"So Amerika, what would you like to do after this?" Ivan's chin rested on his left arm, his body tilted towards the windowpane, observing the pedestrians on the street.
No response came forth. Ivan asks again, Alfred's probably caught up in his thoughts again. "Alfred. I would like an answer by today."
Still no response, Ivan whips his head around. What he discover is shocking. "Amerika?!" Ivan asks, his tone is filled with worry, his eyes widen at the sight of his comrade. Alfred's head slumps against the glass panel. His eyes are half jarred, he lays there still as a rock.
"Amerika! Wake up!" Ivan stands up from where he is and he continuously shakes the smaller man's shoulder in an attempt to regain him from his unconsciousness. Alfred did not stir, nor did he move, the only movement that was created was by Ivan's shaking. The shaking resumes for about a minute. At this point, Ivan is getting worried, really worried. He should call for help. Yes, this is the only logical thing to do.
Ivan stands up, as when he was about to call for help, a small moan came from the smaller man.
"Uugggg..." Alfred starts to open his eyes. He grips the table's sides and starts to slowly get up to his original sitting position.
Much to the dismay of the Russian, he stood still in shock. He is deciding on whether to go and ask for assistance, or to sit back down, he's relieved that Alfred is now regaining his consciousness.
Alfred's lashes flutter as his eyes blinked, he feels groggy that's for sure. The pounding in his head is gone. However, he sits there in silence, like a still breathing doll.
"Amerika! Are you alright!?" Ivan sat back down, his hand on Alfred's arm. Ivan's still worried and shocked. Alfred slowly turns his head to meet the gaze of Ivan's.
There was something that flickered in Alfred's eye… no, there was a color change; apparently, the Russian did not notice the color transaction. His eyes, they turned a darker hue. The color wasn't as bright as sunny skies, but the color matched to a brilliant blue that is strikingly similar to a sapphire.
"Amerika, I'll call an ambulance if you don't respond back to me." Ivan's worry is now slowly starting to fade away, but he can't help but show concern for this man.
"I am fine." Alfred said calmly. His express stoic expression refused to change. Alfred shows not emotion, acting like nothing had happen. His eyes however, it tells a different story. It shines dangerously.
"Amerika…" Ivan growled. "Don't play 'hero' and act like you are fine." Ivan's gaze turned dark. This freaking American made him worry! He's RUSSIA! The undisputed super nation that is known for his cold and heartless past, and here he is, getting worried for an American. He's grown weak. He thought to himself.
"I apologized for any mishap that I had caused for you, but I assure you, I am fine." Alfred laced his hands on the table. He leans back and crosses his legs.
Ivan is taken back by the formal reply, he was not expecting such formal language from the usually boisterous younger nation.
A short pause "…umm da…" Wait. Did Alfred apologize? Alfred is capable of apologizing? What is happening? Ivan sits there contemplating on what had just happen. His train of thought was cut short when Alfred stands up.
"Excuse me, I need to go use the toiletries." Alfred gets up from his chair and walks down the hallway that leads him to the restroom.
It left Ivan stumped, what just happened? Alfred's sudden change in behavior left Ivan dumbfounded. Ivan sits there in awkwardness, trying to think of possible solutions to why Alfred is so… so polite?
Meanwhile Ivan's sitting out in the café area, Alfred goes to a sink and washes his hands. Just then, a man walks in, a brunette male with short hair the way he dress strongly resemble how a businessman would dress. Formal. He walks with a drunk motion. He goes to the sink next to Alfred. While walking by Alfred, he eyes Alfred's ass.
With a smirk, the man makes his move. "Bonjour monsieur." He scoots small steps towards Alfred.
Hmm, a gay? Alfred thought to himself. He has nothing to hate about gays… but this is strange to hit on someone in the restroom. Anyways, he reeks of alcohol. No wonder. Drunk in a café… how charming.
"Monsieur, you are beautiful." The man started leaning in closer.
Alfred stops washing his hands and stands there still, calculating for the next move. He is alert and aware, his eyes followed the man carefully, but he did not turn his head in the man's direction.
Just then, the man slowly moves his hand up Alfred's ass. Alfred stands there calmly. Then he gets closer, Alfred swears he can smell the rancid wine this man has been drinking.
"Sir, I would hate to interrupt you, but you have three seconds to get your filthy hands off me." Alfred said sternly, his voice holds no emotion that shows him being scared. This would make anyone obey immediately, but apparently, this man is a drunk.
"Oh yea? Wat an American like you wood do?" The man starts to grope Alfred's ass.
Alfred could barely make out what the man had just said. "Well, wrong choice sir." Alfred gave a very scary smirk and his eyes shines in threating manner.
Alfred grabs the man's hand, twisting to the point where audible cracks could be heard, then Alfred's other hand makes a fist. He yanks the man toward him. The man came flying towards Alfred. Everything went slow motion after this. Alfred's fist connected with the man's nose, and on impact, the man's face made a crackling noise. The man was projected back a few feet away, his head crashed into the restroom wall, knocking the drunk harasser unconscious. Blood spilled from the man's nose, Alfred is sure he broke the other's nose.
'Well… serves him right.' Alfred smiles at what he just did, he liked it. He loved the red blood leeks from the other man. Turning back to the sink, he resumes washing his hands. He dries his hands and fixes his tie and suit like nothing happened . He strolls out casually and coolly with a dangerous smirk implanted on his face.
"Disgusting scum."