Trust is a stupid thing anyway. Trusting someone and then the letdown. Ivan closed his eyes and laid back down on the bed.
"Ivan… Why are we countries? I don't see the point in it." Ivan felt a pressure beside him on the bed. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
"There has to be a reason, right? There's a reason for everything." Alfred spoke nonchalantly. Ivan didn't believe he truly cared anyway. Alfred seemed much more demented than Ivan had previously thought.
Silence filled the room. It was about ready to burst his ear drums that he couldn't' take it anymore. He sat up and looked at Alfred for a long while before smiling.
"Turn on the radio." Alfred rolled his eyes and did as he was told. Ivan flopped back down onto the bed as the music filled the room.
"Alfred, you should stop questioning things so much. Just let everything be." Ivan opened his eyes to the queer look Alfred was giving him.
"That's exactly something a communist would say. Are you still secretly a communist, Ivan?" Alfred's eyes were dead serious. He leaned forward close enough to kiss him. Ivan's breath caught for a moment before he leaned forward to meet Alfred.
Their lips were millimeters from touching. Alfred sighed and Ivan could feel his warm breath ghost over Ivan's lips.
"The Russian Federation is not communist." Ivan smirked at the glare he received. He leaned closer to close the gap when Alfred pulled away.
"I won't kiss a commie!" Ivan sighed. He was still hooked on that. The Soviet Union didn't exist anymore. What did it matter if Ivan still thought that the idea of true communism was appealing? It was a good idea in theory. He would never try to test that theory out again though.
He lay down and pulled Alfred on top of him.
"I am not communist. Alfred, Alfred, Alfred, what will I do with you? Should I bake you into a pie? Should I throw you out a window? Push you down an escalator? What will I do with my dear, sweet Alfred? I could cook you into a nice roast for the girls. How does that sound?" Ivan could see Alfred's eyes glazing over with disinterest in his conversation.
"No, Sam I am, I do not like green eggs and ham." The only noise in the room was the radio host spouting out some bullshit.
Ivan stared at Alfred for a minute. He could not have heard that right. His name was not Sam and he had asked nothing about green eggs and ham. Were green eggs even possible? Perhaps Alfred should be taken to the doctor. He had been acting weird lately anyway.
"I think I will cook you into a nice roast for the girls. You would be very delicious. What do you think you should be served with? White or red wine? Perhaps I should invite Francis over for dinner and get his opinion on it." Ivan smirked seeing Alfred's eyes light up with interest.
"Invite Francis over to eat me? Why, he would be tickled pink! I must agree with you whole heartedly on this one, Ivan. At first I thought you were full of shit, but this seems like a generally good idea. Instead of cooking all of me at once I say we slice off bits of my skin and freeze them. That way I will be able to heal up quite nicely and still give you more meat. This is a wonderful idea!" Ivan smirk slid away.
Alfred wanted to be eaten. He also wanted to be there to watch the reaction of whoever was eating him.
Ivan bit his lip. He was sure this was not normal behavior. Normal people were not excited at the prospect of being eaten. He was stuck. Should he call the men in white coats? Should he stay with Alfred? There would be no forgiveness if he called the psychiatric ward at the hospital. Ivan really did like Alfred and he very much wanted to stay with him.
"Oh! Let's tell the girls! They'll love the idea. We'll tell them it will be a practical joke! My little ones love practical jokes. They were telling me just the other day about the jokes they played on some of the orphans. Children are very cruel. I find it absolutely hilarious!" Ivan nodded.
He pulled Alfred closer to him. He didn't know what to do. This wasn't normal. He tore skin from his lip so it bled. He looked at Alfred's sky blue eyes and smiled. He would just have to wait a little while longer to see if Alfred would come out of his funny thinking. Hopefully he would snap out of it before Ivan had to cook him into a roast…
Alfred smiled up at Ivan. Oh how wonderfully funny it would be to see Francis' face knowing he had just eaten America! He had to start planning very quickly. His eyes shined as he looked at Ivan. He had never found someone who understood him so well.
A.N./ Work work and more work. What else do I do? Write? No, I sleep.