"Who said I was lying?" He looked over and smiled at him. Ivan had his eyes closed. He clicked his tongue and leaned close to him.
"You're a monster." He smiled and snuggled up against his side. Irina looked up at him smiling. He gave her a little wink and she giggled.
"I know. Aren't all of us? Think about it, Ivan. We've all done terrible things. Look at Ludwig. Austria, Arthur, Japan, China, Spain… All of them have done horrid things. Things no one should ever do. We've all done it." Alfred grabbed Ivan's head. He turned it to face him. Ivan had opened his eyes. He continued, "It happens. You get used to being a monster. You get used to the horrible dreams."
"I wasn't in war when I killed a child." Alfred looked at him his eyes blank.
"Why tell me?" Alfred just looked back at the girls. Ivan stared at him for a minute. He couldn't believe his ears. Then, he looked out the window.
The plane was moving much too slowly for his tastes, but he didn't say anything. It was too old to go any faster. He sighed as the land rolled by.
"Where are we headed?" His eyes stayed fixed on the window. He could hear Alfred shuffling around.
"Washington D.C. first and then we'll decide where to go from there." Ivan yawned and shifted in his seat. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He awoke a few hours later. Alfred was asleep with his head in Ivan's lap. He grabbed his hair with intent on yanking him up, but stopped. He ran his hand through Alfred's hair. It was coarse.
The two girls were curled up together. The pilot was looking down on the ground.
"How much longer?" The man turned back to look at him for a second before turning back. He had bags under his eyes. It was obvious how tired he was.
"We're touching down soon. Be in Washington in 'bout and hour or so. The plane doesn't move all that fast." He grunted and yawned. He wanted to stretch, but Alfred was on his lap.
"How long was I out?" He yawned again. He reached into his coat and pulled out a cigarette. "Got a light?"
"Yeah, just a sec." The pilot handed him a matchbook. Ivan didn't mind that he ignored his first question.
Ivan lit the end of the cigarette before puffing on it. He wrinkled his nose in distaste. It tasted awful, much worse than he had remembered.
He spent the last part of the plane ride stroking Alfred's coarse hair. It was boring, but he had nothing else to do.
The plane had a touch of turbulence that woke Alfred up.
"You're awake." Alfred looked up at him wearily.
"Go die in a burning hole of fire." Ivan laughed his ass off while Alfred glared at him. He ran his hand through Alfred's hair once more.
"Let's fuck when we get there." Ivan's face lit up and he looked down at him.
"I… I will think about it."
A.N./ Just a little teaser chapter I suppose. I like where I ended though. ^^ Hope you enjoyed if you read it.