#featuring ivan

@ask-hetalia-ivan

приветик! i know, i feel a bit bad... the good news is that i'm healthy at least! its good to see you

I don't know what's more hilarious: the fact that Ivan is the enemy of Bodoc is all universes, or the fact that Ridoc struck out despite us actively rooting for him and trying to sabotage Bodan 😂

*hugs suspiciously large creature..*

Unfortunately, even when Sua could feel their trepidations like electricity through a circuit, that didn't spell anything especially positive for her. Any mistakes they made would inevitably trickle down to them, too. And this time, it seemed the unfortunate recipient of that very trickling seemed to have been Mizi, of all people. Because she was entirely absent from the Garden's rolling hills and — usually — peaceful atmosphere.

Instead of taking any action though, Sua just continued to sit in the grass, and stare off into the horizon. At any moment, Mizi could be appearing from over that last hill; emerging from the horizon, like some kind of hero. The thought was saccharine enough to make Sua bite her lip in frustration. The Alien Stage would never afford her that kind of mercy.

"Sua!" Ivan's voice was usually so calm, but after he'd been ignored a half dozen times, even habitual smooth-talkers needed to raise the decibels. "Sua." He repeated, after growing sure he'd been heard, this time. "You've just been sitting here for hours," with an honest concern in his voice, Ivan came to sit next to her, offering the slightest crack of a smile, even at Sua's sour expression. "Is this patch of grass extra comfy, or something?" He japed, patting at the dirt.

"I'm waiting." Sua mouthed it at first, hardly able to bring her voice to speak it aloud. "Just waiting." She came again, finally cutting through the silence of the Garden's environment. "For Mizi. She hasn't returned, has she?" Turning to face Ivan, Sua hoped beyond hope that Mizi had just missed her on the way back, and Sua had been sitting out in the fields for hours for no real reason. She'd gladly take on looking like an idiot, if it meant she'd be returning, unharmed and happy.

Ivan shrugged. "I haven't seen her, either." Unfortunately, it seemed Sua would be saving face, today. "After the protein administration," Ivan cut himself off, this time; he knew his fanciful imagination would only end up spitting out some awful, worst-case scenario and scaring the both of them. Instead, Ivan carefully considered his next line — for once. "Well, the caretakers are responsible, if nothing else." When talking about them though, positivity was always short-lived. "If they do mess up, they'll find a way of fixing it. I'm sure of it."

Sua nodded, casting off Ivan's words like the little gusts of wind that occasionally buffeted her. "You're not wrong." Always stiff and awkward, Sua was uniquely capable of driving even Ivan's conversations into the dirt; especially when she was feeling unusually tense. "It'll just be an hour or two more. Then she'll be back."

"And your dinner?" Ivan scoffed, drooping off to his right to come and lay on his side, still in the grassy knoll of the hill. "I imagine you won't be able to fend off Till forever." He chuckled; Ivan himself had just about clawed Till off of Sua's slop-serving once or twice. By now, it might even have been gone — even if Ivan had made sure to make use of his height advantage and place the plate on the highest shelf, just out of the troublemaker's reach. "Yours and Mizi's. Till will be having a feast if you don't come back soon."

Sua glossed over, her stare becoming all the more icy. "Doesn't matter. Don't care." She huffed, feeling her body crystallize as her fists gripped. "I'm still full from the proteins." Rolling her own eyes, Sua realized without a small amount of pain that that had sounded simply ridiculous. Turning down dinner, just because she'd been pumped full of juices, a few hours ago. There was a certain chilliness to it.

"Oh?" Ivan stood, all of a sudden. His gown fluttered about in the artificial wind. He hopped once or twice, and then started to smile. "Someone's coming, Sua!" Leaping again, with all his might this time, Ivan confirmed his suspicions, immediately sending his message down, to the far smaller girl. "It — It's her!" Unable to stop himself cracking a smile, Ivan crossed his arms and looked down at Sua's small frame. "Looks like you'll be enjoying your dinner together, after—"

Entirely out of nowhere, Sua jolted with a yelp. An entire crack of her oh-so precious vocal chords, as she stood to watch the approaching figure. "M-Mizi?! Th-That can't be!" She gasped, stepping back in horror.

"What's…?" Ivan began a query, but trailed off as soon as he saw the same problem Sua had. Mizi — or, whoever that figure was, half-illuminated in the Garden's fake afternoon sun — wasn't just walking towards them. She was jiggling.

Before she gave the command to her legs, Sua found herself sprinting towards the silhouette, her own gown racing to keep up with her. "Mizi! Mizi!!" She cried, picking out new details as she approached her. Her gown was gigantic, and it was still tight over her stomach. Every step she took was slow, weary and in a titanic waddling fashion. The girls thighs were thick, and rippling with meat. She looked plump, positively puffed up with something Sua dared to imagine was just pure fat. "Wh-What did they do to her?" With a growling countenance, Sua offered the scowling reproach to Ivan, who'd caught up with her in no time.

Ivan gulped, seeing 'Mizi' twice as well as Sua could, thanks to his extra foot or two of height. "I…" He could see her better, but that didn't mean he wanted to. "I can't," he gasped as they finally reached the top of the hill that Mizi was cresting. They were only a hundred metres or so from her.

Sua cried out. "Mizi's got a — A double-chin!" Rushing towards the puffing and panting girl, Sua just gaped as she came in close enough to hug her. Mizi was red-faced and exhausted, her extra hundred-kilos of blubber no doubt tiring her out.