Chapter Four: Kryptonite
Word Count: 6,471
Almost a month later again, woot!
Ivan wondered if Alfred was sick, he felt so unnaturally warm, but then again he seemed to represent a warm nation...and they had also just had sex, that might have contributed to it. Now with the pleasure that had been there a moment ago to help override the pain he hurt. A lot. A strong pulsing pain that became worst if he moved most any part of his body. Fantastic, well he had kind of started this, and he had heard it had hurt, but he never really knew it hurt this much, and it seemed to promise to stay for a while. Though if Yao had not told him that countries were different and could marry and sleep and do other things with the same gender a while ago he probably would never have thought about being with another guy. Ivan wondered if he was bleeding, which was possible. But still, he couldn't say he was completely upset by this whole thing as he pressed his nose against Alfred's warmer chest.
Unfortunately, Alfred was not taking the situation as well as the other. Not only had he slept with his ex-enemy, which okay, that was pretty bad, even if Ivan was attractive, that totally didn't justify it, but he had also slept with a teenage form of his ex-enemy, meaning he had just slept with a minor. Even ignoring the fact that that was breaking one of his laws and going against his morals (which was really terrible), but he had taken advantage of Ivan, who didn't even know him really, or the rest of the world, and had broken his heroic promise. And just fucking hell! It was like he decided to see just how many of his morals he could break. Okay, well he should at least apologize first, and then somehow try redeeming himself, and not ever sleep with Ivan again. Sounded like a plan!
"H-hey Ivan?"Alfred asked. Ivan moved his head to lock his violet eyes with Alfred's. Alfred slowly removed his arm, half expecting Ivan to either back away in disgust or hit him, neither happened.
"Yes? What is it?" Ivan asked curiously, missing the warmth of the arm, but didn't complain.
"Well, I just wanted to say sorry first of all." Ivan blinked a couple times, making Alfred nervous, but really Ivan was wondering if Alfred knew that he was in pain. Ivan just shrugged.
"I will get over it."Which was true, nations healed quickly. Alfred felt a little horrified. That was what Ivan said to say not so subtly that he was angry. Well of course Ivan would be angry! Still, why did the other have to be so blunt about it?
"Yeah...well, I will try making up to you, alright? I mean, I will probably have to do a lot...I really am sorry." Ivan found it absolutely adorable that Alfred was so worried about hurting him. Really, he had been hurt worst, maybe not in the same way, but nobody had really cared enough to apologize before. Then again, of course Alfred would care, still, it was a nice feeling.
"Well...I would like to get out of the demon." Maybe bathe and take a nice nap without moving. Yeah, that was going to happen. Plus Alfred had said something about a meeting. He didn't like that idea much at the moment.
Demon? What was Ivan talking about? Alfred wasn't sure, but he guessed he meant the car. That's funny, car didn't sound anything like demon, oh well. Alfred nodded, sitting up a bit and looking around for his clothes. Spotting them, he grabbed and started pulling them on, not really being able to stand in the low ceiling, which made it a little more difficult, but not terribly. Ivan sat up slowly, not liking either the pain or the feeling of cum trying to drip out of him, neither was pleasant. Ivan grabbed his own pants and underwear, pulling them on, well they already had blood on them, so it didn't really matter if they became more dirty he supposed. Oh, where was his scarf? Ivan grabbed it, throwing it over his shoulder as he grabbed his shirt, pulling that on first before taking the scarf and wrapping it around his neck. Much better.
Ivan looked at Alfred, who had his back towards Ivan as he pulled on his coat, "Hey Alfred? Are we going to the meeting?" Ivan asked curiously.
"Well, they may have already started. And since I am not there and I am the host...they would cancel it for today most likely. So I have to talk to my boss. Why? Do you want to go?" Alfred asked, opening the door to the outside, letting the city air reach the stuffy car and hopping down and looking around.
"I do not care."
Though it would be kind of fun to see how everybody looked and meet new people now that he knew that he was in the future it was also nerve racking to think about it. Ivan scooted closer to the edge of the car, watching Alfred look around. Ivan hung his legs off the side cautiously, wondering if it was safe to do so. Damn, it also hurt to sit.
