I Want to Have Your Children!
Description: Ivan and Alfred have reached a critical point in their relationship when Alfred's attitude toward Ivan seems to take an abrupt change for the worse. Ivan becomes concerned, wondering what exactly he did to cause Alfred's strange behavior.
Rating: T Genre: Romance/angst/humor Pairings: Russia/America
Warning: Excessive fluff to the point your eyes might bleed. (not really)
Resa: Hey readers, this story is the prize for xXSerXx for guessing who wrote which part in Past the Drugs and Shitty Ideals. It's based off of the prompt they gave us and it was going to be a one shot, but we couldn't make it that short. :) So here is the beginning~ Congratulations xXSerXx!
Alfred slurped on his shake, leaning against the person sitting next to him at the restaurant (aka, McDonalds) happily, "I still can't believe that the theory of robots was invented by a Russian. It's such an American idea!" He said, sighing slightly, he still didn't know if he believed it, but after getting over the initial shock he supposed it showed that their countries people weren't too different from his own. Well, not as much as he had thought anyway.
It was still weird thinking about it sometimes.
Ivan smiled, running a hand through Alfred's hair and taking a swig of vodka. He wasn't totally averse to all soda but Alfred kept giggling whenever he bought a coke, saying something about the coke commercial in his head... So he'd stopped drinking it. He stole one of Alfred's fries and smiled at the blonde as he blathered away, "Well people in my country are just as fascinated by technology as your people Alfred." They were in fact the first people to ever get anything into space, but he wouldn't rub sputnik in Alfred's face again, it would ruin put a dark spot on the rest of the day. He shrugged, "Isaac Asimov was just one of them."
"No, he was one of the most American Russians ever. Because yes, that makes sense, don't question it." Because most would, especially Ivan. He knew Ivan's people were into technology, who wasn't? But they didn't have a Cold War for nothing, it was because they were the best. Though he had kind of hated Ivan then, he didn't so much anymore. Still, such thoughts were dangerous, not because he hated Ivan still, not at all. In fact he knew he cared for the other, but feelings were complicated, so he ignored them, it was best to do that, "And don't steal all the fries, share!" Alfred said, having been distracted by his shake.
"Because you haven't already eaten enough for you plus one." Ivan teased, stealing another one of Alfred's fries and appraising the blonde who found the need to call everything he liked American. At one point at the beginning of their relationship he had even tried calling Ivan American, but that was an argument America could not win. His little blonde was American enough for the both of them, being the embodiment of the country itself.
Pouting, blue eyes becoming hurt, "Did you just say I was eating for two? Bastard, I'm not fat enough to be pregnant!" Cause he wasn't even fat, let alone that fat. Jerk. ...right? Ivan usually didn't lie though...what if it was true? Oh god, he had to go to the gym more often!
The Russian pulled his lover even closer to him than he already was, so that the man was sitting nearly in his lap. Upset that he'd hurt his boyfriend, while at the same time strangely enamoured with the thought of Alfred becoming pregnant. Perhaps one day with the right science... But right now he had to fix the damage done by his comment. "Alfred, I was merely teasing. Your metabolism does quite well in keeping you free of fat, you should know that. All I said was that you eat a lot."
"I guess." He muttered, blushing a bit at the close hug in a public place, not that he minded so much since it was Ivan and all. He would still need to go to the gym more often even with the slight comfort his Russian was trying to provide.
"No guesses." Ivan replied sternly. "I am certain that you are absolutely lovely by every means of the word. I have seen you naked Alfred, I would tell you if you were fat."
"D-don't say that sort of thing in public!" That was embarrassing, at least he didn't have to worry about waiters/waitress' in McD's. But he smiled a bit and leaned into the other, hoping he wasn't just saying that, "Okay." He would believe him this time.
