A/N: hey people!

Three now. Mostly trying to get through all my undone stories.

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The moment Ivan woke up he knew something was wrong.

There was something in the air was one of the many signs. He might not be that well equipped with magic as Arthur was but he knew enough to be able to read the signs and it was all over his room.

He sat up in his bed and looked around. Everything still seemed to be the same. Nothing was moved or touched. The bed sheets were still the blood red of communism. And he couldn't feel anything else different in the room.

Except for the pair of arms now circling around his waist jolting him out of his thoughts.

And a familiar voice still muffled with sleep say "Ivan come on, there's nothing today. We don't have to wake up early."

It was the voice of America. His enemy.

He flung the blankets off the bed and it revealed a still sleepy American.

Snarling Ivan grabbed him by the throat.

"Thought you could sneak up on me in my sleep?" he hissed.

Alfred, suddenly awake, choked and managed to push Ivan off massaged his throat.

"What the hell man?" he asked.

Ivan took out his pipe and curled his fingers around it. "I do not know what you believe in America. But I believe it is cowardly to attack someone while they are sleeping."

Alfred frowned. "Look I know groping you isn't the best thing in the world but it isn't attacking you. What the hell are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I am talking about America."

Alfred didn't answer as he looked around the room, confusion clear on his face. "I thought we were at my house last night." he mumbled under his breathe.

His attention was brought to the sheets. He walked over and picked them up slightly with Ivan watching his every move. He ran the sheets through his fingers as he said to himself once more "I thought you changed these."

Without looking at him Alfred asked "Hey. What's todays date?"

"February 15, 1963." Ivan answered.

Alfred dropped the bed sheets and looked at Ivan in something close to horror. "What?"

"February 15, 1963." Ivan repeated.

Alfred dropped back onto the bed shock on his face. "Are you shitting me?" he almost shrieked.

Ivan blinked in confusion. He held the pipe in his hands just incase Alfred choose that moment to bring down his guard and attack. "What?"

"Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap." he said, burying his face in his hands. Ivan saw something shine on his fingers but before he could take a good look at it Alfred brought his hands back down and smiled hesitantly at Ivan.

"So uh. Good to see you again. You may not believe me but I'm from the future." he said.

Ivan blinked. "The future?" so that is the trick the capitalist pig chooses to play. Fine he would play along.

Alfred nodded. "Yep from the year 2039."

"And is the Cold War still ongoing?" Ivan asked.

Alfred shook his head. "Nope but don't bother asking me anything 'bout that. I ain't messing up the past."

"What of you and me? How is our relationship?" he asked.

Alfred started slightly and started to rub the back of his neck. "Well heh. Funny thing about that." he said.

He raised his hand once more and this time Ivan got a good look at the shine on his finger. His eyes widened as he realized what it was.

"We're kinda married in the future."

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