Hetalia kink meme ([personal profile] hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm

Hetalia Kink meme part 15

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(Anonymous) 2010-12-18 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
“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.