Snowy Depression Chapter 2: The sleep over.
"Do you like your yxa da?" Ivan asks smiling like the sunflower that sticks out of his trench coat.
"Yes it is very good, look at Mr. Puffin! He's out cold!" I say laughing wispily. Mr. Puffin's belly is bloated from eating the two bowls of yxa I ordered for him. He ate the first one with lightning speed and started to try and eat mine, so I had to buy another for him.
"You know, Emil, you can stay with me If you can't stand your family anymore" He's says sincerely. His smile is as genuine as it always is when he is around me, but he still makes me uneasy. What makes me uneasy I am not completely sure.
"While I am incredibly flattered by the offer that would just start drama, for Norway would just say you kidnapped and brain-washed me and would declare war on you." I say exasperatedly as I have already considered this option.
"Da, let's go on to another subject then. I bet you are excited to start going to the WC aren't you?" He says glowing like a ray of sunshine.
"WHAT?" I say spitting out the tea I had been drinking.
"Norway was supposed to tell you that you were invited to join the WC. He didn't do that da?" Ivan says cocking his head to the left.
"No he didn't! Oh well, at least someone told me. Who invited me to come?" I say confused that I would even be invited to such a thing.
"Turkey did." Ivan explains, "It was a shock to all of us when he requested for you to join us.
Turkey... He and I stayed together through the Christmas bloodbath…. Does he think I am interesting enough to join the WC? I think to myself.
"Well that was nice of him. Can't believe he would remember someone as boring as me…." I say down-casted.
"First of all you are not boring. You are fun to talk to. Second he asked for you to sit next to him at the meetings." He says as if somewhat disturbed by the second sentence.
I fall silent I have no reply to this. Then it clicks why I didn't know I had been invited. Norway was jealous that Turkey wanted me to sit next him, and wouldn't be able to stand seeing me sit next to someone who liked me other than him (sexually or not, for he always gets mad when I go to visit Ivan).
"Ivan I think I will take you up on that offer to spend the night, I have a feeling Norway won't let me leave for the WC tomorrow if I go back to my house." I say happily with a big smile.
"Yay! I won't be alone with Belarus tonight!" Ivan cheers a little too enthusiastically as he has lunged across the table to hug me. " We'll tell each other stories, and play polish roulette, and lots of other stuff too!"
"That's wonderful but you're about to crack my ribs. You don't have to let go but don't squeeze so tightly!" I say in a voice barely above a whisper from the loss of breath.
"Oops sorry, da, I am just so happy you finally accepted my offer to spend the night. With any luck you'll scare Belarus off. She scares me." He says somewhat triumphantly. He is still holding on to me and is speaking so loudly that people are starting to stare. He swings me left and right laughing the whole time, and, well, I couldn't help but laugh too for some reason.
" I know you must be excited, sir, but you still have to pay the bill." ,Says the waitress as she flicks a stray set of bangs that hang out of her ponytail. She seemed sickened by the scene and was tapping her foot impatiently.
"Right then here is the exact amount of money that should cover the whole meal." ,Says Ivan as he hands the waitress a mixture of bills and coins. This frustrates her, but she becomes pleased after counting the money. This whole time Ivan has managed to not put me down for even a second and it's getting really annoying, But the more I plea for him to put me down the tighter he seems to hold me.
"Put me down this instant! You have carried me longer than enough!" I shout at the top of my lungs.
"Alright, alright, alright I will put you down now." ,and when he sets me down his on his couch. I had been so embarrassed and angry that I didn't notice him open the door.
The room is a little dull, the bright red couch he placed me on is a great contrast from the rest of the room. The couch is made of velvet and very plush. It is so plush that when you sit down on it you sink back into it like you are morphing with the couch.
"What do you want to do first? Polish roulette? Watch T.V.? Take a nap?" Ivan says. He obviously doesn't get many visitors and is both excited to have someone and worried about wither I am comfortable or not.
"How about T.V.? I haven't watched any in a while." I say calmly.
He turns on the T.V. which, of course, is in Russian. He laughs at what I think is a sitcom and tries to put his arm around me, which I immediately shrug off. I see Belarus hiding behind a corner watching me, trying to decipher if I am here to 'steal her man'. She seems very upset by my presence, like a dog when someone she doesn't know is getting close to her master.
"I'll be right back okay? Don't go anywhere now." ,he says running to what I figure is the bathroom.
"You're here to steal Ivan away from me aren't you? You think that you deserve him more than me, so you're just going to take him. Aren't you?" , Belarus says with an abhorred scowl which says it all: You cannot have my brother! His is mine! Piss off you little freeloader!
"Look Natalia I don't like Ivan that way. He is a friend and nothing more. No matter how he makes it seem. I like him a lot, but not in a sexual way. O.K.?" I say as sincerely as possible. I do mean it.
" We'll see. My brother has charms like no other man could ever have!" ,and with that she's off. She runs out the door most likely towards her own.
Ivan comes back and sits down next to me. He tells me jokes and I laugh. We watch more Russian television which I don't quite understand. We end up talking the night away, and the next thing I know I am waking with a drooling Russia hugging me like a stuffed animal. I squirm out of his grip which takes about half an hour, because I don't want to wake him up. He snores like a bear which makes me wonder how I even slept through the night with that vulgar noise in my ear. It is clear to me now that Ivan has a thing for me, but I can't say that in vice-versa.
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