Russia kissed America on the cheek, happy to see his lover was actually listening to him. It was Alfred's confidence and certainty in himself that had attracted Ivan to the man, but they had not dated long before he had found that soft vulnerable side of the American that he once would have been so eager to exploit. He hated to see Alfred second guess himself, to see him feel so insecure in his own body, a body that was nearly perfect in Ivan's opinion. But the blonde's own media left him trying to live up to standards he couldn't meet, inventing flaws that weren't there and overdramatizing the few that actually were. He turned Alfred's face to his, touching their lips together for a moment, "Good."
Smiling a bit, he leaned up to return the soft peck to the taller man's lips. Even if it was a bit silly and even if they were in public, he was happy that Ivan had said it, because it did comfort him a lot quicker than anything else would. It was one of the things he loved about Ivan in all reality. He pulled back a bit, blinking at the thought. Something finally clicked into place, love. He loved Ivan Braginski. And his commitment issues flew into a panic at the very acceptance.
"Get a room Faggots!" Somebody passing by said right then. Alfred's rage built and he turned to look at one of his citizens, pulling away from Ivan.
"Shut it assholes!" But they continued walking away unaffected, causing the blonde to pout.
Ivan, seeing the man he'd just managed to make happy pouting once more, turned, glaring at the idiot who'd dared to spoil their good mood. To passerby's it seemed that the large man had been shrouded in a dark purple aura that could inspire suicide and bring demons in search of the dark power resonating from him. His glare was felt by the men who'd chosen to insult Ivan, and worse, his lover. It was as though daggers had penetrated their flesh, targeting their hearts, to cause a spreading pain that had them fearing a heart attack. First one man turned, soon followed by his buddies, all clutching their chests faces contorted in real physical pain. They spotted the cause of their discomfort and stumbled backward, a dreadful fear overpowering their bodies as they fell on their asses in their panic to add a little more space between themselves and the violet eyed man with the aura of a mass murderer.
Completely oblivious to the panic or Ivan's scowl as he turned back to the french fries, smile back in place as his mood took a quick turn once again, munching on one of them, "Oh well, haters gonna hate, right Ivan?" He asked, looking at the other and noticing the dark look, "Hey, you okay? What's wrong?"
Ivan turned back to Alfred, mind-crushingly terrifying aura disappearing in a blink, face lighting up, as though becoming infused with Alfred's good mood. "Nothing," He replied with a little smile, feeling the presence of one of the men coming up behind him. "I just don't appreciate people like that."
"I guess, but that's haters for ya." Alfred said, shrugging, it was pretty much a part of life anyway. He noticed the movement and looked behind him to see the guy who had made the offensive comment coming up to them, "They usually don't come back though..." He said uncertainly, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
The man approached Alfred, wringing his hands nervously and glancing over at Ivan before returning his gaze to Alfred. "Uh, hey man... I just wanted to apologize and ummm... tell you I'm sorry for being a jerk a moment ago." He glanced over at Ivan once more, "I'm just kinda in a bad mood today."
"Huh?" Alfred asked, blinking in surprise, but then smiling, "Yeah man, thanks for apologizing!" He gave the other a thumbs up, because it was harder to apologize than to insult somebody, so he kind of admired the other now, "We all have bad days, s'cool, hope it gets better!"
Out of the corner of his eyes the man noticed Ivan give a small, barely noticeable nod and felt the iron weight clutching his heart disappear. He looked to Alfred, so relieved that he was nearly crying, "Thanks man. It already has."
"Ah, that's nice of you to say." So it was true, apologizing made one feel better, he'd have to try it more often himself then, "I'll see you around then!" The man sighed, nodding before leaving as quickly as possible, followed by his band of frightened friends and some of the customers who had witnessed the event, "Huh, he seems nicer then I had thought...wait, does this place seem emptier to you or is just me?" He pondered, "Maybe lunch hour is over or something." Even though it was Sunday.
Ivan smiled innocently clueless, "I don't think so, maybe a large group of people left one of the tables."
"Yeah, that's probably it." It did make a lot of sense, finishing the fries he sighed, standing up and stretching a bit, "Come on, lets go elsewhere." Alfred said, smiling blissfully.
