falling off of him, and looked around.
And then he started to cry.
Emily immediately sat beside him and put her arms around him. She might be just as scared as him but she was the elder, even if it was by a year, and she had a duty to protect and comfort the younger sibling.
Even if she wanted to cry as well.
While she herself looked to be about six years old she was in reality fifteen. She had been born fifteen years ago and one year later her brother had followed, though he looked to be five years old.
Alex continued to cry despite her attempts at calming him and soon her eyes began to fill with tears.
“Alex. Please stop crying. Please. You’re…you're going to make me start too.” she said, the tears starting to fall.
Soon the two of them were crying and holding one another. “Papa. Otets. [father]” they cried out.
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Alfred ducked as Russia threw another vase at him. How many did he have in his room?
“Lies!” he was nearly screaming.
“It‘s not a lie!” Alfred insisted.
In response Russia threw a knife that narrowly missed his head. He was starting to get closer to where it counted.
The door suddenly opened which distracted the both of them. In the doorway was Ukraine, Belarus, and the Baltic States looking in the room worried.
Belarus’ eyes narrowed at the sight of Alfred. “What do you think you are doing in my brothers room?!”
Before he could answer the phone started to ring.
Russia walked over to the stand and picked it up. “Alo?” he said into the receiver.
A somewhat familiar voice rang out through the phone audible even to Alfred who stood six feet away.
“Yo commie bastard. This is going to sound like a weird question but is there someone over at your house that looks like me?”
Russia looked over to where Alfred stood. Alfred raised an eyebrow and smiled.
“…yes there is America.” Russia said.
There was silence on the other end of the phone until they heard him say “Son of a bitch was right.”
“America?” Russia asked into the phone.
“Let me speak with…my other self.” Alfred said.
Sighing Russia held the phone out to Alfred who took it apprehensively. “Hello?”
“So it is true.” Alfred heard…himself say.
He closed his eyes and said “Yep. Hey. Is the other Ivan there?”
“Yes. Unfortunately.”
Alfred frowned before asking “Put him on?”
There was a slight scuffle before Alfred heard a wonderfully familiar voice say “Alfred?”
“Ivan.” he said, feeling a smile on his face and his posture relaxing. “Are you okay?”
“I am more worried about you Alfred. Knowing my past self your morning was bound to more interesting than mine.”
Alfred rubbed his neck where Russia had grabbed it. “Something like that.”
“Alfred?”
“Yeah?”
“What I ask next of you please do not get worried, or scared, or in any other emotion that you tend to get into.”
“Alright. I‘ll try.”
“Alfred…are the children with you? Because they are not here.”
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There was silence on the phone that Ivan was holding and he was starting to get worried.
“Alfred?” he asked into the phone.
“You don’t…know where…the kids are!” Alfred screamed.
Ivan nearly flinched. This was what he was worried about.
“Alfred please. Calm down.” he said.
“Calm down? Calm down! We don’t know where the kids are and you want me to calm down?”
“What kids?” America asked.
Ivan ignored him and said “Please Alfred you need to calm down so we can figure out where they are.”
“I‘M COMPLETELY CALM!”
Ivan flinched at the yell. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked the question. But he needed to know, and was hoping, if the kids were at his old house.
Alfred took a deep breath and said “They know how to fight.”
Ivan nodded even though he knew that Alfred couldn’t see him. “Yes we taught them to fight and defend. They will be fine.”
The ‘I hope’ was clear.