Notes

This is a conversation between Alfred F. Jones and yourself, Ivan Braginsky.
Ivan Braginsky: Hello there, Alfred!
Alfred F. Jones : Oh uh... Yeah.. Hey, Ivan.
Ivan Braginsky: Why do you sound so reluctant, comrade?
Alfred F. Jones : What? I don't sound reluctant.. I just.. eh... Look, do you want something?
Ivan Braginsky: No, but that reminds me! Would you like to take over the world with me?
Alfred F. Jones : Wait what? Oh god, not this shit again..
Ivan Braginsky: Hm? Whatever do you mean?
Alfred F. Jones : Nothing, just your whole "world domination" thing. Usually you save it until you're mildly drunk, but still... No.
Ivan Braginsky: Who said I am not mildly drunk? *He opened his coat and seven empty bottles of vodka fell onto the floor.*
Alfred F. Jones : Of course. Well this has been fun, but I'm going to go before you start trying to feel me up or some shit. *He eyed the vodka bottles a moment before turning on his heel and starting to walk off*
Ivan Braginsky: Feel you-?! *He grabbed the other's shoulder and turned him around.* Why the hell would I do that?!
Alfred F. Jones : *He jerked away from your touch, but didn't try to walk away again. His eyes simply avoided yours* I don't know....
Ivan Braginsky: Tch! *He hiccupped before crossing his arms over his chest.* As if I would ever do that, even when hammered!
Alfred F. Jones : Hey, what the hell is that supposed to mean, you ass!? *He glared up at you, eyes dangerously narrowed*
Ivan Braginsky: *Ivan rolled his eyes.* You. Are. Undesirable... To me, at least. *A tiny hiccup past through his lips as he started emptying another bottle of vodka into his gut.*
Alfred F. Jones : Oh, fuck you. You're a disgusting pig anyway. No wonder no one likes you. *Alfred scuffed his foot against the ground, and though his face was red, he seemed truly pissed off*
Ivan Braginsky: *He laughed, wiping his mouth off.* At least I am not a capitalist, imperialistic scum that pretends to be so /innocent and pure./ *His cheeks were pink from the alcohol, as he was a bit past tipsy now.*
Alfred F. Jones : *His eyebrows furrowed together and his mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but instead just closed after a moment as he jabbed at your chest and hissed out a quiet* Shut. Up. Now. /You're/ sure as hell not allowed to talk about fucked up nations.
Ivan Braginsky: *Ivan hissed, grabbing the hand and squeezing it before pushing Alfred out of arm's reach.* At least I have not been in war for almost all of my life as a nation, screw up! Cyka!
Alfred F. Jones : *The throbbing pain of the American's hand was blinded by his rage, though he would surely have a sprained wrist tomorrow* Right! You haven't been in a war because no one wants to get involved with all the messed up shit you have going on, just because you're "big scary Russia". Ever wonder why no one trusts you, huh? Because you're a trigger happy, sadistic asshole!
Ivan Braginsky: *Ivan snapped back almost immediately,* You think I don't know that?! You think I didn't purposefully get that reputation to stay out of wars?! You /give/ weapons to your own /enemies/ and then wonder why they attack you! I may be a sadistic asshole, but at least I have a fucking personality! You are a shallow person, Alfred! A shallow person!
Alfred F. Jones : I-I... Fuck you! Go die! *He was out of insults, his mind too riddled with hurt from what you had said. His eyes were dangerously red and glassy now, and his hands balled into fists at his sides. He at least had enough control not to touch you, but he couldn't refrain from yelling in your face*
Ivan Braginsky: I'd rather watch you die first! *Ivan spat at the other's feet, anger and adrenaline pulsing through his veins. Quickly he pulled out his flask filled with moonshine, needing the strongest thing he had at the moment to try and calm his nerves. It was the only way he was able to calm down, really.*
Ivan Braginsky: //You still there?//
Alfred F. Jones : *His eyes lowered to the spit on his feet and he felt a tremble run through him. A hand shot out and he yanked the flask from you, tipping it over and throwing it hard against the ground. Satisfied, he turned and once again tried to depart, muttering quietly to himself*
Ivan Braginsky: *Well, that had been the last straw. Screw asking his boss, Alfred was going to get the whooping he needed from when he was a child. Ivan grabbed Alfred by his hair, yanking the other towards his own body. His aura was even darker than usual.* Did they not teach you that you should respect other's belongings, Alfred...?~
Alfred F. Jones : *A quiet yelp escaped the young man's throat, and he regretted the show of weakness immediately. Shit. He knew he was in no place to fight you right now. The best he could do was try and stay silent and hope that you'd get bored. Though it wasn't going to be easy biting his tongue and not fighting back. Either way, he was silent as you held him by his hair, body tense*
Ivan Braginsky: *Ivan chuckled at the yelp, his eyes glaring down at Alfred. Oh, was he angry, and oh was Alfred going to get it. Ivan shoved the other to his knees, placing his foot against the American's back.* This may hurt a little... But all countries recover, da?~
Alfred F. Jones : *Oh god not this. He knew what was coming, and just as much as he couldn't afford to fight back he couldn't afford to be laid up in bed with a broken spine. It took all of his mustered up pride not to whimper, not to fight, not to scream at you, but to simple glare over his shoulder at you* Fuck you. Get it over with.
Ivan Braginsky: *Ivan laughed quietly.* You have balls, I'll give you that... *Without warning, he pushed his foot forward as hard as he could.*
Alfred F. Jones : *It wasn't humanly possible to not scream in this situation, so that's just what Alfred did. He let out a scream as his back folded in the wrong way, his body falling flat against the ground, a low moan finding its way out of his throat as he lay there, eyes squeezed shut*
Ivan Braginsky: *Ivan laughed quietly, watching Alfred contort in pain for a few moments. After that he slowly realised just what he had done and became scared for his own life. If his boss found out... Ivan fell to his knees, trying to lift the other without hurting him.*
Alfred F. Jones : *Alfred hissed angrily at you, starting to fight your help before thinking better of it and letting you pick him up. His teeth bit into his tongue so hard it had started to bleed, and still a low sound of pain was coming from his throat as he was jostled around*
Ivan Braginsky: *Ivan began to walk, not sure where the closest hospital was.* ... Alfred? Do you, ah, know where the nearest clinic is?
Alfred F. Jones : Ahh... What... N-No... Jesus, ah, my phone.. in my pocket.. check that.
Ivan Braginsky: *Ivan gently reached into Alfred's pocket, pulling out his phone. It took him a moment, or maybe a few moments, to finally search up any sort of directions.*
Alfred F. Jones : *Alfred just clung to you weakly, being in too much pain to care about any sort of resentment he had to you. You could have put him in the arms of an actual polar bear, and he would have nuzzled right up to it and clung for dear life*
Ivan Braginsky: *Ivan tensed at the cling, not liking it at all. He followed the directions as soon as they loaded, taking about ten minutes to walk to the mini-hospital.*