The larger man obeyed, standing to follow Alfred, arm looping around the American's waist. "Where would you like to go? Home? The park? My place? The moon?"
The blonde opened his mouth, leaning against Ivan before his face fell into a strange look. Wait, if he loved Ivan he should tell him before they did any cuddling or had sex now that he knew. Because Ivan should know and stuff, since it did have to do with him, and it didn't feel right to keep it while Ivan hugged him.
Moving out of Ivan's arms casually, "A park sounds amazing!" Alfred said, nodding in agreement with himself. He'd have to tell Ivan, but it didn't seem right in McDonald's. Ivan didn't even like the fast-food chain that much, mostly just came when Alfred insisted. So, elsewhere. Then again, if he told Ivan he loved him then wouldn't that mean he was sort of more committed? And that meant less freedom, right? Hm, he'd think about it on the way to the park he supposed.
They walked out the door into the bright day, heading for the large park east of them where the river flowed into a bright circle of sparkling water. Ivan clasping Alfred's hand and reveling in the warmth of their surrounding and the company. Content to walk in silence with his counterpart.
Hesitating a moment, holding hands was alright, yes? ...no, he felt guilty. He knew he shouldn't, but he'd just have to tell Ivan and then he could hug and kiss the other whenever he wanted! Nodding at the motivation to tell the taller man, he wiggled his hand out of the other and stuck them in his pockets, hoping Russia wouldn't notice.
Ivan frowned a little at the loss of contact, but thought of the stranger's comment the last time they'd shown public signs of affection and shrugged it off as being a way to avoid more unpleasantness.
Okay, so how to say it? Alfred saw a bench in the shade, it wasn't covered in bird poop either. That seemed a good spot, "Ah, Ivan, let's sit there!" He said, pointing at the spot deemed worthy enough. If only there was a place where they had first met or something. As sappy as it sounded, Alfred was kind of a romantic at heart. Still, considering he didn't even remember where he first met Ivan, somewhere in Washington probably before he was even a nation yet. So that option was out of it.
Ivan sat on the bench, his vodka still in hand as he reclined against the wood, admiring the beauty of America's land. The bright day highlighted the many colors of the plants surrounding them as people played in the water and walked over the paths of the park.
Alfred sat on the bench next to his lover happily, legs moving under the wood in the constant restlessness they had even when he was too lazy to even move a foot. He looked at Ivan, watching the other for a moment. Sure he was sort of nervous, but he was sure that when he told the Russian it would be okay. He opened his mouth.
Russia watched Alfred expectantly, it seemed he needed to say something, as his mouth was opening and closing like that of a goldfish, but nothing was coming out. Ivan had seen it happen before, when Alfred was over thinking something and trying to find the right way to say it, but normally by now he would have blurted out something incomprehensible and be trying once more to say what he meant.
His mouth closed however, instead just staring like a deer caught in the headlights as Ivan watched him. He just didn't know how to say it. Why is it whenever he had something really important to say he could never say it? Oh, maybe try saying it in a different way, "I like hamburgers, even if they come from innocent cows." . . . failed. Alfred let his head drop into the palm of his hand.
Oh! There it was! the nonsense rambling had begun. He wondered when he'd get to hear what Alfred really wanted to say. "Umm. Well, at least the cows are put to good use Alfred."
"That is so true!" Alfred said, looking uncertain about what to say next, but at least Ivan knew what to say to cheer him up a bit, "Okay so..." Have to come up with another way to say it, "Oh, there's jam and bee-charmers, no wait..." He rested his hand on his chin thoughtfully, furrowing his eyebrows. He was pretty sure that all the movies he had ever watched were messing with his mind whenever he needed to make an analogy to something, "Phillip Morris!" He said triumphantly, sighing, that was an amazing movie.
"Alfred." Ivan pause, brow furrowing, "Are you trying to say something about gay lovers?" Because the last thing he'd said was the only thing that referenced anything he knew, America had made him watch the movie one night when he was PMSing. Because Alfred PMSed often and it seemed sappy romances were the only thing that could change his mood to something a little more pleasant.
