"What the FREAK is THAT?!" Alfred screamed in horror as he pointed to…to…oh my god WHAT EVEN WAS THAT?! A giant THING was sitting at their dining room table right in his chair! Why his chair?!
"Alfred calm down, he's just your personal trainer."
The blonde sputtered as he turned to his soft-spoken brother. Personal trainer? He didn't ask for a personal trainer!
"Mattie I swear to god. I told you I didn't want one! I'm perfectly healthy and can start exercising whenever I want to! But why is that… That SNOWMAN in our house and why is he half naked?! For the love of..! Tell him to put some clothes on! Oh my god…" He covered his face with his hands at the sheer awkwardness of the situation. Just a moment ago he was as happy as the goat who got the tin can: the tin can being his high-performance desktop equipped with the latest quad-core processor, HD graphics card and power-conserving technology and …oooohhhh… Was he drooling?
"Al, he's fully clothed." Mathew deadpanned, smacking his brother when he nearly started dribbling spit on the carpet. "Not the carpet! Eeeww Al, geez if he's affecting you that badly I guess it's for the best." He walked over to their guest who was smiling creepily at Alfred with a twinkle of amusement in his strange violet eyes- no doubt hearing everything with how obnoxiously loud Alfred could be.
Alfred quickly swiped the noticeable drool line from the corner of his mouth to save his dignity before actually hearing what Matthew had said. "What? No! Matt it's not like that. I don't think he's hot!" I was actually thinking about my computer? No that sounds even weirder. Umm… Just lie, Jones. Make up a lie. "I was thinking about… Umm." What's something that turns regular people on?
"You're hesitating." Matthew chirped from across the room.
Shit. He couldn't win.
"Now stop being a dork and meet your trainer." Matthew made a mock 'come hither' motion with his index finger as Alfred frowned deeply. Deeper than that one French philosopher that he couldn't remember the name of.
He grumbled something under his breath as he trudged over slouching towards the ground over dramatically. "Trainer? What am I, a pokemon?"
Matthew shook his head as he heard the word 'pokemon'. His brother was awful at being quiet. He was about to introduce them when said personal trainer abruptly got up from the table. He walked near the sulky teenage boy who wasn't watching where he was going and consequently rammed himself into 215 pounds of pure personal trainer material. He slid to the floor at the man's feet and held his head in his hands.
"Aaarrrggghh…." He groaned and rolled away before being assaulted by a chair leg. "America!" He cried out. "I demand freedom and independence. Where are my rights?!" He screamed indignantly while curled on the floor and pulling at his messy hair. "Duuuude!
This is so totally uncool! What the-"
He stopped his mini tantrum when he felt something lift him up from the back of his blue hoodie and was caught off guard by the sweet smiling face of a giant. He narrowed his eyes at it and pretended he could shoot out lasers to vaporize all of his enemies. One of them now being his personal trainer.
"Privyet. My name is Ivan braginsky we will be doing classes together. Everyday except Sunday and Monday. I'm under a contract as well." He gently lowered Alfred with the control of a crane and settled his enormous hands on his shoulders. For such a hulking titanic guy he had a pretty childish voice and spoke with an accent that made it sound like all of his words were stuck in his throat.
"Oh no. Mattie, Brohah he said contract. Contract! I can't even afford a personal trainer!" Alfred whined as he thought of his starving bank account. "You can't make me!"
"Arthur signed the contract and he paid Ivan already. He said it wasn't expensive compared to what he usually paid for my hockey lessons."
"Ugh… Why is that old man still doting on me? I'm not a little kid! He isn't supposed to pay for uncool things that I don't want!" He peered at Ivan and felt a little guilty about what he said when his smile thinned.
"Not that you're uncool or anything Broski but I really don't need a personal trainer." Way to smooth that over, genius.
"It is not a problem, Fredka, but contracts are rules are rules. I promise we'll have much fun!" His eyes glinted dangerously when he said "fun" and Alfred's jaw dropped. "I have to go home to my sestras soon and it was very nice to meet you and Matvey face to face. Training starts tomorrow morning, da? So get lots of rest. Do svidaniya." He waved politely to Matthew and Alfred before grabbing his coat off the hook as well as his strange fluffy Russian hat (Mattie what's that thing on his head? Wait, it's a hat! :O) and disappearing into the late afternoon.
A/N: Ayyyeee, I wrote this a long time ago and never got the inspiration to continue it. So, I thought maybe if I diddly dun post it here I'll have more motivation! The original can be found on my tumblr. Please leave a review and follow/favorite if it tickles your fancy~
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