Alfred walked around the side, looking for the people that Ivan said he killed. Not seeing anything, he continued around until he turned to see the front of the car. Oh. The person laying closest to Alfred had the side of his head smashed in and a pool of blood around him. Alfred saw half of a body on the other side of the vehicle. Alfred moved back, putting his hand over his mouth and processing that. It brought up a lot of bad memories. He pushed them back, thinking about what he should do. He leaned his head against the door, 'What now Alfred? What more can you do to screw up?' Ivan had killed these three, but at the same time Alfred could kind of understand. They were his people, and he did feel a little ting of guilt for not caring as much as he probably should. And then he slept with Ivan! Right after finding that out too, shows just how screwed up he was. And he still had to deal with Ivan. Maybe he could get somebody else to watch him until Ivan could get to England to be changed back. No, Alfred didn't like that plan.
But he couldn't stay so close to Ivan anymore either, he knew that much. Well, Alfred had to tell him about this, and maybe help him to stay with somebody else, especially since he was angry at Alfred, he would probably welcome the idea of not seeing Alfred for a while. As much as the American hated the plan, it did seem like the right thing to do at the moment. Alfred went back towards the back of the truck, sighing and turning to look at Ivan, "Hey Ivan..."
"Yes?"
The other asked, looking back at Alfred curiously, but the other seemed to stop. Alfred turned towards the entrance of the alley, listening before some more demons came in.
"Fuck." Alfred said, but Ivan barely heard, not even covering his ears at the obnoxious noise as he stared at the very bright moving red and blue lights on top of these new demons. Maybe they were some sort of horns. Some men came out of them when they stopped, and Ivan gave them a brief glance when they started shouting something before returning to the lights. Alfred moved beside him, but Ivan ignored that for now, "Ivan." He hummed, turning his head towards the other but not breaking eye contact with the moving objects to show he was paying attention, "This may be hard for you...but please do not attack these people." Ivan looked at Alfred this time, who's lips where in a hard line and he looked somewhat upset, his hands were held up over his head in surrender. Ivan tilted his head in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows before looking back at the people.
They were just humans, weren't they? Why was Alfred surrendering before even fighting? Ivan eyed the familiar weapon in their hands, tensing at the reminder of the pain in his shoulder. He could understand that a little more, but they could still fight. Or did those things kill them? Were there weapons that could really, truly kill them? That was a scary thought. There was more yelling, but Ivan didn't understand of course. A few of them moves closer, but really Ivan would have preferred if they stayed back, "Ivan, come on, they want us to move."
"Why?"
Ivan asked suspiciously as the people shouted at them again.
"Just follow my lead." Alfred said, not answering as he walked towards the wall. Not liking this plan or idea in the least, Ivan looked at the men again and then at Alfred. What was going on? He slid off the back of the car, letting his feet touch the ground before walking slowly towards Alfred. Mostly because he felt defeated in something, which he never did like that feeling. But also because he didn't like his legs supporting him, feeling a sharp pain shoot up his back with each new step and he would not let his enemies see him in pain. So his solution to both these problems: go as slowly as humanly possible. Of course when he felt a hand on his shoulder, his hurt one at that, pushing him towards the wall and it was definitely not Alfred that he threw Alfred's advice out of his mind, turning and punching the assaulter in the chin, hearing a dull crack as his head was thrown up, but not broken, "Ivan, don't-" But then the human next to the person he just hit shot something at him, it was different and it hurt a whole hell of a lot worst. Ivan couldn't feel much but the falling to the ground and the spasms of pain, "Fuck, look he doesn't speak English, just-" Alfred's voice faded out almost it seemed.
Ivan wasn't really quite sure what happened after that, everything was confusing, he was put into a demon, away from Alfred, that had bars inside trapping him in, he didn't like that. Then there was a building they went into, with a lot of people, he had these uncomfortable metal bonds around his wrists behind his back, not shackles, but similar to prevent him from hurting anybody else. People tried touching him too, some seeming to try dressing his wounds, speaking to him in a language he didn't understand but knew it to be English. He had freaked out, honestly he had, he was scared. There were things that hurt him in strange ways he didn't understand, worked in ways that weren't natural, the demons, the strange sounds and people and being chained and trapped. It was becoming too much, he wanted to fight back but he was scared, he tried to be brave, really he did, but he didn't know how to react to everything. To many things were different.