The question ended with the result of Alfred staring at him, "H-how did-" Then again Ivan was kind of a mind reader. He shifted on the bench park, blushing a bit before nodding, "Yeah, sort of..."
The Russian chuckled, "If you can't get it out Alfred, you should pause, get your thoughts together and try again in a little while." He nodded to a bridge situated along the river, "Let's buy some bread and feed the ducks."
"Yes!" Alfred said, eyes practically sparkling at the thought. The ducks were always so cute, with the small little babies following behind and the family. Then how they would sometimes fight over the bread. There was nothing uncute about them, plus Ivan was right, best to plan more about how to say it. Then he wouldn't embarrass himself as much.
After purchasing two small loaves of bread Ivan led Alfred up to the top of the bridge, handing his lover one of the loaves and hanging over the railing. He broke off a couple chunks of bread fumbling as he tried to use it with the same hand that was holding his vodka bottle and spilling it over the tip of the loaf. Ignoring it, he threw the pieces in his hand out into the water.
"Um...Ivan?" Alfred asked as he threw in some himself, "You're not going to feed the ducks the alcoholic bread are you?" He could never tell with Ivan.
"Whyever not? This alcohol is made quite naturally." And it had never hurt him before.
"So? It might be funny to see them drunk, but it might kill them!" Alfred said, pouting a bit at his strange lover.
"Yes?" Ivan asked as though this shouldn't mean anything. "Were you worried about that when you did the thing with the Coke and the Squirrels?"
"Well...that was..." Alfred faltered, "If you never mention it again, you may feed the ducks the vodka bread then."
He laughed and broke off fome of the soggy end of the bread, tossing it to the waterbirds. "It is a deal."
Alfred smiled in victory before turning back to watch the ducks eating up the bread.
Ivan continued feeding the birds, waiting for a reaction though he was to be sadly disappointed as it appeared that no one bird ate enough of it for there to be any visible side effects. He had seen people get ducks drunk in other countries before when they were about to chop their heads off. A drunk duck was more tranquil when you needed the animal to stop fighting for it's life, so it had not been very entertaining. He had supposed that with more of the creatures around if one of the creatures became inebriated something more interesting would happen.
Oblivious to the slightly dark thoughts of his lover Alfred dropped some bread into the pond, watching the ducks eating, glad they didn't seem to be drowning because they were drunk on vodka. He tore off a piece of bread and ate some himself, wasn't fair if the ducks were the only ones to eat it, how he figured it. Though it would taste really good with butter melted on it. That sounded so good right now, if only there was a way for butter to be more portable so people could bring it along for stuff. Or just sell it in a bakery. Should be an option, when you buy bread, they should just ask 'would you like butter with that' just like McD's asked 'would you like to make that into a meal' it was the same concept! Wait, was there something he was suppose to be thinking about that was (somehow) more important?
Russia turned his gaze from the cute little ducklings quacking below to the even cuter American standing beside him, taking in how much more relaxed his boyfriend had gotten since the slightly awkward moment on the bench before they'd come up here. He was smiling as he nibbled on the bread he was sharing with the birds below, leaning so far over the railing that he was nearly on the other side of it. Ivan sidled in beside him to slide and arm around Alfred's waist. "Fredka?"
Alfred jumped a bit, grabbing onto the arm around him instinctively so he wouldn't fall over the edge. Moving back towards the safety of the bridge, he sat on the railing, turning to look at the taller man, "That's my name." Was Ivan already bored of the ducks? Oh wait, that's right, he was trying to think of ways to romantically confess his love. Erg, how could he forget? Well, might as well see what Ivan wanted, "What's up?"
Ivan leaned in, kissing Alfred on the lips and looking strangely vulnerable when he pulled away, cheeks tinged slightly pink as he blinked at his lover. "Alfred... I just wanted you to know..." He paused and smiled shyly as he placed another kiss on Alfred's lips. "I love you."
