3. Three Christmas Movies
It was dark outside by the time the two reached their third movie. They had just finished watching Home Alone and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer when Alfred switched the television over to another holiday special. Ivan didn't mind honestly; in fact, seeing Alfred get so excited over all the movies warmed his usually cold heart.
They were half way finished with Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer when Alfred twisted around in his spot on the couch and gave him that look. Ivan ignored it for a few seconds before confirming that yes, Alfred wanted to ask him something.
He peeked at him from the corner of his eye while he continued to face the television, "What is it, Fredka?"
Alfred's eyes lowered to the floor for a moment before trailing back up and connecting with Ivan's amethyst ones. Ivan knew it was serious and so he broke away from the television and rotated to face his lover.
"What would you do if you got run over by Santa's reindeer?" The American asked while tilting his head to the side. Ivan blinked a few times as the question processed in his head.
"Alfred, I think we should have a conversation about the existence of the fat red ma-" Ivan was cut off as a deep groan left the other man.
"No, seriously! What would you do if you ended up getting amnesia?" Alfred frowned as he continued to stare at Ivan.
The Russian nation furrowed his brows together. "Well as nations that is highly unlikely-"
"Ivan!"
"-but! Be patient, Fredka. But, if I did, I guess I would have to learn how to represent my country again." He found Alfred's questions to be very silly considering there was logically no chance of either of those things happening.
"What about us? What would happen with us?" Alfred's voice was quiet when he asked, eyes a dark shade of near-grey.
Ivan watched him carefully, trying to understand just why Alfred cared so much for an event that could never happen. He decided it was best not to question the shorter blond.
"Alfred, even if I didn't know who you were I would think you were the most beautiful man on this planet," he responded honestly. It appeared to be the best answer path because Alfred brightened up like the Fourth of July.
"Really?" He purred as he leaned forward and smirked at the man.
"Of course," Ivan met him half-way and pressed their lips together. Soon Alfred's hand was in his hair and he was on top of him on the couch.
They didn't finish the movie.