[Thread] Russian boy готов играть за American dream.

[cooperate]

Who: Russia, Yaha, America, and England eventually.
Where: Elysium, America's prison cell.
When: The morning after this nonsense and this phone call.
Summary: America's been naughty and Yaha thinks he needs a spanking. Or maybe brutal torture... This calls for Russia.
Rating: We'll start at R and go from there.
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[icanhazfreedom]

Alfred had been waiting for this moment. He hadn't been able to sleep, mind too fevered with dreams of escape. The guards had locked the door on him but he knew that Yaha would have to open it for him - and in doing so, provide his way out. And it would give him a chance to finally punch out the blond man.

So the second the door opened he lunged to his feet and darted at the other, extending one fist as a starting punch, aimed directly for the man's face. He didn't bother with words - the cocky grin on his face said everything he needed to say. However, he entirely failed to notice the man behind Yaha.

[cooperate]

Even as Yaha entered first, Ivan was close behind and immediately surveying the room over Yaha's shoulder. Given that Alfred had been acting up, he expected something like this. His teeth flashed in a grin as he spotted the smaller nation rushing forward. And close as he was, it was easy to reach around Yaha. His large hand seized Alfred's fist two inches from Yaha's lovely face and threw him backwards easily.

"Alfred!" his voice rang out. Rather than sounding angry, he was practically singing. "It has been so long since we've seen each other! You could at least say hello to me first." He stepped around, laying a hand on Yaha's shoulder just in case he was feeling shaken-- or just because-- and smiled down at the American.

[i_see_unicorns]

Arthur hadn't left his room in some time, except for tea and other essentials. His fairies seemed to fall ill, their lights flickering worringly for a time. He'd sat with them and chanted his belief until they began to glow as brilliantly as ever again, shaking what could have been a terrible crisis. Neo Genesis was terrible enough as it was, if he didn't have his fairies...

But their recovery was tempered by what he'd learned as he looked to the outside again, Greece was gone. He'd heard the scream and it had sent a chill down him, it felt familiar...

The door opened.

Arthur's thick brows raised and then quickly came together in a dark glower at Yaha's presence, the gun bothered him less. He knew it wasn't likely to kill him... or at least he hoped not. He opened his mouth to command the copper to leave when he was cut off by those words... Kill Alfred, it sent a spike of fear through him past all the denial of his affection for the younger nation

[i_see_unicorns]

"America is always causing trouble." He said dully, his real name being used purposefully as he watched the policeman advance. "Your government should learn more tolerance." Arthur knew America well enough to know a lot of it was just bluster to keep himself in good spirits.

It took a lot of self restraint to stand still as the officer's hand touched his cheek, his only visible reaction was a slight tensing. He wouldn't give Yaha the satisfaction of punishing him if he were to try and push him back.

The blonde closed his eyes for a moment at the last sentence. No, he definately would not. Rebellious brat Alfred may be, but Arthur had put too much into raising him to see him fall like that. And they would make him watch, they were barbarian enough for that. He felt uneasy but cornered as he replied, "Very well."

[cooperate]

Villain? Was he a villain? Ivan certainly didn't see himself that way. He wanted to take care of everyone. It wasn't his fault that they resisted and pushed him to such extremes. If only they would accept his love and protection instead of fighting... In this, he sympathized with NeoGenesis.

The door opened and Ivan looked over, the smile returning to his lips. He reached down, clamped a hand on Alfred's shoulder, and forced him up into a kneeling position. "Look, look," he said, grabbing Alfred's chin to direct his blind eyes toward the doorway. "Your papa has arrived."

[i_see_unicorns]

Good Lord...

His surprise couldn't be hid as his eyes alighted on him. "Russia..." It all suddenly made sense, Yaha's knowledge of his and Alfred's relationship and this plan... no one else could have come up with something this devilish. Arthur gripped the stick tighter, Russia was aginst them,it was like trying to run up an escalator. "You're getting predictable." He said, referring to Russia's alliance with the city.

Arthur looked down at Alfred and barely contained a wince, it didn't look like Alfred could take anymore beating. But then that wasn't the point was it? They wanted to break him, to have his supposed ally hurt him as his enemies did, it all lay clear ahead of him now. "Restraint is a virtue."

[icanhazfreedom]

"E-England?" Alfred stared at the blur that he knew all too well, looking horrified at last. No. The last thing he wanted was for Arthur to see him like this, see him failing, see him doing anything than being a hero. And if they tried to hurt Arthur now... there was nothing he could do about it. Not restrained and dazed.

He broke his gaze at last, glaring up at Russia instead. "Why are you dragging him into this?! I'm the one who made the plans! He's not involved! Let him go back now!"

[i_see_unicorns]

"Sometimes I wonder how you can spout any of that with a straight face." He said coldly, "Then I remember that you're a prick." He was done with cool politeness, he felt sickened by what had happened and was only barely stopping himself from punching Yaha in the face.

"You know he won't." Alfred was Alfred, he had to recover. Arthur would make sure of it, he had to make up for what he had done.

[i_see_unicorns]

That was too much, those lips and the salty taste of tears and coppery blood, it made him balk. To think that was Alfred's pain he was tasting.. he supposed he might deserve it in a way, but on the other hand. He balled his fist and smashed it into the side of Yaha's face, shoving him backwards violently.

"I believe, I told you not to touch me."

[cooperate]

"There is a song, isn't there?" Ivan murmured, pretending to ignore the glare that was directed at him although there wasn't any way he could truly dismiss it. It excited him so much to see it. "Someone wrote a song for your beauty. How did it go..?"

He turned his eyes up thoughtfully, as if he couldn't recall the words. But he did know them. He listened to America's songs on the radio even when he wasn't supposed to. "O beautiful, for pilgrim feet, whose stern, impassioned stress a thoroughfare for freedom beat across the wilderness," he sang gently in his soft voice, fingers reaching to brush back a few bloody strands of hair from Alfred's forehead. "America, America... God mend thine every flaw; Confirm thy soul in self control, thy liberty in... law."

[icanhazfreedom]

For a moment Alfred hesitated, but slowly he began to sing along, his voice cracked and weak but still carrying the tune. "O beautiful for heroes proved in liberating strife, who more than self their country loved, and mercy more than life..."

He had always thought of himself as the hero. But now he had faced strife and failed. Had he lost his role? Was it the end?

[cooperate]

Ivan still held the nightstick he'd taken from Arthur, and now he raised it. Not to hit, but to nudge Alfred's cheek. He turned his head slowly with it, looking at the damage that all of them had done. And he sighed, very sadly. "It did not have to be like this," he murmured when Alfred's sweet verse came to an end. "You forced his hand. Again and again you force us all to hurt you. And what is the reason?"

He set the weapon down and reached to gather the American's broken body into his arms. "Maybe you think I hate you," he uttered as he drew Alfred up to his chest, "but we do this because we care. I do this... because I care. I do not hate you, and I would never, never want to lose you. Do you understand me?"

[icanhazfreedom]

"I... j-just wanted freedom. For my friends. For my people," Alfred murmured, not even trying to fight as the other pulled him close. "I didn't want anyone to get hurt."

"I don't... don't believe you, though." He looked away, closing his eyes again. "I would never do what you've done to s-somebody I cared about."