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Chapter 3 – Questions and Answers

Alfred lay in his bed, curled up in a defenseless ball of tears. He hated not knowing how he felt, or rather, why he was feeling that way. He felt sick to his stomach, and not even burgers sounded good to him. "Why…?" He whined into his pillow that was now soaked with tears. Then, later, after he felt that he had no more tears left, he glanced over in the direction of his cell phone, and wished he could see better. He reached over for it, and unlocked it from memory. '287437' were the characters he typed, which, spelled out 'BURGER.' It was not the best, nor the strongest password, but he never seemed to care. He started to scroll through his contacts, and he was squinting so that he could barely make out what they said. When he finally got to "Commie Bastard" in his contacts, he took a deep breath, inhaling sharply before deciding that he had to do this. He had to call Ivan. He had to get answers. He pressed the call button, and pulled the device up to his ear, waiting in patience for the Russian to pick up. Some five minutes later, when all that the phone had done was ring, he hung up, and threw his head backwards against a pillow. He almost began to cry again, but choked back the tears on his own. "Alfred F. Jones, you are stronger than this." He told himself. He sat up, brought his knees to his chest, and set his phone down for a bit so he could collect his thoughts. "Ok, so he might just be busy… or maybe, he's just as confused as me? Yeah, that could be it!" He whispered to himself excitedly. "Maybe I should try calling again. Then again, that might make me seem needy. What if I am then? Huh. As long as I don't call him like, ten times or something, I'm all good, right? Right." With that, he straightened himself out, ceased his sniffling, and put his knees down. He leaned up against the wall, and squinted back down at his phone. He could hardly see a thing. That was when he remembered that he had some contact lenses in the drawer next to the bed. He hated them really, he much preferred his glasses, and he felt like they were a part of his style. However, he reached into the drawer, and pulled them out, and he carefully began to put them in, one at a time. It was agitating, but when he was done, he blinked, and looked around. Well, at least he could see now. He looked back down at his phone, and clicked the button to call Russia again. He put it up to his ear, and waited.

"Привет, Alfredka." Came the husky reply from the other end of the line.

Alfred blinked, and was unsure of what to say now that he had actually gotten this far. "U-um, about today, I-" He trailed off, realizing that his voice was a bit shaky.

"Shh…" the Russian whispered into the phone. "I know. I should not have done what I did. I got carried away. There is simply no way you could ever return what I feel. I was a fool for even thinking that you would."

Alfred took in a breath. "No dude. Listen. You've got it all wrong. I really wanted to talk about this. I think I might actually-"

He was cut off by the Russian. "No, I know already. You do not like me, and that is fine. I acted out of turn. Had I just killed you, this would be far easier. Then again, it would have been easier on you to kill me that day in the snow. Instead, you managed to carry me all the way back to town. If you had killed me then, I would not have had the opportunity to almost kill you earlier today."

"You are totally missing the point, dammit!" Alfred snapped.

Taken aback, the Russian could not even form words. Instead, there was dead silence on his end of the line.

"I love you!"

There it was, clear and plain as day, out in the open. He had said it, and he meant it too.

Author's Notes: *I do not condone communism, but I have no ill feelings towards those who support it. The insult was to maintain character only. Please don't take offense! I love you all!

Translation: Привет - Hello