thatcheeseburgeridiot:

His eye twitched and it took a fair amount of control to restrain himself from lunging forward and breaking that stupid nose of his. Nah, Al. It’s not even worth it. Be the adult here, he thought to himself, intertwining his fingers and placing them behind his head. “You’re right. It’s so useless to get worked up about someone who isn’t even a threat to me anymore,” he grinned, giving himself a mental high five at that one.

Ivan could tell that he was getting to the American. It was already a bit surprising they haven’t started brawling just yet, but he had the feeling that it would start soon. His mouth had twitched at America’s response, a dark aura surrounding him. It probably won’t be long for them to start throwing punches now. “Hm, that is true. I bet you can’t even move as fast, what with all that fat in you from eating those disgusting Amerikan foods!” he retorted, throwing back the insult back at him. That felt really good to say.

hetaliafantasy:

Merry christmas guys

Happy Valentine’s Day ~ I don’t see much point in it, but others seem to like it.

thatcheeseburgeridiot:

wishfulsunnydays:

thatcheeseburgeridiot:

wishfulsunnydays started following you

The American rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and putting on a dynamic frown, one that usually contrasted his jubilant demeanor. “Oh, great. Just my luck. Didn’t think I’d actually haveta see you outside of meetings,” he remarked sourly.

Ivan gave a light giggle, even though he was none too happy with seeing the American either. Good thing for him that Russia was in a fairly positive mood. “It is nice to see you too, Amerika!” he exclaimed, ignoring the other’s foul mood.

Al quirked a brow, never really understanding how he could really be so damn happy all the time. “Really now? Somethin’ tells me that that’s bullshit,” he grumbled, remembering how his boss had said that he should at least try to be nicer to his ex-enemy. 

Ah, it was always like this. He was used to America’s attitude by now, so Ivan wasn’t surprised at his snappy comeback. It made his smile grow just a bit wider. “You’re always in a foul mood! At least I try to be nice,” he exclaimed. Ivan disliked the other, but at least he was trying even when America annoyed him. “Of course I’m not happy to see you, but it is better than being so grumpy!”

thatcheeseburgeridiot:

wishfulsunnydays started following you

The American rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and putting on a dynamic frown, one that usually contrasted his jubilant demeanor. “Oh, great. Just my luck. Didn’t think I’d actually haveta see you outside of meetings,” he remarked sourly.

Ivan gave a light giggle, even though he was none too happy with seeing the American either. Good thing for him that Russia was in a fairly positive mood. “It is nice to see you too, Amerika!” he exclaimed, ignoring the other’s foul mood.

the-glass-child:

Of course Alfred hadn’t actually expected the guy to attempt to murder him when the lights were out; he wasn’t quite that paranoid. However, now that that seed of thought had been implanted in his brain, along with that all-too-innocent tone of voice that did nothing to appease him, the American was starting to feel the effects of being the harried victim in all those crime shows. Oh, he knew all too well what these stalker and psychopaths were capable of, especially from Criminal Minds! He snuck a peek behind him; the guy looked intimidating enough, but he wasn’t crazy on top of it… was he? 

How wonderful. Now he would have to sleep with his security system on again. And it had taken him months to finally rid himself of that habit when he’d had an extremely crazy, lovesick woman after him! Really, that was the last time he would ever introduce himself with his real surname. It just spelled all sorts of trouble.

Continuing to pick through the potatoes, he nodded as he scooted over, allowing the other to assist him in the task. “Well, usually. I mean, starch is good for ya’ and all, but it’s a little tasteless sometimes. Unless your taste in cuisine runs along those lines, then a little salt and a little flavouring really wouldn’t hurt much.” Giving the picked potatoes second glances, Alfred gently placed them into the basket. “But for now, we’ll go with the gravy! ‘Specially since I’m hungry, and just in case I somehow mess up the potatoes, the gravy’s taste will at least cover it up.”

Alfred chuckled, glancing at his watch and back at the man, eyebrow arched. “Vodka?” Aware that the drinking age was over twenty-one, he could safely conclude that the man must have met that requirement. But just how old was he? He’d never been good with age estimation. “You are aware that for a romantic setting, wine would be better?” he deadpanned. “Tch, has no one ever taught you the basics of l’amour?”~

Ivan had checked over the potatoes some more, nodding at Alfred offhandedly. He didn’t mind having no gravy. Ivan did eat some luxurious foods in his time, but usually, he preferred something like a home-cooked meal. He would have told Alfred he didn’t need any gravy, but the blond had already made up his mind. Besides, Alfred was the one cooking, so there wasn’t much room Ivan could complain. As the saying goes, beggars can’t be choosers.

Placing some more potatoes in the cart, Ivan asked, “This is good enough?” They had gathered a fair amount of them. He wasn’t sure if that was enough for what Alfred had planned to cook. If he remembered correctly, it was called mashed potatoes? It sounded like someone would just crush the potatoes or something along those lines. Well, hopefully it tasted good.

A somewhat menacing smile was on Ivan’s face at the mention of wine. Sure, he did like wine, but not as much as vodka. Wine usually tasted too sweet for him. Ivan probably shouldn’t have asked for the blond’s opinion on it. Though, he was surprised at the mention of a ‘romantic setting’ or whatever Alfred just said. The Russian didn’t think anything of that sort; he just wanted some vodka. Besides, this was only a small dinner.

“Alfred,” Ivan began, chuckling as the words ran through his mind again. The boy was starting to sound like France, sprouting things about l’amour and lecturing him about romance. He only considered this something like a dinner with his sisters. “I was not aware this is supposed to be ‘romantic’ and wine is not my favorite. Vodka is better.” Really though, vodka is much better. “And I’m not interested in hearing the basics!” he exclaimed lightly, his smile cheerful. He had heard France talking about that kind of stuff already, and he didn’t need Alfred to start either. “Anyway, can I get some vodka or not? I’ll get some wine for you since you don’t seem to like vodka.”

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mimkovow:

Matryoshka Hero.