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Hetalia Kink meme part 15

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“I wish you didn't have to leave so soon,” Ivan said, holding Alfred close. The next time they were together, it would be back in Ivan's other life, with all the stress and worry. Why did everything have to be so hard? If only they could just stay put, but that was impossible. The last few days had been incredible; just carefree days spent almost entirely with his lover, and also with the sister he missed. Alfred had been excited and enthusiastic about everything they had seen. Ivan couldn't wait until their next trip, when he could show Alfred more of Russia than Moscow.

“Me, too,” Alfred sighed. He pulled away slightly to smile at Ivan, and Ivan stroked his cheek. Alfred closed his eyes, nuzzling into the hand, and Ivan almost felt overwhelmed by his affection for him.

But all vacations had to end. And as much as Ivan didn't like returning home to their busy lives... he did kind of miss his work.

“This has definitely been a nice break,” Ivan said. “I'll be back home in just a few more days.”

Alfred nodded. “What do you plan on doing for that time?”

“Not a thing.”

“Nice!” He planted a kiss on Ivan's lips. “And next time you need to get away from it all, give me a bit of warning, hm?”

“Of course.” Ivan returned the favor with a kiss of his own. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

Ivan smiled. “For everything, Al.”

-----

Ivan was true to his word—after Alfred was gone, he was determined to enjoy his vacation to the fullest, and not do a damned thing. He sighed pleasantly as he lay on the couch with a newspaper, amusing himself by reading about other people's crimes.

“He's very nice,” Katyusha said, bringing Ivan a drink.

“He is,” Ivan said.

“You have to tell him, you know.”

Ivan winced. That was the last thing he wanted to do. “That will ruin everything.”

“Him finding out on his own will ruin everything faster,” she said with a stern look.

“If it will ruin our relationship either way, why should I tell him?”

Katyusha sighed. “Maybe because you're lying to him?”

Ivan said nothing for a while. If they kept this up, she would hit every nerve until she undid all the relaxation he had accomplished on his vacation.

“I'm a big boy. I know what I'm doing.”

Katyusha gave him a sad look before returning to the kitchen.

-----

“Mattie!” Alfred shoved his bags aside and hurtled toward his brother. “Goddamn I missed you!”

Matthew laughed as he struggled to keep his balance, hugging Alfred. “I doubt that.”

“I did! I was thinking of you the whole time!”

“I hope not the whole time.” Matthew grinned. “So how was it?” He peeled Alfred off so that he could retrieve the dumped bags.

“Sheesh, you don't have to unpack the second I walk in the door.” Alfred followed after him. “And it was awesome! Just the two of us—well, and with his sister, but she left us alone a lot—and no work or having to leave after just a few hours together... Oh, and the country's nice, too!” And he followed Matthew around as he unpacked for him, going on and on about Russia and Ivan. He didn't remember most of the names of the things and places they had visited, but he made an attempt. He wasn't sure why Matthew kept cringing at his pronunciation—it wasn't like he knew Russian, and knew how badly Alfred was mangling the words.

Once the info was all spilled out, Alfred sat his twin down and gave him a more illustrated version of events, flipping through the plethora of pictures on his camera.

Matthew finally escaped by reminding Alfred that he needed to get up early and was tired.

“Oh, all right,” Alfred said. “It's still like seven in the morning to me.”

“Well, you need to get back on our time.” Matthew removed himself from the camera, heading for the bathroom. “Don't stay up too late.”

“I don't wanna get my sleeping schedule too screwed up.” Alfred made a face. He loved his job, but maybe he should have kept the one with normal day hours.

“I know.” The bathroom door closed, then opened again. Matthew's head poked out. “Oh, and I got a job.”

Alfred looked sharply at him in surprise. “What?”

“A summer job! I'll be a waiter.”

“A summer job? Really?” Alfred's grin widened. “That's awesome!”

“Kind of weird, actually, but I'll tell you about it later.” The door closed again.

“What? Hey, tell me now!”

“It's at this fancy French restaurant Francis' aunt and uncle own,” Matthew said from the other side of the door. “They pretty much took one look at me and damn near laughed at the absurdity of me working there. Then they overheard me mention you, and gave me the job as quick as possible.”

“Really?” Alfred pursed his lips. “I've never been to their restaurant.”

“Has Ivan? Maybe they know him, and know about you.”

“Why would that get you a job?”

“That's what I want to know! Francis thinks they're just sucking up.”

“Oh!” Alfred nodded to himself. “That's probably it. People like to suck up.”

“I guess so...”

“So that's great! A summer job! We'll have to celebrate.”

