America and Russia~

Ivan paused in his thinking, staring at Alfred, but a bright smile broke across his features. "Yeah, I guess. I'm just glad that you aren't hurt. I would be upset with myself if you were."

"Of course I'm not hurt. I'm tougher than that!" Alfred grinned and lightly pushed Ivan's shoulder, teasing.

Ivan mirrored the blond's expression, catching his hand and giving it a squeeze. "Da?"

"Yeah, I thought that was obvious. Just look at how manly I am!"

The Russian giggled, giving Alfred's hand another squeeze before letting it go. "Da, you are very manly, Fredka. I don't know how I missed that. I guess I just need to study harder next time, da?"

"That's ok, I forgive you!" Alfred grinned, then blinked as his phone vibrated, pulling it out of his pocket to check the text he'd gotten.

Alfred blushed, huffing slightly and shoving his phone under his pillow. "Stupid Matt..." Seriously, what was he even talking about.

"...Hm?" Ivan tilted his head, watching as Alfred looked at his phone. "What about Matvey?"

Alfred blushed a little more, not realizing he'd said anything out loud. "N-nothing. He just... sent me a text. I-it's not important."

"Oh, I see!" Ivan smiled, then stood up, placing the chair back in its place. "That reminds me, I should probably write a letter to my family now. I think-- Mm, nyet. I am definitely going to mention you! If that is alright, of course," he added.

"Y-yeah, of course!" Alfred paused, then added, "as long as you just say good stuff!"

"Aww, there goes my plans. I was going to say awful things about you!" Ivan grinned. "Something like... 'He just like every other American. A stupid, dirty capitalist,' da?" He laughed at his own joke, then sat down at the table, setting aside the sheet he had previously written on, then picked up his pencil to start writing.

"Hmph, yeah right." Alfred pouted slightly, then watched Ivan as he picked up his pencil and started writing, not realizing he was kind of staring oops.

"It's true~! I'm going to write that!" Ivan grinned, 'reading' the words he was writing down. "Dear Mama, Papa, Katyusha, and Natalia. I met this boy named Alfred. He is so fat, haha! He looks like a walrus! He is stinky, too!"

Needless to say, it was quite the difficult task, trying to write things that were the complete opposite of what he was saying.
Дорогие мама, папа, Катюша, и Наталья,
Я встретил мальчика по имени Альфред сегодня. Он так хорошо, и мило, и забавно. Фредка также очень красивый...

"H-hey!" Alfred scrambled over to peer over his shoulder, though he couldn't actually read what Ivan was writing. "You're not actually writing that, are you?"

"Nyet, I am not." Ivan laughed, turning his head slightly to shoot the American a smile, before turning back to the sheet of paper again, quickly scratching down the Cyrillic letters.

Он настолько полезно. Он показал мне, вокруг школы, и познакомил меня со своими друзьями. Они Фрэнсис и Жульчен, Яо, Виктория, и Алиса. Они все хорошо, но Фредка говорит Фрэнсис извращенец. Яо немного странно, он может получить слишком близко для комфорта. Я думаю, что мне нравится Фредка лучших. Он очень смешной, и я думаю, вы все любите его. Я скучаю по тебе дорого ... Написать Вернусь сразу же!

С любовью, Ваня

"...Then what's it say?" Alfred leaned in a little more, squinting slightly at the writing as though that would help him to understand it.

The Russian put down his pencil, folding up the letter to place in an envelope, blushing slightly. "Oh, nothing really... I was just telling them about my first day, is all!" Ivan laughed, the sound light but obviously hiding something. "B-But, don't worry. I didn't say anything bad about you." He smiled honestly, stuffing the letter into the envelope, then grabbed the polaroid camera.

"Hmph, well, you better not have..." He crossed his arms, then brightened a little when he saw the camera. "Are we gonna take a picture?"

"Da, of course! I want to send photo home of my new best friend to the family, so they can see that I tell the truth in my letter when I say you are handsome!" Ivan smiled, then wrapped an arm around Alfred's shoulder, then grabbed the camera with both hands, the lens facing them. He pressed closer to the blond and raised the camera, smiling. "Say 'Please!'"

Alfred laughed as Ivan took the photo, then turned to look at him. "'Please?' It's 'cheese!' You're supposed to say 'cheese.'"

Ivan blinked away the spots from the flash, tilting his head a little. "Cheese? Ah, but it sounds the same as 'please' so it shouldn't matter, da?" He set the camera down and picked up the polaroid that had fluttered to the desk, gently fanning it in the air to get it to develop a little faster.

"I guess..." He watched Ivan fan the photo, then grinned, getting an idea. "I want a picture, too!"

"Hm? Oh, okay!" Ivan smiled, setting the photo down and picking up the camera again. Like last time, he slung his arm around Alfred's shoulder and held the black camera up, his finger poised on the shutter. "Ready? Say... 'cheese!'"

Alfred wrapped his arm around Ivan as well, grinning at the camera. "Cheese!"

Ivan flushed right as his finger pressed down on the button, not really having expected Alfred to wrap his arm around him, though he was still smiling happily when the flash went off. He set the camera down, then stared at the blond. "Fredka! I swear, if I look weird in that picture, we are going to do a retake!"