Alfred looked down at the cook book he was currently reading, more like taking advice from. A frying pan held loosely in his hand with an egg in the other. He was trying to make some Russian breakfast but everything looked to hard to make, especially this early in the morning. He wanted to surprise Vanya since he was the one who usually cooked breakfast, being an early riser, which the young American thought odd, or rather annoying since he liked to sleep in late.
Alfred furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the page. After another few moments he gave up and just went with what he knew the Russian liked, that he could actually make. It was something Alfred could make blindfolded if needed. Omelettes. He had just cracked a few eggs into a bowl and was about to add seasonings too it when he heard movement from above. He frowned softly and looked at the clock, knowing it was a Itouch/I too early for Ivan to be moving around. He didn't care what day it was, Ivan was always up at 8AM, no later or sooner.
The American continued to look up at the ceiling, wondering why, at 7:25AM, the Russian would be up and out of bed. He didn't have to wait and ponder the question for long, because the movement turned frantic as footsteps headed towards the bathroom. A loud bang could be heard from the first floor, making the blond's frown deepen.
He abandoned his omelette making, moving up the stairs and heading to the master bathroom, concern and worry eating at him. As he reached the top of the stairs, the faintest sounds of vomiting could be heard. The sound coming from the bathroom didn't put his mind at ease as he slowly walked towards the door. He hesitated only a moment before he reached a hand up and knocked on the door, listening for any other sound other than his Vanya being sick
"Ivan, Are you okay?" Alfred asked softly, eyes darting around worriedly since he couldn't see the other. After a moment without an answer, he slowly turned the knob and pushed open the door. What he saw only furthered his concern for the other.
The large Russian male was sitting shirtless with his back to the wall, having abandoned his shirt the night before. He had his black PJ covered legs pulled up to his chest with his arms wrapped loosely around them. Alfred noticed instantly that the other was shaking, despite his efforts to hide it.
Alfred frowned heavily before he walked over to the larger male and kneeling down. he gently ran his fingers through the ashen blond's hair, slowly pushing the sweaty strands back and away from his violet eyes. "Ivan.." He mumbled softly as he looked at the other with a worried gaze.
The older male slowly lifted his head, a faint pink dusted his cheeks. His glazed eyes slowly looked up at Alfred with confusion and haziness before he slowly realized who was in front of him and where he was. "A-Alfred? Y-you're not..Not supposed to be up this early." He sounded hoarse and uncertain. Alfred didn't know if that was from how early it was and just throwing up or from something else.
Alfred nodded slowly and gently ran his fingers through the Russian's hair, watching as he closed his eyes and lended into the blond's hand. "Ya, I wanted to surprise you by making breakfast for once. But seems like I get to look out for you instead." He offered a small smile as he ran his thumb over the others pale cheek, which had lost even more color after Ivan's flush had died down.
Ivan cracked his eyes, cheek still resting in the others hand. "Nyet.. I'll be fine in a few moments. Don't worry about me Alfred." He tried to offer a small smile, but it didn't convince the younger country. Instead it made his conviction to care for the other stronger. "Nope! I'm going to take you to bed and make sure you rest. I don't want you to make yourself worse." He said with one of his charismatic grins before hopped up to his feet.
Ivan watched him, about to protest again before he was easily scooped up in the smaller male's arms. Ivan let out a small gasp as he was lifted up easily, his arms going around the boy's neck in fear he might be dropped. He turned and gave Alfred a pointed look and opened his mouth but was cut off. "I know what you're going to say 'I can walk on my own, so you don't have to carry me.' And I don't care. Like I said before. I'm not letting you overwork yourself anymore then you need to. That includes walking." He grinned at the slightly ticked off Russian as he walked to their shared bedroom.
Ivan just let a low sigh pass from his lips before he rested his chin on Alfred's shoulder. He didn't mind being carried, well actually he did cause he could, in fact, walked. He didn't like the fact he felt like he Needed to be carried. The weakness in his knees as he stood, or the shake in his legs as he went to take a step always made him nervous the past week. Though he hadn't been brave enough to tell his, ever eager to help, boyfriend what was going on. He didn't know if it was because he doesn't want to bother him, or be bothered. Though he doubted Alfred would have bothered him much, with how he was acting now. So he figured it was his own fear of being bothersome to the other that kept him quiet.
Alfred gently placed Ivan on the bed once they made it to their room. After making sure Ivan was comfy he himself crawled into bed and laid next to the large Russian, watching as he laid with his eyes closed and tried to relax against the bed. Alfred watched him for a moment before gently reaching his hand up and running it through the ashen colored hair, pushing the damp strands away from Ivan's forehead. His hand lingered on the others' forehead, trying to see if he felt hotter than normal.