“I'd feel more celebratory if I had gotten a job based on my own merits.”

Alfred laughed. “But think of the tips you'll get there!”

“Yeah, Francis already commented on that.”

“Ohh, spend a lot of time with Francis while I was gone?” Alfred smirked, even though Mattie couldn't see it.

“Shut up! What else was I going to do?”

“You have other friends.”

“Yeah, well... they don't put out!”

Alfred chuckled. “Keep telling yourself that.”

-----

Matthew awoke early, the room still fully dark. He peered at the clock beside his bed, sighing when his fuzzy brain figured out that he still had an hour before he had to get up. Something was pressed close to his back and he had to pause and wonder just who had spent the night.

He managed to glance over his shoulder without moving too much, chuckling softly at the sight of a blond head poking out from beneath the covers.

Must've been lonely all by himself in his bed, first night home. Matthew mused. Poor Al. He closed his eyes and tried to fall back asleep.

-----

“It's good to have you back, boss,” Toris said, pouring Ivan a drink.

Ivan nodded. “Good to see everything's gone smoothly.”

“We managed. Fortunately there were no major problems.”

“How go the pictures?”

Toris shook his head. “The bastard hasn't even gone near his mistress in weeks. It's like he knows there's a blackmail attempt.”

“Damn. He can't stay away forever, though.” Ivan swirled his drink around.

“The only real problem at the moment is Natalia is already working, and someone else is eager to hire her, though she may be gone a while.”

Ivan set the glass aside, sitting up. “Who?”

“The target is Kevin Porter. The CEO of-”

“I know who he is.” Ivan smiled, getting to his feet. “I'll take care of it. Come.”

“You will?”

“A romantic getaway is wonderful. But I just want to make sure I didn't get too much vacation and lose my touch.”

Toris grabbed a weapon and hurried after him. “I'm sure you haven't...”

“How very thoughtful of you to say. Now come on.”

-----

“Oh, thank god...” Matthew set his bag and books aside for the last time. Until autumn, anyway. “No more studying!”

Alfred beamed at him from over the top of a comic book. “And no more being shushed or shooed away because you're studying.”

“And I get a week to relax before starting work...”

“Yeah! Did you find out if you have to work on our birthday?”

“I don't.”

“Awesome!” Alfred tossed the comic away, and Matthew automatically picked it up. “I'll adjust my sleeping schedule a bit so we can get an early start.” Alfred gave his brother a friendly slap on the back. “So. Now that you aren't in school hanging out with people, you'll have to come up with some other excuse to hook up with your boyfriend.”

“Al!”

“What?” Alfred put on his best innocent face. “You've been dating him as long as I've been with Ivan. You haven't once considered somebody else to date or screw. And I know for a fact your dates don't always end in sex!”

“How do you know that?” Matthew sputtered.

“Uh, because you come home alone? I mean, you might have gotten some, but it was from yourself.”

“Alfred!”

“I think it's cool! We've done everything else together, may as well include finding boyfriends.”

“You didn't even like him!”

“No, but he's been better about hitting on me...”

“Not when you're around, anyway,” Matthew said.

“Geez...”

“Sorry.”

“At least he doesn't hit on Ivan.”

“Not when he's around, anyway.”

Alfred laughed helplessly. “Oh dear.”

-----

Trying to catch his breath, Ivan rolled off of Alfred, settling beside him and tugging him close.

“Mm, stay there...” Alfred murmured. “I like you on me.”

Ivan gave a tired smile. “It's very nice for sex. Not so much for sleep. You would wake up squished.”

“That's okay. It would be happy squished.”

“I see. And I still think I should take the couch and you should go to your own bed...”

“Naaah, Mattie's staying the night elsewhere. If he didn't want me borrowing his bed when he's away, he wouldn't have gotten a bigger bed than me in the first place.”

“We will have to do his laundry for him...”

Alfred glanced down at what they had done to his brother's sheets. “Yeah.”

“And you need to get a bigger bed.”

“No point. I'm not gonna live here forever...” Alfred's sex-happy face grew melancholy. “I've never not lived with him.”

Ivan kissed him. “But he will always be there, even if not in your house.”

“I know.” Alfred burrowed close, tucking his head under Ivan's chin. “Let's stay like this.”

Ivan wrapped an arm around him. “I'd like that.”

“I love you, Vanya.”

Ivan stroked a hand through Alfred's damp hair, wondering what good in his life he had done to deserve this. “I love you, too.”

-----

Alfred sang quietly to himself as he wiped down the bar. He didn't know many of the lyrics, and substituted most of the words with humming and 'doo doo'ing. It was hard to not be in a good mood. Tomorrow, after all, was their birthday. They had a big day full of fun and treats and friends planned. And then Ivan had a big night planned, though he had kept those plans to himself. Alfred was looking forward to finding out what they were.

