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Hetalia Kink meme part 15

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Alfred groaned softly as he made his way back to the land of the awake. He lifted his face from the pillow, groggy, realizing he was still on the couch. He frequently just crashed right in the living room of their small apartment the moment he came home from the bar. He only ever had a few hours of sleep a night anymore, and it was catching up with him.

Not wanting to get up (not that he ever did, even back in the days when he got eight or ten hours of sleep), he burrowed deeper under the blanket he knew he had not draped over himself. But soon the smell of coffee reached his nose, and he decided he had better get up and wake himself the liquid way before work.

Alfred rolled off the couch, blanket and pillow following him to the floor, tangling around his legs as he managed to stand. He chuckled to himself as he realized he was still wearing his clothes from the night before.

The night before... He smiled as the memory came back to his muddled mind. And the smile only grew as he repeated the conversation in his head. By the time he reached the kitchen, he was feeling human again.

“You can't keep doing this,” his brother said softly, plunking a plate of toast down beside the coffee mugs. “You're going to run out of steam and keel over. Probably while behind the wheel doing a delivery.”

“Good morning to you, too, Mattie.” Alfred ruffled his hair as he passed—wavy hair grown long, the only real physical difference between them—then dropped onto his chair with a grin.

“I'm serious.” Matthew frowned across the table at his twin.

“I know. We've gone over this a thousand times.”

“Well you...” Matthew trailed off, eyes narrowing. “All right. Who is it?”

Alfred blinked. “Who's what?”

“You know you can't hide anything from me.” A smile crept onto Matthew's face, much to Alfred's relief. He wasn't in the mood for another lecture on his sleeping and working habits. “It's been a while since I've seen that look on your face. So who is it? Someone at work?”

Alfred felt his face grow hot. “It's not like that. We've only met a couple times.”

“Yes?”

There was no use in refusing to talk. Matthew would find a way. And it wasn't like Alfred could refuse him anything, anyway. “I delivered a pizza to his place couple weeks ago. Just happened to mention my night job. And last night, he showed up. We chatted a while.”

Matthew spread jam on a piece of toast. “Mm hm.”

Alfred helped himself to the butter. “I don't know! He's just a really great guy, okay? He's so handsome, and he has the most amazing eyes ever, and he's tall—taller than me!—and he's foreign and sexy, and smart and sophisticated, and very nice, and-”

“Are you gonna ask him out?” Matthew interrupted.

Alfred sputtered, grateful he hadn't started eating or drinking yet. “Of course not! We've only just met. Not to mention I have no idea what team he bats for. You don't just ask random guys out, that's a good way to get your ass kicked!” He cut off further conversation by eating, devouring his toast like a starving wolf. But by the time he finished, he felt the need to defend himself further. “An amazing guy like that probably has lots of women. And besides, that might have been a one time visit, I might not ever see him again. And yeah, I only just met the guy, it's not like-”

“Okay, okay.” Matthew was smiling. “Foreign, you said?”

Alfred nodded. “Russian!”

“Oh, hot.”

“I know, right?” Alfred took a long drink of coffee, relaxing as the bitter liquid warmed him. “So I'm not holding my breath. But it would be nice to talk to him again.”

Matthew nodded, rising from the table. He wandered around, retrieving Alfred's day clothes from where they had been tossed the previous evening. “We're not done talking about this, you know.”

Alfred groaned. No, they were never done with that. At least, Mattie never was. “I really don't-”

“Do you honestly think you can do this for a few years, Al?”

“I'm still getting used to it! I'll be fine.”

“You like the bar job better, don't you? I still say you could just do that.”

Alfred heaved a sigh, setting his coffee mug down. “We have been over this fifty billion times. I won't have you getting all into debt long before you even have to start paying back your loans, which we also need to save for. And you're taking an assload of hard classes, and you spend all your time doing schoolwork and studying. You can't have a job, too!”

“Al...” Matthew came up behind him, resting his cheek in Alfred's hair. “You don't belong here, trapped. You're supposed to be free.”

He couldn't help but smile at that. “I know. But I'm okay. The sky isn't going anywhere, the Air Force isn't gonna fill up.” Alfred finally stood, accepting his outfit from Matthew. “C'mon, I have tonight off from The Hideout. We can hang out and watch movies and stuff after I'm done with Lombardi's.”

Matthew gave a wavering smile. “On your night off you should be catching up on your rest.”

“I'll do that, too!”

“Promise?”

