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Okay, let's make history and be more epic than these people, shall we?
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¨Kindly shut up.¨
¨Don´t tell me what to do.¨
Russia grinds his teeth even as he keeps the smile plastered onto his face. ¨Even though I was right.¨
America, already a good deal flushed from his whiskey, turns even redder. ¨You shut up.¨
Russia takes a healthy swig of his vodka, but it is taking obscenely long for his usual fuel to warm him. It must be this damn place, this camp, this... No, he refuses to think about it. So he glares back at the man sitting watch with him in this obscene place he will not think about until he´s good and drunk. ...Ah, crap.
¨I hate your face.¨
This earns not only a darker shade of red to America´s face but also causes the nation to choke on a mouthful of pungent whiskey. ¨What?!¨ Alfred sputters between coughs.
Ivan nods, concentrating on Alfred´s blue eyes and fair face, ignoring the burned workhouse they´re sitting in front. ¨Yes, I think that is it. You are very ugly when you are drunk. See? Very red, like England.¨
Alfred sputters some more. Drinks some more. Yes, the alcohol will solve this new conundrum for him.
¨Well, you. You wear scarves! Are you a sissy or something? Scarves are for sissies.¨
Russia smiles a little wider. It makes Alfred feel like something dead just landed on his lap. It reminds Alfred of the dead people that all landed in a pit just a few meters away in this place were people go to die. He does not want to think about it, so he won´t, he can´t. He takes a deep swig.
Ivan touches a hand to his scarf, patting the fabric lovingly. ¨This was a gift from Ukraine. Do not insult my sister. That is low and makes you a ´sissy´, yes?¨
They killed sissies, both nations remember unpleasantly, in this place. They killed them and gypsies by the cart load and threw them in that pit or loaded them into trains and showers to be suffocated and starved. Alfred is weeping, Ivan sees, but grieving is a womanly thing. Ivan touches his fingers to Alfred´s blue eyes, to the tears and the wetness. He is surprised when Alfred does not pull away.
¨You are crying,¨ Ivan announces, lamely.
Alfred chuckles weakly ¨Does it make me even uglier?¨
Ivan does not have his gloves on. They are in his pack, taken off earlier in the day to handle the living skeletons that they discovered wandering the land of the dead. Alfred is warm under Ivan´s palm, his tears wet and soft. Ivan does not grieve for that is not his right; it is his sisters´ right and never his.
¨No,¨ Ivan whispers, envying Alfred´s tears. ¨It makes you beautiful.¨
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Ivan does not grieve for that is not his right; it is his sisters´ right and never his.
Ah, god, Ivan, stop making me think there's hope for you. *resists urge to hug him for anon would like to keep her arms intact thanksverymuch*
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Anon has most certainly delivered! This is so grim... it really hits the spot, what with the character dynamics and all.
Thank you so much! ♥
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