Alfred stared at him, utterly confused. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me. I'm not doing that. I'd rather give up everything I've worked for than admit to what you're telling me." Proud as ever, Alfred fully refused to take Ivan's advice and stop shipping the Middle East technology greater than they had ever seen before. "You just want me to stop so I can fall under your little spell and then break down!"
Desperate, Ivan kept trying to speak. "Alfred, listen to me! They're going to kill you and do far worse than just crash into your buildings. Giving them technology like that is a bad idea! Listen to me!"
Laughing at the older man's fear that flashed in his purple eyes, Alfred smirked. "Ah, Ivan Braginski. Quite the sweetheart you are, but it's not worth acting anymore. With this technology I'm giving them, they'll be so thankful they won't attack me! I'm a hero, and nobody attacks heroes. Except for people they've been fighting for centuries..." He took this to glare at Ivan coldly. "...like you. Give me three good reasons why I should trust you, Ivan. After all of these years of threats and bloodlust, you now want to help me?"
Ivan frowned a little, knowing he had lost. Fighting with the stubborn American would be like telling a honey bear it couldn't break a honeycomb open to get the honey. "Alfred, I'm just trying to help a fellow country. You're right; we have been fighting a long time. But think of this: I'm allied with the people you're giving weapons to. If I really hated you and wanted your demise, wouldn't I tell you to keep sending them weapons rather than to stop? For once, just think before you do anything too stupid and rash like usual, okay? That's all I'm asking."
"Who's the hero here, Ivan?" Demanded Alfred, sounding nicer than planned. "You're a fucked up bitch who thinks it's fun to torture people and keep them as your slaves. Don't lecture me on thinking and listening to others. Did you listen to Toris when he screamed for you to spare him or his brothers?"
Sighing, Ivan looked away. "I didn't come here to argue about our pasts, Alfred. So don't start an argument. We're going to be labeled as traitors because I came here to warn you about danger that's coming, and you're ignoring logic as it's hitting you in the face! You'll never be anything but a child who needs to be watched!"
"THAT'S IT! GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY HOUSE, IVAN!" Shouted Alfred as he pointed to the door, anger plastered on his face. "COME HERE AGAIN AND I'LL KILL YOU! HEAR ME? CROSS MY BORDERS AGAIN AND YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!"
Obediently, Ivan left the room. He knew it was too late for Alfred to have any sense shoved into his brain. "When it happens...he'll know. He'll know I was right and come back, trying to get help. Either that, or he'll get knocked down from his throne."