Sidenstricker1
UFC fighter!America where Alfred gets injured during a match

TheRedOfTheFire
Russia x America x Romano

It's a little rushed, I'm sorry if it's not good. Let me know what you think 💛
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Alfred always had large sums of stamina, so much so that it honestly worried Britain while he was raising America. As time flew by, Alfred found doing any type of sport helped release this stamina healthily. Running, climbing, and swimming were the most effective. Alfred also got into fights with neighborhood bullies, since even as a colony, he had his hero complex.

France introduced him to dance as a colony, which ultimately led Alfred to become more flexible. This helped him better his skills in all physical activity, especially fighting. Britain had a fit when he caught America intangled in some colonist's arms with bruises all over his face. His skills got everyone's attention to the point Arthur had to punch away the perverts, who often watched *cough* stalked *cough* Alfred.

When Prussia met America for the first time during the Revolution, he witnessed unparalleled strength, stamina, and stretch. He was training shirtless, allowing him to see all the slim curves and lean muscle that rippled the colony's body. The albino was fixated on America's body, but the moment France caught him staring, he lied and told the blonde he was admiring his skills. Prussia vowed to help him any way he could and in the end, they became training buddies and best friends.

America was a gentle nation from a personal point of view. All the nations thought him an angel with innocence they had long since been rid of. However, as the century flew by, they saw that his sweet face was nothing but a mask for his tough interior. America found himself itching for fights, thus his first century was filled with war, he was a champion.

England and Canada- defeated
Confederacy- defeated
Spain- defeated
Mexico- defeated

Alfred was unstoppable.

As time continued to move forward, Alfred's winning became known to more and more nations. Any nation who stayed with him at some point saw that he was truly a caring person, it was just wise not to anger him. The best example of this was Romano, who was put in America's care after World War II along with Germany. Much like Lithuania once did, Romano worked for the younger blonde nation. He saw how compassionate Alfred was, being emotionally there for both of them and fighting for Germany's right to see Prussia.

Then, on a stormy night, Alfred came home covered in bruises and blood. He and Germany had been cleaning when they saw him, both in complete and utter shock at his condition. But, to both their surprise, Alfred was smiling as he limped to them.

"Good news Ludwig! I finally got Russia to make a deal! There is going to be a meeting next week to discuss the details!" he yelped happily right before collapsing. Both nations shot to his side, catching him. Germany took him to his room and patched up his wounds.

Romano made him warm soup and began to fix his bedding when he heard Alfred groan in pain.

"You bastard, what happened?"

"Ivan's a sadist,"

"WHAT?!"

"No worries, he knows how I like it. I mean, Alaska didn't come from no where,"

Lovino blinked a few times before the realization hit him.

"You and vodka bastard were-"

"A thing, yes. Then he became a commie," Alfred sat up with the help of Lovino, "I miss the real him, he was always such a teddy bear. Kinda like you," Alfred smirked as Romano blushed.

"Excuse me but I am a-not a teddy bear!!!"

Alfred's angelic laugh made its way to the Italian's ears, making him blush more.

"Sure you are! You're kind and loyal, you have the warmest hugs, you comfort me when I need it, you're a good friend who always supports me, and you are basically acting like a mom. Lovino, being a softy doesn't mean you're not tough. It means you're a man who doesn't need anyone else's approval,"

South Italy snagged America's shirt as the blush on his cheeks got darker. His heart pounded in his ears as feelings grew for America, making his heart swell. Not even thinking, he kissed Alfred's lips softly, assuring he didn't put pressure on the wounds.

"You know you burger bastard, I can be better than that snowy freak," Lovino began to make love to Alfred roughly, the two filling the room with moans.

You would think that would be the end, but when the 90's rolled around, things got complicated. Where Germany had gone back to his nation, South Italy opted for staying with America. The two loved being a couple and were never apart. But, as the USSR dissolved, three former members knocked at his door. America opened it happily, only to be tackled by an old friend.

"ALFRED!!! I AM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU ONCE AGAIN!!!" Lithuania yelled as the blonde twirled him around. The younger laughed and set down the brunette, ruffling his hair.

