A/N: Well, well, well. :3 I am well rested. I am prepared to write all night long, because I slept all day. I know what fluff you are craving. Plus, I'd say at this point we're firmly halfway done with this story. So it's time to get these romantic feelings going. On Valentine's Day no less. France would be proud, lol. :3
When Ivan woke up the next day, he wasn't surprised in the slightest to feel Milashka gently poking his face with his paws, quietly meowing at him. Milashka, much like his owner, was an early riser. But unlike Ivan, who liked to sleep till around eight or so, Milashka liked to wake up as soon as the sun rose. So at 6:50am sharp, Ivan had found tiny claws poking him in the face without any consideration of his well being. In a vain attempt to hold on to his sleep, Ivan tried to pull the blankets over his face to shield himself from the tiny bombardment of soft pokes. Unfortunately, this only made Milashka start pouncing at the blankets where there was movement.
"Go away." Ivan grumbled, pulling one of his pillows over his head. "It is too early."
Unbothered by Ivan's annoyance, Milashka crouched down next to the pillow and he started to swipe one of his paws at the hand that was holding the pillow. Sighing, Ivan pulled his hand back under the comforter.
"Sleep." Ivan ordered sternly.
Of course, he was ignored as Milashka continued to leap around the bed, jumping on Ivan's legs, feet, and torso in quick little circles, meowing louder and louder each lap he made. He also tried to get under the blankets a couple of times, but due to the fact that Ivan had practically sealed himself in, he was unsuccessful. After about five more minutes of this, Ivan finally cracked open a tired eye and glared at Milashka, who was currently trying to chew at his feet through the blankets.
"Why?" Ivan asked grumpily, only for Milashka to run over and poke his nose. Accepting the fact that he was not going to win this battle, Ivan rolled his eyes and sitting up, he glanced over at the clock. Shaking his head, he scooped up Milashka and shuffled over to the bedroom door. Yawning loudly as he opened it, he slowly made his way to the kitchen, Milashka purring happily the whole way.
"You are pleased with yourself, Da?" Ivan asked in bemusement, rummaging around in the cupboards for the cans of cat food Alfred had bought yesterday. A self satisfied purr was his response as Milashka hopped out of his arms and onto the counter. Milashka's tail quickly flicked back and forwards as he closely watched his owner pull out his bowl and open one of the cans.
At the hiss of the can opening, a loud chirp was heard from the living room and Hero quickly jogged into the room and hopped onto the table, meowing loudly as Ivan mushed up their food.
"Hush, you will wake your owner." Ivan hummed, giving Hero a quick rub down his back. As soon as he was done, he put the food down on floor for them, and the two cats quickly descended on their breakfast.
Ivan made himself busy for a few minutes by preparing breakfast for himself. As he was waiting for his toast to come up, he decided that he wouldn't mind a bit off caffeine this early. While he usually didn't like to use it, he was feeling a little slow this morning. As he rummaged through some of the tea blends Alfred had, he absently wondered if it was colder than usual back home. That usually was the cause for his sluggishness most of the time. He made a note to check the weather at his home as he chose one of the white tea's from the box.
He was halfway through his breakfast when he heard movement coming from Alfred's room. A minute later, he heard Alfred leave his room and go into the bathroom and start rummaging through the mirror cabinet. Glancing up at the clock, he noted that it was around seven thirty or so. He wondered for a moment why Alfred would be up so early, but he didn't have to wait long to get an answer. Alfred stumbled into the kitchen less than a minute later holding a bottle of ibuprofen in his hand, bleary looking around the room. He seemed to be limping slightly as he walked over to sink.
"Dude, I am so fucking sore." Alfred grumbled, grabbing a cup from a nearby shelf. "I could barley sleep last night."
"Why are you sore?" Ivan asked as Alfred quickly swallowed a couple of pills.
"Because I fell on my ass multiple times on that hard ass ice." Alfred replied with a large yawn, putting down his cup and stretching his arms above his head. As he did so his shirt lifted up a bit, revealing some of the bruises on his back. "I'm totally black and blue."