The door swung open, admitting a pair of men. Alfred glanced up at them with a smile. “Sorry guys, closing time.” They just looked at him, almost curious. They appeared to be brothers, with auburn hair and nice suits. One had a bit of a squint, it was kind of cute. “But hey, I think I can whip up two more drinks. Go ahead and come on in.”

“Thank you,” the darker haired of the two said. Smiling, the brothers let the door shut and approached the bar.

Aghhhh anonnn, I don't know how many times I have said that seeing an update of this fill makes me so happy!

And now more good stuff is coming DX!

Ah, finally, the plot thickens! So the Italian twins finally located the rival gang leader's boyfriend, and are now curious about what kind of person is he...I wonder if they think he's more dangerous/in the know than he really isXD

I love the little snipets of their happy lives, and even if they were coming off the climax, it was still hot when I pictured their position...so Ivan hasn't lost his touch *shudder* How will Alfred feel about that when everything blows up? Poor Matt, too, he was being so happy...

Oh man! Oh, cliffhangers are so painful, they make me want another update like right away!

And I do love the sweet and/or sexy scenes, too. I agree with above anon, even though this second-to-last scene starts after the smut it's still sexy.

Oh god yes! The Italian mafia are now in the scenes! Finally, some action! Well.. not that this fic was lacking any action, but you know what I'm talking about... bang bang action, and the... likes...

Imma head to my corner and be a good little reader anon and wait patiently for it.

But just to let you know, author anon, there are very very few fics that I look forward to whenever I refresh the fills page, and yours are one of them. I cannot thank you enough not just for filling this, but continuously updating it as well. Much kudos for you.

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Was going to finish this up and post it tomorrow. But I got off work early and have no willpower! XD

Okay, Ivan was starting to get worried. What the hell were the boys doing? He knew that they were doing their own birthday thing, and his plans with Alfred weren't until later, but why couldn't he get a hold of him? Of either of them? Neither Alfred nor Matthew were answering their phones, and nobody answered when he knocked on their door.

Chances were good that they were doing something stupid, but that didn't stop worry from creeping into Ivan. He had always been able to somehow contact Alfred when he wanted to.

He considered calling Francis, but quickly changed his mind with a grimace. He did not want to think about both twins at the Frenchman's place in the morning. So he tried the only other thing he could think of. Alfred had worked the night before, maybe he could find a clue there.

Ivan stepped out of the car at the familiar street corner, and froze, heart missing a beat. The open sign was unlit, during the bar's open hours. There was a police car parked there.

Just a coincidence. It had to be. Somebody probably broke in while the place was closed. The boys were most likely passed out somewhere, already wasted.

The door was unlocked, so Ivan swept in. He took a deep breath, trying to fight down the rising panic at the sight of the bar's interior. Chairs were overturned on the floor. Shards of glass and pools of alcohol were scattered around where bottles had been thrown. The bar's owner was talking to Alfred's blonde co-worker, both looking worried, and a familiar police officer was talking to... Alfred!

Ivan paused for a moment, savoring the sight of his beloved, safe and sound, shoulders shaking as he cried. He must have been robbed during work. Officer Kirkland was patiently listening to whatever teary story Alfred was telling him.

The moment passed, and Ivan rushed over to the pair, gathering the boy into his arms. “Alfred! I was so worried when I could not get in touch with you. I'm so glad you are all right! Were you robbed?”

Alfred had gone stiff in his arms. “Ivan...” he said, voice hoarse. “Goddammit. I'm not Alfred.”

Ivan jerked away, staring at the tearstained face in horror. No... Matthew was here, talking to the cops, crying. Ivan went cold. No no no... “What... what happened...?” He didn't want to know. It was hard to breathe.

Matthew didn't answer, just looked away, wrapping his arms around himself.

“That's what we're trying to find out,” Kirkland said in his clipped accent, eyeing Ivan with suspicion. “The owner came to open up this morning, and found the door still unlocked. The bar was in disarray, as you can see, and there was some blood.” Ivan's heart froze again. “He called Alfred Jones' home, but only found his brother, who said Alfred had never come home last night.” He folded his arms. “And how do you know Mr. Jones, Braginsky?”

Ivan said nothing. He stared into space, mouth hanging open slightly, mind reeling. He kept mentally repeating No over and over.

“Well?”

“He's Alfred's boyfriend,” Matthew said. “How do you know Ivan?”

Kirkland ignored the question. “Well. That does make this a bit less mysterious.”

