Ivan was sick of his shit. Alfred was such a child and got angry when treated accordingly. All Ivan wanted was to push the annoying blonde down a flight of stairs. The said blonde was currently poking the food on his plate his boyfriend had been so generous to make. Angry lilac bore into frustrated blue as the two stared down one another.
"Eat," Ivan said, finally breaking the silence.
"...I wanted pizza.." Was Alfred small reply. Was he fucking serious?! The boy must have been brain dead to den a perfectly good home cooked meal over some pizza.
"I will shove that Pelmeni so far down your throat that you won't be able to eat for weeks, okay?" Ivan retorted with an innocent smile. Alfred was startled by the comment. Even though they had been dating for a good 3 months, the other man's death threats always gave him a familiar trickle of fear running down his spine. He stopped poking for a second to look up at Ivan with those baby blue puppy dog eyes. The eyes he knew made the Russian melt with love, the eyes that had attracted him to the American the very first time he saw them.
Ivan sighed in defeat and hung his head.
"Put the food in Tupperware and I'll order the pizza."
A smile slowly spread across Alfred's face. Ivan could never say no to him, and that's just the way he liked it. He stood up from his seat and walked around the table so he would be behind his boyfriend. His tan arms wrapped around Ivans' waist as he rested his head on his shoulder before pecking him on the cheek.
"I love you." Ivan mumbled an 'mhm,' in return. Alfred let the other's shoulder dig into his cheek.
"I might even love you more than I love pizza," he teased. A remark to which Ivan turned his head to face the other and said.
"I sure hope so. Though it might be hard for you to love something else than food, you being American and all," He teased back.
"Asshole."
"Only for you."
After pizza and cleaning, the two went to bed. Ivan on the left, and Alfred on the right. They watched a romantic movie and did all the stuff couples did. Wouldn't that be a fucking dream come true? Happily ever after, no worries, no fighting.
Ivan slept by himself in his bed, just like every other night, cold and lonely. For he could only dream of being with the loud blonde seeing as it could never happen. He pretty much screwed up any chance he had with Alfred because of the Cold War. Now everything was just shit. The only hello he got from the other was either glare or a fuck off. And he savored it like any social needy person would, latching on to the words like it would be the last thing he would hear.
He was sick of it, and so tomorrow he planned to change it. He would make it so the blue-eyed boy would know what it was like to feel so needy and get nothing in return. All he needed to do now was wait.