Alfred stared at Ivan, mouth agape for a moment and mind working hard to process what was just told to him. He felt like he was falling backwards really, it was really strange, he felt really happy though, but also a lot of other things. He was trying to figure everything out, but it seemed so scrambled and confused that he didn't seem to be able to get it. So when he hit the water beneath them, he was more than a little shocked, but it seemed like the wake up call he had needed, though not exactly welcome.
Ivan loved him. He had said he loved him, Alfred F. Jones, which yeah, tons of people loved him, but Ivan loved Alfred. That was amazing and yet...and yet...that bastard had read his mind and known what he was wanting to say! And it had been so sweet and cute and romantic~ No, wait, this was a challenge! Ivan had somehow known he was going to try confessing romantically and had gone over his head to do something amazing.
Well, he could do better, or he wasn't the United States of the most awesome country ever, America. This was a challenge from Ivan on who could confess the most romantically. B-but, that wasn't fair, Ivan should know how hard it was for him to confess! He didn't know how to do it and Ivan had done it and done a beautiful thing with the walk in the park, feeding ducks vodka bread and kissing him as he sat on the railing. It was just... so... he would find something that would beat that! He would.
All of these thoughts happened in about a couple seconds. Alfred didn't have many coherent thoughts, but when he did they usually moved quickly, especially when he thought of it as a challenge.
Alfred's fall was, surprising, to say the least. He had been balanced perfectly on the railing, no possibility of toppling over the railing and then he had- he had what? Fainted? It was a possibility even though the Russian had never seen his lover do such a thing before, and before Ivan could think to reach for him, he was falling into the water below. The ducks scattering frantically as America made a small wave on impact with the liquid. He watched as Alfred sank and then slowly floated upward once more before staying there, floating on his back with his eyes closed.
A small duckling approached Alfred, staring at him curiously before fleeing the scene once more before Ivan, minus his jacket, scarf, and shoes, landed in the water beside the blonde. Carefully treading water as he pulled Alfred into his arms and headed for the river bank.
Being pulled through the water, Alfred clung to the warm body. Why was the pond so freaking cold? Water should always be warm, like hot tubs, okay maybe not hot tubs, because it was kind of fun to sit in the hot tub then jump into the cool pool in hotels and stuff and let one's body go through the shock of it. Okay, all natural water should be as warm as Florida's coast during the summer damn it! Wait, who was dragging him? He looked up a bit, "O-oh, h-hey I-Ivan, i-i-isn't it cold?" And the bastard had saved him from freezing death at the hands of the evil pond. This was going to be hard to top off.
Ivan cradled Alfred in his arms as he stepped from the cold water watching him with loving concern as he headed across the bride, grabbing his stuff with one hand before adjusting his grip on Alfred and moving forward. "It is fine, I can handle it. Your country is not so cold as mine. How about you Alfred? Are you alright?"
"Y-yeah, I'm alright, just cold." Alfred muttered, blushing a bit in embarrassment. How could he fall into a pond? Stupid. Totally not cool or heroic. He coughed a bit to help clear his throat, words seeming to be stuck there, "Y-you didn't have to jump in like that you know." He muttered quietly, looking away and trying to ignore the fact he was being carried still. But it was so warm.
Ivan slipped into the small restroom provided by the park that was, thankfully, empty as the entered. He set Alfred down on the marble countertop and began to strip him, "Of course I did, I could not leave you there to get hypothermia."
He ignored the fact that he said Alfred's country was not too cold only moments ago, setting aside Alfred's sopping wet clothes and drying him as best as he could with paper towels provided by the park.
Alfred squirmed, moving away and pouting at mostly being naked in such a public place, "Nooooo, it's warm outside, I won't die. The water's just cold. Ivan!" This was way weird, "We could go home and get a towel maybe..." Even though it was forever away, the sun was warm, as long as the wind just stopped blowing even the light breeze it had.
Ivan shook his head, "It is fine, you do not like the cold so you should be warm da?"
