is a bit curious as to why Ivan hasn't been sleeping. He tosses a pillow at his face, "Rest."

furrows his brows and shakes his head in disapproval. "Nyet." and tosses the pillow back at his face.

[*flies in, wearing a toga* 8U]

catches the pillow before it hits his face, "Why not? Gotta rest if you want to get better."

[ *washes eyes with bleach* ]

frowns. "I can't just fall asleep so easily like you can."

gives him the pillow, "You can at least try." Since Alfred *is* a hero, he will take care of Ivan for now, "And I'll make you some soup!"

raises a brow. "You? Make soup?" It was laughable, really, but he only let out a small chuckle. "No thank you, Alfred. I can manage."

"I wont manage with you in my kitchen, that is certain." he nodded in agreement with himself.

was already in the kitchen though, rummaging through the cabinets and refrigerator, "Well if anything it will knock you out and you can-

shut up and get some sleep, yea?"

widens his eyes hearing the echo come from the wide area of the kitchen. "Now I am concerned about why you want me to sleep so badly."

makes his way to the kitchen, holding his pipe tightly. "Please. Do not attempt to make anything. I insist."

sets a pot over the stove. He doesn't look at Ivan, a little too distracted by cutting some vegetables, "You're sick. I just want to... -

help or something."

smiles ear to ear in frustration. "You are so persistent, Alnechka~" He walks over to see what sorts of vegetables he was using.

"Who said I was going to eat it, hm?" he questioned.

finishes chopping some carrots and moves on to the celery, "Ah, well I guess I could have it. No biggie." He turns and smiles, a little-

irritated, "Go and get some rest. You're sick remember?"

nods, his smile never leaving. "Da, I think I will try." It would be better to skip eating anything the American will cook up. "Be careful~"

[;u; cute.]