My first RUSAME fic, plz be kind.

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Hmmm.

Alfred stares critically at the new transfer student Ivan Bragniski. He's sitting all alone at his very own lunch table, having a very intense staring competition with a plate of untouched pizza. The small smile on his face spreads.

Creepy.

Alfred's eyes squints as he gives the guy 4 tables away from him a very stern once over.

He takes another heavy slurp from his Pepsi.

"So what's your status on him?" His Japanese friend asks, taking another petite bite from the sorry excuse of a lunch.

Lately Alfred's been thinking how possible it was to fall in love with someone you've never met. Kiku said very possible due to all the research he'd done from shougo manga but Alfred implied it as very... no EXTREMLY impossible. I mean, you just don't up and fall in love with someone you just met. It just wasn't done. But when Ivan Bragniski had transferred into the school that week, Alfred had felt something in his small, hormonic heart when Ivan had introduced himself to the class. Later when he'd filled Kiku in on the strange feeling, kiku had classified it as love. Alfred wouldn't go for it. Really, he didn't even know the guy. How could he be in love?

To hell with that logic.

Kiku then proposed it as a theory. Now theories Alfred could handle. He would prove this theory wrong. So wrong that anyone who believed in love at first sight would want to go build a fire and die in it.

"I don't know... "Alfred turns his gaze to his half eaten hamburger, picking it up to finish the deed. With a mouth full of veggies and meat preserves he continues. "I mean on one hand, he's like, creepy and Russian and stares at people and things a lot with that creepy smile." He takes a big swallow. "But on the other he's tall and handsomishly cute and his eyes are pretty cool and he's tall and that nose is adorable and he's TALL and... well... he looks kinda lonely, don't ya think?

He sighs and plops his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his palm as his eyes wonders over to Ivan who is now slowly picking up the lunch, daring to take a bite. Alfred watches at the Russian's facial expressions slightly amused as he tries to make the straw of his Pepsi enter his mouth without looking.

"He doesn't look lonely to me" Kiku interjects.

"Dude, what are you on? Do you not see him sitting there all the fuck alone?" Alfred's eye doesn't avert but instead glow with a slight mirth as he watches Ivan eat. "Dude, look at the poor guy's face." He mumbles mostly unconsciously but Kiku looks anyway.

Ivan's face is a mixture of disgust and confusion as he slowly chews at the pizza.

Alfred chuckles breathlessly, a small grin appearing on his face as he suddenly stands. "Let's go sit there." He more than demands, picking up his tray.

"What, no!" Kiku exclaims, a little surprised.

Alfred's face takes on a look of confusion as his eyebrows furrow and his lips purse. "Why?"

Kiku, not wanting to reveal that Ivan kinda creeps the hell outta him fumbles with his words to think of another explanation before he grabs hold of one. "W-well I thought you weren't in love with him. Why do you wanna sit there then? Except if I was righ-"

"Dude. Just cause I don't wanna see a guy lonely doesn't mean I'm in love with them." Alfred explains in that 'duh, ya retard.' tone of his. "Now come on." He smiles, already advancing towards the table.

Kiku begrudgedly follows.

"Heyyy" Alfred smiles, setting his tray down next to the Russian.

Ivan stops his chewing and looks in Alfred's direction with slightly amazed eyes to see Alfred smiling down at him. His cheeks glow a slight pink. That smile. "Oh. Привет." He smiles back the best he can manage.

End of chp1.

Should I continue? R&R

Translation: привет means hi in russian