Now he was in a room, empty except a table and a chair, nice carpet and a very large mirror, he'd been here for a while. He didn't have the shackles anymore and sat huddled in the corner nearest to the door that was locked. He could probably break it, but what if there was some sort of hideous demon on the other side? Or men with weapons. This reminded him to much of when Mongolia had first conquered him. It made him want to cry. Ivan knew he couldn't fight when he had been hurt so much recently, his shoulder, the strange spasms and well...yeah. And he was tired, so tired, after his running and his fighting, both against the thieves and these men and...sleeping with Alfred and even the emotions that had been running higher than normal. He was exhausted.
Suddenly the door opened, looking up Ivan saw a man come in, somebody he didn't know, though he had blue eyes kind of like Alfred's, his hair was brown and he looked different. Ivan was ready to defend himself if need be, even if they had taken his weapon, something he had yelled death threats for them not to do, even if they couldn't understand. The man didn't look at all shocked that Ivan was sitting on the ground instead of the provided chair. For all he knew it would move if he sat in it. The human knelled down a safe distance away, but on eye level, "I'm not much of a translator, but can you speak English?" Ivan blinked a couple times.
"No speak English." Ivan said, glad he knew that at least, he heard the man say that so he guessed that was why he was asking. So finally somebody bothered asking, nobody had since he first arrived here, "Little."
"A little bit?" Ivan hesitated, nodding uncertainly, "Okay...can you tell me what happened in that alley?" Ivan blinked several times, not comprehending at all. The man seemed to think for a moment, "What language are you speaking?" language speaking you. Okay, that sounded like a question he knew.
"Slavic."
"Slavic? Which Slavic? Russian, Bulgarian, Ukrainian? Any?" Russia, Russia, sounded close enough.
"Yes, Rus. Land of Rus."
"So Russian? Okay, we'll try and get a translator for you as fast as possible then. What's your name?" He didn't understand the first half.
"Ivan Braginski." Ivan said, this man seemed nice and he was asking questions Ivan knew the answer too! That was so nice.
"I'm James Ivan, nice to meet you." Oh, Ivan understood all that more or less, how to respond? There was a response.
"I too." Yes, something like that. James smiled a bit, as if Ivan had said something funny. Hopefully not. Still, the man seemed nicer than all the others so far, "Where Alfred?" Ivan asked.
"Oh your friend? We are talking to him." Ivan didn't catch that at all. Ivan's friend, we him? What?
"I want see Alfred." The man shook his head in the negative.
"No, we're asking him some questions." Ivan frowned.
"Yes. See Alfred." Ivan insisted. The man sighed, moving the yellow parchment paper he had open, huh, what was it? The man pulled out a couple things, laying them down in front of Ivan, they were very realistic portraits of the men, where they had been lying, the wounds, though it had a bit more light then what Ivan remembered. And the surface to the portraits were shiny, almost like the light was reflecting off of glass, but there was no glass. Ivan touched the picture, rubbing at the surface, strange. The brunette's finger pointed at the pictures too, making Ivan look up.
"Why?" The man asked simply, Ivan thought for a moment.
"They take Alfred."
"Take Alfred?" The man repeated, seeming confused, Ivan simply nodded. They had taken Alfred, sure that's not why he did it, but still, "Did they hurt either of you...um...pain? Wound. Ah, how else can I describe it?" Ivan just stared blankly, not understanding. The man gripped his arm and winced, looking pained, then looked expecting to Ivan. After a moment it clicked.
"Yes." Ivan said, nodding.
"Who?" Ivan hesitated, he didn't want the strange human to know he was hurt, but then again it was a little too late, still maybe he could distract the other. He pointed at the human.
"Solider?" Ivan asked curiously. The man smiled a bit, thinking.
"An investigator, but close enough I guess." The man nodded, "Were are you hurt?" Well it was one of Alfred's people, and if Alfred meant good that meant most his people would too, so the odds were kind of in his favor. He wasn't one for going off of luck, but he would try it out this once. Ivan pointed to his shoulder, not touching it.
