This is a request from 112O11 

Basically, Alfred is secretly 14 and Ivan is secretly 18 (note that Alfred's canon age is 19 and Ivan's is supposed to be middle-aged (27 if I had to guess) Looking up Ivan, I found he doesn't have a canon age on Hetalia wiki or anywhere. If someone finds it, please give me the source

I love you all!

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This isn't how Ivan is supposed to find out. He was never supposed to find out my secret.

Alfred laid his head on the hospital pillow, gazing out to the emptier skyline of his once glorious city. He had been in a coma for ten days in the aftermath of this attack, and many nations had visited him. England and France especially came around often, Canada mostly helping with Ground Zero. However, one person hasn't visited him. His lover, Russia, hasn't stepped foot into his room. This worried Alfred immensely, as he thought Ivan knew his biggest secret. Alfred Freedom Jones, the United States of Amerca, was actually a 14-year-old boy. He had been using magic ever since he won his independence to look taller, more grown-up. He wanted to appear in front of the other nations as an adult, to prove he wasn't a child. It worked obviously, he grew to be the largest superpower on the planet. But still, if he were to take away his magic, he would still be that tiny 5'2 teenager. He loved Ivan so much, but it would look so wrong if a 27-year-old man was frenching a 14-year-old boy. Alfred's magic had been cutting in and out for hours, then he finally showed up.

"Sunflower! You are ok, da?!" Ivan rushed to his lover's side and kissed him deeply, "I am sorry I have been away! I was busy taking care of the country that did this! Afghanistan will not be walking on his own for a while now," Ivan kissed Alfred again, and again, and again. The third kiss he began to french kiss Alfred, making the other nation moan softly.

"Vanya!" in a moment of weakness, Alfred's magic slipped up. Alfred was too enthralled in the pleasure he was being given to notice. However, Ivan noticed when he gazed up at his lover. Alfred's face was pudgy, not as slick or mature. His eyes held a childlike wonder, and his body was tinier. Ivan looked him up and down, seeing he had also gotten shorter.

"Fredka, what happened to you?!" Ivan exclaimed, worried. Alfred looked down and yelped, covering himself. He was shaking and refused eye contact to his long-time lover, "Fredka, is this the real you?" Ivan questioned softly. Alfred sighed, defeated.

"Da, it is my snowflake. But, I just didn't want to seem like a child to you or any nation. I'm sorry I lied, Vanya! Please, don't leave me!" Alfred's voice squeaked a bit, but Ivan held him close. Ivan was mumbling a chant and suddenly, Ivan was shrinking, "Vanya?"

"I have been using General Winter's magic to look older. This is the real me, Fredka," Ivan looked to be about 18. His features were still a bit mature, but he was significantly short. If Alfred had to guess, he was maybe about 5'6. Alfred smiled.

"wow, we both were using magic to hide our true ages. Funny isn't it?" Alfred commented, laughing. Ivan also began to laugh as he hugged his lover again. The two began to kiss lovingly, the passion still evident in their kisses. Ivan got up to shut the door, locking it and quietly shutting the curtains. Alfred chuckled as he opened his arms to his Russian lover, moans quickly filling the room.

After about thirty minutes of sweet lovemaking, Ivan and Alfred began to cuddle. Alfred was filled with Ivan's release, a lot of Ivan's release. Ivan couldn't even tell the last time he came that much, but it felt good. Maybe it was because he was younger and Alfred's hole was tighter than the first time they had sex. He honestly didn't care, he filled Alfred up and claimed him.

"Fredka, that was the most amazing sex I've ever had," Ivan was lightly panting as he rubbed Alfred's back.

"You still think I'm cute right?" Alfred asked worriedly, "I'm not too childlike for you?"

"Nyet, my sunflower. I don't think I could ever fall out of love with you," Ivan confessed. He smooched Alfred's neck and jaw, making the smaller blonde chuckle.

"Alfred~ I bought you some lunch~" England came in and saw the two in bed. Alfred's hospital gown was on the floor, and Ivan's clothing was sprawled everywhere. Then he looked to the bed and saw Alfred's younger self. England grew red, and the two other nations couldn't tell if it was from anger or embarrassment, "Russia, I'm going to give you to the count of ten to dress and leave. One...Two..." Ivan quickly jumped up and quickly put his clothes on, running like an olympian. Arthur didn't even get to five by the time he was gone.

"Aw! Iggy, you're no fun!" Alfred whined as he laid in the bed. He began to shiver after the abrupt loss of warmth from his lover. England grumbled and brought in a fresh gown, dressing his son.

"This is the you that I've been waiting to see. Lukas, Vlad, and I all knew you and Ivan were using magic. It's nice to see the real you, Alfred," England then began to feed Alfred some warm soup.

A few months of rehab passed, and Ivan and Alfred came to the world meeting hand-in-hand. They were in their true forms: Alfred - a 5'2, 14-year-old, cutie pie and Ivan - a 5'6, 18-year-old, stud. They sat with each other during the meeting, fed each other during break time, and kissed each other whenever they could. Being themselves didn't deter them at all from being a couple, despite some questioning looks they got on the street when publically being affectionate.

Alfred would often hear 'he's just a passing fling' or 'you're too young to know what true love is'

Ivan would often hear 'you're too old for him' or 'what's wrong with you, you pedophile?!'

But they didn't care. They knew their love was truer than anybody else's. So, they kept kissing. They kept having sex. They kept loving each other. 

Because real love does not have an age.