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 toget involved with this kind of stuff. But the thrill of it all was tooaddictive to give up on. It began as a one-time thing. A last resort while inthe need for quick money. But once he began, he kept going back. Every time heswore himself it would be the last, and yet he always came back. Worst partwas; 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 backwith a concerned look. It was late, and with Kiku at the wheel, they drove totheir destination. They had been tracking down this boxing ring for months, andhad 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 goundercover in the ring. His stature and history of boxing in high school madehim the perfect candidate. Kiku would go with him, while Francis and Antonioremained in the car to keep watch. Easy, right?
“What’s wrong? You need to stay on top of your gametonight.” Francis warned. Ivan nodded, looking down at his cellphone.
“I know. Sorry. It’s just…Alfred hasn’t answered my texts orcalls.” Ivan said, sighing slightly as he handed his cellphone to Francis. “Hemust be angry.”
“It’ll pass.” Antonio assured, smiling as he sat in the veryback, laptop on his lap as he typed stuff in. “His fiancé is one of thedepartment’s more important detectives, after all. He knows job comes first.”
“I guess.” Ivan then smiled softly. “Though if I get a blackeye 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 fromthe actual location as planned.
“Right! Let’s see. Checking, checking. Camera good to go,mic and earpiece working.” Antonio hummed, looking across the multiple programson his laptop. “We should be able to see everything from the camera on Kiku’sglasses.”
“You know what to do. You go in, fight a few rounds, recordstuff, get out, and we call it a day. If there’s any trouble, use the safe wordand we’ll call for backup.” Francis explained, Kiku and Ivan nodding. “Goodluck guys. We’ll be here.” And with that, Ivan and Kiku stepped out, and tookoff.
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 manopened 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 eyesglistened, opening the door as he took the stack and flipped through it, onlyto then hand it back to Kiku and gesturing them inside.
“…have fun.” He said, allowing them inside. The two walkedright in, the doorman closing the door before returning to his post. Theywalked down the stairs, following the lights and the sound of cheers echoingacross the compound, reaching to the arena. It was a circular pit of dirt rightin the middle of the large room, elevated walls giving to the audience areasthat kept them separated by the built-in fences. People cheered as currentlytwo boxers fought for their lives and fame down in the pit, the ground beneathsplattered with dried up blood from previous fights. They were intruders in ahoney 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 youhere to bet or are you here to participate?” The man asked. Kiku cleared histhroat.
“To participate. This is my fighter, Ivan, and I’m hissponsor.” Kiku said, offering his hand for a shake, to which the man accepted.
“Ah! A new fighter! New blood is always welcomed!” TheRingleader said, walking over to Ivan before walking around him, inspectinghim. “Quite the tall fella.” The Ringleader said, patting on Ivan’s shoulderbefore 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 bloodythan the actual arena. There was dried blood on the seats and floor, boxerspreparing for their fights while those who had already gone were either layingon a bench unconscious or being fixed up by their sponsors.
“You’ll wait here and ready until we call you. Put on a goodshow, 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 afighter came back into the room they were either smiling in victory or fumingin defeat. Regardless, they would always return with broken bones and bloodybodies, giving Ivan a glance of what he had to prepare for. He wore bandages onhis hands, a pair of boxing shorts, and no shoes. Standard attire. No gloves.Just fists and flesh.
Ivan stood up, walking past the resting fighters down thehallway towards the arena. He could hear the roar of the crowd that waited formore slaughter, more excitement, more blood.
“Next up, on the blue corner, we have a fierce newcompetitor fresh off the ring! Standing at 182 centimeters, give a loud welcometo Ivan The Terrible!!!” The announce yelled, the crowd cheering in response.
“(Ivan the Terrible? Really?)” Ivan thought, slightlyannoyed 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 offfrom the fences, yelling and cheering on as they made bets and comments.
“And on the blue corner, our fan favorite! Standing at 175centimeters, give a shout to our current champion, the one, the only, thefierce, the Alfred the Hero!” The announcer yelled, receiving a loud wave ofcheers 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 beenprepared for what he saw next. Stepping out of the shadows was a familiarblonde 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 eyeswidened, his opponent reacting the same way, his smile fading into anexpression of shock and horror.
“Alfred.” Ivan whispered, staring down at his fiancé. Whywas he here?
“I…Ivan…” Alfred said, shaking his head in disbelief. Whatwas 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.”
Alfred smiled softly. “Ah…I love you.”
“I love you too…but you’re still in trouble.”
