"I wouldn't!" Ivan smiled back. He was good at tetris too and so proud of it. A ding from the kitchen stopped them from playing too long though. "Oh, what a terrible host I am. Shall we eat now? I'm sure you're very hungry!" He jumped up from his spot on the floor and grabbed Alfred's cuffs again to pull him into the kitchen.

Alfred glared at Ivan at that. He really wanted the cuffs off. He found himself relieved when they stopped. At the mention of food, his stomach growled. The burger from earlier not enough to keep him full. "Stop dragging me!" He exclaimed, stumbling after the Russian as he was dragged again.

"Oops," Ivan said, obviously not noticing he'd been dragging Alfred around. He slowed down some, but didn't let go. After all, he handcuffed Alfred and couldn't leave him to take care of himself. And it kinda killed the point of this punishment. After depositing his captive in another chair, he went to take the dessert out of the over. He then pointed to the pots on the stove. "I made borsch and pirozhki with crepes for dessert. Shall we eat then?"

Alfred stumbled into the chair as he sat, but he was glad he wasn't being pulled around anymore. "It smells weird in here." he stated, sniffing the air. He wasn't sure what the food was, but it didn't smell very appetizing to him. If they were going to eat something, he wanted it to be a couple of good old burgers. That was always good.

Ivan frowned. He put so much effort into his meal and Alfred said it smelled weird? Just slightly, his blueish-purple eyes narrowed. "If you prefer, you can just eat these candies," he said, pulling a bag from off his other counter, filled with the sweets from the store he ran into Alfred at before, the ones that apparently tasted like soap. He did remember that too. Sniffing dramatically, he acted deeply hurt though the reality was, he it sadden him that Alfred didn't appreciate his effort. Even though this was punishment. Oh dear, it was getting muddled in his head. "I cooked this all just for you too..."

Alfred wrinkled his nose at the sight of the candies. "I don't want your soap candy! I'd rather have the food. Even if it smells weird. I'm sure it will taste better than that." He told him. There was no way he was going to eat those candies again unless he was forced to. Even then he wouldn't do so willingly.

"I'm fairly certain soap is not one of the ingredients, but very well," Ivan hummed. He liked that Alfred chose his food though he supposed hand feeding him the candy might be fun too. Without further pause, he ladled out two bowls of his borsch and the meat pies to place on his little square table perfectly sized for two people. "Enjoy!" Rather than eating his own bowl, he stared at Alfred, waiting to see how he managed to eat with the handcuffs on. In reality, the cuffs were toys that would come off without a key, but he didn't think Alfred would figure that out and he did look cute in them.

Alfred looked down at the food for a moment before leaning closer to smell it better. He wrinkled his nose and leaned back again. He glanced up at Ivan before back to the bowl. He figured that if he didn't eat it, the Russian would make him eat the gross candy. He looked down at his hands, already knowing the other wasn't going to un-cuff him. He had to bring both hands up to grab the spoon and scooped up a bit of the borsch, tasting it. It wasn't the best thing he'd ever tasted. But it also wasn't one of the worst, so he figured he'd be able to eat it.

"How is the taste?" Ivan hummed. "I cooked it all with love!" Still staring at Alfred, he left his own bowl untouched. He couldn't tell if he was punishing Alfred anymore or having a one-sided date with him. Either way, he hoped Alfred figured it all out soon or he would have to do something drastic.

"How does it taste?" Alfred repeated. "Umm.." He tried to think of a word that described the taste that wouldn't sound horribly offensive. "It's... Different." He eventually said. He wanted to say it tasted weird, but thought that might set the crazy guy off on him. And that wasn't something he wanted.

"Yes it is. Different is good for you. Americans are always changing other culture's foods to be 'American'." He shook his head at the offense but stopped himself from getting too involved in the argument because now was not the time. He started eating his own borsch a bit, though he kept his ryes on Alfred. "You don't really hate this all that much do you?" The food, the game, the being here with Ivan. Everything.

"Sorta. I would be enjoying myself a whole lot more if I wasn't handcuffed. And if you actually just asked for me to come hang out, not send a vague email. Speaking of which, when did I give you my email address?" Alfred asked. The thought had slipped his mind when he got here, but thinking about it now, he was still confused about it.

