Psycho love (Hitman jones x Russia)

(part one) I came all this way

"I'm glad you invited me over!" He chirped, seeming rather pleased to be near the Russian in general. They looked up at him, since after all he was taller. "Oh and I brought you vodka too- I hope you like it!"

"Da yes! Spasibo! I'm glad you could come" he smiled happily while looking down at the small, cuter american.

They let out a little giggle and with that walked inside the Russians humble home. He gave a earnest little smile back at them before standing where he was while waiting for the other to tell them where they would sit.

"Come over here da?" He pulled out a chair where his small american friend would sit as he sat in the seat across from him

"Sure!" he remarked, and sat down with a soft sigh of relief. "It took a while traveling here, I wasn't able to sit down yet until now."

"Oh, you must be tired then?" He asked while smiling childishly. "What do you want to do now that you're here?"

"I came all the way out here, not only to visit you, but to ask you a very important question." Alfred smiled, getting this odd look in his eyes like as if it were malicious or meant harm so to speak.

"Um.. Go ahead! Ask your questions!" He smiled curiously while tilting his head slightly.

"Your sisters...well one in particular really. I mean, I know I shouldn't worry right? Since after all they are just siblings to you. Though I couldn't help but notice how she acted towards you," Alfred continued. "Quite a pestilence really, so I fixed it. There's no more stress on your shoulders Ivan!" America smiled, eye twitching.

"What do you mean?" He asked getting slightly worried. "Da, my sister was kind of stressful, more like scary, But I've told here that she is just my sister! Nothing more! She only acts that way in wanting power." He stated in a normal,  less happy (more worried or scared) tone.

"It wasn't just annoying to you, or scary, I found it to be quite a bother for me myself. She was so possessive, I couldn't even text you without her getting in the way. Don't worry though Ivan, I fixed it. Really I did." He stood up, inching closer now. They held out their hand, which had something in it and looked at Ivan with a less...intimidating look. It was more of a innocent smile.

"Uh.. O-okay " the russian stuttered. (which was rare for him) he seemed confused. "What have you got in your hand there Comrade?" He asked tilting his head agian.

"Just a memorable piece really," Alfred murmured as he let the necklace drop into Ivan's lap. In the crevices of the jewelry was dried up blood, a huge contrast against the silver chain and pendant. "There's nothing holding me back anymore. You're all mine."

Ivan sat in shock on his soft red chair. He was realizing what happened, small, almost invisible tears started to form in the corners of his eyes.  Without making a sound, he stared at the necklace. Remembering how much of a pain Belarus was is a burden but he also somewhat liked his sister. The Russian turned around to face Alfred, speechless.

"Aww don't cry," the country made a sincere look. He gently brushed some of Russia's hair back and leant in to kiss their cheek. "At least now we can be together!"

The Russian man stood up, he blinked a few times not knowing how to react to Alfred. He wanted to be with him but after killing Belarus? He was uncertain how to react.  He wasn't going to reject the american but he didn't know what to do at the moment "what I'm i going to tell Ukraine?" He thought to himself.