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Ivan pouted, "Nyet..." He laid Alfred on the bed and laid down with him, hugging the American as if he was a plush bear as he quickly fell asleep. Soft snores came from the Russian almost five seconds after he got in bed with Alfred.
He groaned as his head was bounced, eyes hazy as he stared at Ivan, "You want me to puke all over you?"
Ivan smiled and gave another laugh, carrying Alfred to the cabin in a childish fashion, "Nyet, I'm never putting you down Fredka!"
Alfred gasped as he was suddenly lifted, the weight of motion flushed towards his head as he felt incredibly dizzy. "Hey! why are you carrying me let go," he shifted in the others hold feeling somewhat nauseous. "Stop making me look delicate," his slurred words faded trying to contain his dizzying head.
Ivan gave a drunken laugh, "The sunflower has seemed to have lost it's balance so I help, da?" He picked the American up almost too easily, hugging Alfred like a plush animal as he lifted him into the air, "Your cowlick looks like a petal and your hair is golden like a sunflower~"
Alfred stared baffled, not sure whether to feel offended or complimented. "I-I don't ask for attention nor do I seek for it," his slurred words made it hard for him to articulate his sentence. "I'm just that great that everyone pays attention to me. You should learn a thing it two from me-and im no flower," his balance tipped as he grabbed a hold on Ivan to make himself steady.
Ivan laughed drunkenly as Alfred tried to escape, "I called you a sunflower, because that's what you are~ A delicate little sunflower that always looks for attention like it's the sun, yet still manages to be beautiful~" He gave smile that seemed to be a mix of flirty and proud, his words slurring together.
Alfred stumbled towards him as his brain was trying to register what was going on. He felt the dizziness in his head as he slowly came to figuring out where he stood. Giving out a small confused laugh he leans back trying to push the other away with his hand. "What are you doing," he slurred as his brows quirked. "Hey- I can handle alcohol you.. you-" he looked Ivan weirdly, "What did you call me?"
Ivan chuckled as he grabbed the American's arm and pulled him closer, wrapping his other arm around his back in case he tried to escape. The Russian's chest was against Alfred's as he spoke, "I can handle it much better than you, Fredka, you delicate little подсолнух~" His words were starting to slur as well.
"Pff-- if we had a different strategy then it might, like in those movies," he muttered under his breath taking another sip of his drink. He watched Ivan consume the alcohol as a noticed the alcohol getting to him. He grinned amused by the situation, although if he was honest Alfred was also quite drunk so anything could look weird to him. "Oh? What's wrong Ivan, don't tell me you are drunk, I thought you could handle your alcohol," he snickered as the words slurred the slightest pushing Ivan's chest with his finger.
Ivan sighed, "Take it from my experience Fredka, anarchy isn't the best solution..." He laughed as Alfred continued on on his tangent about staging a revolution. He was definitely determined, apparently to the point of winning his independence way back when. He saw the American hand him the bottle of vodka and sighed, giving in. After chugging a few full bottles of vodka, he began feeling tipsy and quite needy as he stared at Alfred. Was he supposed to be that sexy?! Ivan continued to stare at the American, feeling confused as to why he felt so attracted to them.
Alfred looked at his hand then back at him, "oh come on, you are the least person I thought would say that. Wouldn't doing something be protecting our people? We could finally get rid of them!" His voice went back to a whisper, "Well.. I'm sure Arthur wouldn't like that or help in any way.. well the others wouldn't help much with it either.." he frowned, "we can just do t ourselves," he reached fonhis drink and have some more to the other. "Come on drink, I want to see you drunk."
Ivan laughed, noticing that the american was beginning to get a bit tipsy. He put his hand on America's head, avoiding the cowlick for once, "Fredka, I know we're both having problems with our government, but I don't think that's the best idea. We just have to do our part to help our people and country, da?"
"Mhm," Alfred can agree to that. "I feel you-- my country right now is not at its best at all," he murmured drinking more. The alcohol was slowly starting to get to him. "My country is slowly staring to become similar to yours, kinda sad really. Well it was already similar but still,"he sighed. "You know what we should do, we should team up and over throw our leaders, yea- and maybe we can have the others to help us!"
Ivan sighed, seeming to now be in a state of regret, "I've never been with another man, despite my wishes, so I've never gotten to know how that feels. As for being the boss...I wish. You probably already know that our government has corruption problems, and even if I did come out, they'd do everything they could to shut me up...I wish I could help my people more, I really do..."
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