“I promise!” Alfred gave his brother a friendly clap on the shoulder, ignoring his wince, and headed for the bathroom to get ready. “I swear, Mattie, you're gonna worry yourself to death long before anything ever happens to me.”

----

“What do you mean you don't know?” Ivan growled, then instantly regretted it when Raivis flinched away.

“I didn't see,” the boy mumbled. “It was dark out. I walked out of the club, saw a flicker of movement in the dark, heard a shot, and then I hurt and that's all I remember.”

It wasn't enough to go on, even to figure out if Raivis had been specifically targeted or not. He could very well have just walked out into a...

Ivan blinked. “What club?”

Raivis looked away, apparently discovering something interesting on the bare hospital wall. “The Dollhouse?”

“What.” He didn't even make it a question.

“Well... now that Gil's kinda on our side, he said-”

“You went to The Dollhouse.”

Raivis had a look on his face that seemed to say he wished he had never awakened. “I was just curious.”

Great. It was bad enough the kid—not even 16 yet—drank like a fish. Now he was getting into adult clubs. His father was going to be thrilled. Ivan decided to choose something else to berate Raivis about. “You know that place is in their territory.”

“I know.”

“It probably was them.”

“I guess it could have been.”

Ivan's eyes narrowed, and Raivis cringed again. The Russian turned to leave.

“W-wait!”

“What?” Ivan muttered.

“Don't go after them. Okay? We don't know it was them.”

Ivan eyed the injured boy, not answering.

“Please?”

“I will go where I wish.” If Raivis had been in that part of town, what were the odds that it wasn't one of the Italians?

“If you-”

“And don't think we are done. Once you're out of the hospital...”

Raivis quivered. Good. He should be scared.

As should those bastards. Ivan was convinced it was them. As he stalked out of the hospital, he felt for the guns he had hidden away. Just an old habit, he knew they were there. Smiling darkly, Ivan returned to his limo.

And once again, he found himself giving the wrong directions to the driver. Dammit, he was in a dangerous mood. Raivis was right to worry; Ivan was going to do something stupid. He needed to let off some steam, and he needed to do it soon.

And so, he again found himself in front of an inviting brick building, finding himself looking forward to just chatting with a normal friend. To having a good drink, and a laugh. To learning the life story of someone who had had a relatively normal life, and who talked to Ivan like he too was normal.

The interior of the bar was still crowded. Ivan smiled to himself when he caught a flash of blond hair behind the busy bar. He stepped closer, narrowly avoided a man somehow carrying what must have been six mugs of beer.

A few guys at the bar made obscene catcalls at the bartender, and Ivan scowled. He stormed closer, and one person turned and walked away, giving him a better view.

Oh.

Ivan felt a stab of disappointment. The blond hair he had noticed was actually quite long, and its owner had endowments that almost rivaled Ivan's older sister. Well, sure, everybody had days off. Not him, of course, but people who had normal jobs. Ivan shoved the disappointment away, deciding that he was relieved instead.

Relieved, of course. Coming in two nights in a row, that would seem creepy. Talking to the friendly young man was nice, Ivan did not want to alienate him. So yes, he was definitely relieved. He could come back in a couple days, instead. If he decided to. He didn't have to. But just in case he wanted to for some reason, he could come back later, and not seem quite so creepy.

Ivan left the bar, returning to the chilly night. A light drizzle had started during the brief time he was inside, and he shivered. He hated the cold. He hurried toward his limo, feeling again for the reassuring weight of his various weapons. The driver asked where he wanted to go now.

Ivan smiled grimly at him. “Little Italy.”

I loved the exchange between Raivis and Ivan. You could just "feel" the tension oozing between them. And my god, Alfred, you're going to work yourself to death! Listen to your brother! D:

I'm still loving this fill, anon!! Please, please update soon :D -sitting on the edge of her seat in anticipation-

X3 this is so cute. I really like how tired your Ivan is. Also I like your Canada.

I really like this!

“Braginsky,” a cool and familiar voice said behind him.

Ivan froze, staring at the red white and green painted building near him. He hadn't made it very far. “What?”

“Fancy seeing you here...”

“What can I say?” Ivan folded his arms, not turning around. “I was in the mood for some pasta.”

“Yeah right. What trouble are you looking to cause now, Braginsky?”

“No trouble at all, officer.” Ivan plastered on his most innocent smile and turned around to face the cop. “What do you want, Kirkland? I'm paid up.”

The blond young cop rolled his eyes. “I wasn't looking for more bribes. I was genuinely trying to stop a war or something. You know you shouldn't be here.”