"I see." Ivan said, eyeing the bruises with a frown. "You should have stayed by the wall instead of going on the open ice. You did not have to fall so much. I told you to go slowly." Ivan said with a shake of his head.
"Aw, you're no fun." Alfred replied, waving off Ivan's words as he opened the fridge and started to pull out some food. "It's more fun to run into new stuff."
"You do not have to get hurt to have fun."
"That's a matter of opinion." Alfred said, shooting Ivan an amused look as he sat down the table. "No pain, no gain."
"Is that one of your ridiculous inspirational quotes?"
"Right off the gym wall." Alfred admitted with a grin.
"I do not think you should take life advice off of posters." Ivan said, looking unimpressed.
"So you're saying the poster in my work office that says, "hang in there", and has a cat hanging off a tree branch is lying to me?"
"You are very strange." Ivan said, looking back down at his phone.
"I'm not hearing I'm wrong." Alfred replied, and Ivan could hear the smugness in his voice. Ivan wondered if it was worth losing brain cells arguing with Alfred on this. Glancing back up at Alfred, he saw Alfred holding back laughter, and he realized Alfred was just teasing him.
"Very strange." Ivan repeated blandly, and Alfred did laugh this time. Ivan couldn't help but smile as well.
"So, what's with the tea?" Alfred asked, pointing at the mug next to Ivan's plate. "I thought caffeine this early was the devil's work for you."
"I never said that it was bad, only that you should not rely on it." Ivan explained. "I was feeling slow this morning, so thought it would help."
"I'm surprised you chose the white tea." Alfred hummed, glancing at the tea box on the table. "I thought you'd like the stronger blends."
"Is that what you like?"
"Yeah, I like black teas. Left overs from my colony days I guess." Alfred said with shrug. "I'm fond of green tea's too, but if I had a choice I'd definitely pick the black teas first."
"You don't keep any in your home?"
"Not much, no. I usually drink sweet tea these days, so I keep most of those teas down south." Alfred said with a frown. "No one ever believes me when I say I like British tea anyways, so I don't usually keep them on hand for other people."
"Not even when England visits?" Ivan asked. Ivan instantly regretted asking as Alfred flinched at his question. "Ah, I did not mean to intrude-" Ivan started to say, trying to back away from whatever land mine he had inadvertently stepped on.
"No, it's fine." Alfred said with a sigh, cutting Ivan off. "Look, it's nothing. No, really." Alfred insisted when Ivan's eyebrow rose in disbelief. "It's an old sore point between me and Arthur is all. You know, I dump a bunch of his tea in the ocean, he pours boiling fucking tea over my head for about a century-"
"He did what?!" Ivan asked in shock.
"Oh, I thought you knew about that." Alfred said with a shrug. "Why do you think I like cold tea so much? Yeah, whenever me and him fought for about a century after the Revolution he would pour his tea cup over my head whenever we started to argue. It fucking sucked, and it was even worse when he had his damned tea pots with him. It was always boiling hot too, so it would take forever to stop the burns. We had a huge fight about it just before the First World War. I told him to cut that shit out, and it got pretty ugly. Mattie and France had to get involved and it was the last time we've ever really talked about it."
"He poured boiling tea over you?" Ivan asked again in horror.
"Well, more like he threw his teacups and tea pots at me while they had hot tea in them, but yeah." Alfred admitted. "It still fucking hurt though. Well, it wasn't the worst thing he did to me, but he knew I wasn't very happy about things burning at that point." Alfred's hand subconsciously rose up to tap at his heart, but he didn't seem to notice as he stared at a nearby wall with a grimace.
Ivan suddenly remembered that America's capital had been burned down at one point by England, and he suddenly felt like going over to England's hotel room and snapping the man's spine in half. He must have had a scary expression on his face, because when Alfred looked at back at him after a minute he looked rather alarmed.
