DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HETALIA.
Home Alone with Vanya
It was a sunny Sunday morning and all was well, except for one house hold.
"Maddy you must be joking." Ivan said as he grabbed his wife's arm.
"No Ivan, now you might as well face it! I will be back in a week, call me if there is any problem." She kissed him on the cheek then on lips and then she crouched down kissed the miniature copy of Ivan and patted his head.
"Now John, be good for daddy ok? Oh and take care of Mister Kumajimi ok. Mommy will be back in a week. Love you." And with that Maddy shut the door and left her awkward 7 years old son with her... well her loving and kind husband... Ivan.
"So... " Ivan turned to his son. When he received the request from his beloved wife to take a week of work he was thinking that she was planning a type of vacation for them. He certainly did not expect to be assign as a baby sitter for week. Turns out Maddy had to go down to the U.S to support her sister, Ally at the last week of her pregnancy. Don't take this the wrong way. Ivan loved his son... he just never really spent much time with him. Being busy with his business both here in Canada and Russia did not give him much time for Father-son bonding.
Of course being married to the woman he did. The shy and sneaky Madeline he now has a week's worth of bonding time with John. His miniature clone save for the glasses something he inherited form his mother. They had well off and would have been able to hire a nanny but Maddy had been repulsed by the idea saying "John has a mother and a father and that is enough. He will never have a need for a nanny! Over my dead body!" and with that Ivan knew there was no getting away from his duty.
"Um so are you hungry...?"
John gave Mr. Kumajirou a tight squeeze and nodded.
"Ok... let's go cook something then." With that Ivan shakily offered his hand to his son and when John took hold of his hand Ivan felt that this week won't be so bad.
30 MINUTES LATER
Ivan looked around the once spotless kitchen table and the maple syrup and paper towel covered John. They were in the middle of eating the pancake they had made (which of course did not taste anything like Maddy's.) when the phone rang, so of course Ivan went to answer it. After threatening the telemarketer he went back to the kitchen and saw the big blobby mess that was his son.
"What happened here?" Ivan didn't mean to sound mad but apparently he did and John flinched back.
"I-I was trying to p-put more m-map-ple on and I-I *hic* didn't mean to I-" and with that the little boy broke down into tears.
Ivan was frozen on the spot. He didn't know what had just happened. One minute he was talking to an annoying telemarketer the next he had a blubbering seven years old.
John quickly got down his seat and ran to Ivan clinging on to his leg.
"Please *hic*don't be mad at me! I sorry daddy!"
Ivan plucked out his son from his leg and pulled him up so the kid was facing him but was an arm's length away. He looked over John's face. It filled with maple syrup, pieces of paper towel, tear stained and well, covered in snot.
The room was silent for the pass minute except for the sniffles and hiccups coming from the small boy.
Finally Ivan found his voice and said.
"I'm not mad."
"You aren't?" the boy managed to say and titled his head to the side.
"That's right, but how did this happened?" Ivan asked still keeping his son an arm's length away. John pointed to Mr. Kumajirou who was sitting on the table covered in maple syrup.
"Mr. Kumajirou said he wanted more maple syrup on pancakes so I tried to put more but the maple was heavy and it slipped and spilled and then Mr. Kumajirou said you don't like messy kids so I tried to clean up but then the paper towel was being very mean and complicated and it attacked me and then-"Before John could continue he Ivan started to walk towards the washroom.
"Ok, ok I get it." Ivan gave his son a smile. I wasn't the usual smile he would give people like his employees. I was the kind of smile he would give Maddy when she does something clumsy.
"You do? You're not mad? You don't hate messy boy?" he chuckled and put his son down in the tub and crouched down so he was eye level with him.
"Da. I do and no I am not and no I don't hate messy boys but I just don't like them so you will have to get cleaned up." Ivan turned on the shower.
Three hours later.
Ivan was now sitting on the couch with his son watching some show about a squirrel... after cleaning up the kitchen table, putting Mr. Kumajirou in the wash while convincing John that the bear would enjoy being clean again and that it would not be lonely or drown while in the wash and then taking a shower himself.
In the past few hours he had spent with his son he had found out that.
One- don't live John with a giant pitcher of maple syrup (and tell Maddy to buy a smaller for John).
Two- check the temperature of the water before turning on the shower if you don't want a sticky kid suddenly latching on to you covering you with maple stickiness.
three- don't ever putting Mr. Kumajirou in the wash don't tell John in order to avoid being called a" Mr. Kumajirou murderer".
"Daddy what's for lunch?" he looked at his son.
"What would you want?"
"Pancake!" John said with a smile.
NEXT CHAPTER: JOHN GOES TO SCHOOL.
John's whole name is John Pierre Braginsky
John English equivalent to Ivan.