Alfred had snuck out of his country and, with the help of Canada, found himself in Russia. He had been undetected so far, stealthfully moving his way in the shadows. He manivuered his way around buildings and trees, assuring his tracks could not be followed. After days of traveling, he found himself laying on a tree branch, looking out at the moon.

He couldn't help but see the hair of his lover, his snowflake, his Ivan.

He couldn't help but feel awful about the moon landing, the one part of the space race he had won. He knew Ivan's boss probably tortured his dearest after being beat by some Capitlist pig.

Seeing the clear sky, he did the only thing he could think. The thing he and Ivan would always do to pass time and have fun.

He began to sing.

Where have all the good men gone~

And where are all the gods?~

Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?~

He knew Ivan was a good man and he prayed every night for God to return him. After a decade of praying, Alfred realized having hope in God was foolish.

Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?~

Late at night I toss and I turn~

And I dream of what I need~

His eyes fluttered closed and his dreams began. He was at the imperial palace with Ivan, dancing with him. The two of them were laughing as the golden glow of the party carried on. But then, the golden glow of candle light turned into the fierce flames of fire. Glass was shattered everywhere and Alfred was in the back of a caravan, smuggling the imperial family out of the palace.

He looked back to the burning palace one last time, only to see his soulmate become devoured by flames.

Alfred shot up and looked to the now cloudy sky. His teeth clenched and his fists closed, the younger blonde growling as he shot his head up to the moon.

I need a hero~

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night~

He's gotta be strong~

And he's gotta be fast~

And he's gotta be fresh from the fight~

He kept flashing back to all the times he tried to see Ivan, but he was always restrained. His love had always been chained to his dictator, as if he was brainwashed to be a loyal puppy. He knew that the Ivan he saw from then on was not his passionate and swift Ivan.

Both of their bosses didn't want them to have anything to do with each other, but Alfred was tired of all of this. He wanted his Vanya back.

I need a hero~

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light~

He's gotta be sure~

And it's gotta be soon~

And he's gotta be larger than life!~

Larger than life~

He began to recognize the area, finding happiness fill his body. However, storm cloud began to gather and snow plummeted to the ground. Alfred quickly took shelter in a cave, trying his best to stay warm. His eyes began to feel heavy and began to fall back into dreamland.

All it was were the painful memories of the past few decades: Ivan basically calling him worthless after World War II, him pulling his pipe onto Alfred when the younger threatened his conquering of Asia, some brutal fights they had gotten into at world meetings that ended in bloodshed, and the final one with Ivan, with broken eyes, saying he would never love him again.

Alfred shot up again and noticed the snow was still coming down hard, making him question what to do.

Somewhere after midnight~

In my wildest fantasy~

Somewhere just beyond my reach~ 

There's someone reaching back for me~

Alfred stood up and clenched his fists again, looking at the blistering winds that would greet him if he was crazy enough to go into the storm.

Racing on the thunder~

And rising with the heat~

It's gonna take a Superman to sweep me off my feet~

He began to walk to the entrance, his hand gently grazing the cave entrance. He looked back to where he had been sleeping and then to the outside. He had made up his mind.

I need a hero~

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night~

He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast~

And he's gotta be fresh from the fight~

He took a few more deep breaths as he readied himself.

I need a hero~

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light~

He's gotta be sure~

And it's gotta be soon~

And he's gotta be larger than life~

I need a hero~

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night~

Alfred began to run into the storm, his eyes ablaze with determination. He was quick to be pelted by snow on all angles, but he kept going. He was going to get to Ivan's mansion and save him.

Up where the mountains meet the heavens above~

Out where the lightning splits the sea~

I could swear there is someone somewhere watching me~

Through the wind and the chill and the rain~

And the storm and the flood~

I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood~

~Like a fire in my blood, like a fire in my blood, like a fire in my blood, like a fire in my blood~

However, his dreams of saving his Ivan crumbles when he realized the ground was cracking under him. Alfred tried moving slower, but it didn't work, he fell through the ice. His body went into shock as the icy water below began to make it's way into his pores.

He got a hold of himself just barely enough to swim back towards the hole he fell through. He gasped and coughed up water, feeling even his organs begin to freeze. Every ounce of his strength was zapped from him as he clawed the snow, crawling over to the treeline and plopping his body against a familiar tree.

I need a hero~

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night~

He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast~

And he's gotta be fresh from the fight~

He noticed the tree had a carving in it, something oddly familiar. Alfred brushed the snow from the trunk of the tree, seeing his and Ivan's initials carved into it. He smiled faintly as he gazed at the carving, his body slowing caving into freezing, eternal rest.

I need a hero~

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light~

He's gotta be sure, and it's gotta be soon~

And he's gotta be larger than life~

He hand grazed the carvings before taking a deep breath, the heaviness no longer bareable.

I need a hero~

Alfred whispered as his entire world faded to black.