"Woah big guy, no need to go on the war path." Alfred said quickly, giving Ivan a reassuring smile. "It's been well over a hundred years since Arthur's done that. Remember when I said not to bring up me drinking tea around him or he would start crying about it? Yeah, that's because he feels really bad about it. He barely even drinks the stuff around me now. He nearly started crying last time he was here because I actually served him some without making a big deal about it. It's cool now, I swear. And it's not like I was blameless the whole time. I threw a lot of his shit in the ocean during that time to piss him off, including some really nice tea sets of his. Some of them where irreplaceable, and I feel like an ass for doing it, but it's fine."
Ivan didn't say anything for a few moments, but eventually he forced himself relax a bit. "Irreplaceable tea sets?" Ivan asked with a hint of amusement.
"Dude, you wouldn't believe how many tea sets that guy has." Alfred said with a half amused, half exasperated shake of his head. "Whole walls of them at his country mansions. And of course," Alfred added with a snort of disgust, "they all have a history to them. Oh god, he can go on for hours about his fucking tea pots. He'll tell you when they were made, where they were made, who made them, every important person who drank from them, and every kind of tea he's brewed in them. It's torture man. They deserved to be chucked into the ocean."
"And he threw them at you?"
"Not his good sets. He usually had some new sets for when I came over." Alfred said with a huff.
"Maybe you should have given him a tea set for his Christmas present instead of a cook book in that case." Ivan said with a small chuckle. "He would probably start bawling at your party if he saw that."
Ivan waited for Alfred to say something in return, but instead the younger nation stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He blinked at Ivan in shock for a few seconds like he couldn't quite believe what he had heard. Ivan didn't know what to make of his reaction. It was so rare to see Alfred speechless, and for a brief moment Ivan worried that he had broken Alfred.
"Alfred? Are you there?" Ivan asked with a frown. In response, Alfred shot out of his chair and grabbed Ivan's face, almost making the taller nation almost fall out of his chair from surprise. Alfred's eyes were sparkling with unrestrained excitement and he was looking at Ivan like he had just told him the answers to all his problems. Ivan was painfully aware of how close Alfred's face was to his, as they were almost nose to nose.
"Oh my god! That's it! It's perfect! Oh my god, I could kiss you right now!" Alfred said, giddy with excitement. Ivan felt his cheeks burning as Alfred grinned up at him.
"You what?!" Ivan croaked out, but Alfred wasn't listening.
Alfred let go of Ivan and he started to almost vibrate from the excitement. "I can't believe I never thought about a tea set for him! And you know, because we've recently been getting along better it would be a great gesture to show him that we're close again. We have to go get a tea set, like, right now! You're a fucking genius!"
"Right now?" Ivan asked, still gapping at Alfred like he had lost his mind.
"Of course, no better time!" Alfred said, turning around and running out the room like a man possessed. "Move your butt! We're going out as soon as you're dressed. I can't believe I've never thought of this!" Alfred continued to ramble as he ran down the hall, until his voice was cut off by his bedroom door slamming behind him.
Ivan sat there in bewilderment for a minute, trying to process what had just happened to him. He felt like a tornado had just torn through the room. A tornado that had just threatened to kiss him? Was it even a threat? Alfred had seemed like he would been happy to kiss him?! He felt his cheeks burning again, and he didn't know what to do with that feeling. Of course, Alfred hadn't actually wanted to kiss him, but if he kept saying things like that his face was going to be permanently red. Ivan let out a small cough of embarrassment at the thought.
It was probably just the shock of the sudden physical contact, he decided after a moment. Even so, as he walked to his room to get dressed, and heard Alfred excitedly humming from the other side of the his bedroom door, something in his chest seemed to squeeze slightly. Frowning, he wondered what that meant. Shaking his head, he opened his bedroom door, letting the thought go as he wondered what he should wear.
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Eventually, they did make it out of the house. Alfred was excitedly chattering as they took a taxi down to an antique store that he had found in Brooklyn, showing him the selection of different tea sets he had found. Ivan was only half listening as they drove down there, not really interested in the different kinds of tea pots and how to brew different kind of tea leaves with them. Ivan couldn't help but find it rather ironic that Alfred had been complaining about Englands obsession of his tea pots when he seemed to know just as much about them. He chalked it up to denial on Alfred's part.
