#summer camp was the friends we made along the way but uranium was what held us together˚✧₊⁎

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With camp over, I think that uranium’s getting picked up @kaiga555

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Cabin #7 (7Wonders of the Turtleverse)

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LRTIHEW: Part Twenty Five

The title stands for “Longest Rusame Thing I Have Ever Written”.

First Chapter: https://gospacegay.tumblr.com/post/165808913233/lrtihew-part-one

Previous Chapter: https://gospacegay.tumblr.com/post/166625960863/lrtihew-part-twenty-four

There is swearing, fluff, smut, insanity, and lord knows what else.

Ivan flushed a little, excited to see his dearest companion. Sweeping Alfred into an entirely unprofessional hug, the giant of a nation squeezed hard before letting go. ���Oof! Glad to see you too!” Alfred chuckled, willing in the exchange. Canada watched silently, brows raised. “Bad news first.” Ivan finally replied, resuming his calm composure.

“Okay. Japan is out. He declared neutrality. Poor little guy ran out of steam I guess. That and Tokyo was bombed. It's a mess. The International headquarters for Nintendo was wrecked! I'm so sad! I don't even know when the next Pokemon game is going to come out now! How am I supposed to collect them all?” Alfred complained, going off track like usual.

Canada cleared his throat, glaring at his brother. America looked confused a moment, then grinned. “Oh... good news! I brought cookies... and Mattie is being the best bro ever. He won't help with the fighting, but he was going to offer medical services or something. Also... I got permission to use nuclear bombs... if we absolutely had to.” The airy conversation went serious in a second, not suiting Alfred at all.

Truthfully, Ivan was having a hard time stopping his boss from using nuclear warfare. It was horrendously expensive and doubled global cancer rates. Ivan was finally getting his cancerous impulses under control. His famous chain smoking ways was now a pack of cigarettes daily. Before, if Russia was stressed, he'd burn through heaps of smokes.

Accepting the box of almond cookies, the Russian became lost in thought. The worst conclusion became the most clear. “Alik, walk with me. Follow if you must Matvey, but beware. You walk with monsters.” Ivan warned, as deadpan as ever. Alfred followed, being unusually mature. Canada, hesitated, then chased after to catch up.

They walked to the edge of the military camp, only ten miles from the Chinese border. Fresh pits in the grassy landscape revealed recent battle. Gazing at the beautiful destruction, Ivan looked to his freckled companion. He would speak in English, if only to appease Alfred. “I am going to use the bomb, Alfred. I do not wish to, but... I have no choice.” Ivan said solemnly. “You always have a choice. The bomb... It is excessive.” Canada protested, quite brave today.

“I have to agree with Mattie here.” Alfred agreed. Ivan sighed, looking at the ground. “Ever since I became politically neutral, People have become less afraid of me. Most of Europe is beginning to like me again. Unfortunately my former states now see me as weak. They sap my strength everyday with their lesser battles. I will be eventually destroyed, if only for the oil deposits I own.” He explained, expression pained.

“We could fend them off, we could... I don't know... conquer a few little guys to set an example.” America offered, putting a reassuring hand on Ivan's shoulder. Appreciating the gesture, Ivan chuckled. “No Alik. As the USSR, I beat, starved, and tortured many. It did nothing to stop their will.” the ash blonde replied, comfortable enough with their unique bond to share such sensitive topics. Canada dragging along was less than welcome, but he was basically America's emotional baggage handler as it was.

“But... the bomb is so extreme! Japan was afraid to look at me for decades after I hit him with two” Alfred opposed, surprisingly conservative about nuclear use.

Ivan shook his head ruefully, replying. “No. You don't understand. I am a landlocked nation with oil, uranium, coal, and steel. I need to be feared, or I will be destroyed by my neighbors. I don't have a military big enough to even fully defend myself. That is the situation I am in Alik. I do not have the luxury of two oceans to protect me. I don't have the luxury of friendship, or vacations. I do not have the luxury of being... myself. I need the bomb. Any bomb. I need to be feared.”