Ivan shrugged. “One of my boys—literally, still a kid—was shot when he was visiting an establishment near their territory. I know it was one of them.”

“Yes, yes,” Kirkland said. “They shot one of yours, you shoot one of theirs, they shoot another of yours... Are you mafia or feuding hillbillies?”

“Watch it, Kirkland.” Ivan's violet eyes narrowed. “I'm sure you'd be real upset if we all killed each other.” Probably so. The bribes they paid him probably doubled his salary. He highly doubted the cop would even turn them in or stop looking the other way if they weren't paying him, but it had become routine by then.

“Let's just say you're the lesser of two evils. Get your arse out of this place.”

Ivan glanced in the direction he had been heading, deeper into Little Italy. His finger twitched, aching to pull a trigger with one of them in his sights. Or better still, beat one of their heads in.

He took a deep breath, trying to channel out the anger. He had work to do, and he wouldn't be able to do it in the hospital (or six feet under), no matter how many of his enemies he was able to kill.

“Fine. I'm going.”

“Splendid. Go play a violent video game or something to get it out of your system, old chap.”

Ivan snorted. “I think I might go relax with a nice Cuban cigar.”

“I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that!”

----

“Slow night,” the busty blonde complained. “Why does that always happen on nights we both work?”

“That's how life works,” Alfred said, cheery as ever. He yawned, sweeping his gaze around the bar, ranking each patron on attractiveness. After a moment's consideration, he whipped up a free drink for 9.5 over in the corner.

It was something to do.

“Just go home, kid.”

“No way!” Alfred scoffed at his co-worker. “I totally need the money. You go home, Brenda.”

“Hush. You've got a brother, I've got a kid.”

“You've got a working husband.”

“Well you—oh!” Brenda left her slouching position against the wall, stepping closer to the bar. “Customer. And he's gorgeous, I call dibs.”

Alfred turned, and his smile stretched into a grin. “Sorry, babe, this one's mine. Ivan! Long time no see!” He fetched out the bottle of vodka.

“It has not even been a week,” the taller man said as he approached the bar, with that sexy accent of his, and the small mysterious smile.

Alfred poured him a glass of vodka and handed it over. “Work still stressing you out?”

Ivan's expression darkened slightly. “Very much so.”

“Man...” Alfred's mental image of Ivan featured him in an office, yelling at someone on the phone while glaring at his computer, all while someone who worked for him begged to have the day off to attend his grandmother's funeral for the fourth time. Being a boss must be stressful. “Well, I'll keep the vodka flowing as long as it takes.”

Ivan stared down at his drink, lips pursed. “Actually, I am hungry.”

“Want some hot wings? Nachos?”

The corners of the Russian's lips quirked. “For real food. Somewhere else.”

“Oh.” Alfred put the bottle away. Ah well.

Ivan cleared his throat. “I would like a dining companion. I prefer not to dine alone.”

Oh... Face warming up, Alfred straightened, staring at Ivan and wondering if he was serious. “You... I mean, I...” He glanced over at Brenda, who gave him a thumb's up. “Well, I really wish I could, but...” For god's sake, he was sounding like his brother.

“Oh, get going.” Brenda nudged him. “Like both of us are needed here.”

Should he? He needed the money. But Ivan was asking him... Was it a date? Oh geez, of course not! Alfred berated himself for even thinking that. The kind of person he could picture Ivan with was a beautiful woman in a slinky dress and mink coat. Ivan just wanted someone friendly to chat with, and Alfred was someone friendly he knew. And that was fine. This was only the third time they had met. Alfred had thought a lot of people were wonderful and interesting. And, well, sometimes he did ask them out right away, or they asked him. And... he had lost track of his train of thought.

“Sure, where to?” Alfred hopped over the bar.

Ivan turned to leave. “Ah... I was hoping you would know a place. I... I do not think you would find any of my usual restaurants to your taste.”

“Try me!” Alfred said. “Though a rich guy like you, it's probably all fancy French food, huh?”

“Sometimes.” Ivan smiled that small smile of his.

Alfred decided his new mission was to get a nice big grin out of the guy. No, better yet, a laugh. Not a little chuckle, but a good belly laugh. “What's your favorite place?”

“I really do want to go someplace new.”

Alfred rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh...” He held the door open for Ivan. “I usually eat at fast food places.”

“I see.”

“But there's a steak joint not far from here I hear is pretty good! I bet they've got burgers, too.”

Ivan nodded. “That sounds all right.”

“Awesome! It's just a couple—is that your car?” Alfred blinked at the long black monstrosity.

