Ivan had the feeling that someone was staring at him with intense hate. Alfred. He just knew it without even turning around. He kept his amethyst eyes on Arthur, who was droning on and on about something in front of the conference room, and ignored the American. Ivan slumbered into the chair that he was on so that he almost hid his face behind his scarf. Feeling uncomfortable about the glare himself. He closed his eyes, thinking about someone, who was waiting for him at his house.
Alfred on the other hand glared at the villain that was across form him. Earlier, when had came in the summit late (again); the only seat was across from the Russian. Alfred had bothered Arthur to be a gentleman and move in the vacant seat. Arthur had told him to go away and stayed at his seat. Alfred grumbled and sat in the seat. He decided to glare at his enemy and try to get his attention, but the other didn't budge a millimeter toward his way. Alfred hated it. He hated it ever since Gilbert had moved in with the Russian, why, because several weeks after Ivan completely ignored him.
The blonde puffed and picked up a pen about to doodle an England with worms as eyebrows- 'Wait on a second thought.' Alfred's eyes glinted as he cast a glance at his villain, then to the rest of the nations. 'Well no one's looking…' The blonde thought. He raised his hand up a bit and threw the pen the Russian's head.
Hi again~ Short. I know. I have been having a writers block for a while, so this is all I could get out. Anyways just to let you know no lemon(!), my fingers are too innocent to write it. So it might be fluffy I guess. The next time might be a while so yeah. Hope you like it~
Oh and if there's anything wrong please tell. :)