Ivan slowly opened his eyes at the touch to his hair and forehead, already knowing Alfred was trying to see if he had a fever. Ivan let out a soft, barely there chuckle before he rolled onto his side. He gently grabbed Alfred and pulled him up enough so he could wrap his arms around his waist and nuzzle his cheek against his torso. Ivan sighed in content as he relaxed with the other in his arms. He felt the other chuckle more than he heard him, and hummed softly as he once again felt Alfred's fingers running through his hair.
Alfred looked down at the Russian, finding it cute when Ivan wanted to hold him like this. But Alfred knew there was a few reasons he did this: either he was upset over something or feeling sick. Alfred sighed softly as he continued to play with the others soft hair, twirling it in his fingers as he watched the other slowly fall asleep.
Alfred pulled a blanket over them, having forgotten about his omelette making, and wrapped his arms around the sleeping male in front of him. He placed a soft kiss to his hair before he closed his eyes, resting his cheek on the pillow as he kept his arms around the other protectively. It didn't take long for Alfred to fall asleep with Ivan pressed against him comfortably.
~~~~~~~~~time break~~~~~~~~
Alfred shifted slightly, slowly opening bright blue eyes to glance around the sunlight filled room. He yawned and stretched, or tried to. He looked down and smiled at seeing the still sleeping Russian wrapped around him. He chuckled and lend down, gently kissing the others forehead softly before he started to slowly pull the others arms off of himself. Once he got free he stood up and stretched, letting out a small grunt as his back popped multiple times. He glanced back at Ivan and smiled, the Russian moved once Alfred had gotten up, grabbing a pillow to hug since the body he was hugging had left.
Alfred made his way downstairs, cringing as he saw the bowl he had left out. Luckily he remembered to put the eggs back in the fridge. He sighed and began to clean up the mess he left out, turning his nose up at the smell. After that was done he got the eggs back out and started on making a belated breakfast, figuring his boyfriend would want to eat after taking a nap.
He hummed happily as he went about cooking, cracking the eggs and adding the seasoning, though not as much so it wouldn't upset Ivan's stomach again. After he was done with them he put them on the table and got out so Oj, no breakfast was complete with out Orange juice! Once everything was ready he went upstairs, going into their room and headed to the bed where he left the sleeping male.
Alfred chuckled at what greeted him, Ivan was still asleep but had the pillow completely smushed in his hold, face buried in the top as he curled up to it. Alfred shook his head and walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, running his fingers gently through his hair he placed a kiss on his shoulder. "Ivan. It's time to wake up big guy. I got breakfast all ready." He said softly, smiling as the other shifted and groaned softly at being woken up.
Alfred kissed Ivan's ear before he stood up, looking down at the violet eyes and smiled happily. "Come on. Getup. You can't go all day without eating anything." He nudged him gently, though he smirked and ran a finger down his side. "Or I can do something else to get you up." He purred lowly. Ivan squirmed st the touch, snorting before he covered his side and gave Alfred a pointed look. "Nyet! Im up." He huffed softly before he slowly sat up, putting the pillow back where it went. He turned and blinked as lips landed on his cheek. He looked at Alfred as the blond chuckled and kissed his nose softly. "Come on, foods getting cold." He said as he grabbed Ivan's larger hand and gently pulled him up.
Ivan rolled his eyes as he was pulled up, but let Alfred lead him to the kitchen. He pauses as he smelt the omelette in the air and smiled slightly. "At at lest you can make a omelet. Da?" The blond huffed at him and pokes his ribs, getting a stifled laugh from the action. "I can cook more then this! You just get up way to early to let me." He complained as he walked over to his side of the table and sat down.
Ivan chuckled before he sat down also, grabbing the orange juice first and sipped it. Alfred watched him as he started to eat, still cautious since he throw up this morning. The blond watched as Ivan picked up his fork and began to eat the omelette, though paused after a moment when he felt eyes watching him. He glanced up and noticed the blue eyes watching him like a eagle which caused him to frown softly. "Alfred. I'm fine. Really." He offered a reassuring smile as he reached out and grabbed the others free hand. Alfred sighed and held onto Ivan's hand, squeezing it gently and looked at him. "Now, but what if it happens again? Or it has and you haven't told me?" He narrowed his eyes at the Russian.
Ivan blinked before he glanced to the side, not being able to look the other in the eyes. "Nyet. This is the first time this has happened Alfred." He lied, though even he knew it was a horrible lie. Alfred blinked before he shook his head and brought Ivan's hand up, kissing the knuckled and bringing the others attention back to himself. "I'm not mad Ivan. I'm just worried about you. At lest let me help you even if you don't want to get checked out." He looked at Ivan with pleading eyes, which causes him to sigh and nod slowly, looking at their hands. "Da, I will remember this Alfred. I will call you next time." He offered a small smile as he squeezed Alfred's hand gently.