“It is.” Ivan nodded to the man emerging from the driver's seat. “Tell him where this place is.”

“Uh...” Alfred waved to the fellow, and he politely waved back. To have one's own driver! Well, Alfred liked operating vehicles of all sorts, so he couldn't really imagine wanting someone else driving him around. But he told the driver the general vicinity of their destination, and the man nodded and let them in to the back, far far far from where his driver's seat was.

“Good lord,” Alfred breathed. “These seats are leather. An entire other car could fit back here. You have your own bar! And a TV! I could forgo the rent and live in here if I had one!”

“I wanted a silver one, but we all have to make do.”

Alfred glanced over at the Russian, wondering if that was a joke or not. Deciding it was, he laughed, and was rewarded with a teensy-bit-bigger smile.

“So.” Alfred made himself comfortable—like that was hard to do in that car—as they pulled away from the bar. “What part of Russia are you from?”

“Guess.”

Alfred's face fell. “I, uh, I'm not too familiar with it. I only know Moscow.”

“That is too bad.” Ivan eyed him, and Alfred had no idea if he was upset or not. “But lucky for you, that is where I am from.”

“Oh! Cool.”

“And you?”

Alfred beamed. “I'm from here! I'm American, you know.”

Ivan shifted back in his seat, occasionally glancing out the window. “I know. But Americans can trace their roots back to other countries, can they not?”

“Ohh! My heritage, right. Well, uh, I'm actually only half American, though I was born here.” Alfred laughed. “Mom's from a far-off exotic land. Our dad though, his family's been here forever, we can trace our family on his side back to the Revolutionary War.”

“That is interesting,” Ivan said, and sounded like he meant it. “And your mother?”

“Guess,” Alfred shot back.

“Germany?”

“No.”

“Sweden?”

“Nope. Canada.”

“Ah...” Ivan had that expression Mattie sometimes got when Alfred made an awesome joke. The one that said the joke must have gone over their head or something.

Then Alfred had a brilliant idea. At least, a way to find out one way or the other if this was a date or not. And if not, if it was a possibility some time in the future. “No ring, huh? Got a girlfriend or something, though?”

Ivan turned to look at Alfred with what he could have sworn was a bit of sparkle in his unusual eyes. “No.”

Alfred waited for more. Surely he couldn't just leave it at no!

He was going to leave it at no. Well, dammit.

“And you?” The creep actually sounded kind of amused. Well, it was a start, toward Alfred's goal.

And at least that was an opening to keep going with the topic. “A girlfriend? Oh, not me.” He mentally grinned at himself for how cleverly he had phrased that. Ivan would understand if he was interested. If not—or worse, if he turned out to be some homophobic asshole—it could mean anything else. Just a misunderstanding, no need to kick my ass!

“I see,” Ivan said, as emotive as ever.

“You must have no trouble with the ladies,” Alfred went on, not giving up.

“What makes you say that?”

“Uh.”

“Because I have money?”

Oh, dammit. “No!”

“Okay.”

Alfred let the subject drop, turning to watch the bright, colorful city lights pass by. In due time, they rolled to a stop near the popular steak restaurant Alfred had heard about. He groaned. “Friday night...”

“Are they closed?” Ivan peered out the window. “No, it looks popular.”

“That's the problem. We'll be here forever!”

“What would you suggest?”

“I don't know... there's a McDonald's right over there, but you wouldn't-”

“Let's go there.”

Alfred blinked. “What?”

“We should get fast food. So that we don't have to wait long.”

Alfred stared at the Russian, wondering again if he was being serious. “Sure, okay. If you want to.”

Ivan's smile widened a bit—Alfred could almost see a peek of teeth!—and he slid out of the limo once the door was opened. Alfred followed, shivering slightly as he stepped back out into the chilly, neon-lit night.

“You do not like the cold, either?” Ivan said.

Alfred shook his head. “I kept trying to tell Mattie to go for a college in California, or Hawaii, or something.”

“Mattie... your brother?”

Alfred mentally ran over what Ivan knew about him. Hadn't he mentioned that? “Yeah. Matthew.”

“Ah. Well, I had thought about a warmer climate as well, when I first moved to this country. I am not fond of the cold, myself.”

Alfred led the way toward the glowing golden arches in the near distance. “Is that why you always wear a scarf?” He'd had the thing on when they first met. Inside Ivan's home.

“One of the reasons.” Ivan fell into step beside Alfred. “And my older sister had made it for me, a long time ago.”

