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hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
Hetalia Kink meme part 15
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hetalia kink meme
part 15
hetalia kink meme
part 15
Ahh yeah that is the super duper delayed Christmas reveal for 2009 LOL...just found the time to finish it now...
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Til Red Do Us Part [2b/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)“I missed you, too, lyubimaja,” Ivan murmured back and then ducked his head to press his lips softly against his wife’s. Emily slid her hands to cup Ivan’s face and bring him closer for longer, decidedly less sweet series of kisses. Ivan had just started to worry her blouse from where it was tucked into her capri pants when the loud sound of Emily’s stomach rumbling suddenly interrupted them. Ivan started laughing and Emily glared at him.
“Stop laughing!” she ordered as she struggled against Ivan. Annoyed, she tried to push him away but he only held her tighter, shaking with laughter. She couldn’t help her stomach growling; she’d been feeling nauseous most of the day and hadn’t eaten much. Not to mention the only reason Emily was feeling nauseous at all was because of Ivan. This was all his fault!
“I apologize,” Ivan chuckled.
“You don’t mean that!” Emily accused, scowling half-heartedly. Her stomach rumbled again and sent Ivan into peals of laughter once more. The corners of her mouth turned traitorously upward at the sound. She couldn’t find it in herself to be too upset with Ivan right now. She was still just happy that he was home after four long days spent at a conference. And imagining the look on his face when Emily told him about the baby completed eradicated the last vestiges of her bad mood.
“Shall I make you something to eat?” Ivan offered when he managed to stop laughing. Emily shook her head. He did the cooking most of the time for some reason she couldn’t comprehend, but tonight, she felt like making dinner for her tired-looking husband herself.
“No, you were busy working all weekend. I’ll take care of it!”
She wriggled free from Ivan’s grip and bounded eagerly toward the refrigerator, missing the look of horror that crossed her husband’s face.
“You do not have to cook, Emily,” Ivan said quickly. “You are clearly tired, I can–”
“Relax, Vanya!” Emily interrupted as she started rummaging through the food in the refrigerator. “I can handle dinner! They made me take home ec in high school.”
“I do not doubt that,” Ivan assured her, sounding pained. “But zayushka, every time you make dinner you make hamburgers.”
“Nothing wrong with burgers!” Emily insisted before dumping an armful of ingredients on the counter next to the stove and turned on the burner. “But I’m craving cheese tonight. You okay with grilled cheese sandwiches?” Ivan opened his mouth to protest but Emily quickly cut him off, waving a spatula at him threateningly. “Good! Now sit down and relax!”
Recognizing defeat, Ivan sank down into one of the kitchen table chairs and lit a cigarette.
“So how was your conference?” Emily asked brightly as she buttered the bread. An idea of how to tell Ivan about the baby was slowly forming in her head.
“It was boring. We were merely discussing trivial matters about the bank. You would not be interested,” he replied.
“Oh, like interest rates and loan applications?” Emily slid slices of cheese in between the bread and then placed the sandwiches in the hot frying pan and held them down with a spatula. “That does sound boring.”
“Yes, it was,” Ivan agreed before abruptly changing the subject. “How were things here?”
“Pretty boring without you,” Emily said, throwing a smile over at her husband. “Actually, we made some pretty amazing advances at the lab this week! Ooh, and I saw Maddie and the new baby today! She’s so cute!”
Turned toward the stove, she missed how Ivan suddenly perked up.
Til Red Do Us Part [2c/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)“Yeah! But don’t let me start talking about it ‘cause every time you ask me about my work, I babble on for hours!” Emily warned as she hefted the plate of finished sandwiches and set it down on the table, then headed back toward the cabinets to get plates and glasses.
“I do not mind. Your work interests me.”
Emily smiled at him as she set down three plates and three glasses on the table then sat down to eat her sandwiches. She fought back a huge grin as Ivan stared at the third place setting, confused.
“Zayushka?”
“Yes, Vanya?”
“Why are there three plates on the table?”
“I’m practicing,” she replied slyly.
“What are you practicing?” Ivan asked, still looking confused. Emily couldn't contain her smile anymore and grinned broadly at her husband to reply to him.
“Setting the table for a family of three,” she answered, stressing the words “family” and “three”, and then, unable to hold back any longer, cried out happily, “We're gonna have a baby!”
The grilled cheese sandwich in Ivan's hands fell from his grip onto his plate. He looked completely shocked and the tiniest bit horrified. His mouth worked open and shut and Emily felt her heart skip a beat and her eyes burn, suddenly terrified that Ivan wasn't going to be happy about the baby. She didn't know what she would do if Ivan didn't want to be a father.
“R-r-rebyonok? T-ty seryozno?” he finally stuttered when he got his voice back. Ivan missed the blank look on Emily's face when he sprang up from his seat and swept his wife up into a bear hug, a huge smile on his face. “Ya tak schastliv! Eto zamechatel'no!”
“Vanya, Vanya! You're not speaking American!” Emily laughed, relief and her husband's infectious joy filling her. Happy tears were gathering in her eyes and she blinked them back furiously. Ivan drew back and apologized profusely.
“This is good. I am happy,” he clarified, smiling at her so lovingly it erased any lingering doubt Emily had had that Ivan was upset about the baby.
“Me, too,” she said in a voice that quavered with held back tears. Ivan's eyes lowered and his hand hovered over her stomach.
“May I...” he started, and then trailed off. She nodded, too overcome to form words and Ivan laid his large hands gently on her stomach, looking close to tears himself. At that moment, Emily couldn't even begin to describer her happiness in words and settled for smiling at Ivan and telling him, “I love you, Vanya.”
“I love you, too, Emily,” he answered her. It was easily the most perfect moment either of them had experienced with each other. And Emily could have never imagined what would happen next.
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My translations all come from the internet in one way or another (but never Google translator – that thing sucks!) so if I’m wrong, feel free to point it out.
Zayushka – bunny
Prastee – sorry (informal)
Lyubimaja – my beloved one (female form)
Rebyonok? Ty seryozno? Ya tak schastliv! Eto zamechatel'no! - A baby? Are you serious? I'm so happy! This is wonderful!
I know things are going a little slow right now, but the action should pick up soon. I hope.
Re: Til Red Do Us Part [2c/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-12 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Til Red Do Us Part [2c/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-13 08:23 am (UTC)(link)<3 <3 <3
Thank you so so much for the update! <3
Re: Til Red Do Us Part [2c/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-04 03:15 am (UTC)(link)I can't wait to see it all crumble into a billion pieces!! >:D
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I have issues T_T
Re: Til Red Do Us Part [2c/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-04-25 04:31 am (UTC)(link)Moved to PPF5
(Anonymous) 2011-05-07 12:25 am (UTC)(link)