Chapter 7~ Choices
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As the year went on however, people began to get more and more suspicious of Ivan and Alfred's relationship. So, to convince these people otherwise, they began to argue in school, name calling and disrespecting each other. They became enemies, imaginary enemies.
"What, you think this is funny? Just because you are smarter than me, bigger than me and stronger than me, does not mean you are a better person than me! It does not make you any more happier than me! And it certainly does not make you in charge to over power me!"Alfred yelled up at a pissed off looking Russian, who had a baseball bat in his hands.
Ivan chuckled softly "This is true, but how does this effect me?" He asked with a slight smirk, as he stared down at an angry, red faced American boy.
Alfred grinned evily, "It means you're stuck with your crazy evil sister and that useless big titty's, working to support them. It is funny, you don't seem to have any friends either, do you?" the blonde haired, blue eyed boy asked, hoping this was going to finally get to the other male.
Ivan frowned, "I don't need or want any of your sluts hanging around me thank you." He replied back bitterly.
That was enough to tip Alfred over the edge, and he raised his hand quickly, swinging it around to slap a firm hand across Ivan's cheek with an almightly force. This arguement had just got all too real. Maybe a little too real for Ivan.
Ivan winced and his face jerked a little, but his head stayed more or less in the same place, his cheek visibly red and getting redder already. That was it, Ivan was done here, he turned around. "I have had enough of this, I am not doing this anymore Alfred, it is all down to you now." Ivan spoke, his words having two meanings, to the people around them it just meant Ivan was being a whimp and back down from the fight and giving Alfred the title. To Alfred however, it meant Ivan wasn't going to argue and pretend anymore, not when it was affecting their relationship this much, and it was down to Alfred to decide how he was going to deal with it.
Ivan walked away, leaving a very baffled and confused crowd, plus a devestated Alfred. Who was looking down at his shoes, red faced, having to force back the tears that pricked his eyes before someone notice or they escaped.
The bell went for next period lessons to start, and absent mindedly the dazed teenager wandered towards his last class, maths, his eye distant and blank as he did so.
All lesson he was like this, and spoke just the once to answer his name for the register, before the hour ahead was spent, staring into space, daydreaming, he had to fix this, one way or another, the question was, did he love Ivan enough to give up his reputation and to suffer the concequences of letting their relationship become open to the world?
It had been four days since the fight, and not single word had been spoken. It was Saturday and the school prom was this evening. Ivan, unlike his boyfriend, if he could even call him that anymore, did not have a date, for he certainly was not going to pretend to want to go with some girl, pretend to have a good time, and to dance with them, when he would much rather be at home with his sisters special soup and the television?
So in his pajama bottoms on, cuddled up on the sofa, a blanket up to his broad bare chest, a bowl of hot soup balanced in his lap, and the television on some strange cooking channel, Ivan sat. He was content... Well for the most part anyway.
Katsuya walked in at that point and emitted a large sigh from her lips, looking over at her younger brother, although he seemed pretty normal, his behaviour was not normal. For a start, Ivan's strong and well built physique did not come from no where, he of course built it up as a young child, working on the families farm day in and day out, but since moving from the farm, he had always been doing some kind of work, or training, or running, it was unlike him to lazy on the sofa.
"Little brother, I shall be going out to the prom later, you will be alright won't you?" She asked, worry crossing her face, her mind ticking over whether to leave him or not.
Ivan looked up at her, a light frown creasing his forehead. "Of course I will be fine. Don't be silly. Go out with your date and have fun." He insisted, turning straight back to the television.
Normally Katsuya would disagree and change her mind and stay... But this was Ivan, and when he had decided something, even as small as this, there was no changing his mind.
It was only about two hours later when the door bell rang. Katsuya, now dressed up in a long satin like silm dress bounced to her feet excitedly and looked at Ivan, who was still in the same position as before on the sofa. "Do I look okay?" she asked, beginning to fret and worry once more, this time over her appearance.
Ivan gave one quick glace and a breif nod, before his attention was drawn to his nineteenth episode of the same cooking show.
With a sigh and a slightly impatient roll of her eyes, Katsuya left the room to answer the door.
Looking blankly at the television, Ivan began to wonder what kind of creep was taking his sister out, when he heard someone return back to the room. Most likely Katsuya to say good bye.
"Ivan"
A shiver running down his back, he looked up at the familiar voice in utter shock. What was going on."Al?" he replied, his eyes hopeful for a moment, before they fell a little and he shifted himself back around to face the screen in front of him. "Where is your date?" he asked, his voice a little colder than he had meant for it.
He heard hesitation behind him, before a soft reply. "Here, I hope."
Ivan let the faint frown reside on his head again... He has brough the girl here? Was he heard to permanently hurt Ivan? Or just wanting to rub it in his face a little more?
"Well you should take her to the prom before you miss it." Ivan told him. Trying hard not to let any emotion into his words.
"If, HE, wants to get off his lazy butt and get dressed then, I could!" Alfred exclaimed, flicking one of Ivan's ears playfully, before resting the bunch of flowers he had been holding on the top of the Russian's head.
Ivan took the flowers and looked down at them in silence... So this was his choice?
It wasn't really a surprise to many people when Ivan and Alfred turned up together, Ivan's arm wrapped around Alfred's waist, holding the smaller male close, protectively, ready to strike anyone who dare hurt him.
"WHY DO I HAVE TO BE THE QUEEN!" Echoed the large room full of watching teens.
Ivan just chuckled.
~THE END~
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