Alfred smiled warmly at him. “Really? That's sweet.” So that explained the pink. Alfred tried to picture a little kid Ivan, clapping with delight as he unwrapped the gift from his sister. He chuckled to himself, earning a sidelong glance from Ivan. “Uh. Nothing. So hey, you've had fast food before, right?”

Ivan hesitated a moment before answering. “It has been a long time.”

“So no, then?”

“A long time ago.”

Alfred laughed. They approached the small building, and he held the door open for Ivan again. “After you.”

The Russian glanced down at himself, frowning slightly. Alfred glanced down at him as well. Okay, so the nice suit probably would stand out in a fast food joint, but whatever. Lots of businessmen grabbed a bite to eat on the way home! Probably. “You're fine. You look great! What is that, Armani?”

“No,” Ivan said quickly. “But thank you.” He walked past Alfred, looking up at the menu with trepidation.

“Leave everything to me!” Alfred marched up to a cashier and ordered four different meals, for variety. Then he scooted over to the side to wait while his order was being thrown together.

“Do we need that much?” Ivan asked as Alfred handed two of the cups to him.

“Well sure! How much do you normally eat?”

“Ah.” Ivan chuckled, and Alfred beamed. Another step closer! “You must exercise a lot.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Never mind.”

Their pile of food was assembled, and Alfred carried the trays to a nice corner table. He plopped down on the booth, Ivan taking the chair across from him. He unwrapped a burger and got to work. Ivan also started to eat, with a bit more grace and caution.

Between bites, Alfred started talking about his childhood—about the city he grew up in, his parents, the trouble he and his brother got into. He went into great detail describing the city—much smaller than his current one, but not too small, and was home to a waterpark, and a house rumored to be haunted that had terrified him (when he was a child, of course).

On the occasion he was able to get a word in edgewise, Ivan talked about growing up in Russia, a place completely foreign to Alfred but it sounded awesome. And he mentioned his sisters, one sweet and motherly, the other clingy and obsessive. And the more Alfred learned about Ivan, the more he wanted to learn. But all too soon, the food was gone (thanks mostly to Alfred, though Ivan ate his fair share), and they returned to the waiting limo, which had parked in the McDonald's parking lot while they ate.

“That was a rather impressive show of eating,” Ivan said as they slipped back into the car.

“Oh, thanks.” That was the first time Alfred had been complimented on something like that. “So I guess it's back to work.”

Ivan nodded. “For me, too...”

“I hope it gets less stressful for you.”

“So do I.” Ivan smiled.

“But...” Alfred licked his lips. “If you need a dining companion again soon... we could try a place more like what you like.”

“I would like that.”

Alfred's heart beat a little faster. He still didn't have the slightest idea how platonic their outing was. “Was that a date?” he blurted before he had a chance to stop himself.

Ivan turned to study Alfred, still smiling. “Do you want it to be?”

Aaugh. “That's not fair, I asked first!”

Ivan tilted his head, as if he were contemplating something curious. Then he leaned forward and lightly touched his lips to Alfred's.

Aaaaaaah! Oh you terrible wicked anon, to end the chapter there! XD

In addition to this being quite awesome, ilu for updating so often <3

Once again, very realistic and natural seeming dialog, and I have to say, too, that the world it's set in seems pretty good too. In that if feels like it isn't just a vehicle for them getting together (so often the case in AUs), but actually exists outside of a ten-foot circumference around the main characters.

Awwwwwwwwwwww... I love this fill.

BTW, when Ivan tall about those cuban cigars I was almost expecting for Cuba to pop out and shot or something :P

You have no idea how much I was squeeing after this chapter, author anon! Especially the last banter they had and leading to the kiss. SQUEE!

I really love your characterization of Ivan. He can be dark and downright vicious when he has to be but otherwise with good company such as Alfred, he can be relaxed and friendly and totally not a creeper. Love it that he can separate himself from his work.

And the 'Armani' bit had me cracking up. That was a nice touch.

With this kind of cliffhanger, I can't fucking wait for your next update! -loves on you-

*swooooooooooooooooon*
Oh my goodness, this is so nice~
Once in a while it's great to see a relationship develop without all the problems and drama. When two people who are captivated by each other happen to mesh really well and both want to deepen the relationship. *sighs happily*

Yes, I know it'll get dark and conflicted soon, but at least their relationship is smooth sailing and delightfully fluffy right now.