"Here." The human looked at it.
"Do you want to go to the medical ward and get it looked at?" Ivan stared, "Hospital?" Still nothing, "Um..." The man seemed to think for a moment. The door opened again, they both looked at it.
"Alfred! Your here! Where were you?" Ivan asked, looking up at the blond in the doorway, who took in the two of them.
"Hey Ivan. I thought I said he doesn't speak English, you should have left him alone." Ivan pouted as his answer went ignored, but this meant he could go out of the room right? And then he could finally get that nap and bath he wanted so much and maybe bandage his shoulder so it wouldn't get infected, that could happen to countries. The human stood up, looking at Alfred.
"Why are you here? You are suppose to be being interrogated." The man looked at another human who had both dark hair and dark eyes, "What's going on here?"
"Well sir, we got orders to let them go."
"Orders from who?"
"...the president sir." There was a long silence, Ivan wondered what was going on. The man he had been talking to looked at Alfred, him and then the other human, seeming to be processing something.
"Come on Ivan, we have someplace to be." Alfred said. Ivan stood up, stretching a bit before going towards Alfred, more than happy to get out of the place, nobody stopped him like they had tried before, thank goodness and he went to Alfred, who seemed upset at the man he had been talking too. But Alfred turned away and started going down the hall. Ivan had to pick up his pace to keep up.
"Hey, Alfred, not so fast." Alfred did slow down his pace, but didn't look at Ivan until they were outside, and Alfred looked at him.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt? You got hit with that taser and I didn't see you after that." Taser? What was that?
"Sore, I want to go back to your house." Alfred shook his head.
"We cannot do that." Ivan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"We have got to go and talk to my boss." Ivan blinked, so he was going to meet Alfred's boss? He wondered what kind of man was Alfred's boss, maybe somebody amazing like Ivan III, that would be great, though Ivan didn't think anybody else was that good of a czar. Oh, wait, Alfred might have some different form of government. Maybe like England's since he was raised by him, then again that didn't always work like that. Well, he would find out soon afterwards Ivan had a lot of questions to ask Alfred, "So what did that guy talk to you about?"
"Some things, he wanted to know why I killed those guys." Alfred sighed angrily.
"I told them you couldn't speak English, did you tell them anything?"
"Well yeah, how you were taken and they hurt my shoulder."
"I was not kidnapped! Why did you say anything? Your usually so quite around others." Ivan thought about that for a moment, why had he told the human? It wasn't any of his business.
"He seemed nice." Ivan finally said. He wasn't used to that, people being nice to strangers, it didn't happen. Alfred smiled a little, shaking his head.
"Who would have thought you to go for the 'good cop' routine?" Ivan looked up at Alfred, wondering what he had said but watched as he started waving at some of the passing demons for some reason. A moment later a demon started coming at them.
"Um...Alfred?" Ivan questioned as Alfred didn't move.
"Yeah?" The other asked, as if oblivious to the car coming at them, ready to probably crush them. It was getting really close, slowing down, maybe it would eat them. As it got closer Ivan couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed Alfred's jacket and pulled them back hard. Alfred stumbled backwards, tripping into Ivan and making them fall to the ground. Ivan winced, okay, not the most brilliant idea ever, but they hadn't gotten eaten. Alfred moved off of him, standing up, Ivan sat up, rubbing his chest, Alfred was heavy, "What the heck did you do that for?"
"Me? You were the one being a complete idiot here, not me! Do you want to get yourself killed?" Ivan growled, standing up himself.
"What?" Alfred asked, "I wasn't-"
"Hey, you two getting in?" The driver asked, Alfred looked at him.
"Oh yeah, thanks." Alfred said, going up to the car. Ivan hesitated before following, letting it drop and getting into the car cautiously, curling up in his safety position. Alfred leaned across him, Ivan felt his face warm at such close proximity, wondering what in the world Alfred was- oh, he closed the exit, sitting back up, pink just dusting his face. Ivan buried his face into the scarf, looking out the window to once again watch the world.