He grabbed his jacket and slipped Alfred into the oversized coat, wrapping his scarf around the American's neck and even going so far as to put him into Ivan's own shoes and socks. "There, that should do until you have dry clothes to wear." Not to mention something about Alfred wearing his clothes satisfied a darker, much more possessive side of Ivan, but he wouldn't admit to that out loud unless they were in bed. He picked up Alfred's wet clothes and held them under one arm, "Where would you like to go now?
Twirling a length of what he knew was Ivan's precious scarf, he buried his nose into it. Of course it smelled just like Ivan did, and it was kind of warm, though parts of it stuck to him since he was still wet. He kind of liked wearing Ivan's clothes, they always made him feel safe and warm and reminded him of his lover. Not that he'd ever admit it in a thousand years to the other. Still, it just kept adding to the list of things that Ivan was doing that were so amazingly sweet and romantic. And Ivan loved him, he still had to figure that out. But that would come after he confessed his own love!
Then maybe they could figure it out together. But in the meantime, this day had to stop being so romantic, it was just making it harder for him to think of something better! But what could not be romantic? What was the least romantic thing ever? . . . . falling into a pond. Check, did that. Okay, well that hadn't worked. It seemed that Ivan could turn even the least romantic situations into just that. Lucky. Why couldn't he do that? Well, it didn't matter, he was going to try his hardest, give it his all! Oh wait, he had to answer the question, "Huh? Oh...um...I don't know, I don't want to fall into anymore ponds...and what about your shoes?" Ivan probably couldn't fit into his.
Ivan shook his head, pulling Alfred to his feet, "I will be fine. I have walked barefoot in Siberia during a snowstorm before. I'm sure I can manage a little dirt and asphalt."
Alfred stared blankly, "That's not comforting, in fact, that's the opposite of comforting!"
Russia chuckled, "Relax Alfred. I will be fine."
Alfred pouted a bit, "You shouldn't walk around barefoot though! It's not right!" He protested, crossing his arms over his chest in stubborn defiance.
"If I put my shoes on I am going to carry you home."
Alfred furrowed his eyebrows thinking. Carrying home was romantic, that was bad. But so was Ivan going barefoot, he would just have to sacrifice himself for Ivan's sake! "F-Fine, but I want a piggy back ride." Alfred said, nodding in agreement with himself, that solved both problems!
Ivan pulled off his shirt after he put his shoes on, moving his and Alfred's dripping things so that they wouldn't get Alfred wet as he kneeled in front of Alfred. "Alright then," he replied, "I'll carry you."
Alfred stared at the familiar muscular back almost longingly before shaking his head to clear it and blushing, moving so his arms around the others rarely exposed neck, legs moving around the other's waist, hiding his face into the crook of Ivan's neck and waiting for the other to carry him.
Ivan stood, walking out into the sunshine to feel the breeze on damp and soaked skin as he began heading for Alfred's house at a steady gait. The other nation was pressed comfortably into his skin and he was beyond happy he'd finally managed to tell Alfred how he felt, but... Somehow the blondes reaction didn't seem very reassuring. Perhaps it was just shock, or the public setting, those men in McDonald's may have made his lover antsy about PDA...
"You better not get a cold." Alfred muttered against the skin, trying to hide his blush. He hoped a lot of his people weren't around to see him. Cuddling with Ivan was one thing, but being carried? That was just...well, he refused to see anybody who might be there, eyes focusing on Ivan's skin before him. Still if Ivan got a cold because of him, he was going to flip out on Ivan...once the other was better of course. Still.
Ivan shook his head, "Nyet, a cold cannot best me. I will be fine." He cut across the street, swerving to avoid a moving car as he hopped up to the other sidewalk.
Hoping the other was right, he closed his eyes slightly, smiling where Ivan couldn't see. Despite a couple of things, it had actually been a nice day. He still needed to confess his love, but that could wait for tomorrow. And in the mean time, before he was allowed to walk on his own, he would enjoy Ivan carrying him for the moment, listening to cars driving by.
