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Alfred started to wander back to the time when he gets scolded and such by Arthur and a wave of embarrassment fills him. “Ah no.. let’s not talk about it... something I don’t need to know.”
Ivan chuckled, going over to Alfred in order to help him, "Is that a storytime, or would you rather not talk about it?"
"Hah," he turned to him and smiled, "Yea but you have no idea what hes like when Im with him alone." Alfred sat up and winced at the pain and burn but the medicine did help. He should start packing up.
"Okay...If you want, I can be there with you. He'll probably put most of the blame on me, anyway." Ivan finished packing up his things.
"No..." Alfred muttered, "You dont need to help me Im fine.." he sighed and buried his face in his pillow. Its true it does seem that way to everyone but Arthur is only trying to look out for him even tho its overbearing. He sighed again, groaning slightly.
Ivan laughed, "If you want, I can help with packing up your stuff. Good luck with Arthur, though. He still treats you like a colony of sorts." He started tidying up, humming a russian folksong.
Alfred grumbled and grabbed his phone to text Arthur.
[b 'Fine... I'll be back by tonight']
"There..." he tossed his phone and laid back into his pillow again. He sighed, knowing he was going to hear a mouthful from the short tyrant.
Ivan chuckled and finished packing his things, "Are you sure? Arthur might be here any second."
“Wait you’re paying?” Alfred questioned, he didn’t remember the start of their vacation. He sighed and slumped his gear back in the pillow. He decided he would get up after he felt better. All he knew was his body ached and everything felt hot and cold st the same time. “I’ll get up later.”
Ivan nodded, getting up and fidgeting with his scarf, "Our vacation got cut short, it seems. Don't worry, I'm the one paying for the cabin in the first place." He smiled and started packing up his things, seeming happy despite the fact that they had to leave.
Alfred took them and mumbled into the pillow. “yea.. let’s just.. not talk about it for now.” He sighed and looked at his phone. “We have to go after this.. Arthur knows where we are so.. we should probably go after we don’t feel like shit.”
Ivan nodded, immediately getting the painkillers and handing them to Fredka, "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" He looked genuinely worried about him, sitting down on the bed.
Alfred looked at Ivan and as he saw the others face red, his face instantly flamed red as well and he hid his face in his pillow, whining. “I didn’t forget..” his body burned and aches as he moved. “Medicine.. my bag I have painkillers..”
His phone buzzes again and he reached out, regretting moving and there he saw Arthur text, he groaned and placed it down.
Ivan had managed to make some hangover drinks, seeming to limp over to where Alfred was. He left the drink by the American's bedside table, noticing that they didn't have clothes on. Realization hit him and he went bright red, staring at him.
Alfred was sleeping in bed till he heard noises and ruckus, his eyes prying open and lifted his head. As soon as he did that, his head started to bang immensely. He groaned, and tried to sit up, “Ivan..?” But as he did so, he regretted it. His body felt numb and everywhere in his body aches terribly. He didn’t know why he was hurting, except for the fact that may be getting old. He tried to lay back down but the pain increased and his head wasn’t making it better.
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