Warm-A Rusame Fanfic

The meeting

(Russia)

After a few minutes of watching my American friend chat with Francis, I start to swell up with envy... why do I crave the attention of Alfred so much...?

Alfred waves goodbye to the Frenchman and walks over to me.

"Hey, Alfred, vat where yous talkings about with Francis?" I ask, curiously.

"Oh, you'll see later!" He reassures me.

Hmm... I wonder what it could be! Wait... maybe he is only pretending to be my friend so he can hurt me! Maybe he is just here with me so he can leave me in the freezing cold! Maybe he is going to stab me in the back! I DON'T WANT ANOTHER COLD WAR! The anxiety grows into fear, and the fear starts becoming visible...

"Dude, are you ok?!" Alfred worries.

"Alfred... please tell me you weren't planning on how to hurt me, or leave me, or—" I get cut off.

"Ivan, no! I would never do that to a friend! You really need to stop with the paranoia, bro." My friend calms me down...

"I am sorry... I didn't mean to wigs out... I just... sorry..." I murmur.

"It's fine, man. Now, let's get to the meeting." He smiles.

"Ok!" I say, suddenly changing moods.

We walk to the conference room, and see Toni flirting with Lovino, while Lovino calls Toni a 'Tomato Bastard' Canada and Prussia chatting, Arthur yelling at Francis, and Feli kissing Ludwig on the cheek as Ludwig blushes wildly.

I never realized how many countries are together... this makes me feel even more isolated. But, at least I have Alfred as my best friend... right?

After some time passes, everyone is here, and Ludwig starts the meeting. He is still kinda red in the face from before... How cute.

During the conference, I look around, and catch Alfred staring at me. I wave at him, happily, and his face goes red and he hides himself in the scarf I let him borrow.

Did I do something wrong?

I hear a faint 'ohonhonhon' come from Francis, as he teases Alfred. No one should pick on my best friend! I mutter to myself...

kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkol...

He looks over at me and he looks terrified.

As he should be...

He is lucky that He is across the table, otherwise I would have used the magical metal pipe of pain. It has that name for a reason...

After some more time passes, the meeting ends, and a lot of the countries go back to doing couple-y things with each other. I stay in my seat, alone, because I feel like I might be too awkward around everyone... I'm not too great in crowds...

"Hey, Ivan!" Alfred calls out to me, running over.

"Da?" I respond, smiling warmly.

"Wanna go get some drinks?" He asks.

"Ok! Where?" I ask.

"Um, maybe we can go to your place. I don't know how Russian bars work..." He admits.

"Ok! Sounds good to me!" I cheer.

"Ok! Gimme a second, then we will leave." He tells me; as he walks over to Francis, yet again.

He better not be trying to steal my only friend from me...