Here is chapter two, hope you enjoy.
Alfred's career came to me when I was watching Big Bang Theory (I love that show) and I let him have a job similar to one of the character's jobs. Ludwig's is just because I think he would be very good at designing buildings, I have a theory that he is good at details. And Ivan's is a writer because I love Russian literature and he could use writing as a way to voice his opinions and vent his anger.
Gilbert's and Arthur's job... well, that's just for shits and giggles since I love the idea of them working in a dirty store, one that is owned by (probably) Francis.
On with the fic!
He's Mine Bro!
Chapter Two: Alfred vs. Ivan, Round One
The next day Ludwig arrived at around nine in the morning. He had walked up to the apartment and knocked on the door, telling his three dogs to sit. There was silence from inside of the home until the locks on the door could be heard coming undone and the door opened. Alfred opened the door, yawning as he stood there in his boxers (that were American flag style) and his hair was everywhere.
"Who is it?" He asked, sounding tired and forgetting to put on his glasses, the person before him looked blurry.
"Ludwig."
Alfred blinked and rubbed his eyes real quick, taking his glasses off the top of his head and putting them on his face. "Oh! You're here early! Come in, come in! Let me go and get dressed real quick, I must looked horrible."
"It's fine, I'm use to seeing my bruder walk around in his boxers, this isn't any different." Ludwig spoke, stepping inside and removing his shoes once more. His three dogs trotted in and sat down, waiting for their master's command.
"You have dogs?"
Ludwig blushed lightly. "Uh, yeah, I did mention them before over the phone. Don't worry! They're really well behaved dogs and I can pay for them if there is a pet fee!"
The America just grinned. "That's fine, Ivan and I love dogs. I'll be back, I'm gonna get cleaned up real quick and I'll help you move in. Just have a seat and make yourself comfortable." With that, Alfred walked back to his room.
Ludwig watched him leave before he took a seat on the sofa, his dogs lying down to take a little nap. He looked around, seeing that everything was just as it was when he came over yesterday. He turned to look down the hall when he heard someone's door open. Ivan stepped into the hall, wearing sweat pants and a tank top that looked a little too tight for such a large man.
He yawned as he entered the kitchen, mumbling to himself in his native tongue as he started to make coffee. Ludwig watched as Ivan stood in the kitchen, letting the machine work until the larger man paused and turned, glancing over at Ludwig who gave a small wave. "Guten morgen?" He shrugged.
Ivan stared at him before grinning. "I expect that means 'good morning', well same to you comrade~!" He seemed rather awake now, if Ludwig was going to have this kind of effect on him then who needed coffee? "I'm guessing Alfred let you in, da?"
"Yes, he did."
"Hm, hopefully he was wearing pants this time. One time he answered the door in the nude after he got drunk and scared our landlord's little brother and sister."
The blond frowned at this, oh God if things were gonna be like that here then he might as well just move in with his brother. No, he wasn't going to do that, not when the bastard was always fucking his boyfriend at ungodly times and in places where Ludwig knew were not meant to have such activites happen in them. But that's what you get when your brother and his boyfriend love to drink and work at a sex store.
A moment later Alfred walked out, this time in jeans and a shirt that looked as if he had just picked it up off the floor. "Ah, Ivan, you're awake!" He grinned at his friend before going to the coffee maker to get himself a cup. "You want some Ludwig?"
"No, thank you, I had one on the way over." He stood up. "When would you like to help me unpack?"
"As soon as Big Bone here gets dressed. Can't have him spooking Toris again when his pants fall down. Dude, I swear, you have no idea what your clothing sizes is!"
"I do too know what my sizes are." Ivan frowned.
"Dude, you either get things in a size too small or a size too big! Look at what you're wearing! The tops too tight and the pants are slipping again!"
They bickered for a moment before they ended up just glaring at one another. Alfred sighed and turned back to his coffee while Ivan walked to his room to get into clean clothing. Ludwig had just watched them before rolling his eyes, was this really the best he could do right now?
