A Nuclear Retaliation

A discussion worth fighting for 4/4

[Translator used is Yandex.translate. I am not fluent in russian I'm sorry if there is anything that is incorrect^^]
¹разве мы не должны этим воспользоваться?-shouldn't we take advantage of this?
²Почему нет?-Why not __________________________________

"The meeting took longer then expected, da?"

   America glanced to the left, spotting Russia. He sighed internally, not wanting to deal with anyone else. They were on their way out to dinner, with the meeting ending late everyone was hungry. He smiled, waving. "Sure did dude. What's up?"
     Ivan raised an eyebrow, his smile growing wider. "What, can I not start a conversation with you Fredka?" He stretched his neck, bending down a little to the americans height. The russian listened for footsteps, before sighing. "England is on his way over here. I suggest putting in earplugs, he is very loud today."

    The russian sighed, starting to hear footsteps. "Say his name and he shall appear." He stepped in front of the door, close enough to where he would get hit with it if it was open wide enough. "Brother,where are you- there you are!" Belarus walked in through the other door, quickly going to her brothers side.
 
    "There you are dear brother! Let's leave quickly, the angry british man is coming our way and I dont want to deal with him." Ivan nodded as the door handle from behind him started to move. He leaned against it, stopping it from opening with his body weight. He nodded towards the other door, belarus choosing to block that one too.
      "Why are we blocking the doors?" Ivan giggled, looking towards his younger sister. "We dont want to see him, да?" His gaze narrowed, drifting towards the american and the small group behind him. "The door is thin enough to hear conversations," he laughed lightly, meeting the americans eyes. "разве мы не должны этим воспользоваться?"

   The american narrowed his eyes at him, whispering. "What are you after, commie?" The russian smiled, giving him a knowing look. "Something interesting of course, you want to tell him off yeah?"  He crossed his arms, smirking when the american sighed in defeat. He locked the door behind him, signaling his sister to do the same.
     The Russian siblings walked away from the locked doors, moving to the sidelines.  Russia stood next to North, while Belarus stood next to Prussia. America took in a deep breath, deciding to play along with what the russian wanted. He wanted a show? He'll give him one.

   "There's this one book I read a while back," He was sure that Arthur could hear him.
      "called 'The Great Gatspy[tm]', written by F. Scott Fitzgerald and published in 1925."
       He walked over towards a painting next to the door. It was a painting of France and England, both holding a rose in their hands. The frame was a bronze color, showing the age of the painting.

      "It really was a tragedy. The story of a man who witnessed a heart-breaking story unfold right next door.
      "Of a man who had nothing, and gained everything to win that one special someone's heart."

   Alfred gave out a bitter laugh, tracing the frame with his fingertips. He glanced out the window, softening his gaze at the sight of clouds rolling in. He let out a soft sigh, putting his hands in his pockets.
     
     "He wanted to give her the world. He wanted to give her his world.
      "Yet all he got was a bitter fare-well and his world torn apart."

     It started to rain outside, adding to the bitter atmosphere that was starting to form. He looked over towards his brother, "It was a wonderful story. It really did find a place in my heart."
     The blonde adjusted his glasses, his eyes were filled with spite for a moment as he looked back outside. Everybody stood in place, the momentary silence becoming louder by the second. Alfred smile became bitter, with his voice gaining a hint of a brooklyn accent.

   "Its funny, isnt it? A person built himself from the ground up for someone he loved, only to be thrown away in the end." Alfred was extremely fond of the Great Gatspy, it reminded him of who he was. He could see bits and pieces of himself in the characters. He could see Mathews kindness in Nick, and Gilbert's rush of things  in Gatsby.
     He also saw himself in Gatspy. A man who wanted to live in the past, to live a life with the person he built himself up for. But in the end he was unable to do so, and was left to wither in a world that found him unneeded.

    Ivan unlocked the doors, standing back to see what would happen. He watched with focused eyes, Natlya doing the same. Alfred walked towards the door, turning the handle. He opened it, signaling the group behind him to follow. In the hallway stood a nervous Arthur and Francis.
    As Alfred walked past the brit, he made eye contact. He spoke again, a mocking tone in his voice. His smile returned, and put his hands in his pockets.

"Seems familiar, doesnt it~?"
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  Gilbert's laugh echoed throughout the hallway, ignoring his younger brothers scoff. "Mein gott- did you see his face?" His arm was draped around the americans shoulders, looking proud. "He looked like a nervous wreck. Why was he just waiting there?" Ludwig sighed, putting an arm around North's shoulders.
       Feliciano shrugged,leaning on the german while they were walking. "Hm~ I don't know? He seemed like he wanted to say something." "He probably did."

    Feli let out a small scream, hopping onto Germany. He calmed down afterwards, realizing that it was only Mathew. He took a few deep breaths, placing a hand on his chest. "Yeah probably," Feliciano smiled at the canadian, putting Ludwigs arm back onto his shoulders.
    "Could you maybe not sneak up on me next time? I almost jumped right out of my skin~" Mathew nodded, apologising. "Sorry, force of habit eh." He was used to walking around without notice.

      Sure he got ignored and mistaken as his brother, and he might be getting annoyed with it, but at least he didnt have to make too many confrontations. 'Unlike Alfred. We're basically polar opposites with that aspect.'.

    He looked towards his brother, noticing the tense atmosphere between his twin and the russian. He sighed softly through his nose, patting his brother on the back. They reached the exit that led to the parking lot, with most of the group leaving.
    "We'll meet you in the car, yeah?" Alfred nodded, giving his brother a fist bump. "Yeppers, I'm gonna stay here and chat with this fella b'fore we head out." He watched as everyone walked over to the car, leaning against the wall next to the exit.

    "So?" His tone was sharp. "What did you do that for?" Ivan laughed lightly, putting his hands in his coat pockets. "Whatever do you mean fredka?" His smile was cold, almost unnerving. "You know what I mean-" Alfred stood up straight, grabbing a hold of Ivan's scarf and pulling him down to his level.
     "Why the hell did you do that? That's only going to cause more problems later!" The blonde snarled, glaring while he made eye contact. "Why the HELL did you lock the doors?" Ivan grabbed his wrist, causing him to let go of his scarf.
     "Well, my american friend." He started. He let go of his wrist, looking out towards the parking lot. "I was bored." Alfred was even more irritated, if he wasnt already, about ready to pounce.
     
    "That's what you did this for?! Because you were BORED?" Ivan nodded, his cold smile turning neutral. " да, I was bored. Everythings been the same the past century." His eyes became dull, absent of the normal snarkiness. He scoffed, crossing his arms.
     "Everythings the same. The same arguments, the same problems. The times are changing, yet we aren't." He laughed softly, adjusting his scarf. "Countries are changing. Yet we, the personifications, keep up the same routine because we are scared of the future."

   Alfred just listened as the russian rambled, his irritated expression softening into a monotone one. He crossed his arms, getting annoyed at the fact that he understood where he was coming from.
      "Its gotten boring. Monotone. The days have merged together, with the years feeling longer as time passes." Ivan opened the door slightly, looking towards Alfred. He gave him a dull, knowing look. "I am sure you know what I mean fredka." Alfred spoke, his voice significantly softer then before.

     "Why me?" Ivan hummed in question, raising an eyebrow at the question. "Why did you bother me with this? Why couldnt you go torment Latvia or Estonia like you normally would?" He laughed bitterly, smiling. He opened the door fully, walking out. As he was halfway through the door, he looked back at him with a small smirk.

"Почему нет? You're reactions are quite interesting, да?"