Looking forward to more :)

Awww, man, the awkwardness! Both natural and forced by Ivan being a tease! ~~and you, author anon ¬¬~~

That was really cute, and I still love how believable this is going, the pace is really good. I like the contrast between them, Ivan's class and wealth, worldliness, and Alfred's enthusiastic youth and puppy-dog behaviour. I can't wait to see Alfred tell Ivan how lackluster his economical situation isXD

also, nice wild!Iggy appearance! ~~cop!England is smokin' hot 0//0~~

Ivan had had boyfriends before. Some flings and trysts during his awkward teenage years, back in Russia. More recently, some fellow mafia members, who were mostly attracted to his power—it was anybody's guess how many of those boyfriends were even attracted to men—and the occasional regular guy, who left once he found out what Ivan was. Since those were his only two options anymore, he had pretty much given up on dating.

But dammit, he just couldn't help himself. He had never met anybody like Alfred before. The boy was so alive, so open and warm. Ivan could almost—almost—picture Alfred not even caring about Ivan's profession. But Ivan hoped he never had to find out. He wouldn't let Alfred find out about that.

He could still feel the ghost of their first kiss as he looked at Alfred, heart warming at the sight of the blush on the boy's cheeks, reaching all the way to his ears. They didn't say anything, and Ivan realized with a start that the limo had come to a stop in front of Alfred's bar. He was tempted to follow him in, but they both had work to do.

“I'll come back tomorrow,” he said. “I'll be waiting when you get here.”

Alfred nodded. “Um...”

“Yes?”

Alfred hesitated, eyes flicking toward the bar outside his window. Then he abruptly surged forward to kiss Ivan again. It was not the best kiss in the world, and their teeth connected rather painfully. But it was... sweet, as Alfred kept calling Ivan. Then the boy hurried out of the limo, running back to work.

Back to work for everyone. Eduard should be back by now, with a fresh (and free...) shipment of guns to distribute some, and sell the rest.

----

“Mattie!” Alfred fumbled his way through the dark room, before pouncing on the blanketed lump that was his still-sleeping brother. “MattieMattieMattie!”

The lump groaned. “The place better be on fire...”

“No, but you gotta wake up anyway!”

“What...?” Matthew's arm snaked out to turn on the bedside lamp. He squinted his bare eyes up at his twin. “You don't look like there's an emergency somewhere. Go away.”

Alfred shook his head. “Come on, it's Saturday, we can sleep in. I couldn't wait!”

Matthew peered closer. “Something happen with a guy?” His eyes widened. “Was it the same one from before? The Russian?”

“It was!” Alfred bounced in excitement on the bed. Their neighbors downstairs would be thinking interesting things were going on if they were awake.

“What happened?” Sounding more awake now, Matthew retrieved his glasses from the nightstand.

“He came back tonight, and asked me out! Well, he asked me to dinner. He didn't say it was a date. And I couldn't really tell. But then afterward I finally asked, and he kissed me! And he said he'd come back tomorrow night! Tonight. You know.”

“That's great, Al!” The brothers hugged, Alfred laughing in delight. “Wait, you went out on a date during work?”

“Oh.” Alfred chuckled. “It was a really slow night, and Brenda was there.”

“Hmm. And where are you going to find the time to continue to date?”

“I, uh... Idunno.” Alfred pulled away, chewing on his lower lip. He hadn't really thought about that. He didn't exactly have time for a personal life... And he could tell from Matthew's ever so slightly triumphant look that he expected this to finally convince Alfred to drop a job.

Yeah right. He wasn't going to screw over his brother so that he could date.

“We'll figure something out,” Alfred said. “He's really busy, too, so he'll understand.”

Matthew let out a little sigh, though he was smiling. “What does he do?”

“He's a business owner!”

“What business?”

Alfred paused, thinking back. “I don't know what it's called.”

“Oh.” Matthew shrugged. “What kind of business?”

“Um... heh.”

“You don't know?”

“He never said!” Alfred scratched the back of his head. “I just assumed it was a regular business. You know, like the kind you see on TV, where everybody does computer work involving numbers, in a cubical farm.”

Matthew gave him an exasperated look. “You're lucky you're pretty.”

“Now there's a narcissistic compliment.”

Matthew ignored that. “So in other words, you're smitten with this guy, but you don't know anything about him?”

“I do so!” Alfred burrowed closer, crawling under the covers to escape the cold. “I know lots about him. He's from Moscow, and he's got two sisters...” Alfred chattered on, delving into everything he knew about Ivan, until he was forcibly stopped by Matthew.

“All right!” Matthew laughed. “You know stuff about him, I get it. Now can we celebrate in the morning? I want to sleep. You should, too.”