Alfred nodded and kissed his hand again. "Good, cause I don't want you to go through that alone anymore." He gave Ivan a small smile before he let his hand go so they could finish their meal. Alfred stood up and grabbed the plates, putting them in the sink before he started to clean up, again. He heard the chair move back as Ivan stood up but he didn't look back to see where he was going. Alfred soon found out as he felt arms wrap around his waist and a chin rest on his shoulder. "Spasibo Alfred." He heard the Russian mumble softly before a kiss was placed on his cheek.
Alfred smiled before he turned his head and kissed Alfred softly on the lips. "Of course Vanya. Anything for you." He friend at him before he turned back to the sink to continue his task at hand. Ivan stayed where he was, arms wrapped around the blond's waist and chin on his shoulder. Soon he closed his eyes, feeling oddly relaxed as he listened to Alfred hum as he cleaned the kitchen.
Once the blond was done he dried his hands off and gently patted the pale hands on his waist. "Alright, how about we move to the couch? At lest there we can get comfy." He chuckled before he turned his head to look at Ivan, noticing how relaxed he looked at the moment. He smiled before he gently nuzzled his cheek and pried his hands off, something the male complained with, and pulled him into the living room. Once there he gently sat the Russian down before sitting down also. He shifted to get side ways and comfy on the couch before he opened his arms to the Russian.
Ivan blinked as he was pulled into the living room, having been content to stay where he was. But as he was sat down on the couch and Alfred sat down beside him, moving so he was sitting side ways with his back to the armrest and his arms opened, he changed his opinion on being moved. He shifted over to the blond before laying slightly on him, wrapping his arms around his waist and laid his head on the blond's chest. He sighed contently as he listened to the blond's heart beat, feeling gently fingers running through his hair as he relaxed against the smaller male.
Alfred held in a chuckled and smiled instead, playing with the hair on Ivan's hair as he watched him. "You are being very cuddly, more so then usual. This must have you feeling bad." He added the last bit seriously, watching him closely as his hand move to rest on the pale neck. Ivan just sighed and opened his eyes, looking up at Alfred from his spot in his arms. "Not so much...Bad. Just. Off." He looked off to the side as he pressed his cheek to the others chest as he tried to find the right words. "It's hard to explain.." He mumbled as he put his chin on Alfred's chest so he could look at him better.
Alfred looked down at him, sighing before he gently ran a thumb over his cheek and gave a small smile. "You know, I want to drag you to someone to have them look you over, but I know how you dislike to be checked out by people." He felt Ivan nod before he lend into Alfred's hand, eyes closed as he breathed evenly. Alfred kept his hand where it was, not wanting to bother Ivan with moving it, though he did lean down and kiss him gently on the forehead. "I love you, you know that right?" He said softly, watching as Ivan opened his eyes to look up at Alfred.
Ivan smiled softly and nuzzled his nose into Alfred's hand, giving a low hum before he nodded slowly. He kissed the blond's palm before he looked up at him. "Я люблю тебя." He said softly, letting his own language roll off his tongue as he closed his eyes and relaxed against Alfred. Said blond smiled at the words before he wrapped his arms around Ivan, tracing circles on his back as he kept him close. After a moment he grabbed a blanket and gently threw it over Ivan, glad it went over the others feet, before he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.
After a few moments of mindless channel flipping, Alfred settled on an old movie. He shifted down farther on the couch, markings the Russians hand lay against his shoulder more so then his chest. Alfred glanced over at the ashen colored blond and gave a small chuckle. Ivan had once again passed out on him, cheek squished up do to him using Alfred's shoulder as a pillow. His hair was slightly messy from Alfred and his desire to run his fingers through the soft strands.
Alfred, once again, started to play with the older's hair, making sure he didn't wake him up for any reason. He didn't know why he loved to run his fingers through Ivan's hair, maybe because of its color and softness? Or how it relaxed the larger male, even in the worst of situations. But either way, he would randomly run his fingers through his boyfriends hair and pull a happy and relaxed hum from his throat. Ivan only disliked if Alfred did it while he was working, but to his own credit he will only do this if he believed Ivan is stressing himself off, which just do happens to happen a lot lately.
After a few more minutes of playing with Ivan's hair and watching the action movie, if you could call it that, Alfred ended up slowly falling asleep. The movie having very little action or excitement and the Russian a comforting weight on his chest both lulled him to sleep. He fought it at first, wanting to be awake if Ivan needed him, but ended up giving in and falling asleep with his cheek pressed against Ivan's hair.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time skip to next day~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alfred shifted slightly as he slowly opened his eyes, a yawn escaping as he slowly started to stretch out on the couch. After a moment he looked down to see that Ivan was no longer asleep on him, and that the blanket was tucked around him and his glasses where currently laying on the coffee table next to the couch. He frowned softly before he sat up, rubbing a hand over his face slowly to wake himself up the rest of the way and grabbed his glasses to put them back on. He glanced around the room before he heard noises in the kitchen and stood up to investigate them.
