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Ivan and Feliciano both begrudgingly got up from where they were sitting, god knows what they were needed for. As they made their way through the Carriedo family’s manor, Ivan kept on thinking about the american.
God knows why he couldn't get the man out of his head, everything about him seemed like something Ivan would hate in a person, yet he desperately wanted to meet him.
Once they arrive in the parlor, where their families were waiting for the two, Ivan’s матушка starts addressing everyone.
As she goes on about an alliance between the two families, Ivans mind starts to wander back to Alfred. He can't get the photo of the man out of his head, everything about him is great, sure, but his eyes, those are Ivans favorite. He could get lost in tho-
“Ivan!” his матушка calls out, “are you even listening to me? I've been talking to you for the past minute!”
Ivan snaps out of his head and apologies, even as his матушка continues, he still finds his thoughts drifting back to the american.god damn it, what has Ivan gotten himself into now.