Ivan sat in his seat that Alfred said he had to wait in until he got done talking to his boss first, Ivan had just seen Alfred's boss for a little while. Still, he was fascinated with looked around the very white palace, it was so different from anything he had. Still, he had been sitting here for so long. He had seen some people working, even some woman wearing pants, but not only pants, there were some that weren't wearing barely anything, it made Ivan blush so much and look away. What was wrong with them? After seeing more skin on a woman then Ivan had thought he would ever unless married to one, he stared at the ground after that, or the paintings and plants. Anything but the people passing him. And they ignored him, probably because he still had blood on him. He was even given a towel to sit on so he didn't ruin the nice furniture. Such a rich place.
Ivan saw Alfred coming out and stood up happily to finally do something, and meet Alfred's boss after probably a couple hours of sitting, "Come on." Alfred said, looking upset and a little angry. Ivan blinked, standing up and following Alfred as he turned and started back towards where he had came from, where Ivan had seen Alfred's boss. After he stepped inside the doors behind him were closed by somebody, but Ivan didn't give them much attention as he looked around the room in fascination. He noticed Alfred sitting down and halted his eye wondering to sit down in another seat next to him in front of a desk with Alfred's boss sitting on the other side. Alfred cleared his throat, "Ivan this is my boss." Ivan wasn't really sure what the customary greeting was, he should have asked Alfred. Damn, oh well.
"Hello." Ivan said, hoping that would work alright.
"I thought you said he couldn't speak English." Alfred's boss said.
"Well he knows some things." Alfred said, "Anyway, Ivan, my boss wants to tell you a couple things. If you have any questions or anything I will translate, okay?" Ivan nodded in understanding, thankful once again that Alfred could speak his language, "Well it's about your situation actually. My boss can call your current one and you can be on a pla- erm, on your way to your country before tomorrow." Ivan blinked. He smiled.
"Really? That would be great, I would get to see who I have as my boss and there would be people there that spoke my language and I would be in my country!" Ivan said excitedly, just imagining it, would it be like Alfred's world? No, more snow, but other than that it should be the same, and he was the biggest country now, he had so many places to see. But Alfred seemed upset about something.
"Yeah, they could probably find somebody who can translate old Slavic."
"Oh my people don't speak it?" Alfred shook his head again, "That is okay, languages change." Though he was a little put down by that his desire to see his country didn't fade, "Besides you will help, yes?" Alfred smiled a bit sadly.
"No, my boss says he wants me to stay here." Ivan faltered, thinking about it. Alfred, the person helping him and now his lover, or seeing his country and learning about it. This sucked, he turned to Alfred's boss.
"I want to go to my country."
"He says that he wants to go to Russia." Alfred said, honestly he had been expecting that answer, it was really no competition for a country, nothing stood between them and their land. Nothing.
"Alright, I will call then."
"But I want Alfred to come with me." Alfred felt happiness at the simple request, it was empty since he doubted his boss would let him go to Russia while he was so angry at him, but it really was nice that Ivan wanted him to come.
"Ivan, I-"
"No, tell him!" Ivan insisted, pointing at Alfred's boss but looking at Alfred with a hard, determined look, "I want you to be my translator. That is a respectable position." Alfred hesitated before smiling a bit more, Ivan was a bit naive, but he humored him. Alfred looked at his boss, who was eying them curiously if not suspiciously.
"He says, ah wrong language, he says that he wants me to go as his translator." Of course Mr. Pres shook his head.
"Tell him that his people can find a translator. You can't even speak Russian."
"I did, he didn't listen." Alfred said, shrugging, "And this is exactly what I had to deal with during the cold war, really he's so stubborn."
"Alfred." His boss said warningly, apparently not liking Alfred mention the Cold War in front of said enemy, but if he didn't see any reason to hide it, it happened, history is history. But Ivan still acted like himself most of the time, "Just no, if he wants another country we can ask around, but you are not to accompany him." Alfred sighed heavily, turning to a curious looking Ivan.
"He says that they can ask other countries to find you a translator among our kind."