Hopefully after the people that Ludwig's dealt with all of his life he would be able to handle these two idiots. He stood quietly, watching as Alfred looked about the kitchen, almost as if he didn't want to look at the German. "So... are you in school still or do you have a job?" Ludwig asked, trying to strike up a conversation to kill the silence.
Alfred blinked and grinned. "I'm out of school, though I work there. I'm in the space program at the university here, I control satellites and help with the ISS, or International Space Station." He took a drink of his coffee. "What about you, big guy? You working?"
"I'm an architect." He replied simply. Alfred cocked his head to the side, hmm, Ludwig did look like he could do that kinda work now that he thought about it.
"Cool!" He grinned just as Ivan came back in, wearing a shirt that was too big and a scarf around his throat. Actually, Ludwig had noticed that Ivan wore the scarf yesterday and when he had entered the room in his pjs. Weird. "Hey Ivan, tell Ludwig what you do for a living." Alfred smirked and Ivan rolled his eyes, blushing just barely.
"I am a writer, though most of my work is in my native Russian since I do not care for writing stories in English." The pale haired man stated, smiling a bit. Though he spoke English perfectly, he loved speaking Russian any chance he got, especially when he got the chance to piss Alfred off.
"Crazy gibberish, that's what that is." Alfred glared before turning to Ludwig. "So, let's get your stuff then."
"Okay, that's the last of it!" Alfred popped his back after he placed a box down on the floor. Ludwig had only a few boxes (but they were heavy as hell), a bed, desk, and dresser that he had brought in a truck. He told them that it was his brother's and that he would come by later to pick up the truck and return Ludwig's own car, that, or he'd have to return it himself since his brother had his car in return.
Ivan and Ludwig, who had just finished rebuilding the bed, glanced over at him. "Everything is back in order?" Ludwig asked. It seems that Feliciano, Ludwig's former roommate, hadn't taped the boxes like he was suppose to and caused some of the contents to pour out all over the bed of the truck. Alfred had been nice enough to clean it up and place the items into the boxes while Ivan insisted on helping Ludwig set up the room before the boxes were placed inside.
Actually, Ivan only wanted to help so he could be by the German with Alfred not near them. There had been a silent comptition between the two all morning, even when they brought the large furniture up the stairs and into Ludwig's room. Each wanted to help Ludwig carry something but the German told them that he could handle it, still they kept insisting.
The Russian frowned a little, now that Alfred had cleaned up the truck that meant that he was going to be bothering him and Ludwig, giving Ivan no alone time to sneak glances at the lovely looking man. And it didn't help that Ludwig had removed his shirt about ten minutes ago, revealing a toned chest hidden under a black tank top.
Mm, seeing that nice muscular form working on setting up the bed had made Ivan a little hot under the collar, he was tempted to remove his scarf but didn't. God Ivan felt like a love sick girl (or his creepy-as-hell little sister) because of this one guy who he hadn't even known for a day! And it seems that Alfred was the same, looking at Ludwig with such large eyes.
Ivan sent a cold look in Alfred's direction, watching as the boy shivered suddenly. Ludwig blinked at this. "You okay Alfred?"
"Y-yeah, just felt like my soul got hit by a snowball for some reason." He snapped the last few words in Ivan's direction, seeing the violet-eyed man make a smile that was just honey covered poison.
Ludwig frowned, confused. But that was normal to any outsider of Ivan and Alfred's relationship to one another, these boys could be at each others' throats, getting ready to kill at any moment but then you'd see them chatting and enjoying each others' company the next time you spotted them. Right now was one of those times, they were glaring at each other but turned and smiled at Ludwig.
"Do you want some lunch?" They both asked at the same time and Ludwig raised an eyebrow.
"Umm... yes?" With that being said, Ivan and Alfred rushed to the kitchen to see if they could find something that Ludwig might like. However, they realized that they didn't have a whole lot of food to begin with, they usually just ordered take out or mooch off Toris from down the hall.
They looked at one another. "Dude, we need to go shopping. I don't know if Lud will like eating take out like we do."
"Da, I think you're right. Though for now I think Mr. Ludwig will just have to put up with our eating habits." The taller man frowned, looking at the cupboard before him. "Shall I call Yao's?"
