hetalia America fanfic (Forever On Hiatus)

I Declare War! (America x Russia??)

~Hey guys! Please excuse my really slopping writing style, or whatever.. If you hate this ship, then comment for a different one! Have fun reading part 1 ~Lara :D
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"Are you kidding me?!" America yelled, frantically pacing the room before sitting back down in the office chair.
"Im sorry alfred, but that's what has to be done." A russian man with plain features, wearing a long coat and scarf, mumbled.
"I know, i know, but why does it have to be Arthur? I mean he hasn't done anything for years!" Alfred yelled.
"Alfred, chill. You know that is the very reason why we have to launch the attack. You know that this is the best thing we can do for now to ensure your safety. "

Alfred rises from his chair and leaves the room. He stands in the hallway outside of the oval office and cries. His face turns a flushed red as warm tears roll down his cheeks as he slides down the wall and hits the ground. He begins curling himself into a ball, hiding his face. The man enters the hallway and kneels down beside Alfred.
"I know this hurts, but its either him or me and, personally, I like myself better." He laughs. "Ya know, you always say you're the hero so you need to stand up for what you think is important. Do it for us, Alfred." The man puts his right hand on Alfred's back and pulls him into a hug.

"I don't know if I can, Ivan. I mean Arthur is everyth-"
"You know that i'd do anything for you Alfred.. because...." he interrupted.
Alfred breaks away from Ivan's tight hug, and looks at Ivan, his own eyes shining a vibrant blue.

Ivan stands up, his bright purple eyes absorbing the vast amount of sunlight pouring in from the windows. He gives a gentle, yet sadistic smile. Alfred blushes deeply and turns away.
Another, yet younger, gentleman rushes into pass them, but turns, "ah, there you are Al! The president has called for you to attend a meeting." He says. Alfred quickly runs to and follows the gentleman. "I'll see ya later, Ivan!" He yells over his shoulder. Ivan looks down, "maybe..."

Alfred walks into the meeting room, and all eyes turn to him as he takes his seat at the opposite side of the table at which the president sits. The presidents voice booms throughout the room, " so glad you were able to make it" he said mockingly, " have you come to a decision on what you wish to do? I was thinking we team up with Britain to-"
"No!" Alfred interrupts, "we've made an alliance with Ivan. I know that he isn't the best ally, but he means well at heart.

The president, stunned, stares at Alfred, who is starting to look suddenly unbalanced.
"Alfred, are you okay? You look a little... Off...."
"I-i'm fine.." Alfred mumbles, swaying gently side to side, his vision becoming blurrier by the second. He coughs violently and looks down to his palm he sees blood and begins to fall out of his chair. He hits the ground with a gruesome thud. The president and other chairmen run out of the room for a doctor, as Alfred lay on the ground unconscious.