It's been a year now that Ivan and I had been married, it's nice.

I cook for him, he cooks for me, it's been like that for a while.

Of course, I do all of the laundry, but he helps cleaning.

When I walked down that isle, I saw what he felt.

He felt so happy, like someone finally loved him for who he is. I was the one. The true one to be with him.

I must say that he looked fine in his black tux, of course, his scarf was still on.

I can't blame him.

It's a secret that we keep together.

Though, he never told me what country it was, since it does not exist anymore.

But, that's not the point right now. The point is that we are finally happy. He's happy, I'm happy. That's the way it's supposed to work.

But, since WWII is going on, it's hard to see him smile again, let alone talk to me like before. Here and there he would have some injuries on his arms, legs, and even face. Sometimes he can barely walk, and it kills me to see him like that. Sometimes, when he isn't home, I would cry to myself. I know he will be alive and well once this war is over, but it's really hard not to think about the bad things that might happen to him.

His sisters accept me.

Even his youngest one does, and he says that she never approves of anyone but her. Which surprises me. When we were at the wedding, I even saw her smile at me. She spoke to me on the phone last night, like I was a sister to her that I never had. She told me that she trusts me with her life.

I was a bit overwhelmed about it, but smiled it off.

It's tricky learning Russian, I'm getting really far on it to where I can read it, but I need to practice on speaking it.

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Ivan and I are at the dinner table, sitting down and enjoying the meal he made for the both of us. He had a glass of vodka while I had a glass of moscato, a sweet white wine I chose while shopping. I'm not big on alcohol, but wine, specifically white, is good. I grab our plates and take it to the sink, he walks up behind me and hugs me, setting his chin on my head.

I can't feel him smiling, but I don't say anything.

After I finish our plates and dry my hands, he kisses me on the cheek.

"I am going to go to bed, are you coming?" He was smiling this time.

"In a little bit, I have a few things I need to do." He nods his head and heads to the stairs, going to our room. I grab a small wash cloth and wet it with water, going back to the dinner table and wiping it down. I hum a small tune and go back to the kitchen, setting the now wet cloth in a basket by our basement door, where the laundry usually goes. I close the curtains in the kitchen, turning off the light and doing the same for the other rooms, the living room, the main room, the second living room, the hallway, and then upstairs. I go into the guest room and look around for the book that I set in there. Once I found it, I went into our room and changed to comfortable pajamas. I looked to my right and saw Ivan sleeping soundly on the bed. I set the lamp by my side on the lowest setting and opened my book to chapter 6. I looked at the time, 9:30. I smiled and began to read.

When I reached to chapter 10, it was now 1. I yawned and set the book down, turning the lamp off and pulling the covers over me, I snuggled closer to Ivan, smelling the cologne still on his shirt and soon drifted to sleep.

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I was standing in a field, a plain white field. I blinked, bodies were placed around me, blood turning the snow a bright red. I looked around and couldn't say anything. I closed my eyes, only for them to open again. I was being held by someone, I looked behind me.

An american soldier.

He had me handcuffed and my hands behind my back, I still couldn't say anything. I looked back to where I was staring before and saw countless american soldiers, having other Russians on their knees and hands above their heads. I felt tears beginning to fall down my cheeks, I felt like I couldn't breathe. The american soldier behind me hit me with his gun on my back, yelling at me to move up.
I quickly did as he was told, walking passed many families and even some dead males and females, the woman and children were crying, along with some of the men, but the others were cursing at the soldiers. I continued walking and soon saw someone standing in front of the whole camp.

"Did you find her?"

"Yes sir, this is her." He turned around, his face darkened, along with anything that wasn't covered with clothing. His hair was blonde, but that was all I could see from the helmet. I still couldn't speak or almost breathe.

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I jumped up, placing a hand over my head and feeling tears falling down my cheeks. I looked at the time, 5 a.m.

I looked to my right again and saw Ivan still sound asleep. I quickly, but quietly, went to the restroom, closing the door and looking at myself in the mirror. Two trails of white were placed passed my cheeks, signaling that I was crying in my sleep. I took a deep breath and turned the water on, cupping my hands and filling them with water, leaning over and washing my face. I grabbed a towel to my left and turned the water off, drying my face. I looked at myself in the mirror again, and they were gone. I set the towel back down and opened the door. Ivan was still asleep and I couldn't sleep anymore. I was tired, but I couldn't sleep. I opened our room door, only to be hit with a small amount of cold wind. I went back into our room and grabbed a brown blanket from the closet, setting it around me to keep warmth.

I went downstairs and went to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and a butter knife, opening the cubboard and grabbing the peanut butter, setting down onto the counter along with the glass and butter knife. I walked to the refrigerator and opened the door, another small cold blast rubbed on me and I grabbed the strawberry jelly, closing the refrigerator door and setting it between the knife and peanut butter. I grabbed the glass of water and took a sip, setting back down and walking to the pantry.

Cereal, fruits, vegetables, oils, spices, bread.

I grabbed the small amount of bread left and put a small amount of pressure onto it, making sure it was still good.

It was a little hard.

"Guess I have to go to the store again later today." I said, setting the small amount of bread remaining to the trash. I put the knife, jelly, and peanut butter back to their regular spots and grabbed the glass of water, taking it to the living room and sat down on the couch, setting the glass down to a nearby coffee table.