“But... it can't be that bad.” Alfred protested, stubborn as ever. “Fourteen. I am bordered with fourteen other countries across eleven time zones. If it's not China, it will be someone else.” Ivan argued, becoming irritated. Why did America have to be so dense?

Alfred looked despondent, then angry. “So that's it? You have to run off and bomb shit and stop being friends because of what... some need to be scary? That's fucking stupid. I reject it, and you can fuck off.” he snarled, arms crossed. Canada looked pensive, glancing at his younger sibling. Ivan giggled, delighted his companion was so concerned over their friendship. It made the northern nation feel so warm and giddy.

Switching to his native tongue, Russia leaned in and grabbed Alfred playfully. “No worries, Alik. You saved my life twice, and recovered my body once. I will always be thankful, and happy to see you. We are kin born of blood and battle, our bond strengthened in the fires of war.” Ivan assured with a soft half lidded gaze, affection blatantly obvious. He kissed Alfred on the cheek just once, a quick thing, then let go.

Alfred blushed madly, lost for words. “I... umm... okay.” the honey blonde stammered, caught off guard. “Now, if all is settled on that matter. Let us discuss drop sites in the tent. This heat is terrible in uniform.” Ivan cheered in English, clapping his hands together. “What? What was that?” Canada asked with furrowed brows. “It's... Everything is great. Let's go talk about... that.” Alfred murmured, looking slightly shocked. The scene was adorable to watch. Ivan distantly wondered how fried Alfred's brain would become from a real kiss. The ancient Russian's libido perked up vaguely at the idea, long neglected for decades.

“I don't want to be any part of this.” Canada objected, shoving his hands in his jean pockets. He headed off to the temporary airstrip, head held high. “You should come with me.” Ivan purred, tugging Alfred along by his sleeve. The urge to taste and conquer his companion burned fiercely in the Russian's mind, not fading at all. Normally he had much better control over such things as kissing and touching. Today was just random he supposed.

“Guess I can forgive you for using bombs. Man, I feel uncomfortable with picking the spots to use it...” Alfred admitted, his wits mostly returned. “Just... Please don't bomb Beijing. I know its a sound strategy, but neither side hasn't even lost a million yet. Twenty four million live there, it would be horrible.” the honey blonde continued sadly. Ivan disliked Alfred being so upset, lifting his face to match the Russian's purple gaze. Summer blue looked away, distraught.

There was little else to say about the heavy subject. They walked back slowly to the camp center, side by side. “I have to go, but take care of yourself, okay?” Alfred said, his usual cheer and pomp returning. With a whine, Ivan trapped his American companion. “No, no, just a minute.” Russia protested, physically dragging Alfred inside the tent office.

Ivan locked in a real kiss, aching for touch. His sunflower's lips were so soft and perfect. Shivering from the sensation Ivan squeezed Alfred closely. “Take care of yourself, and eat healthy... and don't be afraid to visit.” Ivan whispered, desperation hurrying his touches. The second kiss was more forced and exploratory but still willing. Alfred groaned into it, blushing a beautiful shade of pink.

“The same goes for you. Don't... don't kill too many people while I'm gone... and if you get lonely, don't fucking talk to a stuffed cat. Call me instead. Maybe we could visit California and beach bum for a day...” Alfred replied after gasping from another kiss. Three wasn't enough. Ivan wanted a hundred kisses, he wanted everything. Feverish with the need to mate, Ivan pressed closer. He whimpered from frustration, his constrained cock trapped in tight fabric.

As suddenly as it began, the improvised make out session ended. Alfred held Ivan at arms length, looking pained. “I need to think, and I'm about to wreck my nice work pants. So... I'm going to go, okay?” he said, trying to convince himself more than Ivan.

Somewhat clouded by lust, Ivan strained against his captor. “If you must. I could always use help by the desk.” He offered in a husky voice. Preferably, he needed to bend Alfred over the desk. Fucking him senseless, exploring and tasting. The thought was a dominating one. “Not today, big guy.” Alfred dismissed, gone as fast as he arrived. Once again alone, Ivan was now stuck with a moral dilemma and a raging erection. At least one of these things was easy to resolve.