America and Russia~

"Oh yeah? What's the patient care one like?"

Ivan grinned, laughing a little. "Pretty much yesterday, when you fell over. We go over the proper procedures for taking care of patients, or people with injuries. We also go over CPR."

Alfred pouted slightly as Ivan reminded him of his little tumble from the day before. "Hmph... is it fun?"

"Da, it's pretty fun. Oh, but what's cool about my field of study is: if you get sick, I would get to stay in the dorm with you to nurse you back to health!" Ivan smiled. "It acts like real life experience, so that's why they allow the med students to do that!" He grinned, chuckling a little and rubbing the back of his head. "Of course, we do have to write a paper on the patients condition before and after and chart their progress, but it's better than being in a lecture taking notes…"

Alfred grinned. "Well, maybe one day I can pretend to be sick and we could both skip class!"

Ivan immediately sent Alfred a stern look, though the intent was. It to be angry or mean. Just playful chastising. "Nyet, Fredka. I wouldn't allow that. Your classes are important. No skipping."

Alfred pouted. "What? Not even once? Even if I already knew we weren't doing anything important that day?"

"Da, because I might have something important that day, Fredka!" Ivan reached over and poked Alfred's nose.

"W-well, what if neither of us did?" Alfred crossed his arms and leaned against the table, watching Ivan. "Then we could stay in our room and cuddle all day."

The Russian blushed, clearly flustered and losing his composure. "D-Don't tempt me like that, Fredka," he whined. "It's unfair!"

Alfred grinned. "You know you want to! Just one day, it would be awesome! We could stay in and watch movies or something!"

"But what if we get caught?" Ivan squirmed in his seat.

Alfred raised an eyebrow. "How would we get caught? We'd just be staying in our room. If someone came over, you could go get the door and then they'd just see me lying in bed acting all sick, and you would tell them about how you've been taking care of me all day!"

"I-I suppose so…" Ivan flushed, looking down at his plate. "…Yeah, you're right." Ivan smiled a little, but that soon disappeared. "…U-Um…but F-Fredka?"

"Yeah?" Alfred watched him.

"W-What about Antoliovich?" Ivan looked almost saddened.

"Uuh..." Alfred stared, not understanding what he was talking about at all. "What's anto--... uh... that?"

Ivan looked surprised, and he blinked several times. "Uh… Antoliovich… Tony is usually a nickname for that, and you wanted to know how to say…" here, he blushed. "W-Well, you wanted to learn how to say some Russian, so I thought maybe you liked another Russian student that may be here?"

"N-no! I mean, uh... y-you know what they say about Russian girls. I just thought they'd be useful phrases!" Alfred flashed a grin at Ivan.

"W-Well, the first two make sense in that case, but it is usually the females who say 'kiss me.' It would be weird for them if hey heard a man say that to them…" Ivan blushed a little. So… Fredka liked Russian girls? But then, who was..? "Who is Tony, then? You said his name when we were cuddling, and you were still asleep…"

Alfred pouted. "I can say it if I want! Don't be sexis--" He stopped, flushing, as Ivan mentioned Tony. Oh god, did he really...? "I-it's no one! I don't know anybody named Tony!"

"Hm? Then why is Fredka blushing?" Ivan leaned forward. "Is Fredka sure Tony is not a crush, or a previous lover?"

"W-what? No! D-don't be ridiculous." Alfred laughed a little nervously.

Ivan leaned his head on his palm, smiling softly. "If Fredka tells me about Tony, I will tell you about my first crush~"

"W-what?" Alfred blinked, his interest piqued. "Tell me!"