My American Oneshot Book

Oneshot 43

Just a random storyline I came up with

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TRIGGERS - RAPE (NOT WRITTEN BUT HEAVILY IMPLIED)

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America and Russia were walking in the park, their hands intertwined as the spring air filled their lungs. The two had been secretly dating for close to a decade now and were honestly so happy together. The sunny sky was clear of any clouds and the breeze provided them with comfort. The two got to their favorite spot in a forgotten and secluded part of the park, in a white pavilion that had rose vines all over it. Today was their ten year anniversary, so Alfred planned on making it special. However, while Alfred talked to Ivan about little nothings, Ivan's head was elsewhere.

You see, Ivan had gotten involved in the Bratva. He knew that it wasn't a good idea but he didn't mean to. He witnessed something he shouldn't have and despite Russia being his scary self, the Bratva showed no fear to him. They forced him to break his back on missions until his loyalties were affirmed, but Ivan was bossed around only by General Winter. When he turned the small squadron into authorities, the leader looked at him with a fury no human should possess. He vowed to destroy him and everything he loved, which meant Ivan often looked over his shoulder. He didn't want his Alfred to be caught in the middle of all his syndicate drama.

He would soon come to regret keeping it a secret, as their relationship lasted, unlike his previous ones. He loved Alfred more than the world, but he knew that he needed to end it. After ten years of trying, Ivan could never find the nerve. 

He really loved America so much.

But standing there in their normal spot, Ivan was finally going to do it. He was going to cut romantic ties with his beloved, to save his life.

"Russia, is everything ok my snowflake?" America asked curiously as he brushed Russia's hand. Ivan looked at Alfred and saw how the sun made him glow like an angel, he hated that he needed to do this. Ivan took a deep breath and gulped, nodding to his lover.

"Da, I am fine Fredka," Ivan replied with a bitter smile. 

"I need to tell you-" Ivan began.
"I wanted to ask-" Alfred said at the same time.

Alfred giggled and then gestured for Ivan to talk.

"Go ahead big guy, you first," Alfred smiled softly as he fiddled with his coat pocket. Ivan took another breath and looked Alfred right in the eyes.

"We need to break up," he said sternly. Alfred stopped messing with his pocket and his face dropped.

"W-what?"

"Alfred, it isn't you, da? It is me,"

"Don't give me that bullshit, Ivan!" Alfred yelled, "something must have happened! I know you don't want to do this to me, Ivan! I know you love me!"

"Fredka, I am sorry. But I am doing this for your own good," Ivan blinked back his tears just as Alfred let his flow down his cheeks. He violently dug into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box, slamming in on the railing.

"Fuck you Russia! After a decade you're really doing this shit?! Fuck you!!!" Alfred ran off quickly, crying into his arm and disappearing from sight. Ivan finally let his tears fall as he collapsed to his knees. Ivan's cries were quiet and mostly muffled by his large hands. He cried for what felt like 100 hours, but in reality, it was actually only three. Ivan finally got his crying to a sniffle, picking up the box Alfred left behind. He opened it up and saw a beautiful yellow gold ring with an engraving on the inner side.