((Okay this one's sad. So sorry I just felt the need to kinda do an angsty one shot.

WARNINGS: May be triggering, there's gonna be blood, has a happy ending so not 100% angst.))

"Fredka..."

"Seriously Alfred, this joke isn't funny anymore."

"I don't like the quiet game, please talk to me."

Ivan was currently sitting on a chair in Alfred's hospital room. America's economy was almost completely destroyed, leading to an all out anarchy. Because of this, Alfred couldn't take it anymore.

~*~*~Flashback~*~*~

"Fredka please don't do this!" Ivan yelled through the locked bathroom door.

"Oh and why not?" came the reply from the other side, "My economy is gone, no one needs America anymore! I would rather die from my own hands then by fading away when my country falls!"

"Plus," Alfred continued, a bit sadder, "no one will miss the fat, annoying American."

Ivan didn't have his usual smile, he have a worried frown instead, and tears running down his face. "I'll miss the American. Ivan will miss his little Fredka..." he whispered, putting his hand on the door.

No reply came. Ivan yelled, and still no reply. The Russian got worried, so worried that he kicked the door down.

As he did, he was met with a bloody Alfred. Cuts littered the American's arms. Not only that, but he had taken a bottle of sleeping pills as well.

"Fredka..." Ivan whispered. "Alfred!" he yelled, realizing exactly how serious this all was, "Don't leave me! Я люблю тебя!"

He scooped up Alfred, tears flowing even heavier doen his face. Ivan ran out of the house, running to the nearest hospital.

~*~*~Flashback over~*~*~

"I don't like the quiet," Ivan whispered, hair covering his eyes and tears started falling again. "I like it when you talk to me, and when you would yell at the meetings."

The Russian looked up and intertwined his fingers with Alfred's, quickly looking down again. "I loved you, you know. I really did. You made my ice heart melt... Fredka."

Ivan felt a stirring, marking him look up. His violet eyes widened aa they met Alfred's blue one's.

"Ivan..." he mumbled, shocked at the fact that Ivan was holding his hand.

The Russian jumped up, running to the door, "H-he woke up! Приходите быстро, он проснулся!"

"Oh, Мой маленький Fredka!" Ivan said happily, hugging Alfred.

Alfred hesitantly hugged back, a small smile on his face. They stayed like that until the doctors came in. Ivan sat back in his chair, awaiting what would happen next.

After a few tests and a day of resting, Ivan and Alfred were going on a walk in the park.

"You scared me Fredka," the Russian said, a small smile on his face, "I thought you were going to leave me."

"I'm kinda glad I didn't die," Al repsonded, a pink tint on his cheeks.

The taller was a bit taken aback by the color on the American's cheeks. "And why's that?"

"I would have left the man I love alone," with those words, Alfred tilted his head up and kissed Ivan.

((Wow, this one shot sucked. I'm horrible at writing I'm sorry :P. Anyways, Spamano part two is next. And trust me, you'll like it X3))