"Amerika…"Russia held onto the sobbing nation. America shoved his face deeper into Russia's chest. Russia grimaced as America's head came in contact with a large wound. "Amerika don't do this." Russia choked out, trying to not upset the slightly smaller male. America let go of Russia and stood up. Russia took this as a good sign and stood up as well. "Ivan, what do I do?" Ivan mentally flinched. He wasn't used to America calling him by his human name. Ivan pulled America into a hug. "I don't know Alfred…" Ivan took the end of his scarf and wiped Alfred's tears…
World Meeting December 5, 2011, London, England
"I vould like to velcome everyone to this month's world meeting." All nations were staring at Germany, afraid of any and every punishment he had to offer. As Germany took his seat, Romano stood up and started to give his annual speech on how America was mooching off of everyone else. Alfred rolled his eyes and turned his attention to England. He was scribbling what appeared to be a drawing off Romano being hung at the old gallows down the street. Alfred chuckled softly and leaned over to England. "So, you're bored too?" England narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm not bored. I'm just used to Romano yapping all the time," England frowned slightly," Being bored is for the stupid and lazy." Alfred pouted and said,"Everyone gets bored sometime Artie…" Arthur rolled his eyes and turned to France who was repeatedly jabbing him in the back. Alfred clicked his tongue and turned back to whoever was speaking.
About thirty-two countries after Romano came Ivan's turn. He started talking about politics and his upcoming elections for president when he noticed Alfred giving him an unattractive death glare. Ugh. Every time Ivan got up to do something, Alfred was always giving him a death glare or whispering nuclear threats. Ivan stopped talking and turned to look at Alfred. All the other nations' eyes followed Ivan's. "Can I help you?" growled the American. A dark aura started radiating around Ivan and he started grinning evilly. "I vas only wondering why you were glaring at me. Are you? Or are you're eyebrows always like that?" America stood up and handed Texas to Arthur. Ivan's grin grew wider. America got on top of the long table and walked towards Ivan.
Alfred grinned wildly as he stepped towards Ivan. When he reached the larger nation, he picked him up by the collar and flung him into a wall. Ivan picked himself up out of the used- to- be -wall leaving an Ivan-sized dent. This was going to be fun. He took out his lead faucet pipe and whacked it into Alfred's head. Ow. Alfred stumbled backwards, off the table. He hopped back up and charged at Ivan. As his head made contact with Ivan's rib cage, a sickening crack was heard throughout the room. Ivan sat on his bottom holding his stomach protectively. Alfred smirked and turned his back on Ivan, obviously believing he won.
"Great move…" Ivan chuckled, "but not good enough." Alfred whirled around to see an empty bottle of vodka being flung at his head. The bottle shattered and a million pieces of glass scattered across the room. Three screams were heard throughout the room. Alfred's scream of pain, Hungary's scream of terror, and Germany's screaming at Ivan.
All nations stood up except for Alfred. Switzerland, Italy, Ukraine, Arthur, and Canada rushed towards Alfred to patch him up. The others stood in a semi circle around Ivan. Ivan merely smirked at them, knowing they couldn't do any real damage to him. Ivan felt many hands lift him up off the ground and out to the hallway. "Damn. Russia what the hell is wrong with you?" France was seething with anger. Of course, right when he was about to make his move on Arthur Ivan had to go and smash a bottle over Alfred's head. Ivan only rolled his eyes and grunted. It's not his fault Alfred was being a horse's ass. Ivan stood up and growled, "The only reason I did that was to get him to stop. I didn't want to fight." Ivan said the last part through gritted teeth. Of course he wanted to fight. He just didn't expect Alfred to give up so easily.
Suddenly the large, detailed doors burst open revealing a pissed off Alfred trying to get away from Switzerland who was screaming things like "Get back here you idiot" or "You ass! Why won't you sit still?" Alfred pushed passed every country until he reached Ivan. "Commie Bastard…" Alfred breathed. Ivan narrowed his eyes and said, "Flattery will get you no vhere Amerika." Alfred balled up his fists and threw one at Ivan. Ivan merely caught it and scolded, "You're injured. I will not fight you if you are injured." With that, Ivan took off. Alfred stared dumbfounded. What the hell was wrong with Ivan?
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