FILLER CHAPTER AHOY. I'm sorry. It had to be done, though. Because it would simply be a perfect world if Ivan and Alfred just kept having sex without the DRAMA. fdjfkdsjfkdjfkldf
The writing might suck because I'm angry at the world for being the biggest douche-canoe EVER and i'm just tired.
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Pairing:Russia/America or Ivan/Alfred
Fandom: Hetalia
Disclaimer: Yup.
Warnings: Homosexual stuff. In this fan fiction. If you don't like it. I do not give a shit. Really.
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Mix - 07
Alfred let out a shaky breathe and hummed, licking his dry lips. He kept his eyes closed and his head back. Ivan's lips were on his neck, licking and sucking and biting and marking. His teeth grazed as he trailed his mouth across his throat and over that hollow part, where Alfred couldn't help but let out a breathy laugh. He was always ticklish.
At Alfred's laugh, Ivan couldn't help but smile and continue, kissing up, up, up. Up Alfred's jaw and his chin and finally to his lips once more. Ivan stared at the youthful face, the drowsy facial expression, the easy smile.
The easy smile that widened, showing a little bit of the American's gums and most of his straight, white teeth. The easy smile that made Alfred's eyes squint slightly. His tongue poked out slightly in between the top and bottom row as he tried to hold in a laugh when Ivan's fingers ghosted over the sensitive part of his neck.
"You are so playful," Ivan said, speaking in Russian. He lowered his lips to Alfred's cheek and trailed kisses to Alfred's nose, to his other cheek, to his lips. "It gives me warmth." Ivan dipped his tongue to lick Alfred's top lip before taking it in between his own in an awkward kiss. Alfred responded in kind, kissing Ivan's lips lazily as he kept his hands in between their chests.
"It's really cold in here," was all Alfred replied when they broke apart. "My feet are freezing, dude."
Ivan yelped when the younger male lifted his foot and placed it between his thighs. "Kolkolkol."
"What the fuck was that?"
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The next morning, Alfred woke up sore, cold, and alone.
Not that the fact that he was alone bothered him.
At all.
Not. At. All.
Alfred stared at his tired, messy reflection in the bathroom, his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth and the water running endlessly. The area around his eyes were discolored; they were a slight dark purple. His hair was half sticking up and half matted to his cheeks.
"Fuck," Alfred mumbled, running a hand over his face. He finished brushing his teeth before heading over to his twin's bedroom door.
"Ma-a-att," Alfred whined, slamming his palm against the bare door. The was a loud cough and quick shuffling before the door was yanked open, revealing a slim, spiky-haired figure. "You're not Matt."
"Hi Alfred," the Dutch boy replied, coughing into his fist and leaning on the door frame. His eyes were a peculiar shade of red for so early in the morning. Alfred squinted his tired eyes, his lips quirking upwards.
"Smoking a blunt so early in the morning?" Alfred inquired, mirroring the Dutch male's pose. "Where's my brother?"
Martijn* gave the American a small grin and opened the door wider, leaving Alfred to find his twin sitting on a Canadian flag carpet with a blunt in between his pointer finger and thumb.
"Hi, Matt," Alfred simply waved.
"What?" Matthew asked, sitting up straighter, shifting his eyes around the room while trying to subtly snuff out the blazing end with his fingers. "You couldn't knock?"
Alfred tilted his head, one side of his top lip lifting to show a canine. "I did knock. Are you that high?"
"I'm not high," was the Canadian quick reply.
"Yeah, alright, Matt," Alfred leaning his head on the door frame. "I believe you. Did Dutch Boy sleep over again?"
"We had a slumber party," Martijn replied, sitting on the end of Matt's bed. "You weren't invited."
"Obviously."
"You mad?"
Not really. You probably jerked off to Good Home and Gardens and watched bunny videos on YouTube, went through Alfred's mind before he replied.
"You," Alfred pointed to the grinning Dutch male. "Shut up. You," Alfred pointed to Matthew. "Breakfast."
Matthew rolled his eyes. "Bite me."
Alfred stopped walking away and turned around. "What what that?"
