Ivan awoke the next day with Alfred on his chest again. This was new. This was exciting. He'd never been so close to another person like this and he didn't mean physically.
He pushed the other off of him and onto the floor. It wasn't much a difference between the bed and the floor and not much a height.
Alfred grunted and Ivan chuckled. He stood up. Another day he had made it through the night. He would have to do again what he did yesterday. He stretched his legs even though their protest screamed loudly in his mind.
Alfred sat up and looked him in the eye and he smiled to him. Such a cute boy. Especially without his glasses.
"Commie bastard! What the fuck did ya do that for?!" He licked his lips and stretched his arms above his head. They ached with the wear from yesterday. He would have to do this again.
"I have to get water and food." Alfred glared at him.
"Where the hell in this no good piece of a country can use a phone." He shrugged not knowing a phone within walking distance. There were a few in the city with the rich.
"Damn it, Ivan!" He stood up angrily. Ivan just watched him and walked closer to him.
"Do you want to hit me, Alfred? I'll let you." He leaned in close to him his lips ghosting over the others ear sending a shiver down his spine. "I know you'd like to." He kept his hands clasped behind his back lest he do something he knew would be bad for him.
"No! Now get your commie ass to the well to fetch us some water!" Alfred smirked at him. He just shrugged and left to go get the water.
He stepped out of the house. It was colder than yesterday. He licked his lips just to taste the air. It filled his lungs and felt cool and nice. It felt like smooth ice cream except too thin to be ice cream and cold enough to cool his throat.
He tilted his head back to see the pale gray sky that stretched with endless clouds just to depress everyone who saw it. He reached his arm up to the sky as if to grasp it and rip the color away.
His arm dropped and his legs moved by themselves in the way to which the well was located.
Ivan had left him and he was alone in the middle of Russia. He sighed and looked to the poorly patched window. It was amazing they hadn't frozen in their sleep. He still had a month left of this.
He lay back down on the lumpy mattress. This whole entire thing felt useless. Russia and him were… They were supposed to be enemies. He guessed last night had changed them in that aspect. They were some sort of comrades now even if he didn't want to be.
He stared at the molding ceiling then sat up. He would have to get some more firewood. They should always get plenty in case the weather decided to act up.
His feet hit the ground and he put on his glasses. It was still cold. His feet tingled against the freezing floor. He shivered and stuck on his shoes.
He walked out the door to look at the gray sky. That sure set the mood for a depressing day. He headed for the woods seeing a small rabbit run by. He wondered if it was one to die today. That would be unfortunate since it seemed only to be a baby.
He started picking up the driest sticks and branches. They felt numb against his palms and his fingers scraped against the bark of the wood or stick.
The leaves crunched under his boots. The sound tingled against his ears as he continued onwards gathering sticks.
The bucket of water sat inside the door and he shut the door slowly not to stir it. He walked out into the woods. It was starting to get dark and he saw a wolf. He smirked.
As he approached the lone wolf, which was odd, stared him down growling a bit. He picked up a sharp stick off the ground. Now or never. He lunged to the wolf.
Alfred sat in front of the fire waiting for Ivan. He was taking a while. He thought he ought to go look for him but decided against it quickly. He knew wolves came out at night and he knew there were wolves in those woods.
He heard the door open and he walked over to it. Ivan stood with a dead wolf in his hands.
"That's certainly a catch." He nodded and he smiled. Alfred clicked his tongue. "Skin it." He sat back down at the fire.
"I caught, you skin." Alfred smirked at him.
"You want it cooked?" Ivan nodded slowly not understanding that this was a bit of a trick question. "Then skin it and I'll cook it."
Ivan glared at him and went to skin the bloody, limp body in his arms. Alfred just sat and smirked warming his hands by the fire occasionally poking it with a stick.
He came back in a bit with the thing skinned.
"Bring the knife and I'll cut it up." Ivan grabbed the knife and handed it to him. Alfred started cutting it up and sticking it on the stick.
"This is quite boring." Ivan stated watching Alfred do as he did.
"We could always make out." Ivan assumed he was being sarcastic, but the idea was so tempting he leaned in and pressed his lips against Alfred's.
"Mmph?!" Alfred's eyes widened and Ivan smirked against his lips. He closed his eyes and started moving his lips against the other's. Alfred didn't respond, but he didn't mind. It was meant as a joke anyway. He pulled away slowly.
"What the hell was that for?!" Alfred yelled. He picked up the stick with the meat on it and shoved it into the fire holding it carefully.
"You said we could make out." He stared him in the eyes. It was funny the way Alfred blushed.
"I didn't mean it!" He glared and pouted pulling the meat away from Ivan and started twirling it in the fire.
"You didn't? I thought you did. I mean you made such a cute face that I was so sure!" He smirked and leaned back all the while Alfred glared at him.
"Bastard." He laughed a bit; his self-loathing dissipating for a little while. It would come back when he was alone. It always did.
"Why, Alfred, it's not nice to use such language!" He tutted and leaned close to Alfred again.
"Screw you!" Alfred glared at him annoyed. Ivan took great pleasure in the fact that he had made him mad. He would take even more pleasure if he made him sad.
"I would gladly, but it is much too cold to do that without any heat. I know I'm certainly not getting naked in this weather!" He leaned back again watching Alfred.
"Gladly?" Alfred quirked a brow looking at him. Apparently that was the only thing he received from those words. Ivan blushed at what he had said when he finally realized.
"I think this is a conversation for when we get back to your house." Alfred nodded looking at him wearily.
"I think the food is burning." Alfred jumped in shock and pulling meat from the fire.
A.N./ My best friend just said good bye forever. That hurt a lot. Can't figure out what I did wrong. I need to get these guys to America and soon so it'll be more interesting. A bit of comedic relief.