Some casual RusAme where Al and Ivan are kinda just enjoying a nice morning. Ivan’s sitting on the couch looking through channels on the tv and Al on the dining table, eating a bowl of cereal.
And out of nowhere Al says, “I love you.”
Ivan’s reply is instant, as if these are words he’s memorised his entire life, the voice of his lover forever engraved into his (very cheesy) heart and soul. “ So do I, Alik.”
“I really love you like you don’t understand dude.”
“I do. And I feel the same.”
“Okay, but like, I really, really, really love you.”
It’s a sort of promise that never ends as it’s thrown back and forth between the two of them as they try to outdo the other’s declaration. It’s reminiscent of their past - the clash of ideologies and the desire to be better, stronger - but at the same time it is something so utterly new and refreshing. As words grow fonder so do the smiles on their faces.
“Alright, but I’m telling ‘ya, big guy. I love you on, like, a cosmic level; like if some weird freaky thing in space - who is not Tony - abducts me and turns me into one of them I’d still love you.”
“That sounds really stupid, Alfred.”
Mornings are always strange, but it’s another normal morning for them nonetheless.
Person A fights in an underground boxing ring while B is a cop who's worked for months trying to bust it, and goes into the ring in disguise. Horrified when their opponent is person A. RusAme please?
Pairing: RusAme (Russia x America/USA/United States of America) (Human names used)
America (Alfred) as person A
Russia (Ivan) as person B
Special guests: Japan (Kiku), Spain (Antonio) and France (Francis)
It was dangerous. It was illegal. Alfred knew better than to
get involved with this kind of stuff. But the thrill of it all was too
addictive to give up on. It began as a one-time thing. A last resort while in
the need for quick money. But once he began, he kept going back. Every time he
swore himself it would be the last, and yet he always came back. Worst part
was; he knew it was wrong. But it was too addictive. No one could ever know.
Not even Ivan.
“Ivan, are you listening?”
Ivan looked up, turning to look at Francis who looked back
with a concerned look. It was late, and with Kiku at the wheel, they drove to
their destination. They had been tracking down this boxing ring for months, and
had finally gotten a tip on their next event. Now they had to go undercover,
record the evidence, and all of their work would pay off. Ivan was chosen to go
undercover in the ring. His stature and history of boxing in high school made
him the perfect candidate. Kiku would go with him, while Francis and Antonio
remained in the car to keep watch. Easy, right?
“What’s wrong? You need to stay on top of your game
tonight.” Francis warned. Ivan nodded, looking down at his cellphone.
“I know. Sorry. It’s just…Alfred hasn’t answered my texts or
calls.” Ivan said, sighing slightly as he handed his cellphone to Francis. “He
must be angry.”
“It’ll pass.” Antonio assured, smiling as he sat in the very
back, laptop on his lap as he typed stuff in. “His fiancé is one of the
department’s more important detectives, after all. He knows job comes first.”
“I guess.” Ivan then smiled softly. “Though if I get a black
eye I will never hear the end of it.”
“I doubt you would want it any other way.” Francis teased,
earning a playful shove from Ivan.
“We’re here.” Kiku said, parking the car a street away from
the actual location as planned.
“Right! Let’s see. Checking, checking. Camera good to go,
mic and earpiece working.” Antonio hummed, looking across the multiple programs
on his laptop. “We should be able to see everything from the camera on Kiku’s
“You know what to do. You go in, fight a few rounds, record
stuff, get out, and we call it a day. If there’s any trouble, use the safe word
and we’ll call for backup.” Francis explained, Kiku and Ivan nodding. “Good
luck guys. We’ll be here.” And with that, Ivan and Kiku stepped out, and took
They walked all the way to a seemingly rundown warehouse,
walking up to a large door before banging on it. A few seconds later a man
opened the door slightly, looking over at the two. He didn’t say anything,
until Kiku pulled out a stack of 20s and showed them to the man. The man’s eyes
glistened, opening the door as he took the stack and flipped through it, only
to then hand it back to Kiku and gesturing them inside.
