Too Old

Author's Note: Sorry guys, but I'm having serious writers block on Vodka,Lies, And Kisses. I hope you understand. Take this drabble as a sacrifice to the Reader Gods that you all are!

Alfred huffed and slammed the door behind him as he walked into the house. Small crack's appeared in the frame from the force. He dropped a paper bag on the floor and plopped into a couch. The door opened again, and Ivan walked into the house.

"Так детски. Do you plan on pouting for the rest of the day, Америка?" Ivan clicked his tongue in disapproval at the other nation's behavior. Alfred glared unhappily at Ivan and crossed his arms.

"I'm not pouting," He huffed. Russia raised an eyebrow.

"подсолнух , you have been angry for three hours. Over something as ridiculous as this."

Alfred sniffled, and tears formed in his sky blue eyes. He glanced down at the paper bag on the floor and kicked it away from himself- forming a rip in the yellow M. Ivan shook his head and picked up the trash, crushing it into a ball and tossing it in the trash can.

"All she did was follow the rules. I do not see why you are so upset."

Alfred just pulled his knees to his chest.

"But I wanted that Nightcrawler action figure so bad!" Alfred sniffled. "How could she even think of sayin I'm too old for x-men figures? I'm not too old for a kid's meal! And this is the land of the free! I have rights! To Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of H-"

A bag was raised in front of Alfred's face, and his eyes grew wide. It was small, thin, and plastic. It contained a plastic Nightcrawler figurine.

"I was going to wait for you to calm down, but it seems to be an impossible goal."

Alfred grinned and glomped Ivan with the force of a herd of cattle.
" I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!"

Ivan chuckled and made a mental note to get all the X-Men figurines for Alfred.