a RusAme fanfiction! Literally just woke up and thought about writing an omega verse AU! So let's do this!

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Russia was a proud alpha, perfect in every aspect. He was a senior in high school and had a flawless record. He was tall, muscular, and emanated a scent of sunflowers and fresh snow. His hair was platinum blonde and fluffy, always managing to sweep itself into weird angles. His eyes were a piercing amethyst color and basically void in all emotion. He was the leader of the football team, head of the hockey team, and star for the baseball team. However, Ivan wasn't popular amongst his peers. Many thought him too intimidating, especially the omegas of his school. Anytime Ivan would walk in their direction, he watched them curl into a ball and shiver in fear. It broke Ivan's heart that despite all his amazing athletic feats, he was still an outcast. His teachers adored him though. He was an ace in chemistry and engineering class, his calculus skills were unthinkable, and his comprehension of all literature was phenomenal for an alpha of his age. Ivan prayed someone might like him, that someone would stroll into the school this coming semester that wouldn't fear him. Just as the thought made itself known, he strolled in.

Alfred Freedom Jones, a freshman with a sweet smile and alluring scent. Alfred was the younger brother to his hockey mate, Matthew. Matthew was considerably popular among the school, the omegas leeched onto him like a magnet. His scent of maple and pine made for a soft yet masculine scent. Alfred, however, was quite the opposite. The boy came from a long line of premium alphas. His fathers Arthur and Francis were considered to be the pinnacle of high society and Matthew was the prodigy they were raising. Then, Alfred came along. The only omega in a house filled with alphas.

Alfred had golden wheat hair that shined with life, a stubborn cowlick refusing to obey any comb. His skin was kissed generously by the sun, unlike Matthew who was rather pale. His smile seemed to brighten when interacting with people, and oh god when Ivan glanced at his eyes. The star-filled sapphires were intoxicating. Alfred scent was strong, cinnamon and apples with a hint of vanilla and fresh stream water. Ivan was drunk off it, and he wasn't even in conversation distance. Alfred was also extremely intelligent, sharing TWO advanced course classes: engineering and chemistry. Alfred was wearing a large sweatshirt that clearly belonged to his brother, as well as a scent patch on his neck. Ivan chuckled to himself, knowing that Matthew was trying to cover up his little brother's scent to deter the animal instincts of alpha students. But Ivan's superior nose could still smell him, and he loved it.

The bell rang and Matthew kissed his brother's forehead before heading to class. Alfred walked into his first class, Creative Writing and Speech. This class was one Ivan also took as a spare credit and he secretly hoped more classes could hold such luck. Alfred kept his journal to his chest as he sat in the front row closest to the wall. Ivan smiled sweetly and sat in the desk next to him.

"Privet! I am Ivan! Who are you?" Ivan asked, smiling. The cold aura made any surrounding desk mates move immediately. Alfred looked and smiled shyly.

"I'm Alfred. You play hockey with my bro, don't you? I've seen you in the games! Your hardcore! I wanted to play hockey, but I opted for figure skating instead! Something about alphas being too rough or something," Alfred easily chatted with Ivan. Ivan's eyes widened as they conversed some more until the professor came in.

"Students! We have a new student this year! Alfred Freedom Jones, please stand up," the gruff teacher demanded. Alfred jumped slightly and did as he was told. He waved to the class and Ivan's nose twitched. He smelt the other dirty alphas arousals, and it made him furious. His dark purple aura blew off again, and the scents stopped. Class after class after class, Ivan found himself not only being in one with Alfred. It was a culinary course, something Ivan had taken his sophomore year. Ivan was ecstatic that he shared so many classes with his dear Alfred. When the afterschool bell rang, Ivan snagged his football bag from his locker and went to the locker room to change. He walked out onto the field to find Alfred trying out for cheerleading. Seeing the omega in a tank top and sweatpants made him gulp.

"Ivan, vhat are jou staring at?" his teammate, Gilbert, asked. He then noticed Ivan's eyes tracing to the new omega, the albino smirking, "he looks good in zat uniform. I just vant to tear it off him und fuck him against ze lockers in ze locker room. Matthew tried to hide his scent, but ve all still smelt how divine his bruder is!" Ivan's eyes twitched and he growled at Gilbert. Gilbert backed away and ran to the field. After a sweaty practice, Ivan had stayed behind to clean up equipment. When he entered the locker room he smelt something off, it was fear. Ivan's eyes widened as his ear listened, and a muffled whimper could be heard. Ivan turned the corner to see Gilbert about to bite and claim Alfred, the omega trembling in fear. Ivan's eyes lit up with rage and he ripped Gilbert off of Alfred.

