Chapter 4
Alfred slowly opened the door thinking it was one of his family members, but he has wrong. Russian wrong…. "Where is she?" Ivan yelled as soon as the door opened. "Where is who?" Alfred faked a dumb act, but with Ivan around it wasn't at his best. "Natalia, dumbass!" "She must be at your place because I haven't seen her." "You're lying…" Ivan quickly raised his nose and took a few sniffs. "Something smells sweaty…" The American quickly ran in front of the curious Russian. "You're crazy! I don't smell a thing!" A nervous giggle slipped out of his mouth. "Hmmm… Those burgers must be clogging something other then your heart too, right Comrade?" "Don't call me that." "Whatever, Comrade, I just want to go in that room!" Ivan pointed over to Alfred's room and stared at the ground for a few minutes. "What the hell is that?" Alfred was confused. What was what? Nothing was wrong there. It was like that until he also took a look at the ground and saw… "Natalia's dress! You lying fuck! You lied right through your own fucking teeth!" Ivan did a quick paced walk towards Alfred's bedroom and knocked the door open with his pipe. There lied Natalia. No clothes. No idea what's happening and no virginity… "GET UP NOW!" Natalia was shaking when she heard that voice. "B-Brother…" "Don't 'brother' me right now. Get your dress and leave!" She scurried over and grabbed her dress, flashing it on her. "Now let's leave this whorehouse." Natalia slowly walked passed Alfred and kissed him deeply. "I love you, Alfred~" "I love you too, Natalia~" She quickly slipped her number in his robe and left behind her brother. And she was gone… just like that. But he still had her number. Maybe it's too soon to call her. Or not. He couldn't decide.