+Cafeteria+

(Boredom breeds long posts and the daring to start another secton)

The cafeteria buzzes with deafening noise as delegates from ever inch of campus pour into the building to purchase their lunch and chat with friends. Smells fill the large room, both tempting and repulsive, of cooking foods from each and every country represented. Ladies with their hair hidden under mesh caps serve meals with genuine (and not so genuine) smiles for the students. A side from the piping hot meals offered daily, there's the cold-lunch stands filled with assorted pre-made sandwiches, fruits, and yoghurts. There's something there for almost anyone which pays off well in a place with so many diverse and strange people.
Arthur glides into the room like a phantom, sticking back out of the swarming mobs in front of the hot meal stations. His green eyes scan over the room before locking on their target; the fruit stand. As quickly and smoothly as his clunky combat boots allow, he slithers to the stand and pulls from the bunches a brilliant red apple. He offers a polite smile (or rather grimace) and a flash of his student ID to the woman running the small cart before she ushers him away to deal with more students.
Without giving it a second thought, Arthur begins to make his way through the empty table in the back. It's a miracle, he figures, that there's a table empty with so many here.
The British boy plops down sideways on the wooden bench and rests his back against the wall, feeling like a king with his eye on the court. It was promising to be another eventful lunch period and he'd managed to find the best seat in the house. Not a bad day so far, he mused to himself before biting into the shiny red skin of the apple.

Ivan, who was buying himself a large meaty sandwich with a soda and a bag of Lays chips, when he noticed Arthur by himself in the corner. Rather than do the smart thing and leave the boy alone, Ivan does what he does best and makes his way over to Arthur's table, slamming his tray down on the table.

"Braginksi."
The words are cold and emotionless on Arthur's tongue as he bites a little harder into the apple. What he honestly wouldn't give to be a real magician. Hoping the Russain boy will leave hime alone (not that he thought he reall would), he reaches into his messenger bag and pulls out a book. Careful to keep the cover of the book down towards his lap, he starts reading.

"How are you today, Arthur? Whatcha reading?" Ivan spoke, sitting down at the table, taking a large bite from the sandwich.

"Fine. Nothing. You?"
Arthur murmurs into the heel of his hand, inwardly cursing fate for what he's put through. Once more than boy bites into the apple, trying to keep his mouth full as he can in hopes it'll keep him out of another fight.

Ivan reaches overand takes Arthur's apple, taking a large bite out of the side of it. "Yumm."

The Britain snaps the book shut, looking up to glare at the Russian.
"Can I 'elp you?" he snarls between clenched teeth.

Ivan blinks than smiles. "Nope, you can't help me in any way.."

Arthur grips tight to the cover of his beloved book, trying to keep a semblance of patience.
"Then for the love of her majesty and crown, bugger off, wontcha?"

Ivan shakes his head. "I'd only "bugger off" If my dear Yao-Yao was here, i'd do that." Ivan said, nodding his head.

"So you're going to drive me to the edge of insanity instead?"
His body was shaking but even Arthur couldn't tell if it was the stress of the situation or his anger getting to him.

"Eh~? Oh Arthur, if i make you so angry, i can go...." Ivan suggests.

"It's fine," Arthur growls, his eyes shut as he tries to calm himself down.
He's blame on decorum, the fact that he was indeed a 'gentleman,' or even that it was inconvenient to be alone (who knows who could show up then?). However, the reality was that there was a part of him (although small and miniscule) that enjoyed the Russian's company. It was different having someone that got on his bad side and under his skin all too well. There was a certain enjoyment to having someone that he could fight with that didn't freak out at every injury (dumb frog) or that Arthur didn't secretly fret over hurting (dumb American). So, he'd keep him around only for that.

Ivan smiles and pops open his bag of chips, taking one out and chomping down on it. After finishing the chip, he holds the bag to Arthur. "Would you like one?"

The Briton blinks, a little thrown off by the sudden kindness.
"Why not..." he replies and reaches forward to grab a crisp from the bag.

Ivan smiles, pulling the bag away after Arthur takes one out. "So how's Alfred doing?" Ivan asks.

"S'fine," he replies coolly as a thoughtful smile plays across his lips. His gaze shifts from Ivan to the crisp as he turns it in his slender and pale fingers. "
Least I think he is. Not exactly the American's keeper."
He pops the crisp into his mouth and looks to Ivan again.

"Ahhhh, Okay. I might go see him soon~" Ivan teases, eating another chip.

"Oh, that's nice." Arthur smirks lightly, "Tell the boy that I said 'llo then."

Ivan nods, smiling back at him. "Neh, Arthur would you like another Apple? I can go and buy one for you if you'd like?" Ivan said, pointing at the apple core of the one Arthur had eaten.

"S'fine," he replies, waving his hand. "I wasn't that 'ungry anyhow. Not really that big of a deal."

Ivan nods then pats Arthur's pretty lime hair. "Neh~ Why did you do this again?" Ivan says, tugging on Arthur's bangs.

Instinctively he pulls his head back, pulling his hair at the same time.
"Let go, git!" he sighs, swatting the boy's hand away.
"Just cause. I like it so I did it. No real reason," he replies as his voice softens.

Ivan blinks than chuckles. "Maybe i should do the same to mine, we'd look alike, da?"