The blond walked into the kitchen and looked around, his bright blue eyes instantly landing on the tall Russian standing in front of the stove cooking. Alfred rolled his eyes before he walked over to him and wrapped his arms around the taller's waist, resting his chin on his shoulder as he watched what his hands where doing. "Good morning." He chirped softly, reaching up to place a kiss on Ivan's cheek and was rewarded with a smile and low hum. "Da, good morning Alfred." He looked at him and kissed him on the cheek. The blond smiled at the kiss before he turned back to watch him, though after a moment he couldn't help but to ask. "How's you're stomach?"
The blond felt the Russian shift slightly before he sighed, Ivan had hoped the younger country wouldn't ask but knew he would anyway. He glanced at the blond as his bright blue eyes watched his hands, waiting patiently for an answer, when one didn't come right away he looked up at Ivan with a touch of worry in though blue pools. Ivan looked down before he could see his own eyes, shifting slightly in his feet before he finally answered the blond. "It is.. still bothering me. But I am fine for now Alfred." He glanced at the smaller of the two and gave a small smile.
The smile didn't easy the American, only caused him to frown softly as he placed his hands over the ashen blond's stomach and kept himself pressed against his back. "Ivan. Did you throw up again?" He watched him closely, looking for and signs that the other would lie. Ivan paused at the question and the hands, looking off to the side as he felt the others gave at him intently. After a long pause Ivan finally nodded and looked down at what he was doing. "Da.. but it wasn't as bad as the last time." He quickly tried to lie, though flinched as he felt the other tighten his arms before they loosened. Nimble hands gently rubbed around the Russians stomach in circles as the American stared at his larger boyfriend. "Ivan...you told me you would come get me. No matter what time or how bad it is."
Ivan sighed before he turned off the stove before he lend back against Alfred, usually he would have been skeptical of his size and weight, but he knew Alfred could handle it better then anyway, having proved it time and time again. Ivan closed his eyes as he felt a soft kiss be placed to his temple and a hand rubbing the back of his neck gently, causing him to shiver slightly. "Da. I know. But I didn't want to wake you." He opened his eyes and turned to face the other, leaning against the counter as he watched Alfred's face. The blond didn't look mad, or upset, just very worried for his cold natured lover. The American reached up and cupped his cheeks and gave a small grin to his boyfriend. "Come on Vanya. I would have been fine. It's you we should be worried about. 'Cause when was the last time you where sick? Every?" He tilted his head to the side as he watched the older shake his head to his question. "Not that I can remember. At lest, not since I was young."
Alfred nodded as to confirm what he heard. "See? So being sick isn't normal for you, at lest not without a good reason. Maybe we should get you checked out..." He trailed off at seeing Ivan shake his head quickly, pulling his head away from the blond's hands to look off to the side. "Nyet, I don't want anyone to look at me." Alfred watched him, instantly noticing the slight fear in the violet eyes. He smiled softly and gently pulled the others face towards himself, watching as those fearful eyes looked down at him. "Ivan, I won't let them hurt you, you know this. I won't leave you're side until we leave. Okay?" He promised the older country, knowing his dislike of doctors and hospitals.
Ivan looked him in the eye before he nodded slowly, closing his eyes and pressing his cheek into Alfred's hand. "Da, I trust you." He didn't see the happy or relieved grin that came to Alfred's face, though he did feel a pair of lips as the younger kissed him. Ivan blinked before he closed his eyes and kissed the energetic blond back, this was one of the many things he loved about Alfred, his energy and warmth, something the Russia was lacking in Alfred pulled back after a moment and just smiled at Ivan. "Thank you." He nuzzled his cheek happily before he reached behind the other, grabbing the cooling food before the other had time to say anything.
Alfred turned with a grin and moved to the table to get it set up, leaving Ivan to look confused for a moment. Once he shook himself of his confusion he moved to help the blond who was putting food on plates. Ivan grabbed the utensils and cup as Alfred grabbed the oj. Once everything was set up they both sat down and ate in relatively silence, though Alfred kept glancing at the Russian to the point the other paused and looked at him. "We can set up the appointment if it will make you stop watching me like I'm going to drop dead at any moment." He dead punned, though Alfred just watched him with wide eyes before he nodded. After the blond quickly finished his meal and cleaned up he ran off for his phone, leaving Ivan to watch him while he ate at a slower pace and sighed helplessly
Alright! Figured this was as good as any time to stop. So here it is! The new start to Russian Rose, let me know what you think, and thank you all for the review.
And I'm still sorry for dropping dead this whole time. Life is horrible when it gets you in its claws.
Slrry for any mistakes and such.