"Hold on, I'll ask Lud if he's okay with that." Alfred spoke quickly, rushing to go and see the lovely looking man in the other room. Going inside, he found Ludwig going through a box and taking items out, setting them neatly on the bed. "Hey, you okay with Chinese take out?"
Ludwig looked up from his task to stare at Alfred. "Oh, yes, that's fine. I'll just have anything with rice and beef in it, as long as there are no peppers."
Alfred nodded and went to tell Ivan. Said Russian was currently on the phone, smiling. "Ah Yao~! Oh yes, it is the crazy guy who likes to walk around with a pipe by your resturant and scare your customers! ... Oh, you know I don't believe in your threats~ it's pointless! ... Ah, I do have an order and no I'm not just calling to bother you! Hehe~"
The American rolled his eyes, Ivan LOVED to pester the hell out of Yao just for shits and giggles. Alfred told Ivan what Ludwig wanted and the taller man added it to their usual order, making little comments to piss off Yao even more, even getting him to scream loud enough for Alfred to hear.
"Okay, bye-bye!" Ivan smiled, hanging up during one of the Chinese man's rants. He turned to Alfred and looked at him. "So, what do you think of having Ludwig in here so far?"
"I like him, plus he's really calm and can put up with us. Plus his ass is just so..." Alfred smirked, thinking about it. He was pratically drooling at the thought and Ivan frowned, eyes narrowing a little before he smacked Alfred on the back of the head.
"Do not be stupid and say such things out loud. And though his ass is rather attractive, his chest is much more pleasing to me." Ivan grinned, leaning against the counter. Alfred pouted, rubbing his head and fuming over how Ivan was crushing on Ludwig just as much as he was.
The tension in the air was thick as Ludwig entered the room to ask if they had any Windex, only to pause and watch the scene before him. Ivan had his arms crossed, glaring down at Alfred who was glaring up at Ivan, their faces were mere inches apart. He swore he could see sparks appearing in the small gap between their glowering eyes.
"Uhh..." He was ignored as Ivan spoke in hushed Russian, seeming to be making some kind of threat just as Alfred spoke in French, poking the larger man in the chest a few times. "What are you two doing?"
Blue and violet eyes turned to look at the German. "Oh! Sorry man, we were just having one of our normal fights. You get use to them!" Alfred laughed, rubbing the back of his head as Ivan looked in another direction.
Ludwig raised an eyebrow. "...Right. Well, do you have any Windex?" Ivan pulled a bottle out of a cupboard and handed it to Ludwig who just gave them a weird look before leaving, muttering something in German. Once he was out of the room Alfred and Ludwig continued to glare at each other.
"Don't get in my way Ruski, I'm not letting you steal from me this time." Alfred hissed, jabbing Ivan a few times in the chest.
Ivan looked down at him, unamused. "Who said I was going to steal when clearly he is not yours?"
"Yet, you need to add a 'yet' to the end of that statement."
"Nyet. Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to go and find a mask from our collection to scare the delivery boy with." The pale-haired man snickered, leaving the pissy American behind.
TBC
Hmm, I like the idea of Alfred speaking French for some reason, probably learned it from Matthew or something.
Yes, there will be a lot of glaring and mini arguments between our two love-sick idiots, and don't worry, they'll start flirting really soon and Ludwig will be none the wiser to it all. (He has no idea that he's being crushed on, not in the least).
Yao's job makes me laugh, I don't like RoChu but I do like the idea of Ivan being a total ass and bothering Yao.
Umm... should explain the whole ass and chest thing... I have a personal head canon of Alfred having a thing for Lud's total Dat-Ass backside and would love to grab it any chance he can (dude, I don't blame him for wanting to, Lud's got a fine butt on him). Ivan loving Ludwig's chest... uhh... one of my favorite artist on deviant art inspired that new little head canon.
Next chapter: The first rent is paid for and Ivan and Alfred decide that they should try and snag their new roommate before the other gets him. Also there might be a possible cameo from Gilbert and Arthur if I can work them in. Or some crap like that, I don't know.
Please review! (Please do, you guys are keeping me interested in this story instead of just leaving it as a file on my computer! D:)