Ivan frowned. Sorta sounded like a no when someone didn't want to say that. "I found your email address," he answered vaguely since lying wasn't a nice thing to do. For a second, he sat in silence, just watching Alfred. Then he set his spoon down with a very careful motion and lowered his eyes. "...But I wanted you all to myself. You wouldn't listen to me like this if I didn't capture you somehow."

Found his email address? Where? Well, Alfred supposed, one could probably find it on his Facebook page if they looked. He set his own spoon down as well seeing as he wasn't really eating. "Dude. As I said before, if you wanted to hang out, all you had to do was ask. But this is crossing the line into crazy territory."

Ivan's lips drew a little tighter into a line. "No, you are a loud and sure person. You do what you want when left untamed. You don't sit still and do what I want." He could tell that already from the few interactions he had with Alfred as well as his online stalking. Whether Alfred realized it or not, he did what he wanted. Ivan pouted a little. "And it wouldn't be anything like a fun punishment if we just 'hung out' as you say."

"I'm still not sure why I'm being punished. And you're not my father. You don't have the right to punish me as if I was a child." Alfred told him. He really wasn't sure what Ivan's problem was, but he was sure that he didn't like it. "I can technically have you arrested for this." he added. He was sure this was against the law.

"It's because you can't consider others and how your actions affect them that you need to be punished," Ivan pointed out. The fact that Alfred didn't get it was evidence enough. He pouted more at the threat, not sure if Alfred was serious. He felt confident though that he could stop the other from calling the cops about this. "For what? Putting you in toy fuzzy handcuffs?" he asked, choosing to smile with a bit more feralness as if to discourage such an action.

Alfred found himself glaring at Ivan again. "Of course not for that. For keeping me here against my will." he said. He was sure that the Russian wasn't going to let him just get up and leave. Not after all the effort that went into bringing him here. Plus, he was sure that once he was gone, he probably wasn't going to talk to the other ever again for this.

Ivan got stuck on the wrong point Alfred made. "So you don't mind the handcuffs?" That was interesting. "I'm not keeping you against your will. I asked if you wanted to come and you did. You never asked to leave." He shook his head, but couldn't help the slight frown that pulled at his lips. What if Alfred asked to leave now? He would probably have to comply, but he never even made his most important point.

"I do mind the handcuffs. So un-cuff me so I can leave." Alfred told him, standing. If Ivan didn't unlock him, he'd leave with them. He didn't care. Besides, though Matthew didn't look it, he knew how to pick a lock. He'd get his help then block the Russian from his phone. He had passed the point of being friends and he didn't like it.

Ivan hesitated before he stood and pressed the little latch in the handcuffs, popping one side open and proving they weren't real deterrents. "They were never locked in the first place. See?" he said as he slipped the one side around his own wrist, locking them together. For a second, he captured Alfred's hand so their fingers tangled. "I can't help that you look cute in them. I just like you so much I don't know what to do." He pulled his hand away and finished undoing the handcuff so it only hung off his wrist. "But I guess I'm the only one having fun today."

Alfred felt like an idiot because he hadn't noticed the latch on the handcuffs. He felt his heart skip a beat when Ivan took his hand and said he liked him. "This really isn't a good way to treat someone you like, dude. It's more like something you'd do to someone you didn't like. And I said so before, I would have been having fun if you hadn't been so creepy once I got here." he told him.

"Oh no, if I didn't like you, you'd be on the floor crying," Ivan said as if that cleared so much up. He sighed and pulled back, knowing Alfred would leave now. "I like this kind of play though. It makes me feel like I've made you mine even though that's impossible. I don't know how to change who I am after all and that me is not very nice."

"Have you ever heard of asking someone out on a date? Cause that's what normal people do when they like someone." Alfred said. Didn't he already tell Ivan that he didn't like this type of person? So he wasn't sure why the Russian acted the way he did. Especially if he apparently 'liked him'. He started walking towards the door, intending to leave and think about this later.

Ivan froze when Alfred walked away. At the last second, right when he was at the door, Ivan blurted something out. "Will you go out on a date with me?!" He wanted someone to love and accept the person he already was rather than change because he was 'wrong'. Why was he always wrong? But he would try the American's way now because he couldn't stand the thought of Alfred walking out the door and leaving him alone after all of this.