“…have fun.” He said, allowing them inside. The two walked
right in, the doorman closing the door before returning to his post. They
walked down the stairs, following the lights and the sound of cheers echoing
across the compound, reaching to the arena. It was a circular pit of dirt right
in the middle of the large room, elevated walls giving to the audience areas
that kept them separated by the built-in fences. People cheered as currently
two boxers fought for their lives and fame down in the pit, the ground beneath
splattered with dried up blood from previous fights. They were intruders in a
honey trap. One bad move, and they were screwed.
“Hey there!” A man chimed in, walking over to the two.
“Welcome to the ring! You guys can call me the Ringleader around here. Are you
here to bet or are you here to participate?” The man asked. Kiku cleared his
“To participate. This is my fighter, Ivan, and I’m his
sponsor.” Kiku said, offering his hand for a shake, to which the man accepted.
“Ah! A new fighter! New blood is always welcomed!” The
Ringleader said, walking over to Ivan before walking around him, inspecting
him. “Quite the tall fella.” The Ringleader said, patting on Ivan’s shoulder
before walking over to Kiku. “Follow me, I’ll take you to the locker room.”
With that, he led the two away. The locker room seemed to be even more bloody
than the actual arena. There was dried blood on the seats and floor, boxers
preparing for their fights while those who had already gone were either laying
on a bench unconscious or being fixed up by their sponsors.
“You’ll wait here and ready until we call you. Put on a good
show, alright?” The Ringmaster asked, smirking to himself before walking away.
Kiku and Ivan glanced at each other momentarily.
“I’ll be watching you from the stands.” Kiku said.
Kiku’s eyes narrowed. “Be careful out there.”
Ivan smiled. “Of course.”
It took a while for Ivan to reach his turn. Every time a
fighter came back into the room they were either smiling in victory or fuming
in defeat. Regardless, they would always return with broken bones and bloody
bodies, giving Ivan a glance of what he had to prepare for. He wore bandages on
his hands, a pair of boxing shorts, and no shoes. Standard attire. No gloves.
Just fists and flesh.
“Ivan, you’re up!”
Ivan stood up, walking past the resting fighters down the
hallway towards the arena. He could hear the roar of the crowd that waited for
more slaughter, more excitement, more blood.
“Next up, on the blue corner, we have a fierce new
competitor fresh off the ring! Standing at 182 centimeters, give a loud welcome
to Ivan The Terrible!!!” The announce yelled, the crowd cheering in response.
“(Ivan the Terrible? Really?)” Ivan thought, slightly
annoyed at the nickname before stepping out into the arena. Just one fight.
That’s all he had to endure for tonight. He could see the people hanging off
from the fences, yelling and cheering on as they made bets and comments.
“And on the blue corner, our fan favorite! Standing at 175
centimeters, give a shout to our current champion, the one, the only, the
fierce, the Alfred the Hero!” The announcer yelled, receiving a loud wave of
cheers as the fan favorite began to step out of the shadows. Ivan got ready,
rising his fists and preparing for anything…but he could have never been
prepared for what he saw next. Stepping out of the shadows was a familiar
blonde with familiar blue eyes, wearing blue shorts with white stars on them,
and bandages on his fists. His heart seemed to stop in its place as his eyes
widened, his opponent reacting the same way, his smile fading into an
expression of shock and horror.
“Alfred.” Ivan whispered, staring down at his fiancé. Why
was he here?
“I…Ivan…” Alfred said, shaking his head in disbelief. What
was HE here?!
“Oh shit.” Kiku whispered under his breath, his eyes widening in disbelief. Oh shit was an understatement, and he could already hear Antonio and Francis frantically screaming from the car. Ivan nor Alfred moved, simply staring at each other, unknowing what to do, what to say. How do you explain your fiance that you are part of an underground boxing ring? How do you explain your fiance that you are going undercover to expose such underground boxing ring? Neither of them could form the words, or actions. Soon the public began to get annoyed, yelling out in anger, asking them to fight already. The Ringmaster looked over annoyed. Kiku gulped, tapping on his glasses slightly. Francis was quick to respond, quickly speaking to Ivan’s earpiece.