"But there are none like that you said so yourself, so there is-" Ivan's eyes widened, they would be asking countries and there was one other, "Please no." Ivan said, looking terrified, "I said I was sorry for feeding you to her, I really am, don't send her after me until she calms down! I don't want to Marry her-" Ivan started saying rapidly, tears forming in his eyes. Panic came over Alfred's face as well as his boss's.
"What did you say?"
"What you told me too! Ivan, it is okay, it was just a suggestion, I don't blame you for it remember? My Boss does not really get that she is crazy, he does not even know about others speaking your language okay?" Ivan calmed a bit, but was still scared from the memory of his sister basically molesting him. He nodded, but curled his knees to his chest protectively and repeated to himself that she didn't know where he was.
"No other translators." Ivan muttered quietly.
"You must have said more."
"No, seriously, that's all I said!" Alfred said, looking at Ivan a bit worried before looking back at his Boss, "He doesn't have good relationships with a lot of people in his time." True he was sure, not the reason Ivan was so upset, but he doubted his boss would understand Belarus's level of insanity. Boss-man sighed heavily, looking both annoyed and exhausted.
"You can't go Alfred, that's final."
"I know, you sound like you think I'm making this stuff up." Which, okay he sometimes did to get out of trouble, but this was different! "Ivan, you okay?" Ivan nodded, looking at Alfred, he did look calmer at least, "My Boss said that I cannot go still."
"Why not?" Ivan asked, annoyance flashing across his face.
"Well he is angry at me, and like I said he does not really get country relations, so he figures it is okay if you go with somebody else."
"I want you to be my translator." Ivan repeated.
"I know, thank you for that." Alfred said, smiling, it did make him feel special and needed, something that was hard to come by these days when people insulted him whenever he tried helping, "For one I think he thinks I am making all that up too." Ivan glared at Alfred's boss before standing up, "Ivan?" Alfred asked, sounding a bit worried, especially with an angry Russia around his boss. Not a good mix. Ivan went to Alfred and sat down on the blonds' lap, ignoring the awkwardness of it.
"Want Alfred." Ivan said in English this time, glaring back at the man behind the desk. There was a long stretch of silence, he felt Alfred shift a bit under him, but didn't move to even bat an eyelash. If he could do anything it was stare somebody down, especially a human, boss of a country or not. Finally the man looked away, but looked at Alfred.
"Alfred, you are not to encourage this any further. When his people come to pick him up you are to not do anything that would prevent it."
"Yes sir." Alfred said dully. Ivan looked between them, turning to sit sideways on Alfred's lap to see his face better as his boss picked up the black devise next to him, putting it to the side of his face so it covered from his ear to mouth.
"What?" Ivan asked, "You are coming right?" Alfred smiled sadly.
"No, I am not."
"But why, now he knows I want you to go with me."
"Because he is really angry at me." Ivan looked down into his own lap, thinking for a moment.
"I will see you soon though right?" Ivan asked, looking back up into the blue eyes. Alfred hesitated.
"No, not likely, Russia is a long way away and you need to learn about your country and I will probably be in trouble and busy over here myself." Alfred said, small smile on his face. No, something was off, what was Ivan missing? Why couldn't Alfred be his translator? Ivan shook his head.
"No, I do not know what to do, is my country like yours? What is different? What is normal now? What are countries doing? What if Natalia finds me?"
"Ivan, Ivan, calm down, okay?" Ivan stared at Alfred.
"I cannot be calm Alfred, I am a very long way from home. So very far. There is so much noise, sound, smells and things that are so new and abstract here I feel at times overwhelmed with just my senses. And now, what? My future self's boss wants me to take my other self's place? What will happen to that Ivan? Is he dead now? I want my memories back Alfred, and I do not think that humans will know about that and how to get them back. How will I get to England? Will he help me as you have or ignore me without his brother asking him?" Ivan paused a moment to take a deep breath, "These past few days have been tiring, I have learned things, but never enough to take his place. I have not felt what he has so I cannot be the Russia you know, and I do not want humans thinking they can make me into such with history lessons. History is an unstable thing anyway. I do not want to go to my country if that is their plans. I want to see my country, live with my people, experience this world before I get my memories back yes, but I do not want to be trapped in this world as the future Ivan. Do you understand? I am trying to explain as best I can." That was probably the longest Ivan had ever spoken in his life, and really he wondered if it even made any sense. Alfred stared mutely back at him before nodding slowly.
