Same warnings from previous one-shot still apply.
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The Russian student carried Alfred down the hallway and away from his tormentors. Alfred had to admit that he was more than a little shocked at what Ivan had done. Didn't he know that he was making himself a target by helping Alfred? Well to be fair Ivan is new so he probably doesn't know how things work around here.

"Hey Ivan." Alfred spoke softly causing the Russian to peer down at him but not stop walking. "Why did you help me?" Alfred couldn't help but ask which did make the taller teen stop walking, "You just made yourself a target for them. They'll probably start treating you like they treat me just because you got in their way."

Ivan shook his heat before he started walking towards the nurses office again. "I helped you because you don't deserve to be treated like that. Also I don't really care for people who treat others like garbage so it's not really much of a loss." Ivan said smiling down at Alfred. The American's eyes widened at the Russian's words. Ivan telling him he deserved better. That it wasn't right for them to treat Alfred like trash.

Alfred felt tears start to bloom in his eyes. "I...I don't deserve this?" He sniffled not noticing they had finally reached the nurses office or that Ivan had opened the door. Ivan nodded at him setting the injured blonde on the nearest cot. "No one deserves this." The Russian told him looking around the room for the nurse but it appears she had already left for the day. She also forgot to lock her office. Well her mistake is Ivan's gain.

The tall teen walked over towards one of the cabinets and opened it hoping to find a first aide kit. Alfred sat up wincing when he moved his stomach. "Ivan, you really don't have to do this I mean you just met me today." Alfred pointed out. Ivan turned around to face the American first aide kit in hand. "I know I just met you today but I can tell there's something special about you Alfred." Ivan stated critically smiling when said American huffed. "That's not a really straight answer." Ivan sat down in the chair beside the cot Alfred was on.

"It is still an answer." Ivan said opening the first aide kit then lifting his head to make eye contact with Alfred. "Sucky answer is what it is..." Alfred grumbled pouting. Ivan chuckled at the pouting American then realized something that made him blush. If he was going to treat the wound on Alfred's stomach then he would have to ask the blonde to remove his shirt. Alfred must have noticed the color change in Ivan's cheeks because he pressed a hand to Ivan's forehead concern dotting his features.

"Ivan, are you okay? Do you have a fever or something?" He asked the Russian causing him to blush even more. Ivan removed the hand from his forehead then spoke. "Net. I'm not sick though I do having something...embarrassing to ask you." Ivan looked away from Alfred mumbling something under his breath. "What was that?" Alfred asked with an eyebrow raised. "I need you to take off your shirt." Ivan said cheeks a lovely shade of red.

Alfred sputtered at the words spoken to him. "W-Why do I need to take my shirt off?" Alfred inquired. "They mainly hit you in the stomach, right?" Ivan asked holding a bottle that said anti-inflammatory cream in his hand. Alfred nodded confused at what Ivan was getting at. "I need to apply this—" Ivan paused to show Alfred the anti-inflammatory cream before continuing. "—to your stomach to prevent too much bruising. I also need to fix your nose and get ice for your black eye." Ivan finished.

Alfred sighed knowing it was necessary and would prevent more bruising than usual. "Fine. Just look away for a minute." Ivan obeyed the command without a second thought. Alfred lifted the t-shirt above his head wincing when his hands came in contact with his already bruising stomach. That was definitely going to hurt in the morning. But it would hurt less thanks to Ivan.

The American told Ivan he could turn back around so the Russian did so. He was immediately greeted by lean muscles and sun kissed skin. Ivan gulped. His throat suddenly felt dry for some reason. "Ivan?" Alfred's voice drew the taller teen back to the situation at hand. "Ah yes, sorry." Ivan blushed intensely screwing off the top of the bottle before squeezing some into his hand. Alfred laid back as he applied the cream to his stomach wincing at the cold feeling it brought.

