He walked back to the house. The animals were dead in his coat. The little rabbits stood no chance against him. The cold air bit against his skin nipping at his cheeks and stinging his eyes. The cold made it easier to breathe.
His tongue darted out and swiped across his lips. He could hear the familiar growling of his stomach. He needed to go home as quick as possible. If he was hungry then he knew Alfred would be.
Legs moved without him giving the okay. His feet hit the ground heavily making a thumping sound. It sounded through the woods loud and low in volume. His ears tingled as the sound met them. It resounded over and over again each time his foot hit the ground and then again in his mind mimicking the sound with a fake quality that only happens with a sound inside your head.
He reached the house in no time taking out the dead rabbits and dropping them inside the door. The house was colder than the air outside just as it ought not to be. His eyes trailed to the ground. The floor was littered with mud. He shut the door. There was no reason to take off his coat.
"Alfred?" The question hung in the air. It sounded out of place. It felt out of place. That word didn't belong on his lips. Not on his tongue. Not around his teeth slithering out slowly.
It took a moment before a sound resounded through the house.
"Lighting the fire!" He picked up the rabbits by their ears and went to the living room. His feet felt wrong against the soft carpeted floor.
Alfred was lighting the fire the old fashioned way. Playing the violin with sticks. The rabbits ears started to slip from his hands. His tongue flicked out and swiped across his lips again.
"You got food. Skin 'em for me." Lips stretched across teeth in a make-shift smile.
"No, I caught them. You skin them and cook them." Alfred looked displeased at the idea. He took pleasure in knowing that he was the one to cause that displeasure.
"I can make your food taste like crap. England did have a major part in raising me, ya know." Alfred glared at him and he laughed merrily. A true laugh. Not the bitter one he was so accustomed to.
"Alfred, there is not enough food here for you and me. One will have to go without eating." Alfred glared at him.
"If I'm cooking, I'm eating." He nodded and sat down at the table.
"I figured as much. I do not wish to eat." He looked back at Alfred. Blue eyes tinted with anger. They were still so shiny. He hated those eyes. He'd like to pull them out of his head.
Alfred grunted and went to work on skinning the animals. A bloody mess lay on the floor when he was down. He grabbed a piece of wood and speared on of the rabbits. The fire was already going.
"There's still time to go get some food." He thrust the dead animal into the fire and watched delighted as the flames danced around it.
"I do not require any. I am a country therefor I do not need to eat." Alfred kept his eyes on the rabbit cooking.
"You don't require it, but if you don't have it you'll just end up with all the sings of starvation minus the actually starving part." He licked his lips and thrust the rabbit deeper into the fire.
"That is exactly why I do not wish to eat." He finally turned to him. He was eyeing him up and down.
"What's your game, commie?" He pursed his lips and leaned forward.
"I am so sick, America. Demented." He paused and licked his lips. "I don't wish to continue anymore. I am a country of people who hate their country. I don't know what to do with myself. Everything within me is telling me to hurt. To be in pain." He trembled a bit. "With these thoughts I can no longer be consider human. Not any part of me. My thoughts are evil, America. They tell me to hurt others." He covered his mouth as though he would throw up.
"If it looks like a human and acts like a human, guess what, it's a human." Alfred shrugged turning back to the fire.
"I no longer act human. Any human motion I happen to have feels too strange for words. America, I am not human anymore. I don't think I ever will be." Alfred smirked and turned back to him.
"Ivan, I told you to call me Alfred. Anyways, I find this all very delightful. You in pain. It's quite funny. Deliciously so! You are just too cute for words, Ivan." He smiled happily towards him pulling the meat out of the fire when it started to smell like it was burning a bit.
"You are very cruel, Alfred." He just nodded and set the food on the ground grabbing another stick and spearing the next rabbit.
"There's enough food for two here." Ivan sat beside him.
"I'm not hungry." He smiled slowly.
"Then I'll just have to feed you until you are." They looked into each other's eyes for a while before he turned away back to the food rotating it.
"We'd be very good allies now, Ivan. The Cold War is gone and so is the USSR." Ivan nodded picking at the already cooked rabbit. "I think you and I will be getting along very well."
Ivan looked up. Alfred did not look like he should have. He was not that carefree young boy that wanted to play hero. He didn't have that happy, charming air about him. He looked… Evil.
"Sleeping together again?" He smiled at Alfred. A true smile. Not the make shift one used when one cannot figure out how to use a real one.
"We are." He nodded understanding.
"We're getting along well, Alfred." They looked at each other for a long time. They both understood that they were comrades now. They were of the same species now. Neither of them human nor country. Something new and unknown.
"I'm glad you think so too." Alfred smiled and he smiled right back and they ate next to the fire.
A.N./ I feel very lonely when I am happy and look around and no one else is happy with me. It's a sad feeling since I do enjoy my solitude. There are a lot of fragments in this thing. English teachers everywhere would be ashamed to glance at it as they well should be. This chapter sucks. It's boring and useless other than in the fact that they begin to understand each other. This is gonna be one messed up piece of shit.