When they had gotten to the antique store, Alfred had wandered off with the owner to look at the different selections of tea sets, leaving Ivan to himself. Looking around the store, he found it to be rather large. As soon as he had entered the store, he had been surrounded by shelf's that reached up to the ceiling, and each shelf seemed to be over flowing with odd knick knacks and gizmos. What ever wall space that wasn't taken up by shelves had old posters and signs hanging up on them. The floor was covered with old furniture, desks, lamps, toys, and a large selection of other strange items. It was so crowded that he had to walk between small pathways carved through the objects around him.
Ivan amused himself by looking at some of items around him. He found some amusing things here and there, like a surprisingly large selection of old zippo lighters. He recalled that Alfred used to use them before he had quit smoking in the eighties. Ivan himself had a Zippo at one point, but he had lost it when he had tried to quit smoking a few decades ago. While he didn't smoke much anymore, he did from time to time on his bad days, but that was neither here nor there. Continuing down the pathways, he ended up finding a few other interesting things, like some old typewriters that still seemed to be in good working order, some old toys he remembered being popular around sixty years ago, and a rather amusing selection of books with some questionable topics. He also found a rather nice telescope set up in a dusty corner on the store, but after looking at the price he thought it best to move on.
At some point he found himself looking at a small selection of guns from the World Wars, which didn't impress him much. He had seen enough of those back in the day, and he didn't feel like dragging those old memories up at the moment. He scanned the rest of the surrounding area, and just when he was thinking about going and finding Alfred his eyes landed on a small glass display case in one of the corners. Mildly interested, he looked into it and was pleasantly surprised to see a modest collection of different pieces of jewelry laid out. He had been meaning to pick up a small present for his older sister for stopping Belarus from attending the last meeting. Perhaps she would like a new pair of earrings.
As he scanned the different pieces, his eyes stopped on a pair of sapphire earrings. They were in a tear drop shape, and they reminded him of his sisters eyes. He recalled that she had complained that she hadn't been able to find anything to march her dress for the upcoming Christmas party, so this worked perfectly. Ah, he should probably pick something up for Belarus as well, so that she didn't get jealous. He grimaced at the thought. It was bad enough that she was angry at him for this dating rumor going on, he didn't need her angry over him apparently favoring his older sister.
He spotted another set of pearl earrings next to the sapphire ones, and decided that a simple pair of earrings would go well with the dress Belarus always seemed to wear.
"Hey, what are you looking at?" Alfred asked, appearing from around a corner. He was holding a small slip of paper in his hand. Ivan guessed it was a receipt.
"I was picking out some earrings for my sisters." Ivan said, gesturing to the two pairs he was looking at.
"Oh, cool!" Alfred said with a grin, leaning in to get a better look. "Good choices. Ukraine showed me her dress for the party, and that should go well with it." Alfred scanned the rest of the case, and brightened up when he saw a small pin near the back of the case. "Hey, that one would look really nice on you."
"Which one?" Ivan asked, and Alfred pointed to a small sunflower pin.
"That one. You like sunflowers don't you?" Alfred asked cheerfully.
"I do. How do you know that?" Ivan asked, giving Alfred a curious look.
"You told me just after that shit show of a meeting. On the car ride to that ice cream place, remember?"
"Vaguely." Ivan said with a frown. Had he really mentioned that?
"Why don't you let me get it for you?" Alfred asked, and Ivan shot him a confused frown.
"Why would you do that?"
"Consider it an apology gift for all the shit you've gone through since you've got here." Alfred said with a laugh. "Ah, ah, ah!" Alfred added quickly, holding up a finger before Ivan could protest. "If that doesn't work, consider it as a thank you for helping me out these last couple of weeks, or for crying on you, or coming to the soup kitchen, or hell just consider it a souvenir. Seriously, just accept it."
"But you have been paying for everything since I have come here." Ivan protested, but Alfred just clicked his tongue impatiently at him.
