It had been a long time since World War II. The days seemed longer after each war the hero faced. Now, things seemed at a stand still. His old friends would come to visit every once in awhile. Arthur had come as much as humanly possible for no reason at all. And this random guy who looked like him, claiming to be his brother, came to visit. Anyone knew who he was? Was this guy too bored to stay home? Just because he looked like Alfred did not mean he would just barge into his country and claim to be his brother! HONESTLY!

Soon, coming over the threshold was a figure, who he figured to be Arthur carrying flowers and talking to some fairies. But as the figure drew closer, the guy was slowly becoming taller and taller. In his hands were sunflowers and the very cold of his country radiating off of him. "Ivan, what are you doing here?" Alfred asked as he stood from his chair.

"I am here to see how you are, da?"
"Really? What about the—"

"That war was a thing of the past." Ivan said with a serious look. Soon, from behind the tall man came a young boy, Peter. Meaning Arthur wasn't far behind. And surely enough, there he was. He looked at Ivan, then Alfred, and then Ivan again. The youngest nation looked around at the larger nations with curiosity about the tension.

"Why are you so quiet? Aren't you guys supposed to be lively?!"
"Shut up, Peter." Arthur said as he looked at Peter quickly before looking at Alfred. Ivan looked at Arthur and said "Don't be mean to the poor boy. He's only curious."
"See? I—"
"Shut up, Peter." Russia said with a content smile. Peter just lightly huffed before looking away at what was once a seemingly nice nation. Alfred looked at the three in front of him before shaking his head. Just like old times.

He invited the three in his home and they all followed. Peter looked around at the many old things in America's history. Some of the things he decided to bring back from the storage room after a few more years since he last checked. The older nations sat at a table while the curious boy looked around the house. They sat at the kitchen table, but Alfred broke the tense silence after awhile. "Do you guys want any coke or coffee? I don't have tea or vodka, I'm afraid." Alfred said as he looked back at the fridge. "I'm not hungry." The two other countries said without realizing it. They blinked and looked back at each other.

Alfred bit his lip and asked "Is there anything that you guys might need?"
"I was just here to visit!" the two others said again. Alfred blinked and looked around to find something better to talk about. "Besides, comrade, I think Arthur here had something to say before I came here, da?" Arthur quickly shot a look at Ivan who just smiled a tad bit too much at that. "What did you want to say?" Alfred asked suspiciously. Arthur shook his head.

"It's nothing." He managed to say through his frustration.

Ivan just raised an eyebrow that he was resisting that much. But Alfred was buying it. "Oh, alright." He said as he was wondering what frustrated him so much. He was thinking back when the heavily eyebrowed Brit was so frustrated. Last time was probably the Revolutionary War. He couldn't think what could frustrate him more at this moment. Alfred should be the frustrated one! He was in a stand still at the moment, with a lot of tension, more than what was at the table at this moment with just two other men.

Ivan's amethyst eyes looked quite pleased at the situation right now. Alfred stood and went to the bathroom. Ivan turned to Arthur and pulled out two bottles of what seemed like water, but was really vodka. (Well, vodka is Russian water, da?) He gave one to Arthur and said "Here, you seem thirsty comrade." Arthur suspiciously took it and took a sip. It tasted weird. He looked at Ivan and asked "Is this flavored water?" Ivan nodded.

"Da." He said with a smile. Arthur took a few more sips before reality was gone in a drunken mist. By the time Alfred had come back from the upstairs bathroom, Arthur had a gun in his hand and was down to his UK flag boxers. "I claim you and your house in the name of… me." He said as he put an arm around Alfred's shoulders. Alfred shook the drunken Brit off and said "You can't claim me! I live here?"
"Do you have a flag?"
"Yes."
"… Really?!"

"Yeah."

"Ohhh… Well, I'm screwed." Arthur said before starting to cry and saying how unfair it was that his plan was ruined.

"Why?! If I can't conquer you, then how can I say that I love you?!" Arthur cried before stopping and laughing. He was giggling uncontrollably. Alfred turned red. Love? Really? Ivan raised an eyebrow at that. Looks like this would be even more interesting. "Comrade Alfred?" Ivan asked as Alfred looked over. "May I talk to the drunk over there?" Ivan finished with smiling eyes. Alfred figured it was for the best, so he left. Ivan walked over to the giggling ball of Brit before he knelt down and said "I think we can help each other. I'll call you tomorrow, and if my plan works… we can both be into what we want."
"Do you have a flag?" Arthur asked as he looked at the large nation. Ivan sighed and nodded. "I hate my life! Why can't I conquer anymore?!"
"You can, it's called war." Ivan said with a chuckled as he ruffled the blonde's hair. Alfred walked back inside to see the two better. "Can he put on some clothes?"

Arthur looked over at Alfred with pleading eyes. He grabbed Alfred's ankle and pleaded "Why don't you love me anymore?! Remember when we used to talk? And when we used to—What else did we do together?" Arthur cried cluelessly.