Ivan followed out of the room and outside. "Well, it shouldn't be too hard... We'll just have to see what they have when we get there..." He turned and waited for Alfred to walk with him

A faintly startled expression overcomes the excitable blonde, he wasn't quite expecting the other to be so.. alright with the sudden attention. But hey, whatever, right? Alfred quickly rushes after him, shoving his hands into his pockets with a beam "Whatever you say, bossman~!"

Ivan cracked a small smile at the name he was called. "Bossman? That sounds like something you call your President behind his back..." He said as he adjusted his scarf only slightly

Alfred snickers at that, looking a touch mischevious. "Who says I hafta call 'im that behind his back~?" He stretches his arms out above his head which results in a rather loud pop. "It would suck if I couldn't even joke around with the Prez. It'd be soooo boring.. "

"Well, I can't even joke with my boss... He takes it all so literally..." He frowned. "And now would be a terrible time to joke with him..." He shrugged as they made their way to the bar.

"Hm? Why's that?" He idily looks around the area, trying not to seem too terribly curious. He was just starting to talk to the dude in a civil way after aggess so, he didn't want to screw it up.. again. "My bossdude just got reelected. So, he's pretty pumped up. Beat time to sneak in the jokes~"

"I wish my boss was more like yours..." He sighed and walked into the bar. "He's just so stressing and..." He groaned. "Why am I even talking about it..."

Alfred smiles brightly, trailing after the other "Because it's destressing?" He flings an arm around the taller male's shoudler with a touch of difficulty. "Hey! That's what drinks at bars are for! To get drunk and vent so you feel better!....well. after.. the hangovers and nonsense."

"Well, I suppose so... but I have to drink alot to even get buzzed now..." He sighed and went to the bar to sit down. "It doesn't matter..."

The blonde settles on a bar stool after the other "Hm.. Well, at the very least. It's easier to relax here, yeah?" He smiles lightly "You can use it as a breather."

Russia nodded. "That's true..." He sighed and asked the bartender for the strongest vodka they had. "Maybe I'll forget everything..."

He smiles, asking for a soda after Ivan. "That bad, hm?" He crosses his arms on the counter before settling his head inbetween them. "Talk to me about it, dude! I'll be your destresser!"

The Silver-haired man was hesitant. "I um... my country is going through some tough times right now..." he frowned. "But, I don't really want to burden you... you have your own issues with your states..."

"Don't worry over me, dude~ The hero will be a-okay! " He shrugs slightly, a tinge of what could be worry begins to show. "'Sides. It's your vent day, according to me. So, vent away! I'll be your rant buddy or whatever."

A small smile played across Russia's face. "Well... we're having financial trouble, but who isn't... but there are a lot of protesters for legalizing all marriage, and my boss and I have different views on it, and I can't come up with a happy medium..."

"Ahhh, Dude.." He groans and shakes his head, burrowing into the nest of his arms for a moment before he speaks "I feel ya. My people are flipping their shiz over that too. It's pure craziness, I'm sure." Alfred offers the other male a small teasing look "Well, if you wanna show your boss some gay, bring him over to my place, kay? Maybe it'll rub off on him or something...?"

"I don't know if he will like that too much or not..." He sighed and downed the vodka as soon as he got his hands on it. "He's a stick in the snow..."

A glint of amusment flashes in baby blues as Alfred looks up at Ivan. "In the snow? Hm. I think I might like that more." The blonde laughs "Well, part of the fun is if they don't like it, I think. Cause then you can just sit and watch the chaos uncurl."

"My boss wouldn't quite take to it that well once we returned home..." Ivan had no idea why he was telling Alfred all of these things, but it felt okay.

"......... He's that kinda dude, hn..?" He shakes his head "I'm sorry. That really seriously, blows." He sits up to ruffle the silver hair gently "You tell me if I ever need to come an' beat him up!"

A genuine laugh slipped out of the Russian. "Well thank you Ameri- Alfred..."

why would you reblog ghostttt stuffffffff, ;-; I thought we were broos.)

Alfred quickly breaks into a bright beam, a feeling of accomplishment washing over him for some reason "Not a prob! I'm glad to help, of course!"

(I'm sorry bro. I'm so sorry -hug-)

"Well, thank you then... I feel... actually a bit better than I had earlier..." He looked at his empty glass and made a face. "But, now I'm just thirsty"

-hugs back - It's okay, Bro. v-v Ilived through the night, so it's okay.)

"Ah, really?~ Awesome!! Then Misson: Help out! was an amazing success!" He pauses and moves his glass of soda over to the Russian. "Here! Try this. It tastes like, twenty times better when you're thirsty... even though it doesn't make you any /less/ thirsty."

Ivan stared at the soda for a moment before lifting the glass and taking a small sip. "That tastes good." He smiled softly and set the cup down. "Thank you..."