hetalia_kink | Hetalia Kink meme part 15

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.

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“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...”

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“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.

Aww. I love that Ivan regards lying to Alfred as regrettable but necessary - I can't imagine he'd consider honesty about this, but it would be creepy if he had no doubts about it.

One enthusiastic vote for smut here! :)

Lying is bad Ivan. ):

Seconding smut!

I've finally been able to read all of this and OH MY GOODNESS, I AM FLOORED BY THIS AMAZING PIECE OF WRITING YOU HAVE HERE~
I didn't even imagine someone would turn my little request into something so... so... so wonderful! Ahhh! I absolutely can't wait for more~ Your characterizations are wonderful, exactly how I wanted them! :)

Andandand yet another enthusiastic vote for smut here! And OP has a thing for top!Ivan... I've never liked seeing Alfred doing the penetrating... just a bit of a nudge from a grateful OP ;)

<3 <3

I am glad you're enjoying it, OP! It is quite fun to write. :)

Hehe. I usually try to at the very least imply that both partners take turns. Sometimes all in one night. But when it comes to seeing/reading/writing the graphic details, I much prefer Al on bottom, in all pairings. ;D

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(Anonymous) - 2010-11-12 04:50 (UTC) - Expand

D'awww, Ivan's excuses are actually kind of good! And really adorableXD. So was the whole 'giving flowers' deal, and wondering if he could go with Al on deliveriesXD

But Alfred more than tops him at that. He's just...so full of cute, and I wanna hug him close and hard. The bouncing, the info on Russia, the light blush when he asks for a kiss...hell, the fact that he asks for it <3

I say smut, author anon! They already can barely keep their hands to themselves!XD

Such a good fill! I look forward to more with each update.

This chapter felt like it ended abruptly and unnaturally, but I loved Ivan's last thought, because its really true. He'll have to keep lying and lying, and eventually it will catch up to him at one point, which is when the house of cards will collapse. But with the way Alfred is, I don't think he has too much to worry about. Hopefully D:

♥♥

Hehe, that was so cute of Alfred, looking up little tidbits about Russia. I guess he wants to make up for his lack of knowledge about the country when Ivan prompts him to guess which part of the Russia he was from? Who knows!

I think it's safe to say the kink meme would definitely like to have smut from this story. I'm worried though, if in case you are one of those author anons who are great and awesome storytellers but feels awkward about the smut scenes. I'm already more than grateful to see you practically updating almost every day (my friend and I practically stalk your fill, author anon. We talk about you in our AIM chats). I'd rather you do whatever makes you feel comfortable.

But if it's no trouble to you.. then yes, YES, A THOUSAND TIMES YES!

And it is a great surprise that the kink meme unanimously voted in favor of smut. Hey, sometimes readers have their stories they prefer to keep non-porny, I thought I'd ask. XD

Longer chapter is long.

As Ivan approached the bar that morning, which they had chosen as a convenient place to meet, he was surprised to find Alfred already there. It seemed he would not have a repeat performance of his long wait the last time he had shown up early. Alfred was chatting with another blond young man, slightly shorter than himself. Ivan thought nothing of it until the other man kept getting closer to Alfred, who kept backing away.

Ivan's eyes narrowed. Oh, come on. Clearly Alfred was not comfortable with the fellow invading his personal space, couldn't he take the hint and back off? The man gripped Alfred's shoulders and pressed him back against the wall. He leaned in far too close. Alfred turned his face away. The man tilted Al's chin back and forcibly kissed him.

Ivan was at their side in an instant, seeing red. He jerked the other blond man back, picking him up by the collar until they were nose-to-nose, threatening to bring an end to his miserable life after possibly breaking his bones and plucking his ridiculous beard out. The man was yelling panicked words in what sounded like French, which Ivan paid no attention to. It wasn't easy to hear over the roaring in his ears, anyway.

Alfred was yelling as well, his words gradually filtering into Ivan's brain. “Oh god, who are you? Francis, do you know him? What's going on?” Ivan slowly turned to look at Alfred, eyes narrowing as the red haze faded. It was unmistakably Alfred, but his words made no...

Wait...

Now that he really looked, the hair was off. Who...? “Ah... you are... Matthew?”

“Yes!” the boy said, desperately trying to get the Frenchman out of Ivan's grip. “Why are...” He trailed off, realization dawning in his eyes. “Oh.”

Ivan released the blond—Francis, was it?—and backed away, feeling the burning sensation of embarrassment well up inside him. He quickly squashed it. “My apologies.”

To his surprise, Matthew stared at him for just a moment before bursting into laughter. Francis gave him a dirty look.

“I'm glad you find this funny! That man tried to kill me!”

Matthew's laughter trailed off into a chuckle. “I'm going to take a wild guess and say this is Ivan. My brother's new boyfriend.”

Ivan scowled to himself. How could he have made such a stupid mistake? But at least Matthew was laughing. It would not do to start a new relationship with his boyfriend's relatives pissed at him. “Alfred has spoken much about you. Though I must say, he never said you two looked so much alike.”

Matthew tilted his head, smile fading. “He has spoken much about me, but never mentioned that we were twins?”

