Insecure - RussiaxCanada 4/5
anonymous
February 17 2011, 04:25:53 UTC
He walked into the meeting room with his head held high. He'd just pretend nothing was wrong and go straight to his seat. He didn't feel like teasing anyone today. (He secretly wondered if the Baltics could tell, if they were already whispering about that 'fat-assed Russian'.)
“Hey,” Alfred said as Ivan passed by, interrupting his own conversation with Arthur. “Ivan.”
Ivan paused, looking at Alfred with real curiosity.
“Have you gained weight?” Alfred asked, tipping his head to the side and squinting.
Ivan fought valiantly to control the colour of his face. He could tell? He could tell that easily? Had he gained more than he thought? How much weight had he gained since Alfred last saw him? Was it a lot? What if it was 10, no, 20 kg! But it couldn't be that much, could it? Maybe he should cut down on the take-out Chinese...
Ivan walked away without answering, lost in the downward spiral of his thoughts. He didn't see Alfred shrug or Arthur shakes his head in confusion.
Twenty minutes into the meeting, when Ivan was feeling halfway himself again, the door burst open and Gilbert announced the awesome him had cake. Ivan watched with some excitement as the German wheeled in a cart piled high with white boxes with Austrian, Prussian, German, and French flag stickers on them.
These were going to be very good cakes.
He almost, almost, clapped in delight when the cakes for Eastern Europe were finally passed down. Three boxes stopped in front of him; being the biggest gave you the advantage of having the first pick at events like this.
He opened the one with the French flag first and his eyes lit up. A sunflower! The cake was a sunflower! The yellow icing branched off like real petals, and the centre was made of a fresh raspberry jam.
Ivan pushed the other cakes to either side of them, allowing his neighbouring nations to start in on them as he appreciated Francis' cake for a little longer. He took out his phone and stood up to get a better picture.
When he looked up, Francis was giving him a pleased smile. Ivan smiled back. That alliance was definitely a good idea.
Then, as the serving knives were being passed around, Ivan remembered Alfred's earlier words, the numbers on the scale.
Have you gained weight?
Ivan licked his lips. His hand moved toward the knife.
Have you gained weight?
His hand stopped.
Have you gained weight?
His hand pulled back.
Have you gained weight?
He rested both hands in his lap. Stared at the cake for a little longer.
Have you gained weight?
He fought back his anger and embarrassment and his disappointment, his huge, huge, his bigger-than-Siberia disappointment.
Have you gained weight?
With both hands and all of his willpower, he pushed the cake away.
“I'm not in the mood for this today,” he explained, perhaps a little too cheerfully. He edged it toward Eduard. “I think Estonia should cut it, since he's so precise~”
Eduard looked noticeably uncomfortable with the task, especially once he saw the type of cake, but he quickly covered it. Ivan was ignoring him anyway; he was too busy glaring at Alfred. After the meeting was over, he thought maliciously, he was definitely going to tell him how fat the cake was going to make him.
He giggled darkly, and his neighbours edged away.
After the meeting, he went straight to Alfred with the intentions of telling him just how fat he was and how much fatter he was going to get, the bastard!
He tapped him on the shoulder, watched with glee as he turned around, and then was about to open his mouth when he noticed...
His eyes.
He frowned. “You're not America.”
Matthew looked thrilled. “That's right! I'm Canada!”
Ivan glared at him. Matthew didn't even notice, so he glared a little harder, just enough so that he'd notice.
Matthew shifted, uncomfortable. “Uh... is there... I mean... did you need either of us for something?”
“Alfred's fat.” Ivan said, still glaring. He wanted to tell someone, and who would be better than his brother? If he looked at his face, he could pretend Matthew was Alfred.
“Hey,” Alfred said as Ivan passed by, interrupting his own conversation with Arthur. “Ivan.”
Ivan paused, looking at Alfred with real curiosity.
“Have you gained weight?” Alfred asked, tipping his head to the side and squinting.
Ivan fought valiantly to control the colour of his face. He could tell? He could tell that easily? Had he gained more than he thought? How much weight had he gained since Alfred last saw him? Was it a lot? What if it was 10, no, 20 kg! But it couldn't be that much, could it? Maybe he should cut down on the take-out Chinese...
Ivan walked away without answering, lost in the downward spiral of his thoughts. He didn't see Alfred shrug or Arthur shakes his head in confusion.
Twenty minutes into the meeting, when Ivan was feeling halfway himself again, the door burst open and Gilbert announced the awesome him had cake. Ivan watched with some excitement as the German wheeled in a cart piled high with white boxes with Austrian, Prussian, German, and French flag stickers on them.
These were going to be very good cakes.
He almost, almost, clapped in delight when the cakes for Eastern Europe were finally passed down. Three boxes stopped in front of him; being the biggest gave you the advantage of having the first pick at events like this.
He opened the one with the French flag first and his eyes lit up. A sunflower! The cake was a sunflower! The yellow icing branched off like real petals, and the centre was made of a fresh raspberry jam.
Ivan pushed the other cakes to either side of them, allowing his neighbouring nations to start in on them as he appreciated Francis' cake for a little longer. He took out his phone and stood up to get a better picture.
When he looked up, Francis was giving him a pleased smile. Ivan smiled back. That alliance was definitely a good idea.
Then, as the serving knives were being passed around, Ivan remembered Alfred's earlier words, the numbers on the scale.
Have you gained weight?
Ivan licked his lips. His hand moved toward the knife.
Have you gained weight?
His hand stopped.
Have you gained weight?
His hand pulled back.
Have you gained weight?
He rested both hands in his lap. Stared at the cake for a little longer.
Have you gained weight?
He fought back his anger and embarrassment and his disappointment, his huge, huge, his bigger-than-Siberia disappointment.
Have you gained weight?
With both hands and all of his willpower, he pushed the cake away.
“I'm not in the mood for this today,” he explained, perhaps a little too cheerfully. He edged it toward Eduard. “I think Estonia should cut it, since he's so precise~”
Eduard looked noticeably uncomfortable with the task, especially once he saw the type of cake, but he quickly covered it. Ivan was ignoring him anyway; he was too busy glaring at Alfred. After the meeting was over, he thought maliciously, he was definitely going to tell him how fat the cake was going to make him.
He giggled darkly, and his neighbours edged away.
After the meeting, he went straight to Alfred with the intentions of telling him just how fat he was and how much fatter he was going to get, the bastard!
He tapped him on the shoulder, watched with glee as he turned around, and then was about to open his mouth when he noticed...
His eyes.
He frowned. “You're not America.”
Matthew looked thrilled. “That's right! I'm Canada!”
Ivan glared at him. Matthew didn't even notice, so he glared a little harder, just enough so that he'd notice.
Matthew shifted, uncomfortable. “Uh... is there... I mean... did you need either of us for something?”
“Alfred's fat.” Ivan said, still glaring. He wanted to tell someone, and who would be better than his brother? If he looked at his face, he could pretend Matthew was Alfred.
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