{Alfred}
Alfred was already seated in his chair at the meeting, and he had been the first to arrive since it was held in The United States this time. He was quiet, which was extremely rare at those meetings. Alas, he was quiet because he was in deep thought. He couldn't stop thinking about Ivan's appearance lately. He didn't know if any other country had noticed it, but he had gotten paler than ever before. Yeah, you're probably wondering: 'I thought Alfie didn't care about the commie' but Alfred...did. He liked liked him if you know what I mean. He had suddenly started to get worried about Ivan if he ever hurt himself instead of making fun of him. He found it hard to talk around him, and he got a little blushy when it came to talking. Anyway, Ivan was looking a bit sick. He was paler, his eyes seemed to have turned a light grey color, his hair was always screwed up somehow, and he started to look skinnier than before. As Ivan walked into that meeting, his eyes darted around the room. He shook slightly as he sat down in his chair directly across from Al. His shoulders were slumped this time, and the other countries noticed easily. At first Francis came up to him with a rose, and gently handed it to him. "Is something wrong, mon ami?" He asked. But Ivan didn't answer. He just stared at the deep red rose, lost in his own world. His fingers trembled more after an unknown amount of time, and the rose fell from his fingers onto the table. He didn't even go after it. He just kept staring with his hands still near his face. The other countries behind him stared with worried expressions. Sure, they were scared of him. But...but this was something else.
