RusAme at a world meeting. Yes. Alfred has BPD and ADHD here. Ivan has schizophrenia and autism. Also Ukraine being a mother hen lol. Headcanon that Alfred actually had a native mom and dad and is accepted by a few tribes but sadly can't honor it much bc of his bosses being shitty. He is white passing as they call it. Also Ivan stimming.
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Ivan POV
"Brother! You lost weight! Here, I brought some meat pies!"
She shoves a package of food at me. I chuckle. "Thank you sister. But really, I am fi-"
She sternly shakes her head. "No. You must eat."
I gulp. "Yes, sister."
"Brother..." Natalya clings onto me. I pat her head, and she sits next to me.
"HEY DUDES!"
"You bloody wanker, why be so loud?"
"I don't remember asking for your opinion, man."
"Feliciano, you are wearing my shoes!"
"Romano, we have the same foot size!"
"No, your feet are bigger and now my shoes will be damaged! They're special ones from Milan!"
"Aiya, stop fighting you two!"
I giggle to myself, enjoying the chaos. This is the most fun I've had in weeks!
Vash and Laura (Liechtenstein) arrive, and I can't help but think how adorable the young blond nation is, with that bow in her hair.
"RUSSIA! DUDE!"
Alfred bounces over, giggling, full of energy as usual. I smile, secretly thrilled that the American sought me out. "Privyet, Amerika."
He bounces on his toes, and then he's offering me a package of something smelling delicious. "I made you something!"
"Don't take it, he can't cook." Arthur says with a smirk.
I smile intimidatingly at the Brit. "I am an adult, I think I know when something is poisoned. I am impervious, did you forget? Thank you, Alfred."
But Alfred is gone already, sitting back in his spot by Canada, a sad aura surrounding him. I turn to Arthur, who looks disturbed. "Ivan...was I too harsh, old chap?"
I stare. "Have you ever heard of just shutting your mouth?"
"Aiya, he's right. Sometimes you could be nicer. Alfred was just giving Ivan some food, I saw Kat doing it earlier and no one batted an eye." Yao says, arms crossed in his massive sleeves.
Arthur winces. "You're both right. Well, bloody hell."
He gets up, moving towards Alfred, who immediately pastes on a big smile, the aura vanishing. "Oh, don't worry, Iggy. I'm fine, you really think you can hurt my feelings?"
Arthur rubs his neck, looking a little disturbed by Alfred's change in mood. "I'm sorry, Alfred. That's kind of you to give Ivan a gift, it did smell good. When did you pick up cooking?"
Alfred's eyes light up. "I've always known how to cook! I honed my skills by going to a culinary school! Clearly it paid off!"
"He really can cook. Trust me." Juan says with a grin. Mattie nods, and Che even joins. Alfred puffs his chest out, giggling. I go over, patting his shoulder. Why must he look so cute?
The meeting commences, Ludwig sharing something about immigration. I search in my pockets for something to give Alfred, nomming on the treats Kat gave me. When I see Alfred looking glum again, staring at Ludwig's slides, I open the container of food with an American flag sticker. I'm met by fried bread, many toppings, and even homemade chocolate truffles. I have to smile at the sight of a Navajo taco, something Alfred mentioned in a presentation he made about native rights. (That meeting was rather serious).