“Ivan! You have to fight! Otherwise your cover will be blown!” Francis insisted. Ivan shook his head.
“But…” Ivan began, hesitating. How was he going to fight his fiance? The love of his life? Alfred’s eyes wondered across the arena, seeing the displeasing looks of the fans as they complained for them to fight. Around the crowd he caught Kiku’s eyes, who looked back at him with a worried expression. Alfred’s eyes narrowed, and gripped his fists. Undercover. This was what Ivan was going to go undercover to…and unless he fought him, they would be exposed…and who knows what might happen to them.
“(I can’t let that happen.)” Alfred thought. Steeling himself, and gripping his fists, he dashed forward, launching a fist right at Ivan. It snapped Ivan out of his trance, having him side step to avoid the hit before pushing Alfed away.
“What are you doing?!” Ivan hissed.
“What does it look like you coward? I’m looking for a fight!” Alfred yelled, gaining cheering from the fans as he launched at Ivan again. Ivan blocked and dodged the punches, at one point grabbing a hold of Alfred’s wrists to keep him from punching anymore.
“Alfred I don’t want to-!” Ivan began, but was interrupted when Alfred threw his head back, and slammed it forward, headbutting Ivan with all of his force, causing them both to gasp out in pain. As Alfred rested his forehead against Ivan’s, he looked into his eyes with worry.
“If you don’t fight me, you’ll end up being ratted out, and Kiku will be right in the middle of it all!” Alfred whispered, before pushing Ivan away and getting back on his stance. Ivan paused, glancing back at Kiku momentarily before admitting, he was right. Kiku was among the crowd, with the Ringmaster just a few feet away. Any wrong movement, and the crowd would throw themselves onto Kiku like a pack of wild animals. He couldn’t let his partner take the fall for his faults on the job.
“Damn!” Ivan hissed, gritting his teeth before turning back to Alfred. He only hesitated for a moment, mouthing ‘I’m sorry’, before dashing towards him. The two exchanged punches and hits, taking away each other’s breaths as they did their best to aim at strong parts of the body, but from time to time hitting somewhere they never meant to hit. Blood began to spill, much to each other’s dismay, the cheering of the crowd all but ignored as they focused on each other.
“What the hell were you thinking of doing this?!” Ivan asked as he blocked a punch, his voice masked by the screaming of the crowd.
“I never wanted you to know!” Alfred said, throwing a few punches before jumping back, avoiding another punch. “It was only meant to be temporary!”
“When this is done getting your wounds healed up will be the least of your problems.” Ivan assured, throwing more punches as Alfred blocked them.
“It’s not like you could have ever figured it out, you’re never home!” Alfred yelled, landing a punch right on Ivan’s cheek, much to his surprise. “Sorry!” Ivan stepped back, wiping blood from his nose before attacking again. Alfred dodged a few punches, only to get hit hard on the shoulder, sending him a few steps back. Alfred smirked a bit. “Guess you haven’t lost your touch.”
Ivan smirked back. “I guess I haven’t.” Soon however, the crowd began to become even more anxious and loud, yelling each of them to finish the other, to kill them, to end it. Even the Ringmaster was getting a tad bit tired of the longevity of the fight.
“Alright, how about we throw a few more punches, and I knock you out, just as the champion should?”
“Fine.” Ivan said. “Don’t hold back now.”
The two fought again, throwing punches back and forth as they set up the stage for the ‘knock out’…until fate’s twisted sense of humor decided to pull on their legs. Just as Alfred was meant to dodge a punch, he slipped on the sand beneath, tripping forward just as Ivan threw a punch. Neither could stop their movements in time, as Alfred fell right into the punch, receiving its full power as it knocked his head to the side with a loud SNAP. Blood escaping his lips before falling onto the floor beneath. Ivan felt his heart jump up to his throat. Oh god no.
