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"Okay, okay. What do you want to play? Truth or dare? Never have I ever?" He chuckled and drank some of his vodka.
“Well.. it’s no fun if you don’t play,” he muttered and starting to dip the vodka. He did wanted to find out more about this tho.
"If you want to, I just feel like drinking." Ivan chuckled and started gulping down another bottle of Vodka. Damn, he basically had an unlimited supply.
He was surprised at the response. Mutual? What exactly did he mean by mutual? He purses his lips and took the offer of the drink. “Drinking competition huh. It’s nkt a good idea but I’ll take you on. Let’s make it interesting, and play some sort of game with it.” Alfred took a swing at the bottle, letting the vodka burn down his throat.
Ivan watched Alfred walk off, laughing a bit at how flustered they seemed. He took another gulp of his Vodka. "...Only if the feeling is mutual." He smiled and gave Alfred a bottle of Vodka, "I doubt I'm the only one who thinks a drinking competition is a good idea right now..." He smiled and finished off the bottle in his hand.
Alfred stared at him as he rambles, something in his heart was churning at those words. The Russian had a point, they were their own thoughts and feelings. Their own person, with their own ideas. Ivan wasn’t as bad as he thought he was. He seemed almost reasonable, and that the image he had of him was a frabrication of his own mind or what the people portrayed of him. “Ivan... do you like me?” The question took a second for it to register and his face went red in a second once he realized. “Ha ha... uh sorry o don’t know why I asked that. Of course you don’t. I’m kinda hungry I’m gonna make some food,” he stood up completely flustered.
Ivan chuckled as he heard a shift in Alfred's voice, seeming a bit confused. "Yeah, because you definitely would fawn over the wooden dolls I made of you and blush whenever I do the smallest thing that could be taken as attraction to you if you hated me. Besides, don't you think we're... [i more] than just a representation of our countries. We have thoughts and feelings that differ from our governments, so can't we have relationships that aren't dictated by what the political climate is?" He sighed and pulled out some vodka, drinking a third of the bottle. "Sorry for rambling..."
Alfred scoffed as looked at him surprised, “Me liking you? You must be out of your mind, I thought it was clear that I don’t like you, we’re basically enemies.” Even though he had spoken those words, something inside made his heart stop, as he started to doubt his own words.
Ivan chuckled, "If there's anyone here with something to admit, it's you liking me!"
“Does that mean I’m in your mind the most,” he teased the other. “If you like me just say so,” he looked at the little wood carvings and marveled at them.
Ivan chuckled a bit, "I remember what you look like the best...and you're fun to carve."
Alfred was surprised at the others flustered state and that surprisingly made him more flustered. “Oh...” he wasn’t gonna lie, felt a little disappointed, thought he was somewhat special. He mentally slapped himself for thinking stupid things. “Easiest huh? What’s that suppose to
Ivan felt a bit bashful as well as Alfred complemented his craftsmanship, red tinting his cheeks as answered. "It's not really a matter of deserving, you're just the easiest one in the allies for me to carve....and it's kinda fun making little wooden staues of you..."
There was a sign of relief that the wooden character wasn’t him but an unsettling feeling came as he wondered if Alfred himself thought that he looked like Aruthir. He shivered at the thought. He blinked as he looked at the little wooden figured of him and he started quite amazed. “Woah— you made these?” He took them and looked at it in awe, “You have some talent there!” He slowly started feel his face tint with heat as he felt somewhat bashful, “thanks... but why? I didn’t really do anything to deserve this.”
Ivan laughed and shook his head, "Nyet, it's Arthur. You can tell by the eyebrows." He pointed to the thick eyebrows he had carved, then dug his hand into one of the pockets on the inside of his jacket. Soon enough, he pulled out two little wooden dolls of Alfred, one with him doing a proud little peace sign and another with him petting what seemed to be a golden retriever. The dolls were amazingly done, not a single detail missing or done incorrectly. "These are of you, Fredka."
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