What am I doing, posting another story? ...I have no idea! It got stuck while I was watching Junjou Romantica because if you guys haven't seen the anime, Usagi? He looks like Ivan. Kind of acts like Ivan. I couldn't help myself. xD So, you'll see heavy references to the anime, but, this isn't a crossover and this shouldn't be a concern! I will try my best to make the plot as fresh as I can. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Hetalia.
Tact is knowing how far to go too far. - -Jean Cocteau
What was Alfred doing here? Standing in front of an apartment, a rather ornate apartment, the boy shifted on his foot then stared at the keypad then back up at the door. Oh yeah. Oh yeah, his twin had dragged him here…
"…How…the hell…did you get a D-….in history?" One very pissed off Canadian asked as another American started to sneak out of the room only to be grabbed by the scruff of his neck and pulled back. The American flailed helplessly for a moment then looked at the other boy who had an angry look in his eyes. "Well? You're usually good at most of your classes, why did you fail this one?"
Looking away, the other boy mumbled something that the Canadian didn't catch. "…Eh?"
"…I said that it's a stupid class with a stupid Professor! Now let go of me Matt!"
'Matt' or otherwise known as one Matthew Williams, growled rather angrily then shook his head. "Al, that's no excuse to have you fail a class!" he bemoaned, shaking his head as Al, or Alfred F. Jones, and really, no one could figure out why twins had different last names, growled softly, shaking his head.
"That's totally a valid excuse!" he snapped back as Matthew glared at him.
"If you're failing then I have to get you a tutor! I won't let you fail." Glaring a little, he shook his head as Alfred whined a little.
"Maaaaaaatt, don't make me go to a tutor!" he said, giving a pouting face as Matthew shook his head again, looking at his brother.
"You'll have to go, you're getting a bad grade! I won't let you fail Al!"
And that's why, Alfred was standing with his brother in front the apartment door, waiting for Matthew's friend Ivan Braginski to come out. Apparently, this Ivan Braginski was a full time writer and a part time history teacher, tutoring his brother when he had trouble with European history.
"Mr. Braginski, are you in…?" Matthew called, tilting his head as he did so while knocking on the door.
"If he's a friend, why are you calling him mister?" Alfred muttered as the door opened and a silver haired man poked his head out, looking at the boy. A smile graced his features as he opened the door completely, stepping in front of them as he did so. A tall, violet eyed man stood there, a white scarf tucked around his throat as he looked over his visitors.
"Matevy, it is fine to simply call me Ivan," the man spoke, his accent prominent in his voice. Matthew laughed softly as he led Alfred into the room, not noticing how his brother was giving him an incredulous look. His normally shy brother was chatting easily with this rather intimidating taller man.
And holy shit this guy was loaded! What sort of apartment had a living room this big?
"Non, I feel a little odd if I use your name, eh?" he replied as Alfred continued to sulk, looking away. "Ah, this is my brother, Alfred." Elbowing the boy sharply, he glanced at the boy from the corner of his eye. "Say hello Alfred," he growled softly as Alfred continued to sulk anyway.
"ello'," he muttered as Ivan continued to smile placidly, nodding his head.
"Hello Alfred. I am your brother's tutor, Ivan Braginski," he said as Alfred nodded, not moving from where he was. "Your brother is telling me that you are not doing so well in your history class?"
Alfred muttered something under his breath, shifting a little, then nodded his head as his brother elbowed him again and answered for him. "Oui, he isn't exactly…doing so well. I don't want him to fail after all, because we need to pass through this first year of college alright at least…"
Ivan listened to this as Alfred shifted, frowning a little as the taller man started to look through the tests that Matthew had brought. "I see. This is rather bad," the man said as Alfred growled softly. "But do not worry Matevy, I will not let your brother fail."
"Really? Really, really? That's great! Thank you Mr. Braginski!" Matthew said happily and obviously relieved, reaching out to hold his hand as Ivan's eyes softened slightly then squeezed the hand back before letting go.
"He can come here, after your classes and I will teach him. Your home…it is on the end of the street from here, da? Then I will take him back myself," he said, a small placid smile on his lips as he did so as Matthew smiled and nodded his head.
"Thank you…"
After Matthew left, wanting for the student and the teacher to get associated with each other, Ivan sighed then looked around, got a bottle of vodka, and poured in a glass for himself. Looking at the boy as he pushed up his glasses, he tilted his head. "You are…Matevy's twin? You seem rather different from each other," he said with a slight smile.
Alfred scowled a little, shaking his head as he did so. "Yeah, we are different," the boy replied with a frown as he looked at the man from the corner of his eye. "Just because we're twins doesn't means we're the same. What, did you think I was like Matthew?" he asked with a scowl as Ivan laughed softly, shaking his head.
"Nyet, nyet, I would hope that you are not the same. It is boring having the same person, da?" he commented cheerily, smiling a little as Alfred watched the man for a moment.