"Get out..." Ivan threatened, his voice cold and heartless. His purple aura was physically looming around him now, "NOW!!!" Ivan screamed, making Gilbert run faster than any practice ever. Ivan hugged Alfred close, the tiny omega beginning to calm down. Ivan took a deep inhale, seeing Alfred had on the uniform, not his brother's hoodie. The smell that filled his nose made him almost faint. God, Alfred was perfection.

Days turned to weeks, and soon football season was over. Hockey season was now starting, so Ivan made his way to the icerink to practice. Upon arriving, he heard music playing. It was a song he enjoyed listening to with Alfred, Perfect by Ed Sheeran. He entered the rink and saw Alfred in a blue sweatshirt, leggings, and white skates. He was skating like he weighed nothing, his jumps were flawlessly landed, he spun like he could never get dizzy, his gliding was perfectly balanced, and the emotions you felt were raw. Ivan continued to quietly watch, the final note playing out as Alfred posed.

"Ivan, if only I could tell you how much I love you," Alfred sadly said as tears flew down his cheek. Alfred fell to his knees and cried in the middle of the ice. Ivan quickly laced up his skates, removed his skate guards, and went to the ice. He quickly knelt at Alfred's side and used both his hands to cup his cheeks, "Vanya? What are you-" Alfred was silenced with Ivan's lips. The two moaned sweetly and the scents grew harder to resist. Knowing none of the hockey team would be practicing in this rink today, let's just say Ivan took the opportunity to claim what was his.

Weeks passed and one day Alfred was writing down some equations in his chemistry book. Ivan was measuring the ingredients and the professor walked around to assist when needed.

"Fredka, the temperature is too high," Ivan said looking up, watching Alfred's face blanch, "Fredka?" and just like that, Alfred dropped. Ivan caught him and knelt down beside him, Alfred's cheeks were burning and a cold sweat coated his brow.

"Professor Wang!!! Arfred fainted!!!" Kiku yelled, making the class watch as Ivan tried to keep his calm composure. Yao dove down to his unconscious student and took his sweater to make a pillow.

"Aiya! Ivan, turn off your project! It will bubble over! Lovino, go grab me some cool towels! Ludwig, retrieve the nurse!" Lovino huffed as he ran out of the room and Ludwig nodded as he left in a hurry. Alfred had begun to shake and his breathing became uneven, thus the nurse concluded he needed to go to the hospital. An ambulance came and word quickly spread like wildfire that somebody had fainted. Matthew was in his World Politics class when EMTs rushed passed the classroom door. All the students got up and quickly watched, Matthew in the front. He then watched as his brother was being rolled out on the stretcher, Ivan by his side.

"Alfred!" Matthew, of course, ran to his side as well, "Alfie! Hey, Alfie, can you hear me?!" Matthew's voice cracked and tears nearly flew from his eyes. The EMTs looked to him.

"Your relation?" one asked.

"Brother," Mattie replied, tears streaming down his face. They finally got to the ambulance and loaded Alfred in, allowing Matthew to go with him. Ivan was left devastated as the ambulance sped off, sirens blaring.

"Let's go jou," Gilbert tugged Ivan to his sports car, "belt up! It's gonna be bumpy!" Gilbert exclaimed, shifting the gears and speeding off. Ivan arrived at the hospital and was met with a pacing Matthew. You could smell how stressed he was, so Ivan did the only thing he could think. He hugged him. Ten minutes later, a strong scent wafted through the air. It was the scent of grassy hills, rain, and tea. Another scent followed close behind, it was roses, wine, and a hint of morning dew. Ivan looked up to gaze upon them, Arthur and Francis Kirkland-Bonnefoy. The idols of elite society. They were the wealthiest alphas in the entire state! Ivan felt intimidated and almost scared when the two approached, their presence that powerful.

"Matthew, what happened?" Arthur asked coldly. Francis simply looked at Ivan with his arms crossed.

"Who is zis boy?" Francis asked, circling him like a hawk.

"My name is Ivan sir. I was with Alfred when he collapsed," Ivan explained.

"Well then, spill it. What happened," Arthur demanded with a stern tone. The scent that came off of the glorified eyebrowed man was almost fatal. As if he was daring Ivan to lie to him.

"Fredka and I were working on a chemistry project when he fainted. Professor Wang took control of the situation from there but I just wanted to make sure he was ok. He is my only companion and I care deeply for his well being," Ivan confessed, blushing a tiny bit. Just then the doctor came out.

"Sir Kirkland-Bonnefoy, Mr. Kirkland-Bonnefoy, Matthew Williams, and Ivan Braginski for Alfred Freedom Jones!" the family all ran to the doctor as he led them down a corridor. They then took a turn and the doors were labeled Maternity Clinic. This confused the group, but Ivan felt his blood run ice cold. They were taken to Alfred's room, where he was staring out the window. However, he sniffed and instantly sat up, shifting to face the doorway.

