Back To War

Chapter Sixteen

Alfred widened his eyes again then looked around. Unfortunately this did look very familiar. Alfred frowned. He looked behind him and the building was gone. Just vast empty fields. He looked in front of himself to see the same thing. Then down at himself. His hands were covered in blood and he was younger. Early teens maybe 12-13 at most. Alfred looked around, fearing what was gonna happen next.

Ivan growled and ran faster. He could feel the fear radiating through the hallway. "Fredka! Think of me! Think of sunflowers!"

Alfred looked around again. Where was the Russian. He wanted out of there before he began to believe the nightmare was real and not just a memory and a dream. He held onto his head and sat down. The American then saw some shadows creep across the fields towards him. That's how it always was. Never faces, just shadows in human shapes. He stood up and backed away. "Ivan...."

Ivan gritted his teeth and skidded to a stop as he saw the American leaning against the wall with a dark form surrounding him. He panted as he looked at him. "Fredka....." he walked over and knelt down next to him. "Fredka.....I need you to think of something happy....."

Victor sighed as he walked over and pulled the darkness away from the American. 'Course you would try non violence....'

Alfred looked at Ivan then back down at the ground, shaking his head. "I can't...not with this. There's nothing happy about this day in my history!" he looked out towards the field. "Such an awful day yet a very vital one to starting my fight for freedom.....my independence......"

"Then fight for your independence. Not just in your dream.....but for your right to be happy. Fredka.....you are the only person really to keep this broken doll moving...." Ivan looked at Victor as he was holding the darkness close. "Arthur might not know a way to get rid of dark halves......even I don't......but it's times like these when you need to fight." He looked back at the American and took his hand. "Please Fredka......don't fight unless you have to. Like we promised. You take what I give you......and I'll take what you give me."

"..." he sat there quietly. Then looked up when he heard his other half laughing. "You can't escape this for forever, Doll~. You will eventually fail to hold me back and they won't be able to help you." he pointed at Ivan and Victor. The other grabbed Alfred by the wrist and dragged him until Alfred stood up. "Remember how no one was there for you after what England had done to you? How no one believed you when you did tell them? They called you a liar. Even Prussia didn't really believe you and he was the one to train you to fight..." Alfred frowned. "Now why would anyone want you? A stupid arrogant MORON who is running his country into the ground?"

"I'm not stupid."

"Hmm? Oh yes you are."

"No I'm not!" the other male growled and slammed Alfred to the ground by his neck. "I will make you have a nightmare and you will hate it." the dark male looked towards Ivan then smirked. "You love the Russian......how would you feel if he did to you the same thing England did, hmm?"

Ivan looked down. His hair hiding his eyes.

Victor shook his head. 'Shouldn't have made Ivan mad.....' he dissappeared as Ivan stood up. His clothes changing to his military uniform from his Soviet days.

The dark male stood up, his foot pressing against Alfred's throat. "Well well. That's something I hadn't seen in such a long time."

Soviet turned towards them. "Pust' idet, Allen. (Let him go, Allen.)" His hair and hat still hiding his eyes.

"How about no. You got your own mess to torment. I got mine. Why do you care anyways?"

Soviet moved his head slightly to look at him. His eye that was showing through the ash-blonde hair was a deep blood red. "On soglasilsya s tem, chtoby pozvolit' mne vzyat' nekotoryye iz yego mechty i prevratit' ikh v koshmarakh. YA ne monstr, chto lyudi delayut iz menya. (He agreed to let me take some of his dreams and turn them into nightmares. I am not the monster that people make me out to be.)" He raised his hand towards Allen. "YA ne zastavlyayu ikh koshmary. Teper' otpustit' mal'chika. (I don't force their nightmares. Now let the boy go.)"

"To be fair, this is Alfred's head we are in. You can't tell me to do shit. Being unconscious is one thing. Dreaming is something else entirely."

Soviet smirked. "Fredka. Do you wish to be done with nightmares for a few weeks?" His English had taken a thicker Russian accent. He looked at the American under Allen's foot. For what he was about to do he wanted the concent of the one he was visiting.

Alfred nodded. Why would that even be a question? He wanted to sleep peacefully for once.

Soviet smirked. "Have fun with Vanya then." He waved his hand and Alfred was gone. "Teper' Allen. Chto ty skazal? (Now Allen. What were you saying?)"

"You only offered a temporary solution. Don't bother me any." he smirked. "Alfred is still my broken little doll. Regardless of how much you or Ivan try to help him."

Soviet smirked. He walked towards him. Ice and snow started to form where Soviet stepped. "Da. No ya dumayu, chto yemu nuzhno otdokhnut' ot koshmarov. Tak..... (Yes. But I think he needs a rest from the nightmares. So.....)" He walked straight in front of Allen. "Davayte konkurs. Vo-pervykh, chtoby dat' svoyu vtoruyu polovinku koshmarov proigryvayut. Eto oznachayet, chto my dolzhny byli by byt' drugim rabom v techeniye mesyatsa. (Let's have a contest. First to give their other half nightmares loses. Meaning that we would have to be the others slave for a month.)"

"And what if we happen to give them nightmares at the same time?" Allen crossed his arms. It wasn't like he constantly gave Alfred nightmares. Sometimes that happened on its own.

Soviet smirked. "Togda my idem yeshche odin mesyats. (Then we go another month.)"

He smirked. "Fair enough. And if we don't cause the nightmare but they have one anyways?"

Soviet sighed. "My po-prezhnemu mesyats nas ne meshaya. Ubedivshis', chtoby pokryt' vashi dragotsennyye zadnitsu? (We continue the month of us not interfering. Making sure to cover your precious ass?)" He crossed his arms and smirked as he took a step closer.

"Nah. Just making sure the ground rules are set so we both are aware of what is expected." he frowned and stepped back. "Besides. I thought you didn't like 'Fredka'" he chuckled slightly. "Becoming a softie because Ivan found someone to love, hmm?"

Soviet chuckled and stepped closer. "Da. YA nenavizhu yego. No ya nenavizhu khuliganov bol'she. (Yes. I do hate him. But I hate bullies more.)" He smirked as Allen's back hit the wall.

"Of course. You didn't use to hate him. I remember that very clearly~ but you know how things are. Ideals change. His bosses made him hate you just like yours made you hate him. Yet no matter what happens you two will always be connected. Because you gave him a piece of your land after his civil war."

Soviet smirked and placed his hands on either side of Allen's head. "Da. I will always have a soft spot for him. But it is nothing like Vanya's love for Fredka." He trapped Allen between the wall and him.

"Clearly. Or you'd have done worse than you are going to. I know you, unfortunately. It's why you speak in Russian because you know I understand what you're saying." he stared at the Russian. He was silent for a few minutes. "But regardless of what happens from now on, I'm never gonna leave Alfred alone. Not as long as what made me appear is still prevalent in his country."

Soviet smirked. "Fair enough." He leaned in close. "But be warned. When Vanya and Fredka are asleep, I can easily come visit you."

"I'm aware." he smirked. "I just can't visit you because unlike you, I'm not a complete separate being inside Alfred's head."

Soviet smirked and kissed him quickly. "Until we meet again then."

Allen frowned and wiped off his face. "Yeah yeah. What ever you say."

Soviet chuckled. "Let Fredka wake. We will start our contest when they fall asleep next."

"Of course. What I do next does not count since scaring him awake works the best."