There's going to be a bunch of America ones because guess what....I'm American. Lol. Hee hee. Also Chubby America because he also has BED here and ED sufferers are not all skinny and we need chubby Alfred rep bc chubby bodies are also beautiful. TW for an ED and BPD and Alfred having mh issues.
Ivan POV
When I come home from a meeting of the Slavic nations, I hear crying from the bathroom. I find Alfred sniffling as he stares down at the scale. I tug him away, secretly loving him shirtless but knowing any comment on his body will make it worse.
Alfred curls up on our bed, sobbing softly. I lay next to him. "Alfredka, you are not ugly."
He sobs harder. "Arthur's going to poke so much fun at me! It's obvious, I gained at least ten pounds! All because I keep binging and I...I can't stop!"
I rub his bare back, my fingers gently caressing the freckles all over his back, avoiding the large scar crossing the middle of his back and wrapping around his chubby belly.
I kiss each freckle, smiling as he giggles. "I am chubby too, Alfredka. And you still love me, because there's nothing wrong with not being skinny."
"That's...that's different. Arthur and the others leave you alone. And besides, you eat normally! I...I'm messed up." Alfred whines.
I shush him. "Shhhh. You're not messed up. You just have a couple disorders. And it's okay."
He sniffles, and then rolls towards me, his glasses off. Oh, his eyes. Could they be more blue? "Can you cuddle me?"
I smile. "Of course, sunflower."
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When the two of us show up to the world meeting, Alfred wearing his usual clothes, Arthur smirks. "Well, someone's been eating too much."
I smile scarily, making sure my aura is going. "Well, someone needs a pipe up his bottom."
Alfred falls over laughing, and I giggle into my scarf. Francis grins. "Not so different from what we did last night, oui, Arthur?"
"Papa, must you?" Mattie complains.
"Dude. Too much information!" Alfred exclaims, his face red.
I shudder, and Yao looks disgusted. Kiku, to my fear, is nursing a nosebleed and mumbling about his 'OTP'. He sure is...a character.
"Brother...." Natalya clings onto me, and I hug her back. "Hello, sister."
"Oh, I knew you two were together! I ship it so hard!" Katyusha exclaims. Okay, my sister is also a character.
"All in good fun, non? Oh, Yao, your nails are fabulous." Francis says with a hair flip.
Yao chuckles. "Oh, thanks. Hong Kong did them."
"That looks good, America, sir." I turn, and see Liechtenstein timidly complimenting Alfred's drawings on the whiteboard.
"Thanks, dudette. You're pretty cool, you know that?"
He grins at her, and she blushes. I chuckle as she scampers behind Vash, who sighs. "Still so shy. We're working on it."
Alfred doodles in his sketchbook the entire meeting. When it's his turn to talk, he bounces up to the front of the room, full of energy as usual. Arthur snickers, whispering to Francis. Alfred's face turns red, but he ignores him.
When he sits back down, the chair breaks. I gasp, helping him off the floor. "Oh dear. These chairs are so old. Here, have mine. I can just lean on the table."
Alfred stubbornly shakes his head, breathing heavily, his hands shaking. "Keep your ch-chair!"
He darts out of the room, and I sigh, letting him have his space.
"Aiya, he really must lose weight..." Yao says, wincing.
"I've told that git, over and over again. But does he listen?" Arthur grumbles.
"Arthur, I love you, mon amor, but have you considered perhaps Alfred...can't?" Francis says gently.
My temper begins to escalate, slowly climbing. "Francis is right. He's tried, so so hard."
"Mein freunds, he is right. To tell the truth, I have struggled with it too." Ludwig says, looking rather sad. "I...I have BED. And Alfred might too."
Gilbert nods, his hand on Ludwig's shoulder. "You can't tell, because Luddy also exercises so much."
"Too much, it is an obsession." Feliciano adds, patting Ludwig's cheek.
The German man nods, smiling at the north Italian.
"You ought to go after him, Ivan." Arthur says, tears in his eyes. I nod and get up.
When I find Alfred, he's gotten Popeyes, and is shoving a chicken sandwich in his mouth. He sees me, and his face lights up. He offers me a sandwich, and I chuckle and take it, the two of us eating in silence.
