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Fic Battle and Wars

  • Sep. 5th, 2010 at 9:08 PM
Title: Battles and Wars
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Russia, America, RussiaxAmerica, OC!New York, OC!Alaska
Rating: T
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: A short oneshot on Ivan fighting insanity with Alfred helping each step of the way.



Ivan couldn't breathe.

The darkness was closing in on him. Tighter, tighter, tighter. Could barely take the air that his body so desperately needed.

He choked and shuddered. He fell out of his bed.

It had been long. Too long since he last let the insanity control him completely. He hated it but it kept the nightmares away.

The memories.

It begged to be let back in, to allow him to forget. To allow his not to feel anymore.

Weak from the memories he allowed it. He opened his mind to the insanity.

It felt oddly familiar as it started to settle once more.

A hand grabbed his arm.

His eyes opened wide. There in front of him was Alfred watching him.

The insanity screamed its protests. It didn't like Alfred. Alfred kept it from where it wanted to go.

He struggled to get away from Alfred who in turn held tighter to him. Alfred gathered him in his arms and held him closer to his chest.

Ivan gripped Alfreds shirt tightly. He was afraid if he let go then the insanity would take its grip on him again.

It slowly retreated into the dark corners of his mind, significally smaller than before.

Wordlessly Alfred gathered him and got him to his feet. He led them to the first bedroom on the right of theirs.

Opening it they walked in and Alfred guided him towards the crib. Ivan looked in it and saw their three month old son Alaska sleeping soundly.

A peace started to fill Ivan.

Alfred pulled him once more into the next bedroom. Opening it he saw their one year old daughter New York in her crib wide awake and playing with her dolls.

When she saw them she exclaimed happily before gurgling something.

Ivan walked to her and picked her up. Alfred watched from his place in the doorway.

Ivan held her for a moment before placing her back in her crib.

Peace, and most importantly sanity, settled in him once more.

He hugged Alfred who returned it before they returned to their room.

Another battle was won and soon the war would be as well.

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vesryn

Jan. 3rd, 2011 05:53 pm (UTC)
Oh think I read this somewhere else, but I forgot to leave a comment.
This is so sweet.
I was a little surprised that New York was still one year old, but I guess it works. But if New York's still an infant; does this mean that all 50 are still babies? Between Russia and all the babies America must never sleep.
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