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.

I love you to the moon and back, my snowflake ~ from your forever sunflower

Ivan clutched the box and felt every ounce of his will to live crumble.

WITH ALFRED

Alfred was walking in the backstreets, still with tear stains on his cheeks. He was kicking a rock as he walked, just wanting to get home, eat a pint of ice cream, call his brother, and die while he curled into his covers. He turned the corner and noticed a small, trembling form in an alley. It was softly crying and there was broken glass surrounding the burlap sack. Alfred felt the need to be useful, so he ran right up to it and uncovered the body to reveal a badly beaten woman.

"Miss, are you ok?" she rapidly shook her head, "well, you'll be ok now. My name is Alfred Jones, I'll take care of you. Can you stand?" Alfred helped the woman up and smiled, "there you go. Is there someone we can call for you?" she nodded and gave him the number. Alfred dialed it and got an answer, giving the unknown man their current location. No more than ten minutes passed before a black van pulled up and a huge man stepped out of the van with a blanket.

"Marcy, thank God! I was worried sick! That you sir,"

"No problem, I'm glad I could help," the woman was about to get into the van when she turned back to Alfred.

"You said your name was Alfred Jones, right?" he nodded in affirmation, making the woman knowingly smirk. She snapped her fingers and the man pulled out a bat. Alfred was about to fight when a tranquilizer dart landed in his neck, his world going black.

WITH IVAN

Ivan walked aimlessly through the park, he had put the ring on his finger because it was now the only thing he had. Ivan debated for hours if he should tell Alfred the truth: tell him about the Bratva, how they swore to hurt the people he loved, how he just wanted to protect him. As soon as Ivan arrived at Alfred's doorstep his phone rang. He looked and saw it was Alfred's phone, so he quickly answered it.

"FREDKA I AM SO SORRY FOR WHAT I DID!!!"

"I'm afraid Alfred can't answer the phone right now," the woman chuckled evilly into the receiver, making Ivan's heart stop.

"What have you done with him?! Where is my fiance?!" Ivan shouted as his eyes grew dark. The woman chuckled more.

"Getting tried out by the boss, you always had such great taste in men. He's a spitfire though, quite a handful," she then sighed, "we had to use five tranquilizer darts to get him to stop squirming. And even had to use the metal ballgag because he bit through all the other ones,"

Ivan's blood began to boil with pure, hot, rage. He was clutching his smartphone so tight it began to crack.

"Where are you, you filthy сука," Ivan growled as his eyes emptied of all human emotion. All that was left was hatred. The woman laughed and she played with the phone.

"The east docks, wing 24. We'll be gone by the time you get here anyway. The boss really does like his new toy, thank you, Ivan," She hung up and Ivan growled at the phone. He began to run, knowing the rush hour traffic would only delay him. Ivan ran faster than he ever felt the need to, knocking over anyone in his path without a single care in the world. He jumped the fence to the docks and burst through the hanger door. The small bits of sun came through the higher windows, allowing Ivan to see a familiar shadow curled on the concrete floor.

"Alfred!" Ivan rushed over and fell to his knees, lifting the fragile man he loved oh so much, "Fredka, speak to me. Come on," Ivan began to cry as he took in how worn and beaten his beloved looked. Alfred turned his head to Ivan, smiling softly.

"They said you wouldn't come. I knew they were lying,"

"Da, of course, they were!" Ivan's tears dripped onto Alfred's scratched and bruises chest. Ivan cupped Alfred's cheeks and the smaller smiled.

"You're wearing the ring, I'm glad," Alfred began to glow white as his eyes grew emptier.

"Fredka?! What is happening?!"

"My snowflake, my Vanya~" America finally dissolved into light, leaving his glasses behind. Ivan was mortified as his tears now the bloody concrete.

2 MONTHS LATER

Russia had killed the troop of members without an ounce of mercy, not even a week after Alfred faded. Russia was a broken man and often drank to forget his mistakes. The World Summit was coming up and pretty much every nation was made aware of the entire situation. A lot of them pitied Russia, while some were grieving just as bad. The World Conference in New York City was taking place and everybody was quick to be seated. Germany stood up and was about to speak when the door opened.

