There is Only Room for One

Chapter 1

A/N: Remember my beautiful readers the first chapter was taken from Archive of Our Own and belongs to VKDrabs.

"You two need to stop shouting during the meetings," Arthur scolded in a haughty, snobby, I'm-much-more-mature-than-you sort of way, making Alfred's nose flare in irritation. Everything about the youthful alpha was on edge, he could never sit still and was quick to anger, like a time bomb just itching to race towards an explosive end. Alfred's paper cup crumpled in his death grip, his glare so intense even Arthur couldn't help but try to inch away from him.

"He just pisses me off!" Alfred snarled and slammed the now-useless cup into the trashcan he and England had passed on their way to the break room, growling like an angry dog as he replayed the events in the meeting through his head. He shook with righteous anger, hands clenched into sweaty fists. "I'm so fucking done with that bastard...!"

"Oh, shut up," the European nation huffed, struggling valiantly to not be intimidated by Alfred's fierce aura of domination, his beta instincts telling him to bow his head, tuck tail, and respect the alpha who strut ahead of him. "If you keep butting heads like this, you're only going to cause trouble for the rest of us! We don't need another war after the one we just finished fighting!"

"You think I don't know that?" Alfred grumbled and then pinched his temples hard, grunting and just breathing deeply, in and out, trying to reel himself back in. Had to keep it together, had to be cool... Had to show that stupid communist bastard that he was better than Ivan in every way possible. "Give me a few minutes. No, wait, just cancel the rest of the meeting. I'm not going to sit through any more of that fucker's shit."

"Alfred-"

"Just leave me alone!" Alfred snapped and threw a punch into the wall, a deep hole denting the drywall as he glared over his shoulder at the other nation. England practically blinked out of existence what with how fast he made himself scarce in the wake of his violent outburst. The alpha in question watched him disappear before retracting his arm, fingers ghosting over his bruising knuckles as he took a moment to relax, glad to finally have a few moments to himself. His hand stung, and it was annoying enough to make Alfred give in an head to the bathroom to wash off.

Letting the cold water pouring over his hands clean away the minimal blood, Alfred mentally tuned out, feeling secure and alone in the empty bathroom, letting himself relax to the sounds of rushing water. It soothed him, calmed his heart down, cleared his head long enough to remember that the snarling heat of a fight just waiting to happen would do nothing to help the current state of affairs. He had to remember that if he wanted to be top alpha, he couldn't just fight Ivan. He would have to earn the trust of the beta and omega nations, and prove himself to the others alphas.

Yes, he would have to be patient. Cool. Collected. He had to prove that he was the hero the world needed and that he would have the power to save them all from that wretched alpha Ivan...

"Mmm," Ivan purred as he draped himself against Alfred's back, wrapping his strong arms around the zoned out alpha to grab him in a tight hug. The alpha startled and jerked backwards, trying to headbutt Ivan in the chin when the older nation surprised him, but it was too late. Russia held him firmly, his muscled arms bulging under his thick coat as Alfred shouted and wrestled violently with him, every sense on high alert as he tried to free himself. "So this is where you have been hiding, little one!"

"I'm not fucking little, you sick fuck!" Alfred screamed and stomped cruelly on Ivan's foot, digging his heel down until the older man relented, releasing Alfred if only to reveal he had cornered him in the farthest corner away from the door. Russia tilted his head and smiled, letting his dominant influence out without any restrictions, imposing his presence on Alfred.