"I'm going to fucking end you." Alfred F. Jones growled dangerously, grabbing the front of Ivan Braginsky's coat. "You're dead."
"Do not touch the scarf." Ivan snarled, hands wrapping around the other man's neck.
"The--scarf is--the least of your--worries--" Alfred choked, still glaring as hard as he could.
His face started to turn purple. Ivan's eyes turned dark.
"Don't nuke it out, hug it out!"
Alfred and Ivan both froze; he took his hands off of his neck slowly. They turned around...
The sock puppet stared at them.
"Dude. What the fuck."
Then they both looked at Ludwig Beilshmidt.
"Uh..." He cleared his throat. "Wise words the puppet speaks."
"Goddammit you hypocrite." Alfred snapped. Ivan nodded. At least they could agree on that.
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Hetalia one-shots
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