"Oh please, most of the stuff I've paid for these last couple of days have been on my boss's dime. It's a perk for basically being on the job 24/7. I've actually spent very little on you. Come on, just let me do this for you. I'm going to do it whether or not you say yes, so you might as well accept."
"Did I even have a choice in the first place?" Ivan asked, shaking his head fondly at the shorter nation.
"Nope. Hold on a second, I'll grab the owner really quick and he'll ring us out. I'll be right back." Alfred said with a quick smile and just as quickly he seemed to disappear behind the shelf's.
A short time later, Ivan and Alfred where leaving the store, with Alfred's new tea set being shipped separately to an office in the U.N building, (Alfred was storing the gifts for the upcoming party in an unused office for convenience), and Ivan was holding a small brown paper bag with his purchases in it. As they walked down the street towards some of the other nearby shops, Alfred opened he own small package and pulled out the small sunflower pin.
"Wait a second." Alfred said with a grin, gesturing for Ivan to lean down. Amused, Ivan leaned down a bit and Alfred hummed for a second, looking over Ivan's outfit. Then with a nod, he carefully pinned the sunflower just above Ivan's left shirt pocket, just above his heart. "There, perfect! Like I thought, it really suits you." Alfred said, looking up at Ivan with an smile that could melt the snow around them. "Make sure you take care of it."
Ivan's heart squeezed again as he looked down at Alfred. "Da, I will." Ivan said a small smile, and he reached out and ruffled Alfred's hair, making the younger nation squawk in protest. "It is cute that you needed me to lean over to do that."
"Aw, shut up." Alfred said with a small pout. "I just didn't want to poke you with the needle."
"Are you sure it is not because you are short?"
"I'm not even that short! I'm almost six foot tall!"
"The key word being almost." Ivan teased, and Alfred punched him lightly in the arm.
"Shut up! Not all of can be tall weirdo's like you and Sweden!"
"I could always pick you up so you can be taller." Ivan offered, reaching out threateningly to grab Alfred. Alfred laughed as he dodged Ivan's hands.
"No thanks. No, stop! I mean it!" Alfred joked, ducking out of Ivan's reach again as Ivan tried and failed to grab him again. "Unless I'm flying, I prefer my feet on the ground, thank you!"
"You have not flown a plane in years." Ivan pointed out as they continued to dance around each other in a weird sort of dance, with Ivan trying to get close to Alfred and Alfred jumping back every-time Ivan almost caught him.
"True. Damn D.C. dicks won't let me fly any of the fun planes these days. Something about me surviving the impossible or raising suspicion or some bullshit." Alfred said, still backing away from Ivan.
"Hmm, it is the same with my people. No one lets me drive tanks anymore." Ivan agreed, still pushing Alfred back towards a nearby wall. "Watch your head."
"Huh?" Alfred asked, looking behind him at the solid brick wall in his path. Realizing that he was trapped, he swore as Ivan gave him a large grin. Before Alfred could duck away again, Ivan quickly grabbed Alfred under his arms and lifted him off the ground, making Alfred flail at the sudden upwards movement. After a moment, Alfred found himself being held up to eye level with Ivan, who was innocently smiling at him. His feet were a good couple of inches off the ground, and he felt like a small kid being picked up by a parent. So needless to say, something he hadn't felt since he was a colony.
"See, now you are tall." Ivan said happily. Alfred crossed his arms in an unamused way, although Ivan could see the amusement behind his eyes.
"Ivan, put me down please." Alfred said, firmly pointing to the ground underneath him.
"No." Ivan said happily.
"I'll start screaming."
"You may do so, but I will not put you down."
"Ivan."
"Alfred."
They stared each other down for about a minute. Alfred tried to squirm out of Ivan's grip at one point, but Ivan just started to lift him higher in response, so he stopped.
"Dude, how are your arms not getting tired." Alfred asked in disbelief after about five more minutes of this ridiculous situation. "I know for a fact I'm not a fucking feather weight like Italy."
