ѕυrvιvιɴɢ dιғғιcυlт [т ι м e ѕ] αɴd cнαlleɴɢιɴɢ αdverѕιтy. ♥

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

The Russian's cell phone suddenly buzzed with a phone call, and on the other end, the friend who Alexsander had spoken with at the apartment was hiding behind the couch with a terrified look on his face, home phone pressed against his ear as he tried to ignore the crashing and shattering of god knows what in the living room and kitchen. Ashley had thrown a huge fit that ended up with a… well, disaster.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Hello?" Alex answered the phone immediately, sitting up with what could be described as a hopeful expression.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"He's mad." A scared voice whispered on the other end, and there was another shattering object heard in the background.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

There was disappointment in his stomach when he recognized the friend's voice, but he ignored it, "...How mad?"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"Uh… Throwing things around and destroying his apartment."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Shit, uh, I'll head over there right now. Just..try to keep him from hurting himself, okay?"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"O-Okay." He hung up the phone, peeking over the edge of the couch before shouting and hiding again as something smashed and sprayed everywhere on the wall. Probably a coke bottle.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alex all but ran out of his hotel room and rushed to the stairs- he didn't even have time for the elevator.

MINI TIME SKIP

He arrived at Ashley's apartment as fast as he could and knocked on the door.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

The friend opened the door and immediately squealed and pulled him in, slamming the door before ducking behind the couch.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alex looked around in shock at the state of the apartment, "Ashley!"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

There was no more crashing, no more shouting. It was silence- which was even more eery. Leaning against the back of the kitchen wall, with a bottle in his hand, he stared ahead of himself while the burn of the alcohol slid down his throat. Ah... Much better. He didn't want to see Alex- He'd throw the bottle at his head.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Ashley, what the hell are you even doing?" Alex stepped around broken objects, "You're destroying your apartment!"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"F*ck off." He murmured, head back and eyes closed.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"I know you're pissed, but this isn't the way to go about it. Your poor friend didn't do anything, but you act like you want to kill him and destroy the apartment," Alex spoke in a calm, controlled manner.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He sighed, leaning against the counter. "Yeah. I know. I've lost control over my body. I blame you. All. The Time."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alex hesitantly approached the kitchen, "I know. You blame me and I completely understand. But I didn't leave because I wanted to- quite the opposite, really."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He yawned and looked up at him with tired eyes. "Even if you didn't leave on your own will, you could have still called or something. You just up and left without even a notice." He sighed and stumbled to get onto his feet, facing him. "That was a deusche thing to do."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"I know," Alex ran a ragged hand down his face, "I wanted to, but every time I thought I had free time, I didn't. So much was going on and I was so busy. By the time I realized it, so much time had passed."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He scoffed and turned, walking away with a roll of his eyes. So Alexsander had forgotten about him, basically.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alex sighed and reached out, grabbing Ashley's hand, "Ash, please, I didn't do it on purpose. You know that running a country is not exactly the easiest job in the world. On top of that, I had to make sure Luca made it to New York alright and all of that. Things have been stressful and I'm trying to juggle it all."