Ivan shook his head. “I don't recall him saying that. He said that you were older...”

“I am. By like five minutes.”

“I am terribly sor-” Ivan blinked. “Why am I apologizing?” He turned on Francis. “Regardless of who he is, your advances still did not look welcome.”

Matthew quickly got between them. “Oh, hey, it's okay. He was just being Francis. But thanks for trying to protect our virtue.”

“Our?” Francis muttered.

“Mine and Alfred's. Not you, you have no virtue.”

Rather than be offended, Francis made a flourishing bow. “I suppose I shall depart. If you wish to stay with this fellow-” He eyed the bigger man “-and give him the shotgun talk, good luck to you.” And Francis actually had the audacity to squeeze Matthew's butt as he passed by.

“What is the shotgun talk?” Ivan wondered.

Matthew smiled. “Oh, you know, where I threaten you with horrible things if you ever hurt Al... I won't though.”

Somehow, Ivan didn't feel particularly threatened. Not that he ever intended to hurt Alfred, and the intention was cute. But despite looking just like him, there was something... different about Matthew. The way he stood and the way he spoke, he almost seemed perpetually insecure.

Of course, Ivan had only known him for about five seconds, and much of that time had been spent yelling in terror at Ivan.

“Nor will I hurt him,” Ivan said. He glanced in the direction the friendly Frenchman had gone. “Your boyfriend is interesting.”

“He's not my boyfriend,” Matthew said quickly. “Not really. I mean, there was one night after a pretty crazy party, but that was all. He treats everyone like that.”

Ivan raised an eyebrow, and Matthew blushed. For some reason, a blush suited Matthew better than it did Alfred. Yet that just made it all the cuter when Al did it.

“Don't get me wrong,” Matthew said. “I'm not a partier. That was the only one I've been to. And, you know, peer pressure, lots of beer and pot lying around, lots of dorm rooms and empty beds, and Francis is the way he is...”

Ivan blinked. He thought back to the first time he had met Alfred, how the boy had spilled his story within moments of meeting Ivan. Apparently there was something in their genes that caused that. “I was not judging you. Does he treat Al that way?”

“Oh.” Matthew's smile returned, blush fading. “Al can't stand him.”

“Good.” He couldn't help but notice that Matthew had neglected to actually answer the question, though.

“It was the same night...” Matthew looked down at his feet with a bashful look. “Francis followed me home, and we were so wasted we ended up in Al's room by mistake, and crashed on his bed. And he doesn't usually bother turning on the light when he comes home from the bar and goes to bed...”

Ivan smirked. “I see.”

“It didn't help that Francis said something about being the meat in a Jones sandwich...”

“That's lovely.”

Matthew, looking embarrassed again, finally stopped his story telling. Ivan idly wondered if it was him. People did have a tendency to spill their guts around him.

“Well... well it was nice to finally meet you,” Matthew said.

The word 'finally' amused Ivan, considering they hadn't been together all that long. Just how much had Alfred been talking about him? “And you as well.”

“Hey, look! It's my two favorite guys!” Alfred, carrying a large paper soda cup, strolled over. He was grinning broadly at them. “Whatcha talking about? Hmm?”

“Not you,” Matthew said.

It was interesting, being able to compare them side-by-side. Matthew almost looked smaller and shorter, though Ivan could tell they were the same size. It was all in his posture and bearing.

“Sure, sure. And what are you doing here, anyway?” Alfred asked between sips.

“Waiting for you. This is where you said you were going.” Matthew tugged something out of his pocket and held it up. A wallet.

Alfred peered closer at it, confused. Then he tugged his own wallet out and flipped through it. He laughed. “Oh! Oops.” The brothers exchanged wallets. “Well, not like it matters, I could use your ID. Oh, you want me to pay you back for the drink?”

Matthew shook his head. “Have fun on your date. Bye, Ivan.”

Ivan nodded. “Goodbye.” He eyed Alfred, who was sidling closer now that his brother was gone. “Forgot to mention you were twins, hm?”

“Did I?” Alfred scratched his head. “I can't imagine why I would do that.” He paused, grin somehow managing to grow bigger. “What'd you do? You didn't kiss him, did you?”

“No,” Ivan said, realizing it may very well be a good thing Francis had been there. “Just threatened a friend of his who was being overly friendly with him. But I would have done that even if I had known that was Matthew.”

Alfred grimaced. “Ugh. Francis?”

“That's him.”

“Great. If you had any idea how I met that creep...”

Ivan patted Alfred's shoulder. “Your brother is a big boy. So I was thinking-”

“Let's go to the park,” Alfred said.

Oh. Well, dinner and dancing could wait. Better if it was when Alfred had the night off rather than the day, anyway. “All right.”

A quick car ride later, and the pair found themselves at the edge of the city's biggest park. Alfred looked giddy with delight, and almost immediately hurried toward the nearest pile of leaves to kick. And Ivan smiled after him, trying to think about how endearing it was rather than the age difference that separated them. Alfred wasn't a child, and would still be just as sweet and enthusiastic in ten years. When Ivan would be... well. Ten years older.

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OP is absolutely in love!

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