Ivan followed the sidewalk a few blocks down, past the McDonald's they'd eaten at before, turning here and there through traffic lights and red lights. It took nearly a half an hour and Alfred was asleep on Ivan's back when he made his way through the unlocked door (Which was slightly concerning, he hoped Alfred didn't always leave it open like this) and made his way to Alfred's room.
Alfred woke up slowly when the sounds he had fallen asleep too - the sounds of stepping and cars - became very dulled, showing a sign of the environment changing. Moving to try and figure out if it was something dangerous or something, "Who..." He muttered, blinking his eyes open a bit.
Ivan deposited Alfred on his bed and moved to grab his own suitcase placed in the corner of the room. "Pryviet sleeping beauty."
Alfred rubbed his eyes sleepily, rolling to his side to watch Ivan, "What? I thought we were outside...wait, where are we?" He asked, looking around a bit before smiling, "Oh my room, cool." He sighed, sitting up a bit.
Russia nodded, "You fell asleep on the way over." He slipped from his pants and grabbed a shirt from his suitcase. "So I brought you in."
The American watched Ivan change, blinking his eyes to try and get the sleep out of them as he continued slowly waking up, "Oh, m'kay."
Ivan turned when he was in dry clothes once more and went to sit on the edge of the bed next to Alfred, "You look good like that."
His eyes roamed Alfred's body, clad in only his scarf and his coat which had come open at some point to reveal a lot more of his lover than he'd ever be willing to let anyone else soon.
Having completely forgotten he was wearing Ivan's clothes until that moment, he looked down at himself, and seeing the coat open, blushed and pulled it back over himself so it was covering everything again, "I guess I should give you this stuff back and get dried off..."
The russian shook his head, "You don't need to, you've dried by now and I don't mind lending you my clothes."
Alfred smiled a bit, nodding. He did like wearing them...then again Ivan might be missing his scarf. Oh well, he'd give the clothes back eventually, he'd have too, they belonged to the tall Russian after all.
Ivan lay back against the pillows arm wrapping around Alfred's shoulders and eyes closing, "It is a pity I must leave tomorrow. But I will see you before the next meeting, da?"
The blond shifted a little, but it was okay for Ivan to sort of hug him? Especially if he was tired and that meant that he was just being naturally cuddly. Yes, that was alright, "Yeah of course you will!" He promised, he had to confess his love to Ivan sometime soon, but if it wasn't tomorrow - and really he needed more time to plan something spectacular - then he would need to see Ivan later, but definitely before the next meeting. He'd be ready!
Ivan lay there, watching Alfred as the blonde continued their conversation, transforming it into something somewhat one sided. But Ivan didn't mind, Alfred could talk enough for a dozen people and he was pretty tired anyway. His face pressed against the top of Alfred's hair as he began to drift off to sleep.
Alfred noticed Ivan asleep and stopped his talking a bit, looking at the other and smiling. He did have to carry him all the way here, so the big guy would be tired. Shifting slightly, he turned and cuddled into Ivan, closing his eyes to fade off to sleep too. It was always harder to sleep when he wasn't sleeping close to the Russian.
NekoKayia: I had fun writing Alfred's thoughts x3
ResaKeilor: They amused me, poor him, so fail at commitment.
NekoKayia: I know, he is. But he tried for Ivan 8D
ResaKeilor: He did, maybe soon he'll actually succeed. Hopefully.
NekoKayia: Pffffffft *laughs hysterically*
ResaKeilor: Are you planning something deviant?
NekoKayia: Who me? *bats eyelashes innocently* Why never. I'm the heroic America after all.
ResaKeilor: Suuuurrrre. And I'm Latvia.
NekoKayia: Really? 8D *huggles* how cute~
ResaKeilor: *Pouts* I am not cute. Go away.
NekoKayia: so cute~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ResaKeilor: *Sticks out tongue* Anyway, thank you peoples for reading, I'm leaving. And for the record I am not cute, take it from the person who sees her own face in the mirror everyday. *leaves*
NekoKayia: She is, take it from the person who sees her everyday. But thank you all for reading and hope you enjoyed~