"It is not a problem." Ivan said cheerfully. "You are not that heavy. I could probably do this all day."
"Please don't." Alfred said, finally giving up and pouting at Ivan, who beamed at Alfred's silent surrender. "Seriously, put me down." Alfred said, lightly slapping at Ivan's arms. "My arms are falling asleep."
"Aw, but it is so fun to tease you." Ivan said, but finally he put Alfred down. Alfred let out a fake annoyed huff as he straightened out his glasses, which had slipped down his nose when he had been picked up.
"Dude, I can't remember the last person who picked me up like that." Alfred admitted as he straighten out his coat. "That was weird. Usually I'm the one who picks other people up."
"I could pick you up again so can get used to it." Ivan offered, and Alfred ducked away again playfully, holding his arms up to his chest in surrender.
"Nah, no thanks. I'm happy down here thanks."
"Are you sure?" Ivan teased, reaching out for Alfred again. Alfred rolled his eyes playfully and lightly swatted Ivan's hands away.
"Yes I'm sure, Mr. Grabby Hands. Come on, we're burning day light here. There's a few more places we can check out here. You know, now that I think about it, there's this really interesting place downtown that you might like." Alfred said, suddenly perking up at the thought.
"Really?" Ivan asked, and Alfred beamed up at him.
"Yep. How do you feel about visiting a garden?"
_Somewhere in New York_
"Alright everyone. It's time to compare notes." Switzerland said, pulling out his little black book from his front pocket. Clicking his pen once, he looked around the room with a neutral look. "Does anyone have any new information they'd like to share?" There was a large number of nations in the hotel lobby, all sitting around in large squishy arm chairs, with Switzerland in the middle, sitting at a small table with a small amount of notes scattered around it.
"I do!" Prussia said, jumping out of his chair, his eyes gleaming. "I saw them at the ice rink in Central Park yesterday!"
"What happened?" Finland asked eagerly, and Sweden quietly nodding at Finland's question.
"Seriously, does anyone else find it weird how invested they are in this?" Denmark muttered in confusion behind Finland, only for Norway to slap the back of his head to shut him up.
"They were skating around the rink and holding hands." Prussia said excitedly, and a few of the nations started to whisper loudly in the background at his words. "Not only that, America held Russia's face at one point and complimented his smile. Then guess what?!"
"What?" A few nations answered eagerly.
"Russia blushed like a little school girl!" Prussia cackled.
The room let out a few gasps, and Prussia was sure he heard someone choke on one their drinks.
"Did they kiss?!" Brazil asked suddenly, and the other South American countries started to chitter excitedly. Most of them had bet on America kissing Russia at some point that year.
"Alas, no kissing." Prussia said with apologetic shrug, and Venezuela and Peru booed as the other nations laughed. As Venezuela and Peru handed out their money from their lost bets, Hungary strolled up to Prussia and gave him a smirk. Rolling his eyes, Prussia wagged a finger at her. "I haven't lost just yet. Don't get too cocky."
"We'll see." She said with a smirk, waving her money in his face.
"Don't get too excited Missy." Prussia said with a raised eyebrow. "Remember, if they don't say they're an item in two weeks or say they are before that you're going to be shelling out way more money than me."
"I'm confident in my bet." She said easily, strutting back to her seat with a grin.
"Alright, has everyone handed out the money they owe?" Switzerland asked after a few minutes after the money was exchanged around the room. After everyone nodded, he made a few marks to his little black book. "Does anyone else have a bet they want to put down?"
"I do!" Mexico said, raising his hand. "I bet 20 pesos Japan and Russia are going to fight sometime in the next few days." A few eyebrows shot up around the room at that.
"Why do you think that?" India asked with a frown.
"It makes sense." S. Korea admitted with a small frown of his own, scratching his chin in thought. "Japan probably won't be pursuing America anymore, but honestly I'm surprised that he hasn't tried to kill Russia yet. He really didn't like Russia before, but Russia just kinda strolled in and stole his man so he should be fuming right now."
"I should make a soap opera on this." Chile hummed under his breath, pulling out a note pad and jotting down a few notes. "It's good stuff."
