Alfred's expression was a mix of shock and confusion when he first saw the Russian in the kitchen. However, he quickly turned on his mask of happiness. He ignored the little voice in his head telling him that the Russian was up to something. Hey! Dude! He's up to something! Don't trust a Commie! His small conscious' voice rang out in his head. It was barely there, hardly even breeching his hard mental shield of obliviousness.
"Thanks, dude. I forgive you for coming inside while I froze my nads* off. That's cool." He gave Ivan a hearty pat on the back, a giant smile patched on his face. He turned to the coffee machine and poured himself a steaming cup. The fresh aroma filled his nose with a calming
"So, do you really get up at the crack of dawn to make coffee and stuff?" Alfred asked as stirred sugar into his coffee. Deeming that it wasn't enough, he added more of the sweet substance.
"Da. I get more done than one who sleeps until midday." Ivan said with a twinge of confidence leaking through h is voice. He smirked for a short period of time before sipping more coffee.
Alfred leaned against the counter and sipped the liquid. "Hmmph." Was all the normally talkative country could manage to get out. He gazed deeply into his coffee and thought about yesterday and the events that took place. He released a huge sigh and his sky blue eyes turned sorrowful. Nothing lately had been going according to his plans. He wanted to sit at home and read comics with Tony.
The thoughts were bringing him down. He sighed and looked up. Ivan was looking at the American in confusion. Alfred smiled quickly, trying to hide the fact that he even had emotions other than anger and blissful ignorance. He brought his mug up to his lips and sipped. A loud slurping noise eliminated from the cup as he tried to make the loudest noise possible to annoy the other nation.
Ivan glared at Alfred. "You are stopping that, da?" He said, clearly annoyed with the loud slurping noise that Alfred continued to make. The younger man shrugged and continued making the noise, no matter how annoying.
"Alfred!" Ivan shouted.
Alfred pulled his mug from his face, ceasing the noise. "Yeah?"
"Stop making the stupid sound before I use my pick axe on your face."
Ivan's brows furrowed in frustration. He only watched as the American cringed in fear of the thought of his face being attacked by the tool.
"That's not cool, bro." Alfred spoke after a long silence. Ivan didn't respond and instead, looked out the far window. Alfred shrugged and put his empty cup in the sink. He casually strode into the den and flopped himself on the sofa. He swung his legs and threw his head back, staring at the ceiling. His blonde hair fell away from his face.
"I. Am. So. Bored." He groaned. Alfred closed his eyes tightly. A deep chuckle came from the kitchen where Ivan was watching him and enjoying what he was seeing. Alfred rolled his head over to the side and glared at the other man.
Ivan shook his head and got up to wash his own mug out. Alfred was amusing. He smiled, thinking of Alfred as his back was turned to him. He wouldn't let Alfred see this side of him. That would be stupid. He wouldn't risk anything in front of the loudmouth nation. That would be horrible.
Turning back to Alfred, Ivan found that the blonde man had moved from his place on the sofa. Ivan glanced over the small den. He glanced around the room. There weren't any sounds indicating a presence. Deafening silence fill the cabin.
It reminded the Russian of his home when he was young. The snow made a deafening silence that filled his existence for the most part of his childhood. A worried frown inscribed its self on Ivan's features. This couldn't be good. Knowing the other nation, he was probably going to pull some kind of practical joke in revenge for what Ivan did to him yesterday. Ivan didn't want Alfred to hate him.
"Alfred?" Ivan called out. Nothing.
"Comrade, are you here?" He tried again to locate the American. Ivan's ears rang with silence. He strode to the back door. Twisting the handle and opening the solid door, he felt a cold rush of air, as if the winter was welcoming him home. He stood on the deck, his hands on the sturdy rail.
Click.
Ivan turned around sharply, a disapproving frown on his face. He jerked the door knob. It was locked. He jiggled the knob. He heard a tap on the glass and looked up to see a familiar, smirking face. Ivan scowled.
Man! He looks pissed! Alfred thought as he watched Ivan freak out. He continued to smile. The Russian couldn't hurt him all the way outside. Knowing that gave Alfred a boost of confidence. It swelled inside of him, filling him with warm pride.
"Sorry dude! It's stuck!" He called out, hoping that Ivan could hear him. In return, Ivan screamed some choice words in his native language at the American. Alfred cringed away from Ivan's piercing glare. He turned on his heels and walked from the door.
Boom. Bomp. Boom.
Alfred looked over his shoulder to see the door pulsing against the frame as Ivan pushed on it. Fear washed over Alfred. He turned and booked it* to his room.
Ivan eventually broke the whimsy lock on the door. He growled with anger, but didn't lash out. He figured that he had somewhat brought this onto himself with the joke he did on Alfred the other day. He sat on the sofa and put his face in his palm.
Alfred made him so angry.
Alfred also brought a small bit of joy and laughter that he didn't have at home. He was torn, but that was okay. He sighed heavily and rubbed his shoulder. It hurt a little from the laborus pushing that he did.
"Dude! What did you do to the door?" Alfred basically yelled. The young man ran to the ruined frame and busted lock. He got on his knees and ran a skillful hand over the woodwork. A frown darkened Alfred's features.
"It's ruined." Alfred said simply. He closed the door, but it didn't shut completely. Alfred just knew that a draft would come through the ajar door. Glancing at the hinges, he noticed a slight bend. He stood up. The door was completely ruined, hinges and all.
Alfred glared at Ivan who only shrugged. Night had set and the chill could already be felt coming from the broken door. Alfred shivered in his t-shirt and jeans as he made his way to an armchair.
"Just to let you know, I blame this all on you." Alfred said coldly with his arms wrapped around his body.
Ivan laughed. "I didn't lock roommate out of house, da?" Alfred just frowned and shivered. He hated the cold. They sat in silence for a long time. Ivan eventually got tired of Alfred's attitude and shivering
"Maybe if you come sit by me, you would be warmer, da?" Ivan suggested. He patted the cusion next to him. Alfred eyed it wearily, debating each side in his mind. He was cold. So much so that shivering didn't help. He slowly made his way over to the Russian.
Ivan was warm.
Alfred rested his cheek on Ivan's shoulder. The other man wrapped an arm around Alfred. Ivan smiled down at Alfred who was stiff and looking forwards. He was happy that he even got to be this close to Alfred.
Alfred's mind on the other hand, was racing with thoughts. He looked straight ahead, hiding his red face. It burned. He wasn't about to let the commie know that he was blushing like girl right now. He couldn't help it, though. He was warm and even though he was so mean to Ivan, he still allowed Alfred to do this.
"T-Thanks, commie…" Alfred whispered. Ivan glanced down at Alfred and smiled.
"It's not a problem." I wish you would do this more. Ivan mentally added. He sighed and shifted his violet gaze across the room. A soft snore started up. Alfred had fallen asleep, a peaceful smile drawn with his lips.
Starred Notes::
Nads: Genitalia.
Booked it: Running really fast to a destination for a reason.
Author's Note:
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