"Tolys! Dude how have you been! Whale dude totally misses you!" Alfred smiled back. Lithuania giggled and ruffled Alfred's hair.

"I will go see him then!" he walked off as Alfred turned to face the doorway. When he felt an arm wrap around his waist. He looked down and saw Belarus staring at him, a blank look in her eyes.

"You are now my big brother, I will protect you with my life," she then let go before America could reply and walked in the house. That's when he felt cold air waft down his neck, making him shiver.

"Mmm, Fredka, you have always smelt so good. I am happy that I can see you once again so freely, I have missed our relationship," Ivan snagged Alfred's side harshly, making Alfred bend at the waist over a side table.

"V-Vanya, wait, I'm-"

"HEY YOU VODKA BASTARD!!! GET AWAY FROM MIO AMATO!!!" Lovino screeched as he slammed a rolling pin over Ivan's head. He had flour all over his apron and his curl was vibrating in rage, he was ready to fight Ivan. Ivan's aura began to radiate from his person.
(My beloved)

"What is he doing here and not back with his pathetic excuse of a nation?"

"Vanya, stop it! Lovino is my lover, just like you once were," Lovino snagged Alfred's waist and held up the rolling pin. Ivan smirked and chuckled, his aura calming down.

"How sad it is for you then. I don't like sharing my toys,"

"Alfred is not a toy! He is an angel! I will a-protect him with my life!"

The two bickered for over ten minutes about who deserved Alfred more, but one line snapped Alfred in two.

"So, you think you are actually good enough to satisfy my sunflower's sexual needs?" Ivan growled as his aura exploded. But, ironically, Romano did not faulter. In fact, he just got angrier at the assumption he wasn't good in bed. But, he didn't get to comeback before Alfred exploded.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!!!" Alfred shoved himself away from Romano as tears gathered in his eyes, "AM I JUST A SEX TOY TO YOU BOTH?!?!?!" that made the two elder nations stop. Their expressions softened as they noticed Alfred's tears.

"Nyet!"
"No!"

"WELL IT SURE AS HELL SOUNDS LIKE IT!!!" Alfred took a deep breath and wiped his tears, "I-I need to take a walk, eat without me," Alfred swiftly grabbed his jacket and ran out.

Seven hours had passed and it was close to two in the morning. Alfred had still not returned home and Romano began to feel sick. His entire body ticked and twitched, fear overtaking every cell in his body.

"Where is that burger bastard?" he whispered to himself as his bounced his knee. Ivan kept looking at the door, worry also overtaking his body.

"South Italy," he spoke with a low voice. The worried Italian stopped moving and looked to the Russian, "I should apologize for my outburst. I have loved Fredka for so long and we were so happy before the Russian Revolution. I wished on many stars that the Communist rule would stop, so that I may love my dear Fredka again. But, it seems I am too late, da?"

Ivan's tears shocked the Italian, he didn't know what to say for the longest time.

"How much do you love him?" Ivan looked to Lovino as tears continued to spill down his cheek.

"More than I love my own self, I would kill myself if Fredka truly wished for it," that shocked Lovino more. However, he didn't have time to respond before Alfred limped in the door. His face was bruised and he had a bloody nose. The two Europeans shot up and ran to him and Lovino felt history repeat itself as Alfred collapsed.

They both patched up Alfred and put him to bed, spending the early morning cleaning the spot where he had fallen and talking about what could had caused so much damage to the powerhouse nation. Their night ended as Lovino saw Ivan about to lay on the couch, so he stopped him.

"If he means that much to you, perhaps, I wouldn't mind sharing him. But, we should discuss it with him first," Ivan nodded, "now, come to bed," Ivan jumped up happily and skipped to Alfred's room. He got undressed, as did Lovino.

"Spasiba~" Ivan cuddled Alfred closely, his knuckles brushing Lovino's chest. This made the Italian growl and gently slap his hand.

"Keep your arms on your side of Alfred," Lovino cuddled his side of Alfred, both men falling asleep.

The following morning, the conversation took place in the kitchen. Alfred was officially in a poly relationship with his old and new flames. They enjoyed being together, even though Ivan and Lovino had trouble sharing at first.

