The world was lighting up! At least, the world around Alfred. He grinned a sparkling smile as he watched the first fireworks begin to decorate the night sky. Loud whistles and flashes of light made Alfred's baby blues shine like the explosives.
But, it wasn't the greatest.. No, this birthday was being spent alone. He'd invited everyone!! But, nobody could come.. They were either busy or.. busy.. He sighed heavily. How could anyone be too busy for a party?! Even his brother, Matthew, was busy with some sort of international affairs with Ned..
Alfred was walking out to his back yard quietly. Ah, the countryside. It never ceased to calm him.. He watched the big oak trees around him and the night sky where he could point out the Milky Way. A shame they were all missing it! He didn't need them anyways! He could celebrate his own party with his own music and his own alcohol!
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Alfred had now been drinking alone for about an hour and a half. He was watching the sky explode with colours as he just drank through his beer and bourbon. His vision was spinning gradually and he laughed, watching the moon, the stars, and the flashes of light. He'd forgotten how much he liked being alone.
He didn't take any notice, as usual, to his surroundings. More specifically, the Russian nation walking into his home and to his yard where he could hear the giggling. He frowned a little on seeing Alfred alone "Fredka?" He asked, walking out to him.
Alfred grinned widely as he looked up at Ivan. He laughed and stood slowly, falling against him "Yo, dude" he commented, holding his coat. How could he wear something so hot in the middle of July?! Alfred nuzzled the coat, chuckling "It's gotta be hot as hell for you, dude"
Ivan watched the hammered man below him quietly, chuckling "It is not very much hot for me. I am used to wearing the hot things all of the time" he pet Alfred's hair, pushing away any thoughts that would be less than appropriate "So.. Why are you all alone here?" He frowned again, still petting the shorter nation's hair.
Alfred grumbled "They're all 'busy'" he said, using air quotations with his fingers at the last word. He adjusted his glasses and sighed "Yeah.. Sit and drink with me!" He grinned, pushing Ivan to the ground in a seated position. He then ran inside of his house, giggling as more fireworks made their presence known.
Ivan watched the man run off, a soft smile coming to his face. He typically wasn't trusted to be alone with anyone, but he was with Alfred. How strange. He waited patiently for Alfred to come back. He did, carrying.. his whole.. alcohol cabinet? He'd forgotten how strong Alfred was! Of course, he could still pound him to a pulp if the time ever came..
Alfred skipped back to Ivan with a bottle of vodka "Here, dude!" He chirped happily, handing it over. Ivan took it gratefully "Thank you, America" he smiled. And there they sat, drinking and watching the sky together.
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((Warning, lemon happens now))
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Ivan really had no idea how they got here.. There they were in the middle of Alfred's well kempt backyard. And they had their lips pressed to each other's. Alfred had him by the collar and was keeping him in the kiss. Ivan, never really one to deny affection, kissed back hesitantly.
Alfred slowly pulled away, face flushed with drunkenness and embarrassment "Sorry.. I've just always wanted to do that.." He said sheepishly.
"Do not worry, Fredka, I have wanted to for quite the long time as well.." The Russian said, blushing softly and hiding most of his face in his scarf. He couldn't help but look at Alfred. The way the explosions of light would make his eyes and smile gleam even brighter than usual. Little did he know that Alfred was looking at the way the moonlight graced Ivan's features and made him look even more perfect.