Once that was done Alfred's nose was set back into place and he was given an ice pack. Before he knew it he and Ivan were walking out of the school. Alfred, out of pure instinct, looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was around. "Are you okay?" Ivan asked both concerned for the American and curious as to what he was looking for. Alfred jumped at the sudden voice but seemed to relax when he realized it was just Ivan beside him.

"I'm fine. It's just become habit to look over my shoulder." Alfred replied pressing the ice pack harder onto his black eye. Ivan gave him a worrier look but dropped it. From what the Russian could see, Alfred had been enduring the bullying for years. They walked in silence until the pair arrived at Alfred's street. Ivan wanted to walk him all the way home but the American denied his request. Apparently his father didn't like sudden visitors.

"It was nice meeting you—" Ivan stopped talking when Alfred pressed his lips against his cheek. Ivan immediately turned beat red looking like a tomato. "Thank you for help me." Was all Alfred said before he took off down the street leaving a blueing Russian to stare at his fading form dumbfounded.
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After that day Ivan became a sort of protector for Alfred. He would stick by his side constantly so no one had been able to hurt the American or worse. Though life is not without its failures. One day Ivan had to stay back to talk to a teacher leaving Alfred to walk to his locker alone. The blonde walked quietly with his head down hoping that he wouldn't run into any unsavory characters.

Then again if hope existed Alfred probably wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. Alfred winced when he saw Matthias was waiting by his locker. Even though fear was the main emotion in Alfred's mind right now he couldn't help but he curious as to why Matthias was alone. The Dane usually stuck with Matthew or Gilbert but this time he was all alone.

"'Sup fag?" Matthias greeted as Alfred approached his locker quickly putting in the combination (where Matthias couldn't see) and opening the metal locker. "Obviously not your grades but who's counting?" Alfred retorted freezing when he processed the words he just said. Alfred just insulted a football player. A very big and tall football player. He must've gotten so used to Ivan keeping him from danger that he forgot what danger really was.

Matthias seemed to take to the insult like Alfred though he would and the next thing Alfred knew he was being slammed against the lockers. Alfred looked up into the icy cold orbs of the Dane trembling like a leaf. "I see you've grown some balls since the last beating. It was awhile ago though because you're boyfriends been protecting you." Matthias sneered at him. "He's not my boyfriend, Matthias." Alfred whimpered flinching when Matthias wrapped a hand around his throat.

"Lair, I see the way he looks at you. You contaminated the new kid with your gayness." He snarled squeezing his hand around Alfred's throat drawing a surprised gasp from the other blonde. "I-I didn't—" Alfred couldn't find enough air to speak as Matthias was cutting off his supply. "Beg for your life. Beg." Matthias smirked at him tightening his hold on the American's throat. "S-S—" Alfred couldn't form a single word as his face turned an unhealthy shade of blue.

"You're going to have to do better than—" "Stop! What're you doing?" Ivan's voice broke into the moment causing Matthias to unconsciously release his hold on Alfred. Alfred fell to the ground gasping for air which he greedily gulped down. Matthias turned away from Alfred to face the angry Russian holding his hands up in surrender. "I know this looks bad but—" Ivan didn't even resist the urge to punch the Dane in the face.

Matthias fell to the ground unconscious bleeding profusely from his nose. Ivan stepped over the unconscious body sprinting over where Alfred was still crouched on the floor. Ivan placed a hand on Alfred's shoulder rubbing soothing circles into the shoulder blade. Alfred regained his breathing eventually and with Ivan's help was able to stand up. "Are you okay, Alfred?" The Russian asked leading them towards the nurses office. Said American nodded mutely.

Ivan lead the other teen towards a nearby bed sitting down with him. The Russian teen was about to ask if anything hurt when he spotted Alfred's bruised neck and throat. "Oh my vodka. Alfred I'm so sorry that this happened to yo—" Ivan was cut off when Alfred's lips landed on his. Ivan's eyebrows rose in surprise when the American climbed into his lap wrapping his arms around the taller teen's neck.