"…So how do you know Mattie?" Alfred asked after a long silence as he stared at Ivan who blinked at the question.
"Matevy? Ah…I met him through a colleague of mine, a professor at your college, and he was having trouble with his classes." Alfred frowned a little at that, wondering why he hadn't taken notice to his brother's struggles. Maybe that was why he was so adamant on helping him pass his class. "I offered to tutor him and we became friends," Ivan answered, slowly swirling the glass and watching the glass slightly sparkle in the light of the room.
Shifting back in his seat, Alfred frowned watching the man in front of him for a moment before frowning all the more. "You and my brother…you're not hurting him are you? Forcing yourself on him?" Getting riled up because of his own imagination, Alfred grew livid and stood up out of his seat. "What the hell are you doing to him?"
Ivan burst out laughing, shaking his head as he continued to laugh, and smiling. "Your brother is a cute boy, da?" he said while still laughing. "Perhaps I might appreciate his company as well, more then others. He is…a rather dear boy….to me…" His smile softened at the thought as he sat back, almost not aware of the fact that there was another boy sitting there, in front of him, scowling.
"Okay, dude, I would appreciate you not mentally stripping my brother IN FRONT OF ME, thank you!" Alfred snapped feverishly, shaking his head as Ivan blinked then downed the rest of the vodka.
"Ah, excuse me," he said with a smile as he shook his head before continuing to smile. "It would be rude to imagine one's brother in that fashion, da?"
Alfred sat back a little, feeling a little awkward as he did so and shook his head slowly as he did so. Okay, so he hadn't been expecting that. At all. What he had thought was a simple friendship suddenly jumped to this guy, his new supposed tutor, has just said, bluntly, that he loved his brother. Or at least had really perverted thoughts about him. This teacher admitted to his face that he had feelings for Matthew, Mattie, his twin. That was a little disturbing.
What was a little more disturbing was the fact that Ivan Braginski had just admitted that he loved Alfred's brother to him, his twin. Someone he just met seriously, what the hell had he been missing?
"You know…" he began after a long moment. "You know he's dating right now right?"
Ivan's face fell slightly at that and he nodded. "Da. I know. But it doesn't matter, so long as he is happy."
"You don't seem to be the guy to just stand on the sidelines," Alfred commented rather flippantly, tilting his head a little at that. "You seem like the guy that would be all creepy and scare Matt's girlfriend away."
"As much as I appreciate your thoughts on my devotion, I would rather leave Matevy be. If he is happy with her, then so be it. I will leave them be." Smiling a little, he nodded and stared at Alfred curiously. "Why would I want to interfere in my sister's relationship with your brother?"
Oh. Well. Okay, this was awkward.
"….So…Katayusha is your sister," Alfred said blankly, staring at him. Ivan blinked then nodded, a curious look on his face.
"They met after a tutoring session with me…" Ivan said with another blink and a surprised look. "Matevy did not mention me when he told you?"
Alfred shook his head slowly. "He mentioned that she had a younger brother and a sister…" Making a face, he stared at Ivan. "So just because your sister likes Mattie, you'll just back down? Not that I approve of your creepiness hanging around him, just, I find that not heroic."
Ivan found this rather curious as he moved a little closer, tilting his head as he did so. "What do you mean heroic Alfred…?" he asked as Alfred snorted, tossing his head.
"Well, you shouldn't give up just because there's someone else that he likes. You should keep going, show him your best side. Mattie's not stupid, he'll know and it's better then keeping it sealed in." Alfred smiled slightly for the first time that day as Ivan watched the boy with a blank expression for a long moment.
A slow smile curled up on his lips as he nodded at the boy then with a slight shake of his head, the smile turned more nostalgic. "Nyet…even with then, my sister is happy with Matevy and I am happy that Matevy is happy."
Alfred frowned a little at that then stared at Ivan before puffing out one cheek. "Well, hell, I didn't expect to learn that Mattie had a creepy guy stalking him."
Ivan pouted then moved over next to Alfred, poking his cheek. "Nyet, I think I care for your brother more then stalking him."
"Well, if you care about him so much, then maybe you should make a move or if you refuse, just go look for someone else!" Alfred stood up in a huff then moved away from Ivan and the finger. "You shouldn't keep clinging and making those love struck eyes at him!"
Ivan watched Alfred for a long moment then smiled slowly, nodding his head. "…You make rather good advice for someone who keeps making stupid mistakes in tests."
Alfred frowned. "And that's why I'm here." Staring at the man for a moment, Alfred broke his gaze then turned away. "Well, whatever, I'm out of here. But I'm just taking this little tutoring session for Mattie's sake, got that? So don't use me to get to him, find your own damn way to him or just get with anyone else.'
Marching out of the living room, Alfred slammed the door shut, leaving Ivan alone.
The Russian man stood up slowly, straightened his scarf, then moved to his bedroom. Closing his eyes, for the first time in a long time, it wasn't Matthew's soft voice that invaded his thoughts…it was…blue eyes.
…How odd.
