Posts by IAMGERMANANDSTUFF

Ivan stared back, violet eyes wide in captivation. "Fredka...your eyes are so blue..." He murmured.

"Why thank you, idiot." He leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "Thank you, though, really Fredka. May I offer you something to eat? I had a kitchen built onto my room for a reason." He said, standing up. He adjusted his scarf and pulled at his dress shirt until it laid flat. He smiled at alfred, regaining some twinkle to his eyes.

(Danke! :D)
The Dutchman stared at the earth beneath his feet. What a pain, this war. Germany was a pain and he and his little sister, Belgium were suffering greatly because of the man's idiocy. What to do, so little time. He couldn't speak with Spain either, he accepted the loopy leader regime as well. Netherlands sighed as readjusted his pack. He would be visiting the other Allied Nations very soon, he only hoped that the German would not interfere this time. He was still licking the war wounds from last time.
(Did I do this correctly?)

"Hmpf, well, I'm hungry. Help me cook? i'm sure you'll at least like to eat some of the batter." Ivan said, pulling off his gloves and slipping into an apron, which looked rather frilly. The Russian folded his sleeves up to his elbows. He began pulling down various pots and pans; he then looked over his shoulder at Alfred, shooting him an annoyed glare. "Well, you want sweets or not?"

"Come on then, I'm sure Toris taught you a few Russian dishes while working for you. We're making sweet pirozhki." He smiled. "Go get butter, milk, eggs, and vanilla extract from the fridge." He ordered.

"Come here, I already got flour. I'll begin on the jam filling. You know how to make the dough, right?" He asked, smiling widely.

"You should, it's how I relieve stress and then of course I eat all of it afterwards..." he sighed. "God, i'm so fat."

Russia reached out and his hand alighted on the flat stomach before him. "Really?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He pulled up his own shirt revealing a pudgy belly. "Just cause you don't have a six pack doesnt mean you're fat." he whimpered.

Ivan sighed and tucked his shirt back in. "Silly goose. Then - no desert for you!" he grumbled, mixing the dough with his hands.

"They can go jump into the Bering Sea for all I care!" Ivan growled, laddling a scoop of jam onto each dough circle.

He folded each one over and pinched the edges of each one. He painted them with a brush dipped in milk than sprinkled them with sugar. "There we go...' he murmured. Ivan put them in the oven and set the timer for 30 minutes. "Well, what should we do in the mean time?'

"W-Well..." he pressed his fingertips together, making a steeple with his fingers. "I...um...there's a Russian game that I enjoyed playing when i was young."

"It's called, 'Угадай, кто это!', it means, 'Guess who!'" He explained. "You try to guess who it is. There's a variation that can be played with two people! You have to guess where I am, kind of like Macro-Polo."

"Now, close your eyes and try to find me." He chuckled. His violet eyes glinting playfully.

Ivan chuckled, "come and get me, Fredka~" He purred, moving silently beside Alfred.

Ivan smirked and clicked his tongue, stepping to the side. "Come get me~"

"Ah- are you ok?" he asked. He stayed a away, but a look of concern plastered his features.

Ivan looked at him nervously, "You didn't really drink it, did you?" He asked, violet eyes wide with worry. He held Alfred desperately close, checking him over with the precision of a former spy.

"Well, yes. Though people tend to not use it around me...I take things like that serious. Many people around have died because of idiotic deeds like that..." He whimpered.

Russia sighed, "I was hoping that game would be more fun, guess not...I have a dark past after all." He sat down on the bed and rubbed his temples. "Sorry..." He said quietly.