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Alfred’s ears perked, chewing on the inside of his mouth. He felt a little nervous to ask what was on his mind. But they were both drunk, so he could pass it off as that right? There is a slight chance they might forget. “Ivan... do you like me?”
Ivan laughed and started chugging, eventually finishing the bottle before laughing. "Fine, I'll give you another turn, Fredka. I pick truth." He was slightly tipsy, his words slurring a bit.
“Tche.. coward,” he took his phone out from the alcohol and and shook it. It was a little busted, but enough to work. “I dare you to call China, and tell him you want to break your allainces from him and join me. Or drink that whole bottle in one go.”
Ivan just laughed as he watched the scene, his bottle of vodka in his hand. He looked at the angered American, and decided to accept his challenge. "Okay, Fredka, I choose dare."
Everything happened in a blur and once realization set in, he stared horrified at the phone. “What the hell! Ivan what the heck!!” He shook the Russians shoulder and hoped Arthur wasn’t on his phone. He stared at the phone, thinking he should turn it off. As soon as he thought that, his phone started to ring with arthurs face. Alfred paled, and panicked denying the call. “Holy fuck- I’m so dead, why did you do that?” His phone started to buzz again and and fear settled in. He dumped his phone in the alcohol after panicking. But then realized he could’ve just turned it off. “My phone.. why did I.. this is your fault. Do you want to see me dead? Huh? I thought we were friends-ooh just wait! Truth or dare Ivan?” His eyes challenged him.
Ivan smirked as he got an idea. He went to the chat with Arthur, opened the camera, and went over to Alfred. "Say cheese, Fredka!" he said right before taking the dumb selfie and sending it to Arthur. He then set the phone on the table. "Now to watch and see what happens..."
Alfred stared at him, “Are you kidding- do you what’s gonna-“ he sighed and grabbed his phone turning it on. As soon as he turned it on, his phone started to buzz. The incoming texts was overwhelming and the amount of missed calls. Some were from others but most were form Arthur. He somewhat felt bashful of the amount of missed calls and texts from him. He wondered what it looked like from Ivan’s perspective, a clingy parent, or lover.
He sighed, feeling drained from the whole thing. He opened the text message and scrolled up to breeze through. It ranges from Arthur starting off with some business to asking About his wearabouts, to an immense worry, to cursing him out, texts filled with anger, worry, confusion, at some point he sees Ivan’s name. He’s pretty sure Arthur concludes that he’s with Ivan at this point.
Alfred felt slightly afraid, he didn’t know what to text. Also the fact he turned on his phone so they can easily track him. “I-I can’t.. do you have any idea what he might to do me.. you do it. You text him something.” He tossed the phone to Ivan, ashamed to say he was afraid.
"Turn your phone on and reply to all of Arthur's texts." Ivan chuckled, knowing Alfred must have gotten nearly a thousand texts from Arthur alone.
“How convenient,” he laughed then realized he had his phone turned off. He was pretty sure his texts and phone calls would be buzzing in. “Dare,” he stated. “I choose dare.”
Ivan immediately took a shot, chuckling afterwards, "I forgot my phone. Anyway, truth or dare?"
Alfred slightly confused rose a brow. What was he going to ask exactly? “Oh really..? I didn’t even know what I was going to say. Okay um,” he thought about it and nodded. “Text China and tell him you’re reconsidering your alliances with him.”
Ivan chuckled, happy that he didn't have to tell Alfred to take a shot for avoiding the question. "Anyway, I know what you're gonna ask, so I'll go dare." He smirked, wondering if he was gonna have to take a shot.
Alfred looked at him surprised. He hasn’t expect a question like that. His lips twitched and decided if he should drink instead. “I’m America, I’m suppose to have things under control aren’t I? I’m one of the super powerhouse, I’m suppose to act like everything is good and we are strong. Even if things are going terribly..” he drank a shot not knowing if he answered the question.
"You always seem to act really happy or proud, so I wanna know...Is that really how you feel, or is it a cover?"
Feeling somewhat irritated he sighed taking another sip, “Alright truth. Give me truth.”
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