"Papa! Daddy! Mattie! Vanya too! I'm so glad to see you!" Alfred exclaimed cutely. Francis rushed to his sweet baby omega, kissing him over and over again. Matthew sat next to him and chatted a bit. But as soon as Ivan went to talk, the doctor pulled him and Arthur aside. He led them to a quiet room with a few sofas and sat them down.

"Mr. Kirkland-Bonne-"

"Please, doctor. You may call me Arthur for expediency's sake. Now, is there a reason my virgin son is in the maternity ward?" Arthur was intimidating, to say the least. Ivan trembled slightly and scooted a bit away.

"Arthur, your son is not a virgin. In fact, he's pregnant with an entire litter. Whoever impregnated him marked him as well, he's been using a scent patch to mask the bite. Alfred told us who the father was," the doctor looked right at Ivan. The realization hit Arthur like a cricket bat and he was standing up, ready to tear off Ivan's head.

"You filthy wretch! How dare you impregnate my child! How dare you mark him! What did you do to him? Did you drug him? Did you get him drunk?"

"Mr. Arthur! Alfred explained the entire story to us! He and Ivan have been in love for quite a while and have been dating in secret. Only they and one other alpha by the name of Gilbert know. Alfred said it was 100% consented, which means so long as Ivan consents to the childbirth Alfred can legally have the pups," the doctor explained. Ivan jumped up and nodded.

"Of course I consent! If it makes him happy I would do anything! Fredka is my entire world and I would do anything to keep a smile on his beautiful face!" Ivan yelped, making Arthur stare at him. The doctor nodded and stood up.

"Well, better tell the rest of-" the doctor began, but was interrupted when the door flew open.

"YOU FREAK! YOU'RE DEAD!" was heard and suddenly Ivan had been tackled to the ground and was being choked by a livid Matthew, "YOU SICK BASTARD! YOU MARKED MY BABY BROTHER! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"Ah, maybe it is not the best time to reveal the news," the doctor began to creep out. Matthew's head jerked.

"What news, eh?" Matthew asked. Arthur had an almost tired look on his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. He then looked at Ivan, who sheepishly hid in his scarf. It clicked and his eyes flared in disgust, "YOU DISGUSTING PERVERT!!! YOU'RE GOING TO WANT TO DIE BY THE TIME I'M DONE WITH YOU!!! HOW DARE YOU IMPREGNATE MY BABY BROTHER!!!" it took five security guards, as well as Francis and Arthur, to restrain Matthew.

Alfred was laying in bed, feeling his stomach with a smile on his face when the crew all walked in. The look of happiness on his face said it all.

"I can feel them," he whispered as if he would wake the embryos. They all melted at the sight and agreed to be civil to each other during the pregnancy. Word quickly got out around the school about the ultimate power couple had an ultimate power litter in the works. Alfred was treated with tender care from every hand who touched him. The pregnancy was wonderful, Ivan even getting closer to Alfred's elite family. 

Then the delivery day came... When Ivan lost his world...

The delivery was hard for Alfred to go through. He was birthing five pups for God's sake! He was able to hold himself together, Ivan comforting him the entire way through. All five children popped out cutely with cries of glory, and Ivan and Alfred were holding them. Alfred's scent though was beginning to fade. Ivan looked away from Alfred's face to gaze upon a few of their pups. Alfred used that time to close his eyes, peacefully losing himself.

"Fredka! You did amazing! They are the most beautiful pups I have ever seen! This one looks just like you! Look, my finger is too big for him!" Ivan giggled, "let's get married, Alfred!" Ivan finally turned his head back to his lover. Alfred's eyes were gently closed and his lips were parted a bit, "Fredka? Wake up," Ivan lightly shook Alfred, but nothing happened. Ivan's heart began to race, "Fredka! Fredka now is not time for joking! Fredka! Wake up! Please!" Ivan yelled. The babies all began to cry, feeling the fearful scent of their father, "FREDKA!!!" Ivan whaled, tears flying from his eyes.

That day it began to rain as if mourning the loss of an angel. The litter had four alphas and one omega. The youngest was the omega, a girl who looked just like Alfred. So, he named her Amelia. The oldest two were boys who looked exactly like Ivan, so he named them Dimitri and Victor. The middle two were girls who had Ivan's hair and Alfred's eyes, so he named them Rose and Libby. Ivan gazed at his children with love, all of them swaddled up to him. But the pain in his heart ached as he gazed upon his lifeless universe.

The funeral was awful and many people gave condolences to Ivan, the five babies were silent throughout the entire funeral. Arthur, Francis, and Matthew found it so bittersweet. They gained five new lives but lost one that meant the world to them. 

How could the world be so agonizingly cruel?