The Morning Sad
A/N: hello :D I know I know I still need to update my other story but it's just so hard! I have writers block on that story and no matter how hard I try I can't think of anything. While brain storming for an idea this little idea popped up and thought "WHAT THE HELL! Might as well try it." And BOOM this little thing was born.
WARNINGS: Slight OC mostly from Ivan because a shy Ivan is pretty damn adorable. Also mild yaoi loving in here. Suggestive themes, nothing explicit just really really mild stuff. SLIGHT JUST SLIGHT hinting towards MPREG.
DISCLAIMERS: I do NOT own Hetalia or it's characters in any shape or form they belong to their respective creator(s).
SUMMARY: After one night of awkward passion Alfred finds himself in an odd predicament that muddles everything he had planned for himself. What'll his family think? What'll he do? Worst of all what'll Ivan do?
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The wind nipped at Alfred's exposed skin, tinting the sun kissed skin a faint dusty rose. He pulled his hood tighter over his head, pulling on the strings to secure it and tied a loose knot. He heard his converse smacking carelessly on the damp concrete as he slowly walked along it, he shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his sweater. His right hand unconsciously clasped onto a slender stick, his fingers slowly ran along the surface of it. Anxiety crawled up his throat as it bubbled angrily inside of his stomach, how could he be so careless?!
It was only supposed to be one night, just one night of freedom. One amazing night...
-FLASHBACK-
"F-Fredka I-I've never done th-this before!" The Russian stuttered cutely, his face burning a bright red as he desperately hid his face behind his ever present cremé scarf. "I-I'm not sure I-I'll be very good at something l-like th-this!"
"Don't worry bro!" Alfred exclaimed happily as he straddled the Russian. He heard the other gulp audibly, the American forced himself not to laugh at the Russians nervousness. "I've never done anything like this with anyone either." The wheat blond watched the Russian with half lidded eyes lovingly, he chuckled lightly under his breath as the ashen blonds face flushed an even deeper red than before. "Besides I bet you'll be amazing, especially if you're packaging something this big Ivan." The American teased lightly as he ground his hips gently into the Russians.
Ivan gasped loudly, unprepared for the sudden action. "F-Fredka!"
Alfred gave the other a sweet kiss on the cheek as an apology. "Serious though you'll be fine, this'll be a good way to practice right?" The American ghosted his lips above the Russians mouth, this allowed Alfred to watch how the Russian would react to his actions. "I trust you Ivan."
Ivan gulped audibly once more, he opened his mouth then closed it rapidly. He continued his awkward mouth opening and closing for a few seconds longer until Alfred pressed a loving kiss to the Russians forehead. "A-Alfred." Ivan suddenly felt the strong urge to have those sweet lips pressed against his in a kiss. He needed to feel Alfred's beautiful pink lips against his, he cupped the Americans cheek and pulled Alfred towards him.
Alfred felt Ivan's slightly chilled hand against his warm cheek, before he could think much of it he felt the others cool lips colliding with his. A chill shot up and down crazily in Alfred's spine, he arched the small of his back like a pleased kitten getting pet.
'Ivan...'
-FLASHBACK END-
Alfred could feel his face beginning to heat up as he began to remember the many kisses the two shared together that night and the way those amazing slightly cold lips felt when colliding with his. The wheat blond unknowingly tightened his grips on the slender stick that lay patiently in his pocket. Alfred's eyes widened a fraction before pulling his hand out of the pocket quickly as if the slender stick shocked him.
'No. NO. NO!'
The sting of bile began to rise up at an alarming speed in Alfred's throat. With no warning Alfred rushed to the side of the road beside a tree and threw up the remains of his lunch, a Big Mac and large fries from McDonalds. "Ugh, tastes better going down than going up." The wheat blond groaned weakly, his hand was pushed up against the side of the tree for leverage to balance him. The rancid smell of vomit wafted in the air around him, he gagged slightly from the disgusting smell and quickly stepped away from the pile of vomit. He turned away from the throw up, he staggered slightly a little light headed from the event that just transpired. "Oh fuck."
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A/N: Ew :P Poor little Alfie though! I'm sorry to make you go through that my love bug Dx. So what'd you think brohas? Please Review it gives me a reason to write or PM me. So yes MPREG, I find it amusing and have always wanted to write an MPREG fic. Again Thank you if you made it this far, REVIEW PLEASE!
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