Ivan slowly turned back to look at him, swallowing thickly against the strangling panic. “It's... my fault?” Of course it was. If something happened to Alfred, it would have to be his fault.

“It does seem likely, don't you think?”

“Because he's rich?” Matthew asked softly.

Kirkland sighed. “No, not because he's rich.”

Matthew turned on Ivan, who avoided his eyes, still trying to remember to breathe. Matthew's eyes narrowed.

“They don't know what I am,” Ivan murmured to the cop. “Neither of them.” There was still a chance it was because Ivan was rich. There was always a chance it was kidnappers who wanted money.

Not a very good chance... “You tell him.”

Kirkland shrugged. “If you like. Ivan Braginsky is the head of the local branch of the Russian mafia.”

“Oh,” Matthew said, much too calm. “I see. Well. That explains a few things.” He stared blankly for a moment, before his face contorted in rage and he launched himself at Ivan. Though he was smaller, he was still as broad and strong as Alfred, and they went crashing to the floor. Matthew screamed incoherently at Ivan—though the words 'lies' and 'deceive' figured prominently—and punched him in the jaw. Ivan did nothing, and Matthew hit him again, and again, until he was dragged away, struggling.

“Bloody hell!” Officer Kirkland said, holding Matthew back. “Are you suicidal, lad?”

“Oh, he already gave me permission...” Matthew said darkly. His struggles had ceased, and the cop released him.

“That is correct,” Ivan said, slowly sitting up. “I-”

“Shut up,” Matthew hissed. “You're disgusting. You're a selfish bastard! Do you care anything for Alfred at all? Was any of that good guy act he fell for true? I can't believe this whole time you've been lying and using him, putting him in danger, all for your own sel-”

Ivan was on his feet in an instant, dragging Matthew to eye level by his collar. “Don't.” Matthew gaped at him, eyes widening. Apparently it was dawning on him just what Ivan was. “Do not say those things. They are not true.”

“But...”

“Lying, yes. I have lied to Alfred. To keep him safe, to keep him from being scared, to have him know who I really am, inside. To keep him from leaving. I have not used him for my selfish needs.” Had he? Was it selfish to want uncompromised love from a good person? “I have been nothing but genuine when I have been with him. The Ivan he loves is the real Ivan. There's just another side to me. I hated lying, but I didn't know what else to do.”

“And you sure kept him safe,” Matthew muttered. “Put me down.”

Ivan released him, digging into an inner pocket. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Officer Kirkland reaching cautiously for his gun. Ignoring him, Ivan pulled out a box and tossed it to Matthew. “That was my gift to give Alfred today. Do you still believe I'm just a selfish bastard using him?”

Matthew opened the box, frowning at it. He removed the shiny object inside. “It's very nice, but we don't wear rings. It...” He trailed off, shoulders sagging. “Oh. You were going to...”

“You can hang onto it,” Ivan said. Because he wanted Alfred to get the ring, even if Ivan did not survive whatever it took to get him back. “I have something for you, too.” He handed Matthew another gift he had tucked away.

Matthew gave him a curious look as he tore the paper off and popped the lid up. “Oh. It's lovely.” He smiled wanly as he removed the polar bear figurine. By then, the cop had left them alone to talk with the others.

An awkward silence passed between them, both lost in their own grief. Then Ivan took a deep breath. “I couldn't have lovers, you know. Not real ones.”

“What?”

“With other men in the mafia, they just cared about power. Or were afraid of me. Or whatever, but they could never love me in that way. To everyone else, they were just plain afraid of me. Or disgusted. They walk away once I tell them. Then I met your brother, and he was... just the most wonderful person I had ever met, and we talked and he treated me like a normal human being. And I just couldn't bring myself to ruin that.”

Matthew toyed with the bear, then set it aside. “And what were you planning on doing after you married him? Keep up the lie forever? Or tell him after the honeymoon, figuring it's too late for him to back out?”

“I don't know...”

“God...” Matthew covered his face with his hands. “Now he's...”

Ivan shivered. He was trying desperately to not dwell on where Alfred was now. Is he scared? Is he hurting? Is he crying? Is he dead?

Matthew reached out behind himself, feeling for a chair before dropping into it. “He... and on our...” His shoulders shook. “And on top of everything, I'm probably gonna lose my job on my first week, how am I supposed to go in to work tomorrow and smile at everyone?” He looked up at Ivan in surprise. “I won't, will I?”

Ivan tilted his head, not understanding.