"Send me that when you're done. I could use a laugh." Cuba said with a grin.
"Sure thing." Chile said a smirk.
"So, Japan picks a fight with Russia over lost love? That's kind of romantic." Belgium giggled, and Liechtenstein joined in, making Switzerland raise a worried eyebrow at her.
"Oh please." China huffed from the other side of the room, looking less than impressed. "If he did that America wouldn't be happy with him, and those two's friendship would crash and burn, which is the last thing Japan wants. Although," he said with a sad smile, "I agree that Japan is probably thinking about how to kill Russia."
"So what do you think is going to happen?" Spain asked.
"That is none of your business." China said smugly, sipping his tea.
"Kill joy." Spain laughed.
"I have to say, I'm surprised on how fast America and Russia's relationship is progressing." Germany commented from the back of the room, where he had been reading a news paper in a vain attempt to appear uninterested in the topic. "Regardless of them dating or not, they seem to be getting along surprisingly well."
"They were friends before they had that falling out." Italy pointed out. "They used to get along surprisingly well then too."
"Yeah, but with the Cold War I thought they were going to be at most luke warm with each other till the end of time." Greece said suddenly, seeming to have just woken up from his nap. For some reason a small cat was sleeping on his head.
"I hate to agree with this dip shit, but he has a point." Turkey huffed. "After all, from what I overheard from Cuba after the Cuban missile crisis, America and Russia met up at their border right at the height of the scare and literally had guns to each other's heads. It's weird that they're getting along well now."
"Excuse me, but what the fuck do you mean they had guns at each other's heads?" Canada asked loudly suddenly jumping out of his seat. A few of the other nations near him jumped in surprise as they suddenly noticed him sitting next to them. "He said he was in D.C. at the time!"
"Oh, you don't know about that?" Cuba asked with a frown. "I thought that burger bastard would have told you about that. Guess not. Yeah, after your brother knocked down my fucking front door and tried to put a bullet in my ass, he told me that just in case he had pulled that trigger he had made sure he had a nuke with my name on it. I mean my real name by the way. I believed him of course." Cuba said with a shrug.
"Please stop talking about the topic we don't speak of." Lithuania suddenly asked, looking uncomfortable. The other nations in the room nodded with similar expressions.
"Sorry, forgot about that." Cuba said apologetically.
"Excuse me, I need to go talk to my brother." Canada said darkly, and quickly walked towards the exit.
"Ooo, someone's in trouble." Prussia cackled after Canada left, breaking the tension in the room as a few of the other nations laughed as well.
"Who wants to bet America's going to run from his brother?" Mexico joked.
"It's not a fair bet if it's a sure bet." Denmark laughed.
A/N: Shit, I'm late. ;-; I planned on getting this chapter out on the 14th, but I got tired and put it off because I wanted to follow your advice and actually write while i'm not dying from the lack of sleep. Finally, I get to talk about the Cuban missile crisis. The other nations aren't fond of talking about the CMC because it scares the shit out of them for obvious reasons. Speaking of which, Russia did tell his sisters about this incident, which is why Ukraine asked America not to hurt him again, and is one of the reasons Belarus is so distrustful of America. No more on that, that'll be covered later ;P. Speaking of which, I wonder if anyone noticed that I wrote Ivan and his sisters as all lovers of knitting. It's mentioned by Lithuania near the start of the story that Ivan likes to knit, then Ivan mentioned to Alfred about Ukraine knitted his scarf, and it's implied in last chapter that when Belarus isn't planning to [censored for plot reasons] Alfred, she likes to knit as well. :3 It's not a surprise, seeing as they all live in cold areas. Oh yeah, btw, Ivan is definitely falling for Alfred if it's not obvious, lol. Japan's coming back soon btw. Oh yeah, I wonder if you can pick up on how Ivan expresses his love compared to Alfred. Okay, bye!
P.s. PLOT POINTS HAVE BEEN ADDED ONCE AGAIN. I AM UNSTOPPABLE!