Russtria

Ivan turned to face Roderich. "Hmm?- oh, I was making some food. You changed your mind on making me food, so I am doing it myself."

"Ivan that's not how you make food!" Roderich panic as he ran over. "YOU DON'T JUST THROW EVERYTHING IN A PAN AND COOK IT!!!"

this mofo bought to kill us all))

Ivan simply smiled, "Then why don't you cook?"

"I'M NOT COOKING FOR YOU!!" Roderich screeched furiously. He ran over and grabbed the pan off the stove and threw everything in the trash before Ivan started a fire. "NOW GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN!!" He demanded.

Ivan frowned slightly. "There's no need to be upset."

"OUT!!" Roderich yelled again, not listening to Ivan's small words.

Ivan refused to leave, but instead flopped himself to sit on the floor, and pouted.

Roderich glared daggers at Ivan but sighed, knowing it what no use. He suppose Ivan couldn't get into much more trouble now so he left the man to himself, returning back to the living room sofa to cool off a bit.

Ivan pouted a bit longer, before getting up from his seat on the floor, and attempted again at a new cooking creation.

WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO COOK?!?!))

Roderich decided that a good nap would be a great way to cool down. He laid back against the sofa, shut his eyes, and slowly went to sleep.

(ur house)

Ivan giggled to himself as he dumped things into his new creation.

I swear to fuck--))

Roderich twitched a bit, hearing a bunch of noise from a far but didn't bother to wake up to investigate. He knew it would be something bad and he didn't want to be pestered again.

Ivan still kept throwing things into his creation. However, he did seem to stop when the utensil he was using seemed to catch fire. He didn't panic, no, he just stared at it with wide eyes.

IVAN IF YOU LIGHT MY KITCHEN ON FIRE I SWEAR--))

Roderich slowly awoke from his short slumber catching the smell of smoke in the air. He rose up from the sofa and grumbled. What is that fool up to NOW?! Roderich stretched and made his way towards the kitchen.

Iva continued to stare at the flame, before touching it to the counter.

(ohyes.)

Roderich walked lazily into the kitchen then paused, stunned at what laid before him. His kitchen, his beautiful well kept kitchen was on fire. He shock himself focus then ran over and grabbed the fire extinguisher off the wall. With a bit of a struggle, he was able to put out the threatening blaze of the fire and he released a heavy sigh. There was no use. The longer Ivan was here, the more hell he would bring him and it was even worse considering he wouldn't just leave poor Roderich alone, nevertheless leave his house at all. What was the aristocrat suppose to do? He just stood there in silence not sure what to do or what to think as a pale blank expression compromised his face.

Ivan stared over at Roderich, not saying a word, but sat next to him, patted him on the back, and gave out a tiny giggle.

"I hate you...so much," Was all Roderich was able to muster saying. He was so caught between so many emotions he didn't know anything to say.

"I love you too," Ivan replied, still patting Roderich on the back.

Roderich gritted his teeth in anger before leaving Ivan alone in the kitchen. Oh how he hated that man so much.

Ivan huffed, flopping himself to lay on his arms onto the table.

Roderich had stormed upstairs and plotted himself down onto his bed. He grumbled, ranting to himself on how much of a irritation Ivan was. How was he to get rid of him?

Ivan still sat with his head down on the table, and eventually fell asleep in that very spot.

Roderich began plotting his solution. He could always just leave the house, but where would he go? He knew Vash would be furious if Ivan were to follow him over and he didn't want to deal with that. Maybe he could sneak over when Ivan isn't looking? Escaping was all he could think of at the moment so he might as well go for it.

(LAZY AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING TIME.)

Ivan continued to sleep.

(seriously how do you rp sleep cry)