“That does sound nice...” The excited adrenaline was wearing off, and Alfred was feeling a wee bit tired. He removed his glasses and set them aside.

“I meant in your own bed,” Matthew said. “At least get out of your work clothes and put some pajamas on. Oh, whatever...”

----

“Brother...”

Ivan froze. He had barely even made it in the front door when the familiar voice chilled his spine. “Nata. How are you feeling?”

“I'm fine, of course.” She glided closer, skirt swirling around her slender legs. “Deathly bored. Are you sure there has been no work for me?” Her eyes narrowed. “Or are you just treating me like a china doll, keeping work from me?”

Ivan swallowed. “Nothing of the sort. I will let you know the minute I have work for you.”

“Good.” Her eyes roamed down, expression chilling further. “Who are those for?”

“These?” Ivan glanced down at the bundle of small sunflowers, tied with ribbon. “For you, of course. A belated get well present.”

The icy look thawed, just a little, and Natalia reached out to accept the flowers. “Thank you, brother.”

Ivan nodded, and his younger sister turned to leave. He sagged in relief once he was alone. Now he'd have to stop at the flower shop again...

He had business to take care of first, though. Toris and Eduard emerged from a nearby hallway together, looking grim, nodding to Ivan when they approached. Ivan was already thoroughly armed—as he usually was—but Toris carried his pipe, which he handed over. Gripping it, Ivan smiled darkly.

The trio turned and walked out the front door, toward the waiting limo.

Mobs and Rus/Am? It's like my dream come true~ <3

I'm am throughly enjoying your characterization, please keep up the good work =)

Wow, I've never actually seen Russia handle Belarus instead of just running away! I mean, he was scared or freaked out or whatever, but he actually played that quite well. You'd almost think he's had to avert disaster like that before! ;D

Haha, that was really good, contrasting both characters' different sibling relations. Poor Ivan...though he clearly has practise lying to appease his sisterXD. ~~I fear for Alfred, though~~

“You're lucky you're pretty.”

“Now there's a narcissistic compliment.”

Pfff, these twoXD
And they sleep in the same bed sometimes! <3

I just wanted to know that i love this fill with the passion of 10000 suns.

YOU ARE EPIC ANON.

Yeah I love the Ivan/Alfred, but I absolutely adore the way you portrayed Matthew's and Alfred's relationship. Their brotherly love is just way too cute.

“It was!” Alfred bounced in excitement on the bed. Their neighbors downstairs would be thinking interesting things were going on if they were awake. <--This and the sharing a bed just made me lol like crazy because I also ship Alfred/Matthew related or not...

So can't wait to see more!

PS: Can you tell me how old Ivan and Alfred are in this? And is Alfred and Matthew twins in this? Sorry if this was mentioned already.

Yup, they're twins. They're 19, and Mattie just recently started college. :) I hadn't really thought of a specific age for Ivan yet, but definitely older. Late 20s, early 30s?

So, do people want to see smut in this? Or shall instances of sex be PG-13ish?

Ivan glanced at his Rolex for the thousandth time, annoyed with himself for showing up too early. He was cold, and he kind of had to pee. But wait he did. He didn't want to miss him, and moving hurt, anyway. Not that he was a wimp when it came to pain, but why hurt if he didn't have to?

At long last, a bus pulled up to a nearby stop, and among the exiting crowd was a be-cowlicked head of gold hair. Alfred instantly caught sight of Ivan, waiting near the bar's entrance, and waved enthusiastically, face lighting up like the sun. Ivan felt better about his long wait already.

“Hey!” Alfred, apparently over his bout of shyness yesterday, flung himself at Ivan and hugged tight. Taken by surprise, Ivan stumbled back a step, wincing. “You're really here! I mean, I didn't doubt you or anything, I just thought maybe last night was a dream or something, you know?”

“It wasn't,” Ivan assured him. “How was your day?”

“Good!” Alfred stepped back. “No deliveries on the weekend for me. Today I hung out at home, but if you wanna do something away from my work early tomorrow...”

“That would be nice.” Ivan had tucked the second bouquet of flowers in an inner pocket to keep it safe from prying eyes. He retrieved it, grateful that it had survived intact in there. “Here.”

“Aww!” Alfred accepted the flowers, eyes sparkling. “Are you not the sweetest thing?”

Ivan coughed, unsure of how to respond. It was his first time giving flowers to a date. “Well, we should-”

“You're from the biggest country in the world,” Alfred interrupted.

Ivan stared at him, baffled by the random spewing of a well-known factoid. “Yes?”