“Alfred!” Ivan screamed dropping onto the floor besides him and quickly picking Alfred up in his arms. “Alfred, talk to me!” Ivan begged, gently cradling Alfred, afraid he would end up hurting him more. The crowd watched in confusion, and Kiku took this chance to finally call for back up.
“Hetalia.” Kiku whispered, the safe word quickly activating the back up procedure for them. Before the Ringmaster could go any further, there was shouting, a loud bang, and the sound of footsteps as Antonio and Francis entered the room with their guns in their hands, and police back up right behind them.
“Police Department everyone get your hands in the air!!!” Antonio yelled, and just like that, panic ensued, the crowd dispersing as they all began to scramble to escape before getting caught. The Ringmaster was just about to make his get away before being tripped by Kiku, who quickly got his gun on him.
“Not so fast.” Kiku hummed, causing the Ringmaster to growl in anger. Down in the arena, ignoring the chaos around them, Ivan held Alfred, who groaned in pain in his arms.
“Jeez….you sure know how to throw a good one…” Alfred groaned.
“You’re not suppose to fall into my punch, Alfred.”
“Yeah…but you have to admit I put up quite a show.” Alfred flinched. “I think I broke something.”
“I would be surprised if you didn’t.”
Alfred frowned, looking up at Ivan. “I’m sorry. I only did it once for the heck of it, and I told myself I would stop but I kept coming back for more…”
“You should of told me.” Ivan gently moved some of Alfred’s hair away from his face.
“I know…I just didn’t want to disappoint you, I guess.”
“Alfred.” Ivan leaned in, gently landing a kiss on his lips. “I love you, and always will, regardless of everything and anything. You can count on me, just as I can count on you.”
❝ Good luck, sir. It’s the casino toss — you know how at the casino, when they give you chips, they say ‘good luck, sir’. They don’t tell you that ‘sir’ means ‘dummy’ and ‘good luck’ means ‘fuck you’. ❞
Ben Affleck as Ivan Block in Runner Runner (2013) dir. Brad Furman
What do you think of the Rose and Tarotprose situation
How did I know you would ask this? 🙃
Well for one, it’s not a situation. Ivan blocked Rose. That’s all.
Two, how she handled it? Not great, because again, it wasn’t a situation. People are allowed to unfollow or block at their discretion without explanation.
And three. This doesn’t need to be a big shebang. BUT you are welcome to come to your own conclusions by reading the post that was made about her as to why people may make the decision to unfollow and/or block.
Personally I can’t support this action and many others that she has demonstrated, but it’s hard to admit that I’ve been feeling that way for a while because of the influence her blog and platforms have.
As much as I can help it, I want my blog to be a safe space for people of color, lgbtq+, mentally ill, chronically ill, disabled, etc.
I hope that answers your question.
And yes - she is allowed to do as she pleases on her blog! No one can force her to do anything. It’s your choice to support or not, and no one is stopping you!
Hang on, why did fem!Alfred say (s)he got their license revoked?
Haha well that’s kind of a funny story haha you’re gonna laugh when you hear it lol
It’s like 9pm in the spring, and Ivan felt like he needed to test Alfred’s devotion because of something someone said (not gonna name names). So he calls and says that he’s seriously injured himself, he needs immediate medical attention, he could die, etc. Alfred’s freaking out and he drives to his house really fast. Little does he know he’s breaking the limit by like 20 miles per hour, and the police are trying to pull him over. He’s thinking, “no no no I have to get over to Ivan, he’s just a block or two away now, I’ll just keep driving and they’ll help him when i get there”
When he gets there, Ivan’s all smiles and he’s like, “You made it here surprisingly quick” So Ivan gets punched in the face and the cops take Alfred away cause he was seriously about to wreck him for this stunt. Ivan bails him out as quickly as possible, but Al totally broke up with him and wouldn’t speak to him for like 2 months. On top of that he has a bunch of speeding tickets and violations anyways. (he’s a pretty bad driver when it’s just him in the car cause he gets distracted)
So yeah, this happened years ago so his license is suspended for maybe another year… haha fun story rite