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"Hey, Nat!"

Natalya rolled her eyes, and didn't even bother glancing at Alfred. She instead focused on reading. "What? And I never said you could call me that."

He ignored her annoyance with the nickname. "You wanna play Twister?" He wiggles his eyebrows up and down, making it sound way more sexual than it should. She kept a straight face and turned the page.

"... You seriously did not just ask me that."

He continued his eyebrow-wiggling, not caring that she wasn't even looking at him. After half a minute, she finally made eye contact with him.

"...Fuck you."

In response, he dramatically grabs his chest as if the words shot him. "That's so mean of you to say! I liked it better when you couldn't speak English!"

She switched to Belarusian. "I liked it better when I lived on the other side of the world from you."

"Well- Wait what did you say?"

She rolled her eyes again and went back to her book. She could fully understand English but he was horrible with Belarusian. As if reading her mind, he cuts back in, "Just goes to show how well of an English teacher I am and how horrible of a Belarusian teacher you are!"

At this, her temper gets to her and she throws the book at him. "I hate you. So. Much."

The book hits him square in the face. Since it was a soft cover, it didn't hurt as much, unfortunately. "That's not true!" He looks at the book that hit him, now on the floor. "And I know you like crappy romance novels, but why the hell would you read Twilight?" He picks it up. "It's in Belarusian too!" He flips through the pages. "Wow. I understand absolutely none of this. So it's a lot better than the English one!"

She glared at him and he laughed at her, as usual. The phone then rang. She was glad for a reason to leave the room. She couldn't stand being in the same room as him for too long. She walked over to the phone and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey, girl, why'd you like, run over to America again?"

It was Feliks. Was she really that predictable?

"I needed to stay away from brother again."

"So you like, chose that American over like, me and Toris?"

"Yeah."

"That's like, so totally offensive!"

She felt like laughing a little at that. She kinda missed hearing Feliks's "valley girl-ness". She held the phone closer to her. "Yeah, I know."

"...So are you, like, okay?"

"... Yeah. I mean, Alfred's being Alfred, but I'm holding up." She paused. "So, how are my siblings and Toris?"

"Oh, they're all totally doing like, fine! You're the one we're like, worried about!"

She smiled a little. Of course they were worried about her. She stood there, holding the phone close to her and thinking about her friends and family.

"Hey, can I like, come over?"

This took her by surprise. "Huh?"

"I know it's like, not your place or anything, but I totally wanna visit you. If it's okay."

She thought about it. "Hmm... Alfred would probably be fine with it."

"Okay, yay! I'll be there in like, nine or ten hours. Bye, Nat!"

"Bye."

She hung up the phone. So that's that, Feliks was just going to fly over to America to Alfred's house. All of her friends and family knew where Alfred lived and his phone number since she's lived there before. They used to check on her all the time, too. She walked back into the living room where she left Alfred with her Belarusian copy of Twilight. She was quickly greeted with his butt in her face as he played Twister by himself.

"Oh, hey, Nat! Who was on the phone?"

"Feliks. Can you please put your ass down?"

"Well, you didn't want to play, so I'm just playing by myself!"

She was going to tell him how Feliks was going to get on a plane and fly over to the house, but she decided it would be pretty entertaining not to mention this. This was just how her relationship with Alfred worked, they tried to find every opportunity possible to mess with each other. And so, while Alfred was at a meeting that night, she met Feliks at the airport. She walked home with him, and they talked about how things were for both of them. They then proceeded to raid the fridge.

They talked, ate and drank for hours. It was twelve in the morning by the time Alfred got back. He was surprised to still see the light on through the window. Natayla never stayed up this late. He took out his key and unlocked the door. When he opened it, he found Natalya and Feliks casually camping out on the couch. They were clearly struggling to stay awake.

"Uh... Nat, care to explain to me why you're sitting on the couch with a guy wearing a pink dress and red heart sunglasses while holding vodka bottles with bagels all over the floor?"

At the sound of his voice, she woke up a bit more. "Huh? Oh, Feliks came to visit, he might stay for a while..." she slurred. She could barely keep her head up. Feliks was pretty drunk as well, and was ready to pass out right then and there. Alfred sighed. This was the first time that it was Alfred sighing at Natalya rather than the other way around. It felt strange and unnatural to him.

"I see that. What did you do, drink all night?" It was strange to accuse someone like her of drinking.

"Uh... Yeah, we played drinking games all night..." She yawned and wasn't going to be able to stay up for much longer either.

Alfred wondered how she was friends with someone like Feliks. It probably took a lot for someone to convince her to just relax and get drunk.

"Besides, I sit with you on this couch all the time. What's your point?" She managed to get that last sentence out before falling completely unconscious. Alfred stared at the two, passed out on his couch. He knew how to deal with a drunk Arthur, but not Feliks who he barely knew, and definitely not Natalya. Silently, he stepped closer to Natalya and gently picked her up. He'd never understand the whole "only low-fat vanilla ice cream" thing, she barely weighed anything.

He gave her a piggyback ride upstairs to her room, being very careful not to wake her up. He laid her down gently onto the bed, covered her with the blankets, and left. He went back downstairs and turned off the light. Seeing Feliks still passed out on the couch, Alfred wondered what it'd be like to have both Natayla and Feliks living with him. How long were they both going to stay? He walked back upstairs to his room and laid on his bed. He fell asleep, worn out from the meeting. As he slept, he wondered how tomorrow morning would be like.