"Yeah...I get what you are saying." Alfred said, seeming almost shocked. Ivan leaned into Alfred, not caring anymore, he had had one hell of a day already.
"I am tired." Ivan muttered quietly, head resting against Alfred's chest just below his shoulder, closing his eyes and feeling the other breathing. He felt Alfred hesitate before arms wrapped around him, one resting at his waist and holding him closely while the other was closer to his shoulders, hand rubbing his back in a soothing way.
"Go to sleep, I will wake you up if anything happens." Alfred muttered, ignoring his boss's glare as he spoke to Russia's boss. He thought about what Ivan had said, Alfred had known that this Ivan was not Russia, sometimes he forgot that Ivan did not have his memories at times though, just because of how similarly they acted. But Ivan was right, he was not the Russia everybody knew with memories and pieces missing. Yet he was Russia at the same time. It was so confusing Alfred didn't know what way to turn the situation.
It didn't matter now he supposed because Ivan would be leaving, and if his boss had anything to say about it, then he wouldn't see Ivan for a very long time. Ivan had a point that his boss wouldn't be trying to find a cure to this thing, and Ivan would have to deal with today's politics and other countries instead while learning about the world's changes in general. How difficult, but his boss would be pissed as hell itself if Alfred defied him. Alfred watched Ivan as the other relaxed further, falling asleep. So this was it? So soon? This wasn't what hero's did, hell if Superman was in his place he would fly out of here so quickly and be helping Ivan no matter what. But Superman didn't have a boss he had to listen to when he was being a superhero. Alfred moved his hand that was making circles on Ivan's back and started petting the others hair, it was so soft and thin, it really was amazing.
"Alfred." Alfred looked as his boss spoke to him, the other did not look happy, he was off the phone now, "We will talk more after this is all settled, but I have an appointment that has been delayed. You can wait in one of the other rooms for the Russian representative coming over." Alfred nodded, moving his arms so that one was under Ivan's knees and the other around his shoulders before standing up slowly. Ivan shifted, opening his eyes a bit before closing his eyes again. Alfred turned and walked out of the doors that were opened for him before going and finding the guest room he sometimes used if he needed to stay at the white house. He had to do careful maneuvering to open the door, closing it with his foot, he moved to the bed, laying Ivan down.
Ivan turned to his side, glad for the bed under him, but hoping that Alfred would at least stay. After a moment or two he felt the bed dip and Alfred move behind him, laying next to him. Ivan turned towards where he felt the body, resting his forehead against Alfred's chest. He felt Alfred's arm move to lay on his waist. He was okay with this really, he let comfort and exhaustion take over him and drifted back into sleep quite quickly.
Ivan woke up, stretching a bit before reaching out his arm to find the warm blond. Covers were on him now thankfully. Not finding anything, Ivan opened his eyes, not seeing anybody on that side, he looked behind him, nothing. Then he sat up, he wasn't in the same white room. It was actually pretty dark at the moment, but he could tell that at least. It was cold, though there was a fireplace going by his bed. Ivan turned, examining the room, but not taking anything in yet, he looked out the window to see snow falling slowly. Lastly, he felt something in him and he knew he was in his country, "But...I did not even say goodbye." Ivan muttered in distress, curling into himself in the strange house. It seemed very elegant really, Ivan felt some curiosity in what all was there, but mostly he wanted Alfred back. He had been learning so much about the blond and his world and now he was somewhere else entirely, another world away for all he knew.
Ivan stared at the closed door to what he assumed was his future self's room. Well, he was going to get Alfred back. One of the first good things in his life and he was not letting it be taken away if he had anything to say about it. Now all he had to do was catch his boss's attention. Hm...he would first need to meet his boss and find out what sort of personality they had. In the mean time he just needed to avoid Natalia. Maybe he could see Sis though if they were on good terms.
Still, Ivan had a good idea as to what to do. And he would need a lot of blood.
Either that third guy ran off and called somebody or a civilian saw the corpses and called. You'll never know x3