“They wouldn't fire me. Why they hired me... why it suddenly seemed like everyone treats us right once they find out who Alfred is. Because they're afraid of you! They all know who you are, and...” He clenched his hands into trembling fists. “Everybody knows! Everybody! They all know what you are and that Alfred is your boyfriend! How did you not see this coming!?” Matthew started to laugh hysterically. “You doomed him from the start, but it's okay because you were in love!”

“You should go home,” Ivan said. He just couldn't find it in him to be angry at Matthew. Why should he? He was angry at himself.

The miserable young man nodded. “Francis should be here soon...”

“Oh, you called him?”

“Yeah... I asked him to meet me here. I didn't say why, but he could probably tell I was upset...” Tears again filled Matthew's red, swollen eyes. “We might've been opening our presents now. I bet he got me something nice. He acts stupid, but he pays attention. I could notice something I liked in a store tomorrow and make a passing comment about it, and he'd remember and get it for me on our next birthday.”

“I'll find him,” Ivan said quietly. “Or die trying.” He finally turned away, unable to look at Alfred's grieving twin any longer. His own eyes burned with unshed tears.

The door soon opened to admit Francis, who strode through the bar—which was looking a bit better now, the owner and bartender having been cleaning up some—looking around in confusion. His eyes lit on the cop, and he made a beeline in that direction. “Well hello, officer~”

Kirkland eyed him. “I beg your pardon?”

“Oh. British.” Francis walked away, noticing Matthew and heading over. “There you are.” It had always struck Ivan as odd that Francis never mixed the twins up. Ever. He could come across one when he was expecting to find the other, and still not make a mistake. “I've come to pick you up. What is wrong?” He looked around. “Why are you here? A robbery?”

Matthew slowly looked up at him, and Francis' face fell at the look of utter misery. “Alfred's been kidnapped,” he said dully. “Ivan's head of the Russian mafia. The two are probably related.”

Francis started to laugh, though it quickly trailed off at the looks on their faces. “You are serious?” He turned on Ivan, eyes wide.

And so the cycle of accusation started over, only Ivan was much less tolerant of Francis and the Frenchman was soon cowed into just comforting Matthew.

“Take him home,” Ivan said. “I need to get the hell out of here.” And do... what? Getting drunk, killing people, sending everyone in his house away so he could rage... nothing would help. He would just have to concentrate on finding Alfred. On planning what to do when the kidnappers contacted him. If he didn't hear from them... well, Alfred was probably dead then...

Fighting down a wave of nausea, Ivan fled from the bar.

-----

“I don't know...” Matthew bit his lip. “I should wait.”

“Open it,” Francis said gently.

He let out a breath and tore into the present from Alfred. The box contained a lot of tissue, which he flipped aside to reveal a picture book.

“Hmm.” Francis tilted his head. “He didn't think much of your reading abilities.”

“Oh...” Matthew lifted the book up, eyes filling with tears again. “No, this was our favorite book when we were little. It's been out of print for ages. How'd he get it?” He hugged it close to his chest as the tears spilled down his cheeks. “What am I gonna do?”

“I don't know... They're looking for him. And once we hear from-”

“Hear from who?” Matthew snapped, setting the book aside. “If they took Al because they want money from Ivan, then yeah, we'd probably hear from them. But if they're just... rival mafia, or other enemies of his... they'd just kill him! His body's probably in a ditch somewhere! Or at the bottom of a river!”

“You shouldn't think that way...”

Matthew stared at the floor, unable to stop thinking of Alfred's dead body, discarded somewhere like trash. He had to be dead. All because of the one person he had trusted and loved above all others. “It all makes so much sense now...”

“What does?” Francis said, voice low and soothing.

“Everything. The way Ivan looked like he would really kill you when he met you. The way something often seemed off and almost creepy about his smile. People at fancy restaurants Ivan would frequent being scared of Al and being super nice to us-”

“Whoa whoa!” Francis stood, eyes wide. “Are you saying my aunt and uncle have dealings with the mafia?”

“They know him, anyway. Know him enough that they wouldn't even dream of turning down his boyfriend's brother for a job. Just how horrible is he?”

Francis didn't answer, eyes trailing to the remaining presents on the table. The ones that would remain unopened. “What did you get him?”

“A model. Of a Republic P-47 Thunderbolt.”

“A what?”

“World War Two plane.” Matthew smiled. “Want some cake?”

“I don't know if-”

“Just get it, okay?”

Francis nodded, sighing, and went to fetch the chocolate cake from the kitchen. He set it down on the table, and Matthew added two candles. Francis lit them.

Matthew made a wish, and blew one of the candles out.

“You missed one,” Francis said, but seemed to instantly regret the comment.