Their first official date was to a night club, the elders only agreed because Alfred was so excited. They just sat in the background most of the time and watched their lovely angel dance.

Both of them didn't miss it when some scumbag came up and groped their Alfred. They saw how he manhandled their beloved. They saw how he swayed and grounded his hips against their clearly unwilling saint. The final straw was when they saw him try to lead Alfred to the bathroom. Ivan and Lovino stormed over, both of them socking the guy in the face and leading America away.

That night, the two finally bonded as Lovino called in a few favors that night and Ivan made use of his butchering skills. The relationship was amazing after the two finally realized they could get along.

They had been dating for two years when Alfred began to act strange. He would disappear for long periods of time during the afternoon and not come back until evening. He was always sweaty when he returned home and the two noticed muscle began to build up.

It made them curious as to what exactly he was doing, so one night, they followed him. They came up to an arena that had UFC posters everywhere. The two nations looked at the poster in awe.

Alfred Jones VS Boris Butch
Cold War II

"Nyet, this is bad!" Ivan shouted, "Boris is basically undefeated in Russia! He's going to hurt our little solnyshka!!!" a throaty laugh makes them turn around.
(Literally means "small sun" but I mean it as "sunshine")

"Not only is he American, but he's a fag?! This will be most pleasant!" Boris cackled as he made his way to the changing area. Russia's face turned red and his aura began to erupt.

"Ivan, calm down!"

"Nyet, he has insulted not just Fredka, but us! He called us the f-word! Does that not bother you?!"

"No, it doesn't! That bastard is probably only mad because he using his a-muscle to compensate for his weak a-bed skills," Lovino smirked as Ivan laughed.

"Da, I suppose you are right. We should stay and watch our little angel beat him up, da?"

"Hell yea," Lovino replied. Just as Ivan turned, he saw a woman in black. He walked over to her.

"Excuse me, where do we buy tickets for the show?" she pointed to a booth and got the closest seats they could. They also bought popcorn and took their seats, happily waiting for Alfred to come out. The arena was pretty full and Alfred had popped his head out to take a look. Lovino happened to catch it and waved his arms.

"YO BURGER BASTARD!!!" Alfred's head shot right towards them, making him throw on a robe and dash over.

"Why the fuck are you two here?!" he asked. They both smiled to him.

"We wanted to watch you beat my homophobic former comrade," Ivan popped another buttery cornel in his mouth.

"Wha?"

"You heard us, Alfred. Kick that bitch to the moon," Lovino smirked and ruffled his hair. Alfred stood shocked.

"So, you're not upset?"

"Nyet, we are. But, we will talk later. Right now, just focus on Boris,"

"If you win, there might be a treat for you tonight," Lovino winked, making Alfred blush.

"O-ok," he went back to his private area to finish getting ready.

When the match finally started, it seemed like Alfred was going to take the victory home. He threw down solid hits on the homophobic Russian and was barely out of breath. He had the larger pinned down to where he was struggling and the match could have been easily finished. As he glanced at his partners, he couldn't help but smile.

But that millisecond he took to glance at his lovers, Boris struck with incredible force. The hall of his foot slammed against Alfred's throat, flinging the blonde back. The crowd gasped as Alfred began to heave. As he coughed, glomps of blood came out. The man laughed at him as the referee blew the whistle.

"THIS IS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU'RE A FAG!!!" Boris continued to laugh. Ivan and Lovino watched in horror as Alfred collapsed, blood still coming from his mouth. A medic was immediately on sight and much of the large crowd worriedly murmured.

When Alfred was taken to the hospital, that's when Ivan and Lovino finally left. Alfred's condition was pretty tame, his larynx had been hemorrhaged. Now, surgery did fix it, but he wasn't allow to stress his voice at all. After his nation healing took affect, Alfred was doing better in two days. He was soon released and given instructions on what to eat.

Alfred continued to fight in the UFC for a few more years before another match injury caused him to quit. He had been fighting another fighter from Brazil when he was elbowed in the ear. He had a slight concussion, but was ok.

Although, husbands were not so happy. As soon as the blonde nation got back home, he was scolded.

But, not in a bad way~