"…..Pancakes for breakfast."
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"Man, Feliciano, how do you do it?" Alfred groaned, running his hand down his face for the third time that day as he leaned against the break table.
"Do what?" the little Italian replied, blinking in curiosity at his coworker. He momentarily put down the items he was scanning to turn to the taller American. "Work so much?"
"That, too, but no," Alfred grinned. "Like.. When you and the big German.. Do stuff."
"Stuff? …Work? Ve ~"
"No-o, like," Alfred paused, looking down at his nametag. "Like, sex. I'm dying here, standing for hours. My ass hurts."
Feliciano, while trying to stop himself from smiling too wide, blushed a bright red. "Alfred has a boyfriend? Ve ~"
"I wouldn't call him that," Alfred laughed at the Italian excitement for him. "We pretty much just.. Do stuff and be on our way."
Feliciano Vargas tilted his head, confused. "You don't do it out of love? Ve ~"
"Love?" Alfred asked, a little alarmed at the thought. "Love." then, he laughed. Love. Right.
"Si!" Feliciano exclaimed. "Ludwig and I do that out of love, ve ~"
"I don't get it," Alfred replied. "You guys waited until you told each other you loved them? That's so weird."
"Ve ~ I've known Ludwig since high school ~ plenty of time to fall in love, ve ~" The Italian let out a squeaky giggle. "Ludwig~"
"Ja?"
The two coworkers jumped at the deep voice as the door to the break room opened, showing the stern face of their manager.
"Ludwig! Ciao ~ Ti amo ~"
Alfred slipped out of the break room and onto the floor, the conversation he had just had with the small Italian swimming through his mind.
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Ivan walked through the halls of the large corporation he was visiting, making his way towards the elevators, staring down at his phone as he went along.
Scrolling, scrolling, clicking.
The office was much quieter than he thought it would be. Perhaps it's because it is a holiday?
Ivan didn't know.
He quickly dialed the number for the office he was heading towards.
"Hello, thank you for calling. You've reached the office of Arthur Kirkland, how may I help you?" a young woman's voice reached his ears after two rings.
"Hello, I am here for a meeting with Mister Kirkland. Please inform him that I will be there in less than five minutes. It is Ivan Bragisnki."
"Yes sir, Mister… Braginski," the receptionist replied. "Have a nice day, happy holidays!"
"Da," was Ivan's simple reply before he disconnected the call and entered the elevator. The Russian took the time to straight his suit and fix his suspenders and check for any suspicious stains from the night before.
None.
Ivan felt a sated smile stretch his face, thinking about the younger male.
Ding.
Time for business.
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OH WOW HEY SCOUT THAT KIND OF SUCKED.
yeah, i kno rite fjsdkfjdkjfkds
IF I DIDN'T REPLY TO YOUR REVIEW, YOU CAN SLAP ME. i've just been tired and sleepy and stressed and fdjkfdjsfkdljfkldsjfkd:(
: See, the thing is, Russia can't exactly tell them apart, and It'll cause some difficulties for sure. Just saying. Not foreshadowing. At all. Nope.
D'aw, alright, well I bid you good luck with that and I hope you find your notes, or at least take another language class, yeah!
Mars too lazy to log in: Haha, aw, thank you. Your review made my day, really. And I'm glad you're enjoying this so far. and yes this story's rating will rise in later chapters when i grow enough balls to right actual sex scenes. and yes djskalfjdsklfjdklf rammstein is freakin' awesome and i love them and fdjfkldjfk. Aww, that's so cool. You know sign language? I wish I did. It seems like an incredible skill to have. And, not to worry, me too with the Russian / Latin. Thank you so much for the help! Hope I didn't disappoint you with the badly written lame chapter.
MARTIJN : THE NETHERLANDS. YOU CAN THANK UDYJAY FOR THAT. I love the Netherlands. He seems like he'd be Canada's blunt-smoking buddy. They'd be broskis, I'm sure (not really). And, I named him Martijn because that was my friend's name who lived in the Netherlands and I decided to remember him and show him how much I kind of sort of miss his bad English and girl-y face:)