Alfred nodded. “Moscow's the capital and largest city. Saint Petersburg's the second largest, and used to be the capital.”

“Why-”

“The flag's white, blue, and red, and the national symbol thingy is a two-headed eagle. Which is pretty cool, 'cause both our countries have the whole red white and blue and eagle things going on.” Alfred beamed. “There've been like five thousand different types of government. Ballet and hockey are popular. There's pretty buildings. And a lot of the country is really fucking cold.”

Ivan was finding it hard not to laugh. “You should let your brother do the studying.”

“Hey, he was doing book studying today, so I got the internet!”

And for some reason, Ivan couldn't help but feel touched. Alfred's free time was precious, and he spent it looking up facts about Russia. Granted, they were facts one would expect to find in a grade school student's paper, but it was the thought that counted.

“Can we go inside?”

“Oh, sure!” Alfred walked over to the door with that ever-present bounce in his step. Ivan's smile grew. Alfred really was life. He followed after the boy as well as he could, hoping he did not see. But the world was not that kind, and Alfred glanced over his shoulder too quickly for Ivan to stop. “You're limping!” Well, it wasn't like he could have hid that forever.

“It's nothing,” Ivan said with a wave of his hand.

“What happened?” Alfred returned to Ivan's side.

Ivan hated himself for lying to Alfred, but he knew he was going to have to get used to it. “I stumbled this morning getting out of bed, ran right into the nightstand.”

Alfred winced in sympathetic pain. “I do that a lot.” To Ivan's relief, he did not pry further or try to tend to his leg. The discovery of bandages wrapped around it would kill that excuse. “It should be okay tomorrow, right? So we can walk around somewhere?”

“It will be fine.”

“Good.” Alfred smiled at Ivan, and suddenly, he was once again the shy and nervous boy he had been last night. A light dusting of pink covered his cheeks. “Say...”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you again?”

Oh. Ivan nodded. “Of course.” They had only shared two chaste kisses. He certainly wouldn't mind more. His breath caught as he looked down into Alfred's flushed, eager, honest face. His summer sky eyes were open wide, lips parted slightly, looking very inviting. Alfred wrapped his arms around Ivan, leaning up to touch their lips together. Ivan hesitated, not sure what to do with his own hands. He finally decided to be daring, and settled them on the boy's hips. He ran his tongue along Alfred's lips until they parted further, granting him access to the sweet, hot mouth. Oh, it was nice. The boy's youth and flustered kissing had led Ivan to thinking maybe he was... inexperienced. But no, he had kissed before. Either that, or he was a very quick learner. His tongue danced with Ivan's, and his hands roamed and explored.

Ivan finally, gently pushed Alfred away, drawing in a much-needed breath. “All right. Not too much before you have to go to work.”

Alfred chuckled—if he didn't know any better, Ivan might have even called it a giggle—and turned back toward the bar. “Yeah. Work. Geez, sorry our dates are so lame. Work and fast food.”

“Tomorrow we will make up for it,” Ivan said, limping after Alfred. “But for now, I think I will make use of your restroom.”

“All right. Vodka will be waiting.”

“Thank you.”

And so Ivan found himself again idly sipping his drink while waiting for Alfred to be free for a moment between serving drinks so they could chat (the flowers sat in a bit of water in a beer mug, which Alfred kept close at all times). Yes, they would definitely have to find something nice to do tomorrow. But with two busy people, they had to make do as best they could. At least Alfred had a job where he was free to chat. Ivan found himself wondering if he was allowed to have a passenger when he delivered food. No, that would be silly.

“Heh,” Alfred said at one point, chopping into a lemon. “Hope they're off duty. Don't want trouble in here. Or drunk cops on duty...”

“What?” Ivan turned, wincing at the sight of a pair of police officers wandering in. They did have the casual look of a couple guys coming in for a drink after work. But still. They were definitely not cops on his payroll, and they looked vaguely familiar. “I need to use the restroom again.”

“So soon?” Alfred laughed.

Ivan nodded. “I may be a while.” As long as it took them to drink.

“Uh oh.”

“I, um... I was intrigued by the fast food we had the other day. So I tried a taco place today.” Not even remotely true, of course.

Alfred laughed harder. “Oh! Hey, I've been there, man. Take all the time you need.”

Ivan walked as briskly as he could toward his hiding spot, thinking that he really needed to come up with some better excuses in the future... He sighed to himself, feeling a wave of sadness when he realized just how much of their relationship was going to depend on lies.

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