"Please excuse my tardiness, traffic," in walked a man who looked exactly like  Alfred. He was wearing a navy suit and an American flag tie, the only thing he was missing was the glasses America always wore. He walked to his seat and bowed, "I am the United States of America, but my human name is Cornelius Freedom Jones. I'm sure all of you have been made aware of previous America's situation, may he rest in peace,"

This America was definitely not their America. He kept the meeting on track, was strictly business, and had a stern yet monotoned voice. When the first break was called, Russia jumped out of his chairs and ran to Cornelius. He embraced him in a bone-crushing hug.

"My dear sunflower! I missed you! I killed those bastards who hurt you! My sweet sunflower!" Cornelius politely shoved Russia off him, looking at him with a scowl.

"Mr. Russia, that was very unprofessional. Please, do not give me physical contact without permission," America then fixed his hair, "but while I have you here, may I have my glasses back. I have been made aware you keep them in your breast pocket," Russia nodded and gave him the glasses, "Mr. Russia, I know you and my previous form were an item. But I am not him. Whatever you had with him is history and we are to be strictly business associates. I do not wish to get into a relationship as of yet. Have a nice break, Mr. Russia,"

"Sunflower, wait!" America pushed Russia down to the ground.

"I am not your sunflower, Mr. Russia! I am not in love with you! Alfred is no longer here! I apologize Mr. Russia, but I don't love you!" Cornelius stated firmly as he stomped off. 

"' I don't love you!' I don't understand what he means. What happened to my sweet sunflower?!"

.................

Russia shot up with a start, panting as cold sweat beaded his brow. He was gripping the sheets as he tried to breathe again. His eyes were wide and he seemed lost to the world. That was until he felt a hand on his bare chest. Ivan looked down and saw those sapphires he adored.

"Vanya, snowflake, did you have another nightmare about that day?" Ivan nodded and began to cry. Alfred sat up and straddled his husband's lap, kissing him softly, "oh Vanya~ I know you remembered what happened, but do I have to remind you?"

"Da, sunflower. Please, tell me what happened,"

"Well, we were in our pavilion, remember. You just broke up with me on our tenth anniversary and I was crying,"

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME IVAN!!!"
"I AM SORRY BUT I MUST DO THIS!!!"

"I then asked why you were doing it, and knew you were lying when you told me your answer. So I looked at you and you told me the truth,"

"THERE MUST BE SOMETHING WRONG, THIS ISN'T LIKE YOU!!!"
"IT IS ME, FREDKA!!!"
"THAT'S BULLSHIT VANYA!!!" Alfred panted and regained his composure, "please, Vanya. Tell me why you are choosing to hurt me like this,"
"Because I love you too much to let them hurt you. The Bratva said they'd kill everybody I loved, and I love you more than anything!"

"Do you remember what happened after that, my dear? I gave you the ring and told you to think about it, then you rescued me after secretly following me home,"

"Vanya, take this and talk to me tomorrow," Alfred gave him the velvet box, kissing his cheek and walking away.
"H-help!" a woman screeched from an alleyway. Alfred walked right up to her and did everything he was taught: he got her name, a reliable ride home, and her license plate.
"That should do it, I hope you feel safer now," Alfred was about to walk away when a bat flew into the back of his skull, nearly knocking him out. America was about to get up again when another bat swung and hit his kneecap. Alfred screeched in pain and was about to brace for a final blow.
"DON'T TOUCH HIM!!!" Ivan screamed and his pipe impaled the largest of the group.

"Ivan, you killed them right in front of me and held me close. You accepted the ring and we got married a few months later," Alfred smiled and pet Ivan's hair. 

"Da, I forgot all that. The nightmare is just so real, Fredka. It's scary, for me, the thought of losing you makes me so terrified," Ivan kissed Alfred lovingly as the two embraced each other.

Just then, a creak sounded through the room.

"Papa, Mama, what's going on?" a small girl came in, her platinum blonde hair a messy tuff and her sapphire eyes droopy with sleep, "did Papa have another nightmare?" the girl waddled over and Ivan helped her onto the bed.

"Da, Alyona, Papa was just a little frightened from his nightmare. But he is ok now," Alfred pet her head and the three laid down, Alyona curled in between the two nations. Alfred brushed his thumb against Ivan's cheek, "Vanya, this is real. We are real. And we will never leave," Alfred's white gold band glittered, "till death do us part, remember?" Alfred giggled as Ivan enveloped the two in his large arms.

"Till death do us part, my sunflower," Ivan whispered before falling asleep.