Before Ivan could kiss back Alfred pulled back. He put his head in Ivan neck tears blooming and falling from his eyes. "I-I'm sorry, Ivan." He sobbed clutching onto the Russian male with a vice grip. Ivan's arms came to wrap around Alfred's waist holding the American close to him. "What are you sorry for, podsolnukh?" Ivan cooed. "I-I just keep getting in trouble and you have to come save me. I don't want to burden you like." Alfred sniffled as tears flowed down onto Ivan's back.

"I save you because I want to. You're my world Alfred. I don't want you to get hurt especially by arrogant pigs like those people." Ivan proclaimed causing Alfred to stop crying and blush. He pulled his head away from Ivan's neck locking eyes with the other male. "Really?" His tone sounded weak but hopeful. "Yes." Ivan said his arms tightening around Alfred. "Can I kiss you?" Ivan asked and before he knew it he and Alfred were connected at the hip.

Ivan licked Alfred's bottom lip asking for entrance which he received not a second later. Their tongues intertwined with one another in a hot, passionate kiss that could only be described as love. After a minute they needed oxygen as it was both their first kisses. Alfred smiled breathlessly at Ivan who returned it full force.
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Not long after Ivan and Alfred began dating. And publicly too which was a bit of a shock to the homophobic people at their school as well as Alfred's family. Ivan's family was actually very accepting and welcoming to the new couple. Ivan made sure to stick by Alfred's side at all time to prevent bullies from coming close to him.

It pissed off Matthew that his brother was happy with someone so one day when Ivan was once again held up by a teacher, the Canadian cornered him. "You may think that life is so grand right now, Alfred but just you wait. That boyfriend of yours will realize how much of a slut you really are and he'll leave you. He'll leave you just like everyone else." Matthew stated smirking cruelly at his younger brother.

Alfred cried at the words his brother spewed. Maybe it was true. Maybe Ivan would hate him and realize he wasn't worth it. Matthew saw the look of defeat on his brother's face and laughed victorious before walking away like it never happened.

Little did he know just how powerful his words were to Alfred.
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Alfred had been acting strange lately.

He was pulling away from Ivan. He wasn't paying attention in class. The bags under his eyes just seemed to get bigger and bigger every passing day. The Russian teen knew something was wrong with the American so he snuck in through the back foot closest to the basement. Alfred's usually in bed by then but he wasn't tonight. Actually Ivan heard water running from the bathtub in the bathroom. Ivan walked closer to the bathroom seeing that water was flowing out of the bottom of the door.

When he saw the water was slightly pink, he immediately knew something was wrong. Ivan tried to open the door but it was locked. Scared for the well-being of his boyfriend, Ivan slammed his body against the door causing the wood to break. Ivan ran into the room and what he saw will haunt him for the rest of his life.

There was his sunflower laying in the bathtub wrists slit blood everywhere.

Ivan rushed to his beloved pulling his body out of the tub. He grabbed some nearby towels holding them onto the long, jagged cuts. "Sunflower? Alfred please don't die on me." Ivan cried before rejoicing when Alfred's eyes opened a little. "Vanya?" Alfred asked weakly. "Yes my love. I'm here. I'm here." He repeated trying to stop the bleeding but failing. "I'm...glad I got...to see you....before I die." Alfred smiled his pale complexion only getting worse.

"No no. Don't leave me, Alfred. I can't live without you." Ivan pleaded tears flowing down his face. "I have to go, Ivan. I can't...take this life with them anymore. I can't take....the pain anymore." He told him slowly raising a hand to cup Ivan's face. "We can share the pain. Please live." Ivan pleaded but Alfred shook his head slightly. "I can't live anymore. So maybe you could...live for me. Yeah...live for me." Alfred smiled one last time before the light in his eyes faded and his hand slumped to the ground.

Ivan cried holding his boyfriend in his arms hoping it was all a dream. But it wasn't a dream. It was real and Alfred is dead. Alfred's last words lingered in Ivan's mind.

Live for me.
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