"Darn, I forgot my book." I said yawning. My eyelids were heavy. I yawned again and my eyes closed, I tried to keep them open, but sleep soon engulfed me into yet another dream, or nightmare.

Whichever comes my way.

**Ivan's POV.**

I feel a sudden jolt on the bed and hear (Y/n) take a few deep breaths. I kept my eyes closed and hear what she did. Went into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned the water on. Probably washing her face. She opened the door again and I could hear her footsteps, stopping for a second and opening the door, walking to our closet and grabbing a coat or blanket. Her footsteps fade away and I open my eyes, stretching and rubbing my eyes. I grab my scarf and my phone began to ring.

I frowned and grabbed it, answering.

"Da? Ivan speaking."

"We need you over here. Sorry for being so early in the morning and probably disturbing your sleep. But we found something about the americans." I sighed and looked at the open door, putting the phone back by my ear.

"Da, I'll meet you there."

"Alright." I hung up and went into the restroom, taking a shower.

Once I got out, I put the towel around my waist and headed to the closet, grabbing some underwear, pants, a long sleeved shirt, and my coat. I grabbed my scarf from the bed and adjusted it around my neck. I put some socks on and went downstairs, I stopped in the middle and heard something. I smiled and walked to the living room, (Y/n) was on the couch.

"Good morning-" I walked around, she was asleep. I chuckled and leaned over, kissing her on the forehead and headed towards the front door, putting my boots on and heading out to the car.

The air was uneasy, and the air was frigid. I pulled my scarf over my mouth and nose, heading straight. I put my hand in my pocket and pulled out my car keys, pressing the "unlock" button and my car making that beeping sound. I walked closer to it and opened the driver side door.

Once I got in and sat down, I put the keys in and started the car, the motor making the sound of it starting. I looked at the house once more and put the car in drive.

Once I got out of the driveway, I started to see some people out, some walking around, some drunk out of their minds, a few cars here and there, two people, who were surprisingly sober, were fighting about something, and some business people walking to their way to work. Pretty normal.

After a few turns and stops, I was in Moscow. St. basil's cathedral was lit up as usual, the paint still beautifully bright. I took a left and stopped by a sidewalk near a small market and got out, locking my car and walking towards the cathedral, the cold wind began to blow more, and my scarf moved to the right, the wind trying to take it away. I wont let it.

Once I got to the front entrance, I saw the "no tourists or guests allowed" sign and saw two guards standing there. They stopped me and I pulled out my little "ticket" into the inside. They moved to the side and opened the door for me. I walked in and stopped in the middle, I looked around both sides and didn't see any sign of my friend. I sighed and walked towards a door to the main lobby, once I grabbed the knob, I felt like someone was watching me.

"Ivan! Glad you could make it!" I turned around, my friend, Vladimir jogging up to me.

"What is it? I'd like to be home with my wife."

"Right, this way." He began to walk in a different direction than I. I followed behind and he led me downstairs into a hidden room. He grabbed a pair of keys out of his pocket and unlocked it. He opened the door and moved aside, letting me enter. It was dark, and Vladimir followed behind, turning on a faint light.

"He's going to deal with him tomorrow, I thought that you might just want to see." Vladimir said, pointing at a figure across the room.

I slowly walked up to it, my hands behind my back, each step getting louder that the other.

As I got closer to the figure, more now looking like another human, he jolted up and began to look around, his mouth and eyes covered with cloth to prevent him to speak or see. A few muffled sounds were heard, but by the uniform he had on, he clearly wasn't from here.

He's american.

Blonde hair, a small adnormal hair slicked up from his head, a little pale, and by the looks of it, skinny, but not completely skinny.

I feel like I've seen him before, but I do not want to remove any of the cloths from his tainted mouth.

"How did you find him?" I asked, turning around and Vladimir quickly pacing towards me. The american began to muffle more words, possibly cursing towards me or Russia in total.

"He was caught spying in Moscow. He didn't speak, but when he did, you could tell it was an american from the start. Plus that, weird thing in his hair." He said, pointing his finger at the american. I sighed, and looked down, my eyes closed and my right hand on my forehead, pinching it down to the middle of my eyes.

"Have you even tried to communicate with him? Tried to get any information on him?" I said, my face to the right and my hand that was on my forehead to facing Vladimir.

"It was against orders. If we did, you were the only one that new english more than anyone."

"Alright? Why don't we just talk to him now?" I said, my eyes opened again and my face looking straight at Vladimir. His eyes widened as I turned around and began to untie the cloth from the americans' mouth.

"I-I don't think th-that's a good idea Ivan.." I removed the cloth from the american, setting the cloth to the side. He stayed silent.

"Now, you tell us all we know." He still stayed silent, taking a few breaths like he was just sitting at his house, except blindfolded. I sighed, grabbing a chair and sitting parallel to his, staring right at him, crouching over a bit and setting my arm on my knee and my knuckles on my chin. I looked at his throat, a small lump went down, signalling that he swallowed. I smiled a bit, and continued to stare at him. He moved his head to the right, his right ear now looking at me.

"..Fine." I cocked an eyebrow, smirking at the quitting american.

"What, is your name? Mr. American?"

He stood there for a second, taking a deep breath.

"Jones. Alfred F. Jones."