“It's not mine.” Matthew buried his face in his arms, body trembling as he cried. He didn't notice Francis sadly pinching out the other candle.

First, this:

“Well hello, officer~”

Kirkland eyed him. “I beg your pardon?”

“Oh. British.”

AWESOME XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
yes, FrUK shipper is obviousXD

I think you nailed their reactions, author anon. Matt's rage and difficulty with dealing with his emotions was perfect; I cheered when he threw himself at Ivan, not even thinking about the consequences. The ending made my heart clench, his grief was so palpable...~~even if you went a bit over-the-top with the children's books, a bit too melodramaticXD~~

Ivan, on the contrary, seems to be at a loss, and it fits so well with him! A powerful man, used to be in control, to change things to his liking, who now sees everything disappear without anything he can do...the info blackness must be driving him mad. Ah, Ivan, you should have told sooner...now it's all worse. What will he do? I loved when he got angry when Matt accused him of lying and taking advantage of Al! ~~that was sexy!~~

Oh, and I love officer Kirkland; not only is picturing the character like that hot, but his atittude always amuses meXD

It had always struck Ivan as odd that Francis never mixed the twins up. Ever. He could come across one when he was expecting to find the other, and still not make a mistake.

I loved this. Even in the midst of all this big plot developments, little things like this say so much about the characters...Francs, for all his flirting, is observant ^^

Something tells me that Al will actually have a great time kidnapped by the Italian brosXD. If everything wasn't broken at the bar, I'd have said he didn't know he'd been kidnapped! I wonder who captured him; not the Italian boys, that's for sure. He'll probably feel worse about Ivan's lies than about being kidnapped...

Heh, I was about to copy-paste the exact same fabulous lines the anon above me did. XD Good god, that was funny even in such a horrible situation. And damn, I knew everything was going to go to hell the second they walked into the bar last time, but holy shit. :'D

I-I have tears in my eyes right now, author!anon ;A;

Poor Al, poor Ivan and poor Mattie ;A; I know that it'll all end well and that Ivan will hopefully save Al, but I'm still on the edge of my seat.

That fic is just sooooo amazing, continue your good job !

Yeah...it sucks that it had to come to this...But Matt's right, Ivan should have known that telling everyone about Alfred could not end well. ;__;

Marvelous setup, though--with the happy vacation in Russia an birthday planning to build up joy before crushing it with the kidnapping...aagh so intense emotions right now...

Amazing update! Can't wait for more!

I love you. I love you so much. Let's get married married married...

Oh, this update put tears in my eyes. All of it, but especially opening the presents and not knowing if Alfred's even alive... *worries*

Oh wow. The only comfort I have right now is that OP specifically said no deaths for Ivan and Alfred.

Ivan, you're sweet and all but that doesn't make you not an idiot. Alfred shouldn't let you off the hook easily once you've rescued him.

What I love about this is that throughout the story Ivan's been pretty much just facepalming at how everyone and their blind old auntie knows he has a boyfriend, and now it's coming back to bite his sexy Russian ass big time.

A nice poker game was just getting good, the air filled with laughter and cigar smoke. Toris put down his bet. Yuri folded. Aleksei did, too, and Toris laughed. He raised his eyebrows at Eduard.

They never got to find out Eduard's move. The door slammed open and Ivan stormed into the room like a hurricane, flinging the table aside with one swipe of his hand. Chips and cards and alcohol went flying. The men scattered with shouts of alarm.

“Boss!” Raivis yelped, especially worried as he had long ago been forbidden from joining in on the adults' games. He trembled when Ivan's horrifying gaze fell on him, but it quickly passed him over to take in everyone else.

“Someone has kidnapped Alfred,” Ivan said, voice deadly quiet. “My bets are on the Italians, but we don't know for sure.”

“Oh no,” Toris gasped.

“I want you to find out for sure. I want you to find him. The police are working on it, but we all know how competent they are...” The men smiled slightly and nodded, and Ivan's glare intensified. “Go!”

They bolted, tripping over each other in their haste to get away. All but one, who stood his ground and stared nervously at his feet.

“You do not wish to go, Aleksei?” Ivan had never liked the man.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah... well, boss, it's just that... you don't need all of us, do you? There's other things that need to be done besides looking for the kid...”

Ivan smiled at him. “You're right, of course.”

“You think so?”

“I do. He's only one person, yes?”

Aleksei nodded, looking relieved.

“So you continue with your gaming, and whatever other important business you have.”

“Boss?”

Ivan's smile never wavered as he pulled a gun out, taking aim at the terrified man. Aleksei had probably never moved so fast in his life, scrambling toward the door. Ivan didn't even especially care if he hit or not when he fired, and the bullet slammed into the wall where Aleksei's head had been an instant before.

“I missed,” Ivan sighed. He glanced toward the men who had returned to investigate. “Oh well. Does anyone else have anything better to do?”

Nobody did.

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Alfred wondered how much time had passed. There was no way of knowing, in an unlit basement with no windows. His foot itched, but he was thoroughly tied to a chair and couldn't do much about that. He was hungry, but hadn't seen anybody since they had first tied him up and left. He was still sore from the initial attack. What did those nice-seeming brothers want with him? Money, he figured. It had to be about money. Access to Ivan's money was the only thing Alfred had that anyone would want!

Ivan... he must be so worried. And Mattie. Alfred felt a twinge of guilt, knowing they were upset because of him. The kidnappers had looked so small and weak, how could they have overpowered him? Well, he had been holding his own pretty well, until their larger blond friend had joined in.

When the doorway finally creaked open, Alfred wasn't sure whether to be more worried or relieved. He swallowed and assured himself that he was not at all afraid at the sound of footsteps descending the stairs.

Relief overpowered worry at the smell of food. Good smelling food. He had no idea how long it had been since he last had something to eat, but it felt like days, though he knew that couldn't be right.

A bare bulb hanging from the ceiling was clicked on, and Alfred winced at the sudden onslaught of light. Standing before him was one of the brothers, the one with the squint. He was holding a plate of spaghetti.

“I thought you might be hungry,” he said. He had an accent, but Alfred had never been good at placing accents. Spanish? “Do you like spaghetti, Mr. Jones? Can I call you Alfred?”

“You kidnapped me and tied me up,” Alfred muttered. “You can probably do what you like.”

“Sorry...” The possibly Spanish young man (he couldn't have been much older than Alfred!) set the steaming plate aside and untied Alfred's arms. He plunked the plate down by Alfred, watching almost expectantly.

“It's good,” Alfred said after sampling a bite. The other smiled, but made no move to leave, probably wouldn't until Alfred was finished and safely tied back up. “So why don't you tell me what the hell you're doing with me?”

“You need to ask?” he said, almost sounding sad.

“Uh. Yeah. I mean, I figure it's for ransom money, but...”

“Ransom money?” He tilted his head, forehead wrinkling. “Why would we want money? We are very wealthy.”

Alfred froze. If they didn't want money... “Who are you?”

He seemed utterly baffled that Alfred didn't know. “We are Cosa Nostra.”

“I don't speak Spanish.”

“It's Italian. We're mafia.”

“Mafia?” Alfred paused in his eating again. The mafia? The mafia? What did they want with him? “I think you've got the wrong guy.” It was all just a mistake. “Mistaken identity, perhaps?” What had Matthew gotten himself into?

“I don't think so,” the Italian said, gesturing for Alfred to keep eating. “Our enemies are the Russian mafia. You're their leader's lover. Unless there's another Alfred Jones who looks like you, you're the one we want.”

What...? Alfred set the plate aside, no longer hungry. “That's ridiculous. I am not.”

“You really don't know?”

“That's either really funny or really sad,” another voice said, and the other Italian joined them, stomping down the stairs. “You'd have to be pretty stupid and blind to be dating Ivan Braginsky all this time and not know that.”

Alfred flinched at the mention of his name, throat closing. That couldn't be true! Ivan was the sweetest man he knew. “You're lying.”

“Nope, sorry.”

“You are! He's a nice, sweet, loving person.”

“So am I!” the first brother said.

“When we're not working,” the other added.

“He wouldn't lie to me!”

The darker-haired brother snorted. “Would you start dating a mafia boss?”

“Of course not!”

“There you go, then. That's why he lied.”

“But...” Alfred looked back and forth between them, desperately looking for signs of lying. That made no sense at all! Ivan was no criminal. He... well, yes, he had a lot more money than a small business owner should have when he didn't come from a rich family. And Alfred still wasn't entirely sure just what that business was. And he had a lot of Russiany people hanging around his house. And people had started treating Alfred with fear and respect, and Ivan didn't like taking Alfred to places he frequented where he would be known... and...

“I think it's dawning on him,” the second Italian said.

“No!” Alfred said, trying to shake off the sensation of drowning. “No, he... he isn't a criminal. Oh! We were mugged!” Not a mugger, his traitorous mind said, didn't demand our money, was dressed too nice, just wanted to kill him... “Ivan didn't do anything! He was freaked out. If he really was what you say he is, he'd have been much more kickass.”

“Unless he was with somebody he didn't want to reveal himself to. Are you done with that? We'd really like to tie you back up and go.”

“I'm done...”

The darker-haired one picked up the half-eaten spaghetti and left. The remaining brother gazed sadly at Alfred. “I'm sorry we had to be the ones to tell you. That was very rude of him to keep secrets.”

Alfred stared dully at him. “So what... what do you want from Ivan, if not money?”

“Something he won't like, and probably won't agree to.” The Italian sighed, stooping over to retie Alfred's arms to the chair. “And if he doesn't, we'll have to kill you. I'm really sorry!” He backed away and turned the light off, plunging Alfred back into darkness, then retreated up the stairs. The door slammed shut, and Alfred allowed his tears to fall freely.

“That bastard...” he whispered brokenly. “He... he lied! He betrayed me!” He thought of all the times he had told Ivan everything, had told Ivan he could never lie to him. Ivan had never said that in return.

No no, he was letting his kidnappers get to him. Ivan couldn't be a criminal, he would never deceive Alfred.

EEEEEEEEEEE!! F5'ing like a madman XD XD XD WHEEE!!! <33

“Oh, who am I kidding?” Alfred shivered. It made too damn much sense. His mind replayed their relationship for him, every interaction that could have had a hidden meaning, or seemed suspicious but had been brushed aside. He even remembered the time he had jokingly asked Ivan the cheesy 'is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?' Ivan had looked slightly panicked. He was not a fan of anything Italian, save for the restaurant Alfred used to work for, which had always seemed like an oddly random prejudice. Alfred remembered the times Ivan showed up with assorted injuries, or limps, and came up with stupid excuses for them like some poor abused wife. The times he conveniently had to be elsewhere when cops were around.

Alfred felt his life crumble around him. It had all been a lie. Ivan was out cheating and swindling and robbing and then going to Alfred's bed afterward and lying about everything.

And yet... Alfred just couldn't hate him. He couldn't believe that Ivan had lied about loving him. Nobody was that good of an actor. Nobody would feign love just to get laid, when one was a powerful mob boss who could fuck anyone they wanted. The Italians seemed to think Ivan had lied so as not to be rejected...

But he still lied and deceived. He still did... god knew what. Horrible illegal stuff. He... hurt people (Alfred's brain shied away from the 'k' word). It was next to impossible to wrap his brain around the idea of Ivan—sweet, adorable, adoring, perfect Ivan—doing anything like that. For the first time in this ordeal, Alfred thought that this couldn't be happening.

But it was. And what did any of that matter when Alfred was going to die soon, anyway?

The door soon banged open again and heavy footsteps rapidly moved down the stairs. Alfred again went through the process of being blinded by the abrupt light, until he was able to make out the newcomer. It was the third kidnapper. He was tall, stern-looking, and his blond hair was slicked back. He did not look Italian.

“They kind of forgot one of the jobs I gave them,” he said, in yet another accent. German? “Is it true you didn't know about Braginsky?”

“Shut up.”

The German just shrugged. He bent, tugging something out of his boot. A knife. Alfred cringed, struggling against the ropes. Were they going to kill him already? Had Ivan already given his answer? Just because the love of his life was a fucking liar and his life was pretty much meaningless and over didn't mean Alfred actually wanted to die.

“Stop fidgeting. I need to send the bastard a note.”

“Don't call him that!” Alfred said, regardless of the fact he had been doing the same. He had the right to, after all. The German stepped closer and Alfred swallowed. He sat up straight, determined to meet any fate with dignity.

The blond reached out and grabbed Alfred's hair—specifically, the cowlick that always stuck up. With one sweep of his blade, he severed the lock of hair.

“Hey!” Alfred yelped.

He eyed the captive. “Are you seriously whining about losing something that will grow back...?” The unspoken threat hung in the air, and Alfred quickly shook his head.

“What do you want from him?” Alfred again asked.

The German smoothed the lock of hair between his fingers. “We don't like the Russian mafia.”

“I gathered.”

“We'd like them to leave.”

“Oh, you're just asking them to leave?”

“Most of them.” He turned to leave, clicking off the light. “Except Braginsky.”

“You'll kill him?” Alfred said weakly.

“Good guess.” And Alfred was once again left alone in the dark room, with nothing for company but his miserable, confused thoughts, and the overwhelming feeling of betrayal.

Feliciano is the most adorable kidnapper ever.

This continues to be awesomely tense and wonderful, eeeeeeeeek.

Adorable kidnapper indeed, but I totally wasn't expecting surprise!Ludwig for some reason. XD

Oh god the cliffhangers ... XD

NANTUCKET NOOOOOOOOOOOOO
WHY